One hundred and ninety-first chapter [case twenty-two] lotus tattoo
I tried to imagine the scene that Sister Liang mentioned, and then my eyes couldn't help but look at the mirror on the wardrobe. I imitated the posture described by Sister Liang, walked to the mirror, and then asked her, do you mean to stand like this?
Are you alive? Sister Liang nodded, and Hu Zongren smacked his lips and told me that it was really weird. I stepped back from the mirror and asked Sister Liang, what happened next?
Sister Liang said that when she turned on the light and saw this scene, she was really frightened, so she couldn't help but take a step back in the opposite direction, and suddenly fell down on her father's bed, with her hands on the sheets, but she felt
There was a cold feeling on the sheets, which meant that my father had been away from the quilt for a long time, and it also meant that he had been standing in this posture in front of the mirror for a long time. But this was not the main thing. When Sister Liang stepped back again and again, suddenly
From an invisible place under the quilt, a hand stretched out and grabbed Sister Liang's wrist firmly.
Sister Liang was so frightened that she screamed, but she could not get away. She said that she was just full of fear at the time and did not think about whether it was a ghost. She just felt that her father was clearly standing beside the bed, but that
But her hand stretched out from the quilt, and her father had always lived alone. She had no time to figure out the logical sequence. Sister Liang was so frightened that she lost her mind. She picked up the things around her and grabbed her wrist.
Sister Liang smashed it with her hand. Sister Liang said that she did not remember exactly what she caught at that time, because next to her father's pillow was a pebble picked up from the river, which was used to hold down the newspapers and magazines, and a flashlight.
, I guess what I caught at that time was one of these two.
Sister Liang told us that even after slamming it several times, the hand still didn't loosen up. From this moment on, Uncle Liang's head, which was originally pressed against the mirror, began to hit the mirror rhythmically, not very hard.
Because after all, it is glass and if you use too much force, the mirror will be smashed. Instead, it feels like a drunk person starts smashing the glass with his head, making a clanging sound in the middle of the night.
, coupled with the old furniture, there is a little gap between the mirror and the cabinet, and there was some movement originally. Such sounds are particularly scary at night. Even her own father scared Sister Liang.
It was very miserable. She told us that at that time, her father had already started to open his mouth, which was almost the same as it is now, and he opened his eyes again, which looked similar to those monsters. After becoming more and more frightened, she started to hit those monsters.
The thing that only grabbed her wrist became harder. I don’t know how many times I repeated this, but suddenly my wrist loosened, and the feeling of grabbing myself suddenly disappeared. So before I had time to think about it, Sister Liang struggled to escape.
The door.
Sister Liang said that as soon as she opened the door, she saw something like a bird standing on the laundry chute at the door. It made a very unpleasant cry, but she couldn't see clearly what it was because of the darkness. This season
It was already cold winter, and many birds had already flown away to spend the winter, but I was so frightened that I ran straight towards the street. When Sister Liang said this, she walked towards the street where we had just eaten bean curd rice.
She pointed to the wider street and said that there was a 110 duty station there. When she got there, she didn't know how to express herself. Moreover, her previous movements had actually disturbed many of the surrounding neighbors. Many people heard her.
She yelled loudly and came out to see. Everyone pointed and pointed. Even though she didn't say anything, everyone seemed to have guessed something. So she stayed at 110 until dawn. Before she left, the rumors started around her.
It's everywhere.
I have experienced rumors many times, but I must say that sometimes the rumors from residents will give me some relatively objective perspectives, allowing me to distinguish them. Unless they are outright rumors, they should really be despised.
.At the same time, I also know that when people around me believe in rumors more than facts, the power of public opinion is very terrifying.
Sister Liang went on to say that she had heard a lot of legends such as ghost stories since she was a child, and she had been so frightened that she could not sleep at night, but that was temporary after all, and she had never experienced it personally.
But everything that happened that night happened so suddenly and concretely that I didn’t think it was an illusion no matter how much I thought about it. Hu Zongren asked Sister Liang, did you see the hand sticking out from the quilt at that time? Actually?
I think the same thing as Hu Zongren. No matter how weird Uncle Liang's behavior is, there may be an explanation from some angles. But if the hand that appeared out of thin air from the quilt is not Sister Liang's hallucination, then it must be a ghost.
No doubt. As for what kind of ghost it is, why it is hiding in the quilt, and why Uncle Liang stood up and leaned against the mirror in the middle of the night, we have no idea about these. The only thing we can do at the moment is to try our best to
I got more information from Sister Liang.
Sister Liang nodded and said that she remembered clearly that the hand was definitely not an illusion, and she had seen it herself. Although it was night and the lamp beside her father's bed was not bright enough, it was still difficult for a person to stay in a dark environment for a while.
After that, you will gradually get used to this environment, so that even if the light is weak, you can still see the surrounding situation. She told us that the quilt was also deflated at that time, which means that it is basically impossible for someone to hide under the quilt and not notice it.
.The hand looked very thin, but it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to an adult or a child. There were no sleeves, only one hand. There was a tattoo on the arm. The tattoo looked like an open lotus, and the skin was a bit...
The iron-blue color is like that of a person who has been dead for a long time, and the skin of the corpse has changed color due to oxidation.
Sister Liang went on to say that after she was grabbed by that hand, she struggled to break free, but during the process of breaking free, she could feel that the hand seemed to be connected to something invisible to her. She was not completely unable to break free, but
There was a certain concession, but my own strength was obviously no match for the opponent, so I was anxious to find something to hit.
When Sister Liang finished saying this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. First of all, I could understand why Sister Liang struggled to break free at first but could not escape, and then escaped when she started to hit her with something. This is actually the difference between the living and the dead.
There is an unbalanced relationship between yin and yang. Generally speaking, both men and women belong to yang when they are alive, and after death, both men and women should belong to yin. Yin and yang are like water and fire. They can intersect but do not blend with each other, just like oil.
The relationship with water, no matter how hard you struggle, no matter how fierce the fight, can never be integrated into one. When people are afraid, Yang Qi will weaken, which will lead to strong Yin Qi, just like two sides fighting, the enemy is
After being forced back a little, our army can take a step forward. The same is true for the relationship between yin and yang. And by the same token, if a person becomes ruthless, such as Sister Liang's behavior of picking up things and starting to fight, it will not be used in a large number of people.
To a certain extent, it can be regarded as using actions to embolden oneself and fight to the death. In this case, the person's yang energy will increase accordingly, thus forcing back part of the yin energy. The two are like a seesaw, who is weaker?
Whoever has the upper hand will have the upper hand. This is why when many people encounter dirty things, the best way is not to pray to God or worship Buddha, because at that time you are always afraid in your heart, but the best way is to be alone.
I remind myself vigorously not to be afraid or to use swear words. Swear words in themselves are emboldening and encouraging themselves. Even ghosts are afraid of evil people. In this way, it will not be difficult to break free. But what I feel is wrong is not this, but
Sister Yuliang described a lotus tattoo on the ghost's hand.
The lotus is originally the throne of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but since ancient times, the lotus has been regarded as a kind of emotion, a kind of nobility that can emerge from the mud and remain unstained. As far as I can think of these, almost all of them are related to the dead.
The ghost hand has nothing to do with it. Could it be that the deceased had a tattoo before his death? Is the ghost hand that Sister Liang saw nothing more than a manifestation of the memory of his body after death? A ghost that appears in such a way
, if there is no great grievance, then it is related to a huge conspiracy. When I thought of this, I immediately asked Sister Liang, does your father have any enemies in daily life? Or is there some relationship between your family or friends?
Someone passed away recently. Did he have lotus flowers on his hands during his lifetime?
Sister Liang answered me without hesitation that this was absolutely impossible. Her family was different from many families. Her mother died young and her father did not remarry for many years. Instead, he devoted himself to bringing her up and then taking care of her.
My son, there were originally some relatives in the family, but later they started to separate and many members of the older generation passed away, so there were very few contacts. The last gathering was several years ago.
.And my father is well-known in this area as a good old man, honest and docile. Everyone likes to make fun of him, but he is not angry. He has lived with fellow villagers all his life. Although everyone can't say they like him very much, they certainly don't.
Why would she hate him? Sister Liang added that when her mother passed away in the early years, it was because of her father's good popularity. Everyone knows that the conditions in our family are relatively difficult. The neighbors helped take care of my mother's funeral. If you want
It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. I feel this deeply. Otherwise, if my father encountered such a thing this time, I would not have immediately asked the neighbors on the street for help.
Sister Liang thought for a while and said, as for the person you said has a tattoo on his arm, I really don’t know about this, because people who rarely interact with my family naturally have no grudges, and with such a conspicuous tattoo, if I had seen it before
I will definitely remember it if I have been there. People with tattoos are not gentlemen. We basically don’t have such acquaintances in our family.
I laughed bitterly a few times and turned to look at Hu Zongren. He also smiled helplessly. We understood each other's meaning, because we probably weren't really gentlemen. After all, Hu Zongren and I both had tattoos on our bodies.