Chapter 3 2

I ride a bicycle.On the sidewalk of some town, on the right hand side is the driveway, and cars are speeding past in an endless stream; on the left hand side, it seems to be a park, surrounded by a low lattice fence.The hydrangeas planted behind the railing swayed in the wind, as if they wanted to poke their heads out but were blocked by the lattice. The drizzle like mist kept floating on the face, the hands holding the handlebars were wet, and the dark clouds in the sky were moving fast.Such was the weather that morning. But my mood was inexplicably restless, like a balloon filled with air, seemed to be swayed by some strong anticipation, and couldn't wait to prepare for the long-awaited happy time.

The main road finally appeared in front of me, and I pressed the brake. Fortunately, the red light ahead just turned green. (marvelous!) I rushed to the zebra crossing without slowing down.At this moment, a large truck suddenly appeared on the right hand side. This truck rushed straight over and turned left without stopping.Before I could yell, it happened.A large truck blocked in front of me. I pressed the brakes in a panic while turning the handlebars, but it was still too late, and I hit the rear wheel of the large truck head-on while turning. Before long, my body was caught under the wheels and pulled off the bike.I yelled, but the sound was completely covered by the roaring engine sound of a beast, and it couldn't reach the ears of the driver of the big truck at all.

My body was crushed between the tires and the fenders, my head spewed warm objects, and my bones were twisted in reverse. Normally people should not be able to see their own back, but now I can see clearly.Several people on the sidewalk looked this way, with expressions of astonishment and fear on their faces.Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a woman with a rose corsage among them.She supported her head with both hands and looked towards this side. There was a slender red leather belt embedded in her neck, which was so long that it couldn't be longer, which strangled her neck as thin as an hourglass.

Through the gaps in her long hair, I saw that she was smiling all over her face, her blood-stained rust-colored teeth were exposed, and she seemed to be watching my body being crushed with great interest. It didn't hurt at all, but it was so horrible, I screamed and screamed like hell Run!He could clearly hear the teacher's call.Run, wake up! I feel my body being lifted up and I open my eyes. Are you having nightmares again? The teacher in a white nightgown appeared in front of me. She frowned worriedly and stared deeply at me. Seeing the teacher's face, my fear did not disappear immediately.The feeling of being crushed between the tires and fenders is really scary.

What a terrible dream.I was run over by a big truck. It's a sad childhood memory. The teacher put her arms around my head and let me lean against her soft chest. A few days ago, I channeled the spirit of a ten-year-old boy who died in a traffic accident into the white room.He was run over by a truck making a left turn while bicycling across the sidewalk a few years ago.He has saved enough pocket money and is going to buy a new game. His soul was trapped by the local energy, unable to go where the teacher said he should go, so he stayed at the scene of his accident, and he was often seen riding a bicycle.

The distressed family members came to the teacher for help.The teacher effortlessly stripped the boy's soul from the bondage of the place, and returned him to the room where he remained after his death.His soul was inside me at that time. What I dreamed must be the dying memory of that boy.He was in such a state of fear before he died Don't be afraid, what Run sees are all hallucinations.You are lying on your own bed well.The teacher said softly while holding my trembling hands. Ah, the teacher is amazing. No matter how scared I am, as long as the teacher hugs me, my mood will calm down immediately.It's incredible.As long as the teacher is by my side, I will be more courageous.

The woman who worked today was there too and she was laughing hard at me. Run is so pitiful. The teacher said smoothing my hair with his fingers. My job is to act as a ghost. As a young person, I don't know much, but I heard that the state of the soul that was stripped from its original place is extremely unstable, and it may be captured by other forces if you are not careful.In order to prevent such a situation, I must use a temporary container like me to temporarily introduce the restless soul into my body, so as to avoid interference from other forces. The state where the soul enters me is that white room.

The teacher said that there is no room, but I personally drew the boundary subconsciously in order to avoid confusion between my heart and the resident soul, and it felt like the shape of a room. To me, that room is far more lifelike than the real world.Although the teacher said that is not a real thing, but I still can not understand.But what the teacher said must not be wrong, so the actual situation must be like what she said. However, no matter how careful and cautious, some souls will still sneak into my heart, which is impossible to prevent; the white room is not very effective, and I will still be affected by the memories or obsessions of those souls to some extent.

They never leave any pleasant memories, but most of them are the appearance of death or sad memories, and those memories have become my nightmares at night.After every work day, I always have to suffer from these nightmares. Sometimes the dream occurs on the same day, or it may take a long time to appear.When the nightmare will come, it is completely unpredictable. Occasionally, several tasks in a row are completed without incident, but sometimes I have a tragic nightmare just once. Well, calm down, there is nothing to be afraid of. The teacher said with a gentle smile, and suddenly put his lips on mine.The teacher's gentleness flowed into my body through the lips, and I finally regained my calm.

Are you relieved? After the teacher's lips left, he gently held my trembling hands again. At this point I feel like a miserable, fragile creature with no power but my own presence. The teacher can always see through my thoughts.To soothe my loneliness, she soothed me more tenderly than usual.Come, drive away the nightmare. The teacher said, and suddenly opened the front of the nightgown, and let my cheek stick to her huge fruit-shaped breasts.There is nothing to be afraid of, because I will always be by your side. As if holding a fragile object, the teacher gently asked me to lie back on the bed.I close my eyes.Then just leave everything to the teacher.

At this time, I suddenly heard the moon singing again.The moon is singing softly with a high but soft voice. The shutters were closed, so it was impossible to see the outside scenery.But the beautiful moon must be hanging high in the blue sky, shining brightly on the roof and outer wall of the house, and sprinkled on the leaves in the mountains, making the forest look more secluded. I kept closing my eyes and imagining the moon. Teacher Moon is singing. It must be a beautiful moon. The teacher said, and suddenly put me into her own body. As long as I touch the teacher's lips, I feel her mood seems to flow into my heart.Now I am combined with the teacher. (Ah, I don’t know how beautiful the moon is tonight.) I was bouncing on the bed with the teacher, thinking so in a trance. My teacher told me to think only of her when we were together, so I tried my best to get those thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn't stop thinking about the moon anyway, let's be honest. I respect my teacher more than anyone else, but I just can't really enjoy this time. It is really unacceptable to me that a gentle, powerful and omnipotent teacher has become like a beast.After the combination, the teacher's passionate mood will pass into my heart, which makes me very uncomfortable. After crying out a few times, the teacher collapsed on my body like a collapse, and the violent agitation in the towering breasts was transmitted to my chest faithfully. Behind that voice, higher and higher, came the soft cry of the moon. The weather is really nice today, do you want to go to the garden to see it?One fine afternoon, the teacher came to my room and said. I was sitting on a chair by the window looking out.The teacher must have seen me like this and guessed that I wanted to go out. However, Mr. Xiaoliang is not here today. It's kind of hard to say I can't walk on my own.With a little time, you might be able to stand up, but you won't be able to walk at all. The teacher said that because I am a ghost, my body will naturally weaken after gaining the ability to possess. So when I want to go out (almost always for work), Mr. Xiaoliang always carries me downstairs.But these few days Mr. Xiaoliang was not here, saying he was on business, so I gave up my mind to go out. It doesn't matter, you are light anyway.The teacher said and hugged me. I am sorry. I feel very sorry.Let the teacher trouble, my heart is really painful. Don't worry about such a small matter. The teacher carried me down the spacious stairs. I was worried that she could not see her feet and stepped on my long skirt by mistake. It is said that the mansion where the teacher and I live used to be a villa of a wealthy family.Two-story, single-family building with several rooms, beautiful paintings and vases everywhere, luxurious crystal chandeliers hanging in each room, and plush carpets in the corridors. I heard from Mr. Xiaoliang before that the original owner was a rich man, but his family was weak due to the war. In the end, the whole family committed suicide together in this mansion.Because they still have part of their souls stuck here, no one dared to live there for a long time.So the teacher bought this mansion (Mr. Xiao Liang said with a smile, the price was so low that it was unbelievable).Of course, the teacher easily drove away the souls that were stuck here. The teacher carried me to the first floor.She let me sit on the sofa in the living room, and went to the porch to help me get the wheelchair. I looked up at the wall to the right.There hung a large picture frame, beautifully carved around it, and dazzled with gold lacquer.However, the painting in the frame could not be seen, because there was a door like a niche on the painting. Want to see a painting?The teacher came back pushing the wheelchair.When I was about to go to work yesterday, I stared at it like that. Do you want to see the paintings inside? no, where is I felt my heart was seen through and I hesitated a bit.For some reason, sometimes I really want to see the paintings behind the door. What does that matter?I'll show it to you.But you have to wait a while. As the teacher said, he approached the painting and took the bolt off the door. I told you last time that this painting is just a reproduction.It has another original work, and this one is completely copied from the original work. The door on the picture frame opens to the left and right, and a young naked woman appears inside. She seemed to be suffering from some strange disease, and her stomach distended unevenly, as if she had swallowed a large balloon.Her appearance is definitely not beautiful, but she is not ashamed, and instead deliberately shows her belly sideways. Behind the woman were several creepy people and skeletons with strange expressions. They either stared at this side full of hatred, or looked at her with half of their damaged faces and knew that they were not people from this world. On the contrary, it is very similar to the soul who has been to the white room. But the woman didn't seem to be afraid at all, she didn't pay attention to those hateful gazes at all, she just folded her hands on her chest and looked straight to this side, her expression seemed to be a little proud.Her shaggy hair is strewn with lovely little flowers, as if wearing a wreath. Strange to say, as soon as I saw this painting, my mood immediately settled down.I don't know why, but I have a feeling of déjà vu. It was painted by a painter named Klimt, and the title of the work is Hope.When I bought this house, it was already hung here.It really fits the taste of the previous owner.It's a good painting, so I'll keep hanging it. Why should a door be added to the picture frame?Are you afraid of dust? I'm not sure, but it seems to be the same in the original.It seems that the Minister of Education asked him to keep the painting from being seen as much as possible, so the rich people who bought the original painting installed a door on the frame, and it was only displayed on banquets and other occasions.So the replicas also follow suit. I heard this from Xiaoliang. Why should he try not to be seen? The teacher tilted his head and thought about my question seriously. Because this is a work from a hundred years ago.At that time, the nude paintings of women with big bellies may make people think that they are not of high taste. I really can't understand the teacher's explanation. Just now I wanted to ask: Why is this woman's belly so big? Well, why? The teacher touched my cheek and smiled sweetly at the same time. It's already autumn. The teacher helped me push the wheelchair out of the courtyard. Although it is beautifully called a garden, it has not been tidied up properly. At best, it is just a wasteland.There used to be turf, but it's almost dead now, and the brown soil is exposed everywhere; there is also a luxurious fountain with statues of goddesses and angels in the center, but there is no fountain at all. what is that? Suddenly, a stick-shaped insect flew in front of my eyes, as if it was about to cut through the sky.The worm flew by at an extremely fast speed, but suddenly stopped in mid-air. That's a dragonfly.Haven't you seen it? dragonfly It feels like I've seen it before. I remember seeing this dragonfly at the end of a certain summer, it seems.I searched desperately in my memory, but I couldn't be sure if I had seen it after all. Don't think so seriously, it's no big deal if you haven't seen a dragonfly. The teacher standing behind me said while stroking my hair. To be honest, the memory in my head is totally disorganized. There are various scenes scattered in my mind, but I can't remember exactly when and where I saw them.My head is as chaotic as a dismantled book. I only have some messy and fragmented memories, but I don't know how to connect them, or even which one is in front and which is in the back. The teacher said it was also because I had the ability to be possessed.But the confusion of memory makes me sadder far more than the physical inconvenience. I can't even remember exactly when I started being with my teacher.I just feel as if we have been together a long time ago, but it also feels as if we have been together for less than a year.The memory of the past is just a blur. However, a long time ago my body was able to move freely, and walking and running seemed to be a matter of course. I can remember this, although only a very vague impression. I also remember my mother and sister. In my memory, my mother was a little younger than the teacher, wearing a dark blue printed bathrobe.She leads a little girl in a bathrobe with a goldfish pattern on a white background.That must be my sister. In my memory, the two of them were smiling softly at me.Sadly, I can't figure out when this happened, not only that, but I can't even remember their names. If I ask the teacher, the teacher may tell me something.The teacher must know everything about me, right?Who I am, only the teacher knows. But I have been afraid to speak, fearing that once I ask, I will know other things that I don't want to know. Ah, the dragonfly stopped over there.The teacher said suddenly, his tone excited like a child. I looked up, and sure enough, I saw a dragonfly sitting on a corner of the stone table near the fountain. Xiaoliang is the best at this trick, but just watch. The teacher tiptoed slowly to the stone table and squatted down so that his height was about the same as that of the dragonfly. Then he stretched out a finger in front of the dragonfly and began to turn slowly. (The teacher is so cute.) It's rude to think so, but I can't help feeling it when I see my teacher like this.The teacher wanted to catch the dragonfly with all his heart, and his expression was exactly like that of a little girl. The teacher is really amazing. She was gentle, beautiful, a goddess. And the magic power is boundless, no matter how difficult the soul is, she is no match for her. She will be caught by the teacher in three or two strokes, and she can only wait helplessly to be driven away. I thought of the hideous sight of the gigantic pincers piercing the ceiling of the white room. Just as the room didn't actually exist, neither did the pliers.It is only because the teacher's power to grab the soul is too powerful that it appears in such a posture in my eyes.Of course, I still can't understand this, but because the teacher said it, it must be correct. ah!escaped by it.The teacher said angrily. I saw the dragonfly that had just stopped on the stone table flying up into the sky up and down. It still doesn't work.The teacher smiled. Just then I heard a commotion behind the woods surrounding the house. Teacher, someone is coming, a lot of people. Perhaps it is in exchange for physical freedom. My ears are sharper than ordinary people, and I can hear clearly even distant sounds. I listened carefully, and the noise came from a group of children, mixed with some adult voices, all of which were energetic and very happy. The teacher listened to what I said, and if he realized something, he said: Oh, you know there's a kindergarten down the mountain, right?Right in front of the supermarket we sometimes drop by on our way back from work. I stayed in the car in the parking lot when I stopped by the supermarket.I always watched the children in that kindergarten pass the time from a distance, and every child was so energetic that it seemed as if the sun god had descended from the earth. Those kids must have come here for an excursion, probably going to eat bento by the lake in front.Since there are adults, it must be a parent-child excursion. I pricked up my ears and listened to the children's conversations. There's a haunted house behind this woods, you know? I heard that there is a disgusting fat woman living in it! Must be a bad witch! These energetic voices are brutal.