Chapter 10

After the lights came on, I realized that the bag Ding Ding brought was very large, bulging with no idea what it was loaded with. Busy asked.

Ding Ding let out a laugh, eyes blinking, said, inside is my luggage ah, from today onwards will always live here.

I froze, said you kidding, not to say that I can not afford to support you, when the ninth wife will not agree.

He said it's okay, my mom loves me the most, I stalked half a day, she asked your friend's mom for your address, but also helped me find the car, or I can't find where you live.

I thought of her attitude towards me at Mrs. Nine's house, and felt that she certainly would not agree so easily, and then again, Ding Ding is still her only baby son, holding in the hands of the estimated fear of melting.

Ding Ding also said, but my mom let me come is a condition. If you attract a powerful guy, then I absolutely can not intervene to help you.

I was happy, thinking that according to Ding Ding's character, he must have agreed on his lips, but if he wanted to do something, Mrs. Nine would definitely not be able to stop him.

I said, you definitely will not care right?

Dingding gave me a blank look, said you fart, to really lead out what horrible ghost things, I ran away certainly faster than you.

I smiled a stiff, resisted the urge to drive him out the door, thinking that there is a free bodyguard, although there is a big event may not be able to help, but to give me courage is still not a problem.

So think, I let go, but still proposed, the future utilities rent one half, Ding Ding "hmm" a sound, said yes, you tube food on the line.

I originally thought I had earned, but later realized I had lost a lot of money. If my appetite is a pig, then Ding Ding is a fucking whale! Within a few days, I was crying.

Of course, all of this is an afterthought. I organized the spare room for Ding Ding, and the house I rented is a two-bedroom, one-bathroom house, which is just enough for Ding Ding to move in.

Now my problem is how to face Wang at work tomorrow. I thought about it for half a day and couldn't come up with a solution, so I started to ask Ding Ding's opinion again.

He was taking out the large and small jars from his bag and placing them neatly on the windowsill. I knew that these things were for collecting ghosts, so I watched from a distance and didn't dare to touch them.

Ding Ding said, you said Wang this matter, in fact, to say difficult is not difficult, to say simple is not simple.

I didn't get it and asked, "How do you mean?

He turned his head and asked me, "Have you seen the Sixth Sense of Psychic"?

Seeing that I shook my head, he suddenly sighed like an old man and said, just like that movie said, some people think he is still alive, but in fact he is dead. That's what's happening to your coworker right now, and I'm guessing he's still going to work as usual every day then going home to be with his wife and the kids. He doesn't know that he is dead and no longer belongs to this world.

I laughed on my lips, but in my heart I thought how stupid a person or a ghost would be like this?

Ding Ding set up the jar, continued to explain that this situation is still quite common, sometimes death comes so suddenly that your mind has not reacted. It feels like you had a nightmare, in the dream you were startled, but woke up still do what you should still do, thinking you are still the same as before.

I wondered, did he come home or go to work and not realize that something was wrong?

Tintin said that it wasn't that he didn't notice, but that he could only see what he felt in his head would happen. He could have come home and sat in front of the unplugged TV by himself and thought he was having fun watching with his wife and kids.

I summed it up in my head and thought it would be a kind of psychosis that only ghosts get.

I asked Tintin, what do you think I should do.

Ding Ding said, you can see him, he can see you, you have to let him realize that he is dead, since he is dead, then do what you want to do, don't wander around all day.

I heard this is quite simple, if I meet Wang again tomorrow, I will show him the news that he was killed, and then the world will be clean.

I told Tintin this thought and he nodded in relief and said, then you wait to die!

I cursed, said not you let me tell him he is dead!

Tintin hemmed and hawed, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it and took a drag, saying, I'm asking you to find a way to make him realize this, not to stimulate him to tell him the truth all at once. He was originally a horizontal death, although it does not show now, but there is always resentment in his heart, and if he is not careful, he will become a severe ghost.

I was busy shaking my head, saying that I don't have the skills, or forget it. The big deal is that I quit my job and won't go to work anymore.

Ding Ding spat a mouthful of smoke at me, said you this person how so heartless it, at least is your colleague, you know a, people are dead, can help it. I can't see you later.

I think so, after all, when I first came to the company, was also subject to a lot of help from Wang, although our grade difference is too big to mix a piece, but always owed some favors.

I hesitated for half a day, made up my mind and gritted my teeth, said, then you have to help me!

Ding Ding said, depends on the situation, the big deal is that you accompany him to be a ghost.

I can not wait to slap the past, thinking that this kid is too fucking can not talk!

Probably clear this matter, I look at the time, has been eleven o'clock, these two days really do not sleep enough, but also do not have the energy to chat with Ding Ding, told him, and then in the door behind the top of a stool, so that others can not see that the door lock is broken, and go directly around to their own room to go to sleep.

I almost fell asleep on the bed, but was in a daze, with the constant feeling of people walking around me.

I was too sleepy to keep my eyes open, but I faintly heard a cry.

I was startled, busy crawling up, but found myself in my old home, wearing mourning clothes, kneeling next to my mother's coffin!

I inexplicably looked around, see very family and friends continue to come to mourn, crying and making people sad.

Behind me was suddenly pulled by someone, I looked back, it was Lin Tian.

His face is still so gloomy, looking straight at me, said you kneeling why ah, your mom is not dead!

I only felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen it before.

Lin Tian helped me up and pointed to the coffin, saying, "I don't believe you, look.

There was still no lid on the coffin, so I looked into it and suddenly saw a man standing opposite the coffin in the same position as me.

I was panicked, and I raised my head to look at that person, but I realized that it was my mother!

She was lying on the side of the coffin, looking at me with a big smile on her face, but that expression was unfamiliar, as if I was facing someone I had never seen before.

She reached out her hand and gently pointed inside the coffin, signaling for me to look in.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering my head, my feet instantly going soft!

The person lying in the coffin was actually me!

The skin had begun to rot, and I could even smell a putrid odor!

I hurriedly asked Lin Tian what was going on.

Lin Tian, like my mom, hemmed and hawed but didn't say anything.

I was getting scared in my heart and turned my head to look into the coffin again, and the more I looked at the person, the more he felt like himself!

I couldn't figure it out and reached out towards him to grab him, but then his eyes suddenly opened, there was no whites in them, they were scarlet! He stared at me fiercely, feeling as if he was looking in a mirror.

Then, he raised his head violently, and punched me hard in the face!

I couldn't dodge, my face was raw and painful, and I fell to the ground at once, but suddenly I realized that the scene around me had changed again.

I am still in the house, the difference is that I am now in Ding Ding's room!

He shouted and said what are you doing!

I then realized that I had just been punched by Ding Ding, this kid really didn't show any mercy when he hit me, I felt my face was crooked.

I stood up in a daze and looked at the time, it was only three in the morning.

Tintin was sitting on the bed, looking at me with eyes as wide as bullfrogs.

I was a little dizzy and didn't know what was going on, so I asked him, what happened to me?

Ding Ding said, I don't know how to know you ah, good not sleep and ran to my room, but also lying on the edge of the bed staring at me. Ghosts are not as scary as you!

I was drowsy, casually grabbed a chair and sat down, recalling what had just happened. But I couldn't remember how I came to Ding Ding's room.

I only remembered the uncovered coffin, Lin Tian and my mom, and my corpse ……

I thought about it for half a day before I was shocked that it was almost the same as my dream yesterday! The difference was only that before, Lin Tian was still holding a paper man, now the paper man was gone, and the person lying inside the coffin had turned into me!

Ding Ding looked at my face and climbed over to ask me nervously, saying that you don't have the problem of sleepwalking, right?

I frowned and thought about it, it never happened.

When Tintin saw that I didn't make a sound, he nodded his head affirmatively and said that it really was.

I thought about it in my mind for half a day before I asked suspiciously, saying Ding Ding, how do you explain in your profession that people repeat a dream?

Ding Ding scratched his head, thought for a while, and said it depends on what the dream is about, and there is still a difference between good and bad.

I thought about it for a while, then told Ding Ding about these two dreams, after all, I grass, what strange things have to pay attention to.

Tintin listened but was uncharacteristically silent. The more he was like this, I felt that the more things are not simple, but he did not say, I can only be anxious on the side!

He was silent for a long time before he said rather unconfidently, repeating the same dream, dreaming of the same person who passed away, this situation, is called a ghost omen! It is an omen from a ghost. There are claims that the situation in the dream will eventually become real. But a lot of people don't think it's plausible because it could be because you miss your mother too much.

I've thought about it, and I think it's more likely to be unreliable. My mother is dead, it's unlikely that there would still be a funeral for her, and without a funeral there would be no coffin. The possibility of this kind of dream turning into reality is almost none, but although I thought about it this way, I could never let go of it in my heart.

Moreover, listening to Ding Ding's tone, he also seemed to think that this kind of statement is unreliable. The two of us sat on one side of the room and lost all sense of sleep.

The room is very quiet, now I really can not stand this atmosphere. I was about to open my mouth to find a topic of conversation, Ding Ding suddenly asked again, when did you start attracting ghosts?