Chapter 5 hand

A jade-like crisp hand swayed slightly in the sleeve, full of hints of temptation. If it is a close-up of a movie, it should be a beautiful scene. However, this is in reality. Moreover, it is a truncated reality—behind that hand and half of the water sleeve, there is nothing. A half-length water sleeve protruding out of thin air, a hand growing out of thin air.Hands are shaking.White, boneless, as soft as an orchid. Huber stared and stared, dumbfounded, and suddenly fell to the ground, convulsing. He who had been blind for half his life actually "saw" it.But what he "sees" cannot be seen by others.The concierge's panicked voice seemed to come from far away: "Hu Bo, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

However, he couldn't hear clearly.The voice from another world drowned him, covering the sky and the earth, leaving no gap: "Poor me, I'm so lonely, I can't hold back my tears, I cry with my sleeves in my arms, I sigh, I hurt myself, I regret, I'm free..." It is the lyrics of "A Chinese Girl Lies Soul", the singing is resentful, miserable, as if crying. Amidst the melody, the hand came meandering, it didn't fluctuate long and short like the ghost hand in horror movies, or was sharp like a blade, nor did it pinch him, hit him, grab him, or even a single unsightly movement.It just swayed slightly in the water sleeve, and if it trembled in rhythm, the water sleeve would recede on the wrist, revealing a severed wrist as bright as frost and snow.

Yes, broken wrists. The water sleeve fell to the ground, falling like flying flowers.Now, that hand has lost the cover of the sleeve and is completely exposed to the air. It is still very beautiful. If it goes on TV to compete for Miss Hand Model, it will definitely win.I just don't know, is there any TV director who has the guts to shoot a severed hand that is extremely beautiful but has no owner? Huber couldn't bear it any longer, and screamed heart-rendingly, convulsing all over, foaming at the mouth, as if having epilepsy. "If you want to suspend the expedition and drink Lizun that day, I'm afraid there will be many dreams in Qianliguan Mountain. There is no consonance that lurks each other. It seems that there are two beauties in the body: the one who agrees with him, and the other. One person was drowned and injured. Ah, then this is the Lihun of a Chinese Girl..."

The severed hand gracefully squeezed an orchid finger in front of Huber's eyes.Huber passed out... Xiao Wan hid in the closet and wept intently. The scent of dried flowers in brand-new nylon stockings, the soft sound of silk rubbing against woven silk, the gentle touch of the black velvet shawl, and the smell of the wardrobe itself... all made her feel comforted. This is a habit I developed when I was very young-whenever I am unhappy, I want to hide myself. A secret and safe place is the wardrobe. Dark and quiet, it is the mother's first embrace, comforting her daughter's startled dream.

Huber is dead.Huber is dead.Huber is dead. Before dying, say "She's back". He saw "her" and died at the hand of "her". Xiaowan bit the corner of the quilt and cried out in fear. At this point, she clearly knew that everything was not accidental or imaginary.July 14th, the Soul Clothes, the old records of "A Dream in the Garden", the horror in the cinema, Huber's death, all of these are predestined, a trap, waiting to be drilled into it. I can't get rid of the thought that if I hadn't opened the box on July 14th, this series of events would not have happened, and Huber's sudden death would not have happened.That being said, didn't he become Ruo Meiying's accomplice?

That day, in the troupe, she blurted out Ruo Meiying's name, causing everyone to question her for a while.Father Shui Rong was even more puzzled: "Xiao Wan, what are you talking about?" This made her wake up suddenly, although she clearly knew that Huber's death was not an accident but a murder, and the murderer was Ruomeiying's ghost.However, these words cannot be said indiscriminately, otherwise, everyone will be regarded as a lunatic, bewitched, and talk nonsense.Moreover, Dad is the leader of the regiment, so he would embarrass Dad by spreading horrible remarks like this.

She just kept silent. No words, but it doesn't mean I don't know.Alone and locked in a web of secrets, she's exhausted and helpless with fear and guilt. The scariest thing is not knowing what else will happen next?And myself, do I have the ability to stop the tragedy from continuing?All she could do was hide in the closet and cry. She had a dream.In the dream, Atao was singing "Dead Rose" to her: "My love for you is like a dead rose, my heart has withered..." When I woke up, it was dark all around, and I didn't know whether it was day or night. Xiaowan became melancholy, silent, and restless.It was as if she was walking in an invisible net. Although there was nothing definite to stop her, the feeling of being bound and entangled was so strong that it was suffocating.

Grandma tried her forehead with her hands more than once, and said annoyedly: "Wan'er, what's wrong with you? You don't burn or burn, but your face is so ugly. Did you encounter something unclean?" ?” Xiao Wan looked at her grandmother in a panic, and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Do you know what kind of grudge Hu Bo and Ruo Meiying have?" "Hu Bo?" Grandma was surprised, "Does Hu Bo know Miss Ruo? I have no impression." "Think about it again, did Huber go to Ruo Meiying's play back then? Did he offer flowers or something?"

Grandma complained: "You child, blind man Hu is ten years younger than me. When Miss Ruo became popular, he was probably still in the womb." The thread was broken so quickly, Xiao Wan was a little unwilling to give up: "Has Huber been blind since childhood?" "That's not true. I heard that they were blinded by fighting during the 'Cultural Revolution'. About this, you can ask Zhao Zihe the accountant, and it will be clearer. I heard that she was also a young Red Guard back then." Grandma said, and came up to touch it again. Granddaughter's forehead, "It's not hot, why is your face so pale? Last night I heard the bell ringing in your room all night, did you not sleep well at night?"

"Grandma has good ears." Xiao Wan forced a smile, halfway through the laugh, suddenly froze, bell?What bell?Didn't she return the bell to Dad? He hurried back to his room, the top of the mosquito net was green and rusty, wasn't it the blood-stained bell? bell?Or spirit? ! Xiao Wan pulled the bell down abruptly, resisting the urge to scream, and sweated out layer by layer.Ruo Meiying, she is in this room, beside her.where is she The phonograph next door suddenly had no one to take the initiative, and Yiyi sang: "I hold my hand in Linqi, leaving this haggard in vain, thinking about the hardest parting in life. I don't have energy when I talk, I don't turn upside down when I sleep, and I don't know how to eat and drink. Like this, I forget to eat and sleep, and I lose weight every day due to frustration... ..."

It's "A Chinese Ghost Story" again.Xiaowan's hair stood on end, and she shouted into the air: "Where are you? Come out! Why are you following me?" No one answered her. No wonder the record of "A Dream in the Garden" came out automatically, no wonder even the puppy Dongdong didn't dare to get close to him when he saw it, no wonder he always felt that something was wrong, it turned out that the ghost followed me all the time, even sleeping in the same place . For the first time, Xiaowan discovered that she was so close to death that she even called her place of residence "Princess's Tomb". She tugged at her hair, almost driven mad by this invisible fear.Why?Why did that female ghost stick so close to her, making things difficult for her?Is it because she opened her suitcase by mistake?Or, since she put on the soul-departing clothes, she has been on her body? Sweating profusely with the bell in her hand, Xiao Wan sat down and tried to say to herself: Calm down, calm down, all this is an illusion, it's all an illusion.I am not afraid of her, I am not afraid of anything. Raising her head, she said to the air: "I see, you miss the time when you were alive, those beautiful days, singing operas, holding parties, wearing silk and emerald greens, right? You think about your costumes, your Stage, you want me to help you, right? But why do you use this method? Why don’t you come out and explain it clearly to me, just pretending to be a ghost? Come out, what do you have to say, what wish do you have, come out and make it clear in person. You come out!" The singing sound stopped with a "click".There was silence.Xiaowan sat down as if in a fight with someone, her shirt was already drenched with sweat, sticking to her body, it felt cool when the wind blew. When I go to work again, I always feel that something is different around me. Opening the door of the clothing room, all the colorful clothes on the shelf have lost their color, as if covered with a layer of gray air. Xiao Wan took the initiative to put on the soul-departing clothes and tried to do it. "Ruomeiying, come out! Come out!" Nobody paid any attention to her.Didn't bother her either.The clothing room was as quiet as a tomb. She feels discouraged.The ghost wanted to find her, but she couldn't hide; she wanted to find the ghost, but she didn't have an address, a phone number, and an email address.Can I look it up online?I don't know how much QQ is. Thinking of it this way, it is quite reassuring.In fact, those faceless netizens behind the computer come and go without a trace, how are they different from ghosts? Just as I was comforting myself, there was a sudden "beep" on the door. Xiao Wan immediately became nervous again, and called out tremblingly, "Who?" When the door opened, there stood Zhao Zihe, an accountant in black with long braids, with a cloudy face, like a rainy night with no clear sky. Xiaowan let out a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death, I thought it was..." "Who do you think?" The accountant nun walked in and sat down on the chair worriedly. Xiao Wan smiled and asked back, "What do you need from me?" "You mentioned Ruo Meiying that day." Zhao Momo stared at her closely, "Before Huber died, he kept shouting 'she's back'." Xiaowan became vigilant and didn't speak, but watched the accountant nanny warily, secretly guessing the reason for her visit. As if she couldn't help looking directly at her bright eyes, she turned her head away and said softly, "What we can see, blind people can't see; what blind people see, we can't see either." She sighed a long time. , "But, I know who she is." Xiao Wan was shocked: "You mean Ruo Meiying?" "I was there the day the box was unpacked. Did you forget? I didn't see anything, but I could feel that she came back for revenge." "What grudge?" "She died during the 'Cultural Revolution'. Before she died, I fought her, and Huber also had a share." Zhao Nanny paused, as if hesitating to say or not, and then continued after a long while, "At that time, I I was only 16 years old and didn't understand anything. People rebelled and made revolution, and I followed suit. I held Ruo Meiying's criticism meeting and beat her with my own hands. She looked at me, her eyes were so beautiful, they could see into my heart I was trembling, my hands were weak, and I couldn’t swing the whip. I stepped down after only three lashes, and I only hit her. But I was always ashamed in my heart, as if the whip had hit me, no, it was my heart It hurts, and it can’t be cured... Later, I was called to go to the mountains and the countryside. I was the first to sign up and left Beijing far away, just to avoid everything. Later, so many things happened later, I I think it's retribution, because I hit Ruo Meiying, hurt the heavens and justice, and should be retribution. Such a beautiful person, so innocent, I beat her, it's against the law of heaven..." She covered her face, and tears flowed from between her fingers. "What happened to you in the countryside?" Xiaowan recalled Zhang Zhiye's words, "Why did you voluntarily become a self-combed girl later?" "I don't want to say it, I don't want to say it..." Zhao Mama suddenly cried out, "It's retribution, it's all retribution!" She grabbed Xiao Wan's hand nervously, "Xiao Wan, if one day I die suddenly, I will Retribution, like Huber, is my own doing, and it doesn't matter to anyone, it doesn't matter." She cried so terribly that Xiaowan shuddered, not knowing how to comfort this old nanny who was over fifty years old who watched her grow up.After a long time, she spoke cautiously again: "Then, Huber, has he hit Ruomeiying?" "I don't know, I don't know..." Mother Zhao cried again, hysterical, "Don't ask any more, Ruo Meiying died a miserable death, a terrible death." "How did Mei Ying die?" Xiao Wan pressed her every step of the way. Mother Zhao backed back again and again: "I don't know, don't ask me, don't ask me. Wudou, it's too messy, I heard that she was locked in a small building, and then she jumped from the thirteenth floor, blood spattered Several feet high, after spraying Huber's whole body and face, Huber became blind, it's retribution, it's all retribution..." Recalling that tragic scene made Zhao Mama's heart shudder, and finally, it was like the fourteenth day of July. Just like the other day, she suddenly wailed, turned and ran away. Xiao Wan couldn't help trembling.Rebellion, fighting, imprisonment, jumping off a building... These things are too far away from her, and she will never be able to understand the twisted human nature of that era.Such an inhuman struggle, such a chaotic and cruel story, the truth is buried in a pool of blood, even people who have seen it with their own eyes can't tell right from wrong, let alone heard it?But finally one thing became clear, that is, the grievances between Hu Bo and Ruo Meiying ended in the "Cultural Revolution", so Mei Ying came to revenge, didn't she? However, was that fall a suicide or a homicide?What happened after Huber locked her in the small building?And Mother Zhao, why did she become a "self-combing girl"? All of this can only be traced slowly to the bottom. The next day was Huber's memorial service. The troupe had a half-day holiday and went to the funeral home to express their condolences. Xiao Wan hid behind the crowd and looked around, fearful every step she took, wondering when Ruo Meiying's ghost would suddenly come out and make trouble.Suddenly seeing Zhang Zhiye coming to join in the fun with his camera on his back from a distance, he was a little happy and hurriedly waved to him. Zhang Zhi also squeezed all the way over, and stopped taking pictures. He only ran back and forth to take care of Xiaowan, preventing people from bumping into her, and afraid that she would be tired and thirsty, and he pretended to be a flower protector.Shui Rong saw it in his eyes, and secretly paid attention, but because as a leader, he had to preside over the overall situation, and he didn't have time to ask his daughter carefully. Xiaowan asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" "I'm curious. It is said that there are many rules for funerals in Liyuan. I want to open my eyes." Zhang Zhi also giggled, treating the funeral as a show. Xiaowan warned in a low voice: "Be serious, be careful that the family members are not happy." The Hu family was not busy, and there were only three "family members" present at the meeting—the son and daughter-in-law pushed a centenarian in a wheelchair. Black-haired man, alas, how sad, blah blah blah. When Xiaowan saw the old man, she felt inexplicably afraid as if she had seen a ghost. The man was really very old, too old, too old to distinguish between men and women, more like a specimen than a person. His face was completely covered by wrinkles, and his exact appearance could not be seen. His eyes were half closed, his lips were half opened, and his facial features were tightly knit together. There was no expression or content. Facing such a face, you can't draw any other conclusions except the word "old". This can no longer be defined by adjectives such as beautiful or ugly, because aging confuses all judgment criteria, leaving only the inevitable vicissitudes of time. But these are not scary, what scares Xiao Wan the most is his pair of legs - such obvious long and short feet, even sitting in a wheelchair, can't cover up that natural defect. Xiaowan's heart skipped a beat.Surnamed Hu, lame, seems to have heard of it somewhere.The secret bud in her heart has sprouted again, ready to move, and will break out of the ground at any time.I vaguely feel that the root of the secret lies in this old man. Who is he? The funeral was going on quietly and lively, and it was coming to an end. The new luthier played the huqin to see Huber off, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Zhang Zhi was also a little bored: "I thought I could sing opera, but after a long time of trouble, it's still the same old way. Let's go too?" Xiaowan agreed, but just stretched her feet. Suddenly, the old man in the wheelchair opened his eyes, pointed at Shui Xiaowan very accurately, and whispered something to his grandson.The grandson gave Xiaowan a surprised look, and then walked over. Xiaowan's heart trembled, she stood still and waited. ——Sure enough, she was invited to meet. Even Shui Rong was surprised, and glanced at his daughter from afar.Xiaowan just pretended not to see, walked towards the old man, and asked, "Are you looking for me?" The old man looked at her. But, can that count?Such an old face, such an old expression, mocked everything, including human eyes.When he looks at you, you can't tell if he really sees it; and when he closes his eyes, you will suspect that he is still peeping at you secretly under the eyelids. "You look like a human being." The old man said hoarsely, the sound seemed to come from the friction of the lung lobes rather than from the mouth.Following the questioning, a rotten smell came from his mouth. Xiao Wan shivered, vaguely guessing the answer, but still bravely asked: "Who?" When a person grows old to a certain extent, he is probably no longer a real person strictly speaking.Either half ghost or half god.Xiao Wan dare not neglect. "Ruo Meiying." The old man answered word by word, almost gnashing his teeth. Xiao Wan was shocked, and couldn't help but grab the handle of the wheelchair: "Do you know Ruo Meiying?" "I know her?" The old man suddenly smiled fiercely, like Ye Xiao, "Do I know her?" The laughter was as weird as it was at the beginning, but then stopped strangely, the vertical and horizontal wrinkles hide evil and desire, It is a trap. "Of course I know her!" "Hu Bo saw her before he died." Xiao Wan said calmly, enduring nausea and fear.Instinctively, she resisted the old man. "I saw it too. I know she's back." The old man was laughing again, starting and stopping suddenly like that again, "I know she's looking for me, I'm waiting for her." "Why is she looking for you?" "Don't you know?" The old man rolled his eyes and said suddenly, "Why should I tell you?" Xiao Wan choked.She had never dealt with such an old man before.In her mind, grandma is the oldest antique. People older than grandma are simply history textbooks and should have no emotions or personalities. However, this old man has a personality that makes people laugh and cry.He was nothing short of a monster. Before she could figure out how to reply, the old man had already signaled to his grandson and grandson-in-law, and the two immediately stepped forward to push him up and leave. Xiao Wan was in a hurry: "Please wait." The grandson was obviously very impatient: "Miss, I have to pick up my father's bones, so I don't have time to chat with you here." The chilling word "picking bones" frightened Xiao Wan, and she couldn't say a word. Seeing that the wheelchair had gone far away, the old man suddenly turned around quickly in the wheelchair and asked, "Why don't you ask Zhang Chaotian?" It seems that he blinked, making the wrinkles on his face even more weird. Zhang Chaotian?I seem to have heard this name somewhere.Xiaowan was trying to remember, when suddenly she saw a crying girl running towards Zhang Zhiye, she was about to bump into Zhang Zhiye, so she called out "Be careful" and pushed Zhang Zhiye. Zhang Zhi also staggered, confused: "Why are you pushing me?" "You almost bumped into someone." Xiao Wan turned around and pointed, and was suddenly stunned. Where is the shadow of the girl? At the door, Huber’s relatives hadn’t dispersed yet, another group of family members who were waiting for the memorial service in the hall couldn’t wait to go inside. A grieving middle-aged woman was surrounded by the crowd and walked in the front. , crying while walking: "Daughter, what a miserable death you have! Tell that driver to have no children and grandchildren! Such a wide street, so many people, why did he just hit you. Daughter..." "It was a car accident." Zhang Zhi also sighed, "The deceased is still very young..." Looking back at Xiao Wan, "Hey, what happened to you?" Xiaowan was dumbfounded, staring straight at the portrait, her face pale and trembling.Isn't the person on the image the same girl who ran past me just now?Did she see a ghost again? ! "Xiaowan!" Zhang Zhi also took a step forward and held her hand: "Are you hiding something from me?" He kept looking into her eyes with a rare seriousness on his face, "I can feel that you are being attacked by someone." There is a very big trouble, what is it, can you tell me? Can I help you share it?" Xiao Wan hesitated and hesitated, and finally asked, "You know, do you believe in ghosts?"