Chapter 2 The grotesque, offering sacrifices to the gods
After regaining consciousness, Jiang Wuji sat up and took a sip of tea, but he was still a little shaken.
"This dream is too weird..."
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open through a crack, and a face with delicate features quietly pressed against the crack of the door.
"biubiu, nephew, are you awake?"
Jiang Wuji said with a dark face: "Auntie, how many times have I told you to knock on the door first when you enter my room next time!"
"I haven't gone in yet." The aunt looked aggrieved.
"...Is there any difference? If I do something in the room, wouldn't it have been seen by you?"
"Tsk, who told you not to lock the door yourself!"
"So who broke the door lock?"
The aunt pushed open the door and walked in, sat down on Jiang Wuji's bed, and waved her hands: "Hey, aunt, I'm not worried about you!"
"But it leaves me with no privacy."
"What privacy can a little brat have?"
"I'm not young anymore."
My aunt's cheeks turned red inexplicably, and she changed her words and asked, "Have you taken the medicine?"
Jiang Wuji: "I just woke up and will eat again later."
"Hey, how many times have I told you that you have to take your medicine on time and you can't stop taking it? I just can't listen to it!" The aunt was nagging while helping Jiang Wuji get water and pills.
Looking at his aunt dangling around, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but said: "Auntie, can you dress more conservatively next time? It dazzles me."
Auntie: "Huh? Is this so dazzling? When you were a kid, you had to take a shower with me."
"...I, I can't remember." Jiang Wuji frowned.
He lost his parents in a car accident ten years ago.
Although he saved his life, his brain was severely damaged and he developed mental problems, and was eventually sent to a mental hospital.
I was discharged from the hospital three years ago, but I still have to take risperidone and other drugs, and I can only remember what happened after I was discharged.
The previous memories were fragmented and almost completely forgotten.
I heard from my aunt that her name was changed because of this incident.
No disease, no disease, no disease.
All these years, my aunt has been taking care of me.
After taking the medicine, Jiang Wuji asked: "Auntie, how long do I have to take this medicine?"
My aunt has two dimples when she smiles, which looks very nice. "The doctor said, take it for five years. If no symptoms appear during this period, then gradually reduce the dosage until you stop taking it."
"These medicines are quite expensive, aren't they?" Jiang Wuji asked.
My aunt put her hands on her hips and complained: "It's so expensive! All my salary from work is spent on your medicine!"
Jiang Wuji: "Are you sure you didn't spend the compensation from my parents?"
The aunt was stunned: "(??ˇ?ˇ??)"
At this time, Jiang Wuji felt that his pocket was bulging, so he subconsciously dug it out.
Finally, I took out a red hijab!
Jiang Wuji's eyes suddenly widened!
Isn't this the red hijab of the female corpse in the coffin?
Impossible, impossible!
Things in dreams cannot appear in reality!
Jiang Wuji looked at his kind aunt and found that she was also stunned.
"Wuji..." My aunt opened her red lips but stopped talking.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji's head was spinning very fast!
I cannot say that this is something in a dream, and it is impossible for something in a dream to appear in the real world.
I can't talk nonsense now, otherwise my aunt will think I'm sick!
I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital again!
After organizing his words, Jiang Wuji smiled and said: "Auntie, this red hijab is... I picked it up!"
"Red hijab?"
The aunt took the red hijab, looked at it for a while, and said, "This red hijab is quite unique..."
Jiang Wuji smiled and said, "Yes, yes."
Aunt: "Where did you pick it up?"
Jiang Wuji: "Didn't the nursing home set up a stage for the past two days? I went to the theater yesterday and picked it up there!"
The aunt returned the red hijab to Jiang Wuji and said, "I guess I lost it accidentally. You can return it tomorrow."
"knew."
"No! This thing looks very festive, just keep it at home and don't take it out!"
"Uh...got it."
Jiang Wuji played with the red hijab and smelled it hard, but there was no peculiar smell.
Kind-hearted aunt: "..."
…
As night falls, the lanterns are turned on, and dark clouds crush the moonlight.
At nine o'clock in the evening, go back to the room and sleep.
Because of his history of mental illness, Jiang Wuji is calmer and more cautious than ordinary people.
Compared with the possibility brought out from the dream, he believed that he had forgotten it.
"I did go to the theater yesterday, and what I saw was Huangmei Opera, called The Dragon Girl's Bridal Chamber..."
"Maybe I really picked it up at the theater? I just forgot."
"After all, I am a mental patient..." Jiang Wuji smiled bitterly.
…
at the same time.
In the next room, my aunt quietly dialed a number.
"Doctor Zhang, it's me, Su Xiaorui."
"Well, I'm eating all the time. It's been good for the past three years, but today..."
"He took my, my..."
"Oops! He mistook my fat head for a red hijab!"
"Do you think he got sick again, or did you say that on purpose?"
"Oh, I didn't expose him at the time..."
"Doctor Zhang! What do you mean by this? We must be innocent! I am his aunt! A kind aunt!"
"Oh, oh, okay, then I'll observe it for a few more days and see..."
…
As night falls, the moon disappears and the stars sink, Jiang Wuji gradually falls into sleep.
The air was filled with a strange smell, like dried blood being dampened.
Suddenly, Jiang Wuji opened his eyes!
What comes into view is a small courtyard...
"Is there a sequel to this dream?" Jiang Wuji was surprised and at the same time observed the surrounding situation.
The dim moonlight fell on the broken mud wall without a single ripple.
Children with haggard faces and ragged clothes huddled in the cold and damp corners, trying to hide themselves completely in the shadows.
After coming back to his senses, Jiang Wuji saw Jiang Zhiyu in his arms.
There were tears on my sister's face, and there were still dazzling blood stains on her clothes.
When he wanted to check on his sister, he felt severe pain everywhere in his body.
After a while, Jiang Wuji finally understood.
Although I don’t know how they were caught here, because the two brothers wanted to escape from the village, they were beaten to pieces with whips by those people...
"Not only does this dream have sequels, but it also has a real version. It is simply more and more outrageous than before..." Jiang Wuji sighed in his heart.
at this time.
"Squeak~"
The courtyard door opened and five or six villagers walked in.
Some of them had acne on their faces, some had skin ulcers, and some started coughing up blood as soon as they entered the house.
There is no normal person among those who are sick.
The children in the yard lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at them, and there was deep fear in their eyes.
The old village chief was hunched over and skinny. After tearing off a bloody piece of dead skin from his neck, he spoke.
"Tomorrow, on the fourth day of the lunar month, we will offer sacrifices to the God of Plague."
His voice was hoarse, as if he had a mouthful of sand in his mouth.
"Come here to draw spiritual lots. The black ones are useless, and the red ones are for sacrifice." The village chief took out a bamboo tube full of long dices, his eyes were cloudy and yellow.
However, after a while, no one moved.
At this time, the man with acne on his face grabbed the little girl closest to him by her hair and dragged her like a dead dog to the village chief.
"Damn it, are you all deaf when I ask you to draw lots?!" He yelled and was about to kick the little girl, but was stopped by the village chief.
Village Chief: "Gong Shan! Heaven has no relatives and always associates with good people. Living sacrifices are helpless. What if she is your child?"
The acne-prone man named Gong Shan quickly stepped aside and bowed, "Gong Shan knows he was wrong."
The village chief shook his head and sighed, then squatted down and handed the bamboo tube to the girl, "Child, smoke it."
The girl stretched out her hand tremblingly and pulled out a bamboo slip.
——Red sign.
Her eyes suddenly blurred, and big tears overflowed from her eyes.
Silent crying.
But in the yard, the sound of relief sounded invariably...
Jiang Wuji was speechless.
It turns out that there is more than just the smell of moisture and blood.
There is also the smell of death and decay...
However, just when the children thought they had escaped.
The wrinkles at the corners of the village chief's mouth moved, and his voice was hoarse.
"This time we need two people, and we will draw one more person."