Ding Yu stared at Liu Yangyang and said seriously every word: "If there is such a day, I will leave this world!"
Ding Yu is a very virtuous girl. After get off work every day, she will stop by the vegetable wholesale market to buy vegetables, clean the room, and wash Liu Yangyang's dirty clothes. When Liu Yangyang comes back from overtime every night, there will be hot meals on the table, while Ding Yu lies down I was holding a horror novel on the bed and reading it with gusto.
A year has passed like this, and Liu Yangyang's birthday is two days away. Fortunately, Liu Yangyang works very hard and was promoted to department supervisor by the company a few days ago.
Ding Yu thought that Liu Yangyang didn't have many decent clothes. He spent half a month's salary in the largest shopping mall to buy a black suit for Liu Yangyang. As soon as he walked out of the shopping mall happily, he saw a familiar figure not far away.
A figure that is no longer familiar.
A tall and beautiful girl took Liu Yangyang's arm, and the two walked towards a red car while talking and laughing. Liu Yangyang opened the door for the girl warmly. Didn't he tell me that he would work overtime today? At this moment, Ding Yu's heart ached.
Unable to breathe, Ding Yu sat helplessly on the cold steps at the entrance of the shopping mall. Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. The black suit that fell aside looked particularly ridiculous at this time. After a long, long time, Ding Yu stood up with a smile and lost his mind.
Return to your residence.
Liu Yangyang, who was exhausted at night and opened the door with the key, screamed and sat down on the ground.
A nylon rope as thick as a finger was tied to the beam of the old house. The other end of the rope was tightly tied around Ding Yu's neck. Ding Yu, who had a bloodless face, was wearing a bright red skirt similar to that worn by a wedding bride.
Hanging in the air, a gust of wind blew in from the window after Liu Yangyang opened the door, and the Ding Yu hanging on the rope swayed in the wind.
A few minutes later, Liu Yangyang burst out crying, rushed to Ding Yu, and struggled to lift Ding Yu off the rope, only to find that Ding Yu's body was already cold and the knife wound on his wrist had become scabbed.
Then he saw the suit on the bed and the brief note on the side: I wish you happiness. Liu Yangyang seemed to understand something, hugged Ding Yu tightly and cried loudly:
"Why are you so stupid? That's just a colleague who accompanied me to the mall to deliver design drawings. He has a sprained ankle and is inconvenient to walk. Why are you so stupid?"
Liu Yangyang's crying woke up the neighbor next door. The sleepy neighbor saw everything in the house at the door and ran away.
Not long after, Liu Yangyang heard the sirens getting louder and louder. When the police arrived at the scene, they still saw Liu Yangyang holding Ding Yu and crying.
An hour later, the bodies of Liu Yangyang and Ding Yu were taken away by the police. At the same time, the police station sent an urgent telegram to Ding Yu's family.
After continuous interrogations and investigations, Liu Yangyang was released and Ding Yu was sent to the crematorium. The police learned from Liu Yangyang's neighbors that the two young men were very much in love, and went to Liu Yangyang's company to conduct an investigation. The female colleague did indeed have a sprained foot.
Moreover, there were hospital treatment records and there was indeed no special relationship with Liu Yangyang. A large number of horror novels and drugs for treating mental illness were found in Liu Yangyang's residence. It was determined that Ding Yu committed suicide due to mental disorder.
After Ding Yu's family members arrived at the police station to learn about the situation, they did not blame too much. Ding's father, who had become much older in an instant, walked to the station without saying a word while holding Ding Yu's urn. Before getting on the bus, Liu Yangyang wiped everything off his body.
The money was forced on Ding's father.
Liu Yangyang took Ding Yu's belongings and left amidst the scoldings of the landlord. After being in a daze all morning and making continuous mistakes at work, Liu Yangyang asked for a few days off from the company in the afternoon.
On the way back to the company dormitory, he had to pass through a square with a lot of traffic. When Liu Yangyang was passing by the square, he was stopped by an old man dressed like a Taoist priest with his hair tied up:
"Young man, I see your face is darkened, your eyes are dull, and your legs are unsteady when you walk. It looks like you don't have much time left."
Liu Yangyang had tears in his eyes and replied with a smile: "That's just the right time to go and accompany her!"
"Idiot, people and ghosts have different paths. Even if you go to accompany her, she may not still know you!" The old Taoist priest grabbed Liu Yangyang's arm and enlightened Liu Yangyang, who was hopeless, until he said that the living must continue to live in Liu Yangyang's eyes.
Finally there was some light.
"You are now haunted by resentful ghosts and you won't be able to survive for a while. If I guess correctly, today will be the first seven days of the dead, right?"
Liu Yangyang nodded, and the old Taoist priest continued to ask: "Did the deceased wear bright red clothes and red shoes when he died?"
Liu Yangyang only remembered the red skirt and ignored the color of the shoes. If you think about it carefully, it was really like that.
"Those who leave with resentment will turn into resentful ghosts if not handled properly and will never be reincarnated!"
When Liu Yangyang heard that he would never be reincarnated, his heart ached and he asked hurriedly:
"Sir, please make it clear that she was already in great pain when she passed away. Even if she is not reincarnated forever, there is no need for me to live in the future. I would rather go down and stay with her!"
"Hey, idiot! Only by doing what I say can the dead souls eliminate their resentment and be reincarnated safely!"
Liu Yangyang left the remaining twenty yuan for the old Taoist priest and rushed back to the dormitory. He dug out Ding Yu's belongings from under the bed, wrapped a pair of red high heels in a bag, got up, and went out for a two-hour bicycle ride to a hill in the suburbs.
I went up, dug a deep pit in the south direction, buried my shoes in it, looked at the sky and hurried back on my bike.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he rushed back to the dormitory. Liu Yangyang took another piece of Ding Yu's clothes out and rode for an hour to dig a hole in a river and throw the clothes in.
When he returned to the dormitory, Liu Yangyang looked at the clock on the wall and didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat on his head. He found a washing basin, poured some washing clothes and water into it, and soaked Ding Yu's red skirt in it.
Ten minutes later, Liu Yangyang rolled up his sleeves and began to carefully clean every blood stain on the red dress.
It was already 11:45, and the red dress in Liu Yangyang's hand was still not cleaned. While blaming the lack of washing, he thought about what the old Taoist priest said: "The first step is to find two relics of the deceased and bury them, the further away they are.
The better, I guess you can delay it for a while. The second step is to clean the blood on the red skirt before 12 o'clock. The first seven souls of the dead will definitely come back today. Only in this way will the resentment become smaller. If you fail, hide under the bed.
No matter what, don't be found by the dead souls, just hold on until 12:15!"
When the hour hand on the wall reached 12 o'clock, there was still a faint trace of blood on the red skirt. Liu Yangyang's fingers turned red when he rubbed them. A few more minutes passed, and suddenly the light bulb in the room flickered a few times and then dimmed. The window was closed tightly.
There was a popping sound as if someone was tapping on the glass.
Liu Yangyang put down the clothes in his hands, got under the bed, and closed his eyes tightly. The sound of footsteps came from the quiet room, and then Ding Yu's soft voice floated into Liu Yangyang's ears:
"My dear, you are smart again. I didn't even find you from south to north! Do you really don't want me anymore? Why do you hide?"
Liu Yangyang closed his eyes and his body couldn't help shaking. Thinking of the old Taoist priest's words, he closed his mouth tightly and didn't dare to say anything.
The clock on the wall was ticking. For the first time, Liu Yangyang felt that a few minutes was so difficult!
"Wow! So you are hiding here!"
Liu Yangyang heard a happy exclamation in his ears. He forced himself to open his eyes. What faced him was a pale face with a long tongue hanging in his mouth. There was blood leaking from the white eye sockets without black pupils.
The blood fell on the ground drop by drop, and a strange smile appeared on Ding Yu's pale face:
"Do you know why the blood stains on the red dress can't be washed away?"
Liu Yangyang's teeth couldn't help chattering and he said vaguely: "Why?"
At this time, Zhiyong and Liu Yang were also asking "why". I picked up a glass of water and moistened my throat. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zhiyong's fingers trembling slightly as he tightened his grip on the quilt.
I approached Zhiyong's bed, stared at Zhiyong, tried my best to imitate Ding Yu's tone in the story, and said in a deep voice word by word:
"Because~because~you~ didn't use Tide laundry detergent! Hahahahahaha!"
Maybe Zhiyong was brought into the story, or maybe he was frightened by my last laugh. In short, Zhiyong screamed and hit his head on the iron bar at the head of the bed. The "thud" sound was painful to me.
When Zhang Feng returned to the dormitory, Zhiyong was in a quiet dormitory, rubbing his head with his hands and wondering what happened to Zhiyong. Liu Yang told him that Fengzi had just told a scary story.
Zhang Feng, who was even more confused, walked up to Zhitong and asked: "Is it scary?"
"What a hammer!" Zhiyong roared, and Zhang Feng took a cold shower in confusion.