Chapter 13 image in the sky

I plan to go to northern Shaanxi. It's a magical place.I miss the endless loess high slopes, the simple poor people there, and the mutton noodles there. Around 1995 I used to drive there to visit one of my traveling mothers.The mother was very poor and very old.Her son's name is Lu Yao.At that time, I sent the old man a donation of 15,000 yuan from readers.I will never forget that experience.After I came back that time, I also received a scary call, which was related to the reputation of Lu Yao's family, so I won't mention it. In addition, I want to avoid the nightmare of Beijing, escape the suspicious eyes around me, and go to northern Shaanxi to relax.Standing under the blue sky in northern Shaanxi, it seems that I have returned to my childhood, a colorful childhood without the shadow of horror.

Another purpose is to collect wind. I'm going to collect some rural ghost stories and the like to nourish my inspiration.This is the most important point. On the long-distance bus, I kept thinking with my low IQ brain. I characterized all the previous phenomena that I could not explain as hallucinations, and I characterized that person as a pervert. I seriously thought about my problem with him. I feel that I can no longer get entangled in this unexplainable matter, otherwise, I will waste all my careers and finally collapse. I'm still going to continue my horror career. I took a long-distance bus overnight.At dawn, I ate a bowl of hot and spicy mutton noodles at Sansanlipu. (One song sang it—"Ask my family to be famous, and my family lives in Suide Sanlipu Village.") When it was daylight, I entered Camel City.

It was an old city surrounded by the famous Mu Us Desert. I easily found a retired old man who was over seventy years old. His name was Wang Wu, and the locals called him "Story King". "Story King" lives alone, I think his wife may be dead.After meeting him, I felt that his eyes seemed very familiar, but I couldn't remember why they were so familiar. His beard was thin and his face was very white.Recently, many of the people I come into contact with are a little pale. The old man was very happy to hear my reason for coming, and he entertained me with good northern Shaanxi rice wine.I sat cross-legged on the kang with him.

It was a quite spacious cave dwelling, even a little empty.Faded paper-cuts were pasted on the windows, and the cut-outs were chickens, ducks, geese and dogs, and it was very lively. "Story King" said: "I will only tell you three stories." Story one: There was a man whose unit allocated him a bigger house. There is a cat in his house. After moving everything, he walked to the new house with the cat in his arms.When he approached the neighborhood of his new residence, the cat was terrified, screaming non-stop, and finally broke away from him and escaped. The cat recognized its home, and it ran back to the old house.

He chased back and saw the cat shivering in a corner of the old house.He picked it up again and continued walking towards the new house. The cat meowed even more frightened this time, and finally jumped to the ground when he walked into the corridor of the new house, and ran away screaming strangely. He felt Xuan, and went back to the old house to look for it again.The cat saw him running around and didn't want him to take it away.Finally, he caught it, covered its eyes with a cloth, and carried it out the door.He thought, it doesn't know where it goes this time, and it won't bark again.

The cat was blindfolded, and it really stopped barking. It lay in the arms of its owner, motionless, listening and judging vigilantly. When he approached the door of his new house with it in his arms, the cat suddenly wanted to run away again! He had been prepared for a long time and hugged it tightly.The cat was terrified, it scratched his hand frantically with its claws, blood flowed out... He was in so much pain that he let it go. The cat never returned to the old house, and it didn't know where it fled. He couldn't figure it out no matter what he thought. After he moved into the new house, he looked for the cat everywhere, but he didn't find any sign of it.So, he stopped looking for it.

A new life begins.Everything is normal. Many days passed, and once, when he came home from get off work, he suddenly saw a lot of little mice on the floor of the house, which had just been born, and they were slowly crawling around. mouse?Where did the mouse come from? He looked around, and finally found a small mouse hole in the corner of the bathroom, and a newborn mouse crawled out of the hole. He panicked and stomped on the little mice. The scary thing is that the little mice kept coming out one after another.It seems that the hole gave birth to them. There must be a mouse in there. It hides in the hole and never shows up, just keeps sending out the little mice.The man was dumbfounded and thought, what the hell is it!

He suddenly thought of the escaped cat at home, and panicked a little. The cat must be afraid of it and refuse to come in! But why is the cat so afraid of the mouse in the hole? He set fire to the hole, and he was choking and coughing non-stop, but it didn't matter, the little mice still wobbled and crawled out one by one... He flooded the hole again, and the water was full and overflowed, but it still didn't work.The little mice were still crawling out one by one dripping with water... He blocked the hole with broken bricks and tiles, and the little mice quickly opened it, and they crawled out one by one...

He used a pickaxe to plan and a shovel to destroy the new house. He dug very deep and far, and the hole seemed to have no bottom... He had no choice but to watch stupidly, seeing more and more little mice, gradually covering the ground of his house, the table, the bed, gradually covering his feet, and he broke out of the door screaming strangely like that cat... … He has never seen what that scary female mouse looks like... ——I listened and listened, stunned! Why?Because the story told by "Story King" is similar to a story I wrote.My story is called "Procedure".And that manuscript is in the publishing house, not yet published.

How did he speak out? And, I admit, he's smarter than me.His brilliance is that the man in the story has never seen the terrible mouse. His brilliance also lies in the fact that he called the mouse "the female mouse". female mouse. This name is gloomy. Story two: There was a man who was walking across a meadow. The sun was so hot that the whole meadow was wilted.However, as he was walking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. When he looked back, there was nothing but a dirt road that appeared and disappeared. He goes on.After walking for a while, I still feel thorns on my back.

He turned his head again, but there was still nothing, the weeds were all over the sky. How strange, he thought suspiciously. When he turned his head for the third time, he was shocked, this time he saw that thing! The thing's eyes were green. At first the man thought it was a wolf - pointy ears, green eyes, long tail mopping the ground, of course it was a wolf!However, he later insisted that it was not a wolf. The man lost his soul all of a sudden, he stared at that thing blankly for a while, then turned around suddenly, and ran away. That thing was chasing after him. He ran for a while, and looked back, and it was following behind, not far or near, and it was still the same distance as before. He couldn't shake it off at all.He slows down, and it slows down. He suddenly felt that his rush was futile. He stopped and looked back at it for a long time.Finally, he yelled like crazy: Get over here!It was absent-minded, turning its head to look elsewhere. He was about to collapse, his knees went limp, and he knelt down towards it with a "plop".However, it didn't seem to understand what this meant, and looked at it blinking. He got up and walked on. However, his legs were like chaff, and he couldn't walk anymore, so he just crawled on the ground. He wasn't used to this way of walking, he crawled too slowly, and the thing gradually approached his ass. His limbs trembled at the same time, and he couldn't even crawl.He turned and sat on the grass, turned his head back in horror, and looked at it. It also looks at him. He was so close to it that he even saw a drop of eyeball at the corner of its eye, and a straw stick hanging from the corner of its mouth. The sky was blue and the meadow was silent.It looked at him just like that. Suddenly, it smiled at him.That's definitely a person laughing!And very familiar, but he just can't remember who it is! (Speaking of this, the "Story King" also suddenly laughed, it was definitely a wolf's laugh!) It seems that this person is no longer afraid, he just wants to die to understand.He thought hard, wondering whose smile is so familiar... The thing took a step closer, put its two front paws on the ground, and sat opposite the person, still laughing. "Remember?" It suddenly spoke. As if he had been hypnotized, he obediently followed its words and recalled the long gone years.The scene of playing in his childhood appeared in his mind. The thing said, "Think forward." The wing in which he was born appeared again in his mind. The thing said, "Think forward." His head went dark and there was no more image. That thing laughed again, and said patiently: "Let me remind you, in that life, you were a wolf. Think again." After saying this, its face suddenly twisted, and it howled miserably, the sound was extremely ugly! Then it said, "Remember? You howled like this from morning to night..." The howling suddenly made him smell the smell of wild grass, the smell of the moon, and the desertedness of the cold wind. The thing stared into his eyes and said, "I was a human being in that life. In this deserted meadow, you ate me. Did you forget? One night, the wind was very strong. Think again!" It slammed the person down, and its sharp teeth approached the person's throat: "I'll tell you again, this is how you bit off my throat..." — I'm stupid again. This story is similar to another one I wrote.My story is called, also in the publishing house, has not yet been published. It's just that the ending of "Story King" is different from mine.My story just ended when the thing suddenly laughed. The brilliance of the "Story King" is that when the thing suddenly laughed, he laughed too, and he laughed like a wolf!He stretches the story. And this is not an important question, the important thing is, why are the stories I wrote in his heart? I was horrified. Story three: A traveler, he came to a lake in the desert. It was a big lake, the waves were as flat as a mirror, there was no one around, no boats or waterfowl on the water, and there were not even clouds in the sky.Sky and water are the same color. The traveler sat by the lake, quietly admiring the lake and water. He was wearing a denim jacket and carrying an army green satchel, which was bulging. Suddenly, he saw a huge scene appearing in the lake. At the beginning, the scene was vaguely unclear, like a street scene. He was petrified! Then, the scene became clearer and clearer. The water was moving, and the scenes in the water were also floating unsteadily—it was a stone-paved street lined with old houses of unknown dynasties, quiet and deserted.The scene has no sense of sunshine, like a city in a cloudy sky, or an oil painting with old colors. The traveler is in a bird's-eye view, just like looking at a city on the ground from the porthole of an airplane.After looking at it for a while, the traveler thought it was a still picture.This must be a mirage, he thought. He stared at the huge scene tightly, not daring to blink.What he was most afraid of would suddenly appear in this scene. After a long time, suddenly a stray dog ​​ran across the street in a hurry! The traveler was dumbfounded.He understood immediately - this scene is not just a picture!Now, he clearly saw a scene in the world, a fragment of life that he did not know how many years had passed.I don't know what time it is, where it is, who it is... After a long time, he saw a person coming out of the old house. He was wearing clothes of the same unknown dynasty, the color was very dark, and he was carrying a bag, as if he was about to go out. Because the traveler's angle was high above, he couldn't see the man's face. The man walked and disappeared at the end of the street. After a long time, a woman came out of another old house. She was dressed in brightly colored clothes and her feet were small, like the three-inch golden lotus in ancient times. She quickly ran into another old house. Likewise, the traveler could not see her face clearly. After a long time, a child with a bun came out of an old house. He took a kite or something and let it go outside... Always silent, the whole process is like a silent movie. The child looked up, suddenly he seemed to see a traveler, he threw the kite, and ran back to the old house in panic, after a while, he led out an old woman, pointing upwards in horror, the old woman opened her mouth wide! Then, the scene in the water quickly disappeared... The ancient man in the mirage had a relationship with him in this world, and they saw each other! The traveler was so frightened that he was dumbfounded and fell into the lake, dying... — This story is quite scary.It has nothing to do with my story. The next day, I was going to visit the Mu Us Desert and then returned to Beijing. I brought enough water and dry food, and came to the desert alone.I have come a long way. I want to avoid all disturbances in the world, including hearing, the sound of cars, popular music, and bargaining; including visual, houses, chimneys, and telephone poles; including sensory, pairs of redundant eyes. However, I couldn't get over that horror story.Along the way, the figure of the traveler has been lingering in my mind. I have been walking towards the depths of the desert, and finally came to the hinterland of the desert. Well, apart from me in the world, there is also the vast yellow sand. When I close my eyes, the sun will flood down and embrace me, which is very comfortable. I opened my eyes, startled, and saw a gigantic sight in the sky—— A castle in the desert, like the ancient country of Loulan!The magnificent palace, majestic government offices, tall pagodas, peaceful dwellings, beautiful Populus euphratica, spectacular beacon towers, clear ancient waterways...all have been swallowed up by the desert, leaving only a dead city.I see dry yellow sand, black windows, twisted dead wood... This grotesque spectacle took up half the sky! There is actually a person in the dead city! This person floats and flickers, sitting upright among the ruins.He seems very tired. He was wearing a denim suit and carrying an army green satchel! He turned out to be the drowned traveler told by the story king! He looked down at me, his expression blank. I saw that his face was very pale, and I suddenly remembered the phantom I saw during a seminar in the university.it's him!He is another me! I look at the people in the sky. I stared at the people in this mirage. Me and I meet eyes. I don't know what's going to happen next. He just looked at me from the sky and didn't do anything. Then, the huge scene slowly faded away... I got up and turned around and ran. I dropped my camera, I dropped my water bottle, I dropped my backpack... When I approached Camel City, I looked up to the sky out of breath, and the sky was very blue.