Chapter 6 04 Please pull out your head and hold it in your hand

Woke up, went out to eat in flip flops, went to the Tianhou Temple to pay homage, and then went back to the hotel to catch up on sleep. "Young boy, you look good!" The boss put on a mask and turned on the electric fan on his feet. "Preferably." I pointed my middle finger down the stairs as I went upstairs. etc! I ran back downstairs and said seriously, "Boss, will you go out to play mahjong tonight?" "Yes." The boss didn't even bother to open his eyes. "Then lend me your key." I held out my hand. "Borrow 500 yuan a night." The boss suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"That's ridiculous, one hundred." "three hundred." "one hundred." "Three hundred, it's stipulated by the company, I can't help it!" "Deal, do it." After taking the key, it is naturally useful for me. In the evening, it was another round of fierce ghost shooting. The hanged old man who practiced iron neck is very showy. When I took pictures, he deliberately stretched his tongue to the extent that he could use it as a tie. With the two feet hanging in the air and kicking randomly, the results I took were simply superb. "Abbe, it's okay, thank you." I checked the photos, and I have taken more than 20 photos just now.

"Young man, let's take a few more pictures. Uncle still has a lot of moves!" The hanged old man shook his body and smiled strangely. Although this old man hanged himself in a horrific way, his personality is not gloomy at all, and he enthusiastically made many extreme poses of the human body with ropes for me to take pictures.Every time I said that enough shots, he just made a super scary strange pose, forcing me to continue to adjust the angle and press the shutter. Later, while filming and chatting, I realized that the old man who hanged himself was actually too lonely and didn't want me to leave.

The old man who hung himself said that he liked to tell people about May 43 and make jokes for his neighbors, and he was a very popular licorice figure in the town.But as the old friends returned to the west one by one, fewer and fewer people could understand his jokes. The younger generation in the family were not interested in his existence at all. A little interesting topic, let me become the focus of everyone after dinner... But ah, hanging by hanging, you are really dead. "It's cool, the end of Abelian's life is also very funny!" I applauded all the time, but I have a question: "But Abel, although you are so good at performing hanging, have you ever thought about doing something that has nothing to do with hanging?" thing?"

"Huh?" Uncle's neck was tangled with the rope ring. "For example, jumping off a building, the kid downstairs is a good jumper." "...I never thought about it. Ever since Uncle accidentally hanged himself to death, I hanged myself again every night. I never thought about doing other things. It's strange to say... When it comes to jumping off a building Ah, I'm still afraid of heights, but since Uncle and I are already dead..." I looked at the bewildered Abo, and I couldn't stop tsk in my heart. It turns out that what those supernatural programs said is true, if you kill yourself, you will die again in the same way every night, in an infinite loop until the original lifespan expires, and you will be free from continuous suicide...

Saying goodbye to the hanged uncle who was constantly confused, I walked into the room of the girl who swallowed the drug and committed suicide. The young girl who swallowed the medicine was probably only a high school student, but she explained a lot of truths about life to me. She kept talking about Nietzsche, Kawabata Yasunari, and Kafka. . I was so patient in the class, when it was my turn to ask the girl who swallowed the drug to help me do some interesting supernatural moves, she frowned and said, "I don't do that kind of sensational thing, I have always been very low-key , Roland Barthes said..."

"But I just listened carefully to you saying something that I'm not interested in at all, why are you like this?" "..." "Sometimes in life, even though you are very unhappy, you still have to do this, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted, don't you understand? I just ask you to pull out your head and hold it in your hand. My request is too much ?" "Pull the head off just so that I can, um, pluck, remove the head, isn't that pointless?" "Even if the action of pulling out the head and holding it in your hand is meaningless to you, but if it is meaningful to me, you can do it as a way of making friends with me. Is it difficult for you?"

"It's not a question of embarrassment, but a question of whether it is meaningful. Basically, I think it is very meaningless, and it is not low-key to pull out the head." After negotiating for more than an hour, I finally gave up. Sure enough, he is a model who can't let go of his heart. As I said, on the fifth floor, apart from this philosopher girl who swallows medicine fiercely, there are also three masters who are good at free fall.I studied the photos of the children who turned over and fell from the building last night. I think that the photos of jumping from the top to the bottom alone are lacking in variety.

I took the key I had rented in advance, went downstairs to set up the tripod, and then asked those fancy jumpers to jump off for me one by one. "Count to three...one...two...three!" I yelled, ready to press the shutter. The first person to jump off the building was a middle-aged male ghost, who bent forward for a week and a half, then slanted and hit the ground. With a bang, it was full of shock.However, the angle of landing is too big, and too many corpses are stirred up, so I can only give: "Thank you, it's not bad!" Such a somewhat perfunctory evaluation. The second thin Obasan who jumped from the building seemed to feel a little pressure. She jumped off backwards, completed a one-and-a-half round of somersaults and three and a half rounds, and then fell headlong, slamming her head in the middle of the road.

Great angles, very little body mass stirred up, very professional. "It's great, let me take a great photo!" I clapped my hands vigorously. But what I admire most is the third female ghost in red who jumped off the building. The female ghost in red didn't have any extra rotations or rolls at all, and she unambiguously took the posture of dropping her feet. When she fell to the ground, her feet exploded from her knees instantly, and her upper body immediately fell forward. The whole ghost It was so shattered. During the process, the female ghost in red stared at me with venomous eyes, making my scalp tingle.

"It's really scary. The person in the red dress is really full of resentment." I am covered in cold sweat, so I can only give full marks. In the end, I had to face the... drowned little girl who lived on the fifth floor leading to the roof of the top floor. I walked to the corner of the stairs excitedly with the camera, and began to compose the picture in my heart. Not long after, I heard the slapping sound that had given me the chills the night before. The little girl was soaking wet, with her hair still covering her entire face, approaching me in the most frightening slow motion in the legend, and making strange grunting noises from her mouth. Although my mental level is quite different from the night before, the rotten smell on the wet little girl is too strong, as if there is a dead fish in the schoolbag, under the heavy weight of the book, it can't see the light of day After more than a month, the smell of evil finally came out... It reminded me of my position again. I am a human being, and I am a ghost in front of me. No matter how many ghosts I have photographed in the past two nights, it is still possible to fall into the hands of this little female ghost. "Little girl, I know you don't want to be scary, but can you stop walking in slow motion so much?" I picked up the camera, held my breath and pressed the shutter. The wet little girl ignored my words and insisted on approaching me in slow motion, and the stench became stronger and stronger. "I know you're pitiful, but...you keep scaring me with slow motion, it's really too much." I was so smoked that I felt nauseous, no, I really vomited, but I still managed to frame the scene and press the shutter. The wet little girl didn't come to me for a long time, and approached at a speed that made my feet go limp. The ghost is really powerful. Although she walks slowly, there is progress in every step, but the paradox is that no matter how she moves forward, she can never get in front of me. But I know very well that if I run away immediately, I will be chased again soon, so I might as well just go weak on the spot and wait for the horrific incident to end automatically. In a trance, I saw a piece of black rotten flesh falling from the wet little girl's arm. Slap. "You are so...really uneducated!" I kept vomiting. The wet little girl obviously wanted me to die, and continued to rot, leaving lumps of flesh on the floor. With the meat gone, it's the offal's turn. Liver, kidneys, intestines, heart, stomach pouch... Finally, with a snap, even the face fell off. It was horrific, but I had nothing else to do, and I couldn't run, so I had to keep filming until the camera died.I know that there are many helplessness in life, but I didn't expect the helplessness to be so specific. For two hours, two full hours until dawn, we maintained the same nasty confrontation. The wet little girl's flesh, internal organs and face were all rotten, so she cheated to grow back again, and then, the wet little girl walked me down from the safety door on the top floor in slow motion again, and continued to drop the rotten meat to the ground The show tried to scare me. "Is it necessary to do this?" I rolled my eyes, vomiting until my stomach was about to cramp. Yes, it was miserable. I really want to sympathize with this little female ghost who drowned on the water tower at a young age, but I also really want to hit her. This rotten meat show keeps me in the mood to throw up at any time for the next week . Before the scheduled trip was over, I had already taken a lot of fierce photos. For more than ten days after that, I stayed in this hotel where suicides were collected with a very strange mentality. Sometimes I bought a few packs of snacks to gamble with tattooed men, and sometimes I bought a few pieces of meat and tribute balls to go to fat black women. I borrow charcoal from her to barbecue in the room, and when I can’t sleep, I go to the girl who swallows medicine to talk about philosophy to make my head faint, etc., but I just don’t want to go to the corner of the stairs between the fifth floor and the top floor. Of course, I have not forgotten why I live here in the first place. I called my boss with a bank account number attached. "Nine Knives, I took a lot of fierce photos, all of which are five-star materials." "Really? You go to register a blog, upload all the photos, and I'll click in and have a look." "Honestly, if you don't pay me any more, I'm afraid I will..." "Shrimp Tinker Bell! Upload it!" Nine Knives hung up the phone impatiently. For the sake of money, I immediately put the photos in my blog album, asked Jiu Dao to go and catch them, and gave Jiu Dao a rough description of my experience.Nine knives later remitted a considerable amount of money to me, which moved me quite a bit. "I'll collect it for you." Nine Knives said coolly on the phone, "Remember, you have to collect more times." "Thank you, thank you! You are too trustworthy! But I don't care, I just see too many supernatural phenomena and often want to commit suicide... But you, why don't you come and watch, maybe you will come up with great inspirations!" "Excuse me, why do you think I sent you to collect inspiration? Of course you are the one to go to that lousy place!" Later, when my prepaid accommodation amount was full, it was enough, and I was not at a disadvantage. When I was finally about to leave that lousy hotel, I visited each of the ghosts in each room one by one with a grateful heart. The fat black woman still doesn't want to talk, but I can tell she's going to miss having barbecue with me. The iron-necked uncle pestered me to take a photo. Although I felt very unlucky, I took a photo as requested. The tattooed man cried miserably, and said, "Who am I going to bet with in the future? It's so boring! Why don't you die now and bet with me forever! Come on! Deal the cards!" "Send your big head." It's true that I gave him a new deck of playing cards. The woman who committed suicide by cutting her wrists was still asking me if I needed her to help me experience a new realm of life, but I really didn't want to tell others in the future that my first time was dedicated to supernatural phenomena, so I gave up. The girl who swallowed the pill calmly blessed my departure, but she still refused to let me take a picture of her pulling her head up. In the end, those falling ghosts who jumped from the building more and more fancy, jumped to a total of three and had a physical collapse, which was regarded as a parting gift for me.Fuck, I'm a little moved. I got on my motorcycle, especially in the middle of the night. Clearly, I heard those innocent souls screaming in unison... "Wang Daming! If you want to commit suicide in the future, you must come back here before doing it!" Damn, super dick, why should I kill myself! but…… "Okay! If it's suicide... I mean if..." I pressed the accelerator and left in a straight line. He didn't look back, just waved his hand. Gradually moving away from the windy hotel, I couldn’t help but stop the motorcycle at the traffic light at the intersection ahead, and I said loudly to the dark and empty windows in the rear-view mirror: "If there is a next life, you must live happily!"