Sun Miao's face stiffened slightly, as if a piece of finely carved white jade had been peeled off a layer of skin. It was so pale that it looked unattractive. A trembling sweat seeped through the skirt of the clothes that was connected to the back, and his breathless heart suddenly twitched. tight.
Her legs were as heavy as lead, unable to move. She turned her head mechanically, but there was no one behind her.
Sun Miao couldn't even carry her schoolbag. The pile of talismans stuffed inside was of no use at all. Her shoulders were bumping in an extremely arrogant way: "Someone is touching me... Someone is really touching me." !"
Su Qian glanced lightly: "You go first."
"Then, won't you leave?"
Ji Zehong naturally wanted to leave immediately, but he still had a little bit of masculinity left and could not watch Su Qian stay here alone.
"Oh, I'm too lazy to leave."
Su Qian said disapprovingly, "You go, don't mention tonight's matter to the fourth person."
As she wished, Ji Zehong and Sun Miao left. They couldn't stay in this damn place for a minute.
After they left, Su Qian was reluctant to get up from the ground.
"There's no one around now, let's just talk."
She turned the pen in her hand habitually and raised her eyebrows at the air.
However, no one would know that there was a headless female corpse hanging above that only she could see. It was crumbling. The skin exposed to the air was dark yellow and rough, with patches of bright red blood stuck on it, and a long dead hair was entangled. her neck.
The cool touch is close at hand, and the slightest chill seeps into the soles of the feet along with the cold blood.
The headless female corpse held a huge head in her arms. The bloodshot eyes had long since dried and rolled solidly.
Su Qian faintly saw that there was a small half of the neck under the head. There was a black mole on the skin of the neck, which was not clear enough, but she did not ignore it.
"You said there is no one now, aren't you a human?"
His eyes turned faintly, black and white distinct.
Su Qian's expression remained unchanged: "I'm not a normal person."
"You surprise me."
The mouth on the head widened and the dry tongue straightened, "A girl about your age came here a few days ago. She couldn't see me, so I hummed a song in her ear to make her notice. Me, she screamed and ran away..."
Su Qian took a breath of air, it would be abnormal not to scream.
She wiped the side of the lighter, and the fire spread along the edge of the wall, covering the entire blank ceiling, but could not illuminate the shadow of the headless female corpse.
"Your head is broken?"
"Yeah, it was broken."
The voice of the headless female corpse seemed to have been rubbed with sandpaper, hoarse and soft, echoing in the corridor and looking particularly desolate.
Su Qian tried her best to raise her head higher, without worrying about neck twitching. The tip of her nose was pointed at the head a foot away.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
His eyes widened, as if he wanted to confirm Su Qian's next statement.
"Next time I will remember to bring you a needle and thread to help you sew your head on. It will be much more pleasing to the eye."
"Aren't you afraid of me?" He repeated it again.
The sparks overflowed from the pool of the lighter and kissed Su Qian's forehead hotly. The shadows of the long eyelashes between the eyebrows were inlaid with a layer of dense ebony patterns.
Her bangs were like gauze soaked in ink, framing half of her face. Her delicate eyelashes were gleaming like gold, and her eyes were filled with the residual warmth of firelight, as bright as stars.
She stood on tiptoes with a half-smile and smoothed her messy hair: "It's you who should be afraid. You haven't met anyone who can see you, right?"
"You smiled."
The headless female corpse paused and squeezed out a harsh sentence through her teeth, "I haven't seen anyone smile at me in a long time..."
So why not Su Qian.
On the day her sister died, she seemed to be cursed with yin and yang eyes.
I rarely smiled after that.
No matter where she was, she would bump into something without a shadow.
The hideous one, the one beyond recognition, the one hanging in mid-air without legs, the one wandering the streets in the middle of the night looking for a missing eyeball.
They are all ghosts bound to the human world by resentment.
Whenever the situation becomes serious, she covers her eyes, unwilling to look or think about it.
She was afraid of becoming like her sister.
It turned into a body that had been drained of its warmth and left nothing behind.
Why is she an alien?
I have hated, complained, and thought of dying.
Later, I got tired of thinking about death, so I was too lazy to die, and I have been living until now.
"Death is painful."
Su Qian changed the subject. She could roughly guess the identity of the headless female corpse, "I heard from my classmates that you should be the student who committed suicide seven years ago, right?"
His rolling eyes stopped, and he spoke slowly after a long time.
"Are people outside saying that I was under too much academic pressure and committed suicide due to overwhelm?"
"That's true."
Su Qian felt that there was nothing to hide.
The eyeballs were suddenly covered with a red mist, rolling with crystal waves, gradually rising and falling, just like the thin night was forcibly branded with a hot red starlight.
"They said my family was just a scrap collector and I didn't deserve to be admitted to university."
"They poured chalk dust into my thermos."
"They took out my diary and read it to the class."
"They borrowed my test paper and scribbled on it with indelible colored pencils."
"They like to grab my hair and trip me while I'm practicing the 800 meters."
"They invited me to the alley after school and took out all the money I had hidden in my trouser pocket..."
The eyes sunk, like black pearls with broken strings, buried deep in their eyes.
"I thought I was strong."
The principal keeps saying that he is doing the best for the students, and for the sake of the reputation of the school, he does not leak any information.
Their parents went their separate ways and took them to another school.
Even if she fell headlong and cracked her skull and fell hard into the soil, they could still start a new life in a different place.
Her death was too easy and meaningless.