Chapter 2 Introduction one

Human emotions are very strange. When expressing emotions and communicating with the closest people, they are always shy and lazy. Some people are willing to rack their brains in order to surprise their birthday friends, but few people remember their parents’ birthdays, and they don’t even want to say a word of happy birthday; It was hard work for the mother who got up in the middle of the night to cook supper for herself. The pattern of indifference and weirdness has been passed down from generation to generation, and may have been ingrained in our genes. Therefore, the people we need the most and are the easiest to understand, lovers, parents, and children, are often the least understood in the end.In many cases, our understanding of them is not as good as that of our friends, classmates, colleagues and even customers.

Zhang Simin seems to be suffering from a strange disease. Whenever he sees his father, he will think of the old man's terrible appearance: bald head, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, turned lips, sparse buck teeth, and resentful eyes. Since when did he have such a strange feeling?Maybe a few days ago, he was on duty that day, went to the classroom early, and turned on the ceiling fan to ventilate according to the school's requirements. Empress Rui actually found a strange picture drawn on the blackboard. The old man in the painting looks disgusting, with bald head, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, turned lips, and sparse buck teeth, staring at himself with resentful eyes without blinking.

It's strange, I went back very late yesterday, the classroom was obviously locked, and the students on duty left after handing over the key to him, and the blackboard was still clean at that time. Zhang Simin murmured and looked around. In the morning, the classroom was empty and every window was closed.The classroom is on the sixth floor, and the key is in his hands. How did the guy who was scribbling on the blackboard get in?The classmates who were supposed to be on duty with him haven't arrived yet, and the crowd of people going to school should arrive in half an hour. It's better to wipe off the pranks on the blackboard quickly, lest the teacher find out and blame himself.

While thinking, Zhang Simin picked up the eraser and wiped it on the blackboard.With a strong hand, the eraser easily erased the traces on the blackboard. At this moment, a heart-piercing scream came to his ears, Zhang Simin was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the eraser immediately fell to the ground. The cry came vaguely from the blackboard. He looked up tremblingly, and saw half of the strange old man's face was wiped off by himself, and one of his eyeballs was also wiped off. The whole face took on a strange appearance, like a skeleton, which looked very terrifying.Zhang Simin quickly turned his head to look away.

Behind him, the classroom was still empty, no classmates came, and no creature that screamed could be found.He shook his head, without thinking too much, picked up the eraser on the ground, and wiped the blackboard vigorously again. Soon, the blackboard was wiped clean by him, and the cry was like a hallucination, and it never appeared again.Zhang Simin clapped his hands in satisfaction, and continued to do the preparatory work that other duty students should do until class. But the matter was not over, and from then on, he felt that his thinking had become a little strange. Mingming's teacher was frothing all over the podium, but Zhang Simin's mind was always filled with the scary old man's face on the blackboard, and even his retinas had an illusion, always feeling that that face was not far away. Peeping at him secretly.

This frightened him very much. After finally getting through school, he went home with his schoolbag.Dad came back early today and is reading a magazine on the sofa in the living room.The magazine blocked his view, and Dad's face was hidden behind the pages of the magazine. "dad." He cried out feebly. "Well, there are no club activities today?" Dad asked. "I felt unwell, so I came back early." Zhang Simin's voice was aggrieved. Indeed, ever since I erased that horrible doodle of hoax on the blackboard, everything feels wrong. The classmates are still the usual classmates, and the teacher is still the usual teacher, but their voices and appearances make him feel an inexplicable strangeness. It seems that he has broken into another time and space, separated from others by a thin layer. , Invisible and intangible plastic film.

"Oh, that's it, then go to sleep." Dad turned a page of the magazine, "Dinner is ready, I'll ask Mom to wake you up." Perhaps, I am a little tired. I have been obsessed with junk novels and stayed up too much lately recently, so my head began to hallucinate. Zhang Simin nodded while speculating on the reason why he felt strange to this world, and walked through the living room to his room. Before entering the room, my head suddenly became dizzy.Zhang Simin hurriedly supported the door frame, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him nearly screamed out of shock.

I saw the originally warmly furnished room glowing with cold tones.But it was around five o'clock in the afternoon, and the fiery red sunset should have shot into the room through the window, but the walls of the whole room were bleeding like blood.Outside the window, there is only darkness like a black hole, and there is nothing to see. Zhang Simin rubbed his eyes quickly, his calf was so frightened that his calf became weak, and his whole body lost strength.How is this going?Is there something wrong with the eyes, or damage to the cerebral cortex?Why is the illusion in front of me so clear and real?In the room, on his desk and bed, there are round objects that reflect the light of blood.

When he took a closer look, it turned out to be human cheekbones!Skeletons piled up densely in the room one by one, terrifying to the extreme. The motionless skeletons seemed to sense his gaze, and they all turned their heads at the same time, looking at him silently. The empty eye sockets without eyeballs, the black hole with only a hole in the nose, and the ferocious upper and lower jawbones seemed to express some evil meaning to him. The breath in the room smelled strongly of blood, and the red light of blood seemed to be rippling on the pool of blood, shimmering, making one's scalp numb.

Zhang Simin finally couldn't bear it anymore, he yelled, and fled to the living room like a shit.When the setting sun passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, and the fiery red normal light shone on him, he still couldn't suppress his beating heart.But the warmth of the sun finally made him feel better, and his hands and feet were no longer cold. He breathed heavily the air in the living room. The father sitting on the sofa asked in surprise: "Simin, what's wrong with you?" "There are ghosts in my room!" Dad held the magazine in his hand, "How old are you, and you still believe in ghosts?" The superstition of ghosts and gods, your father and I have already awakened when I was six years old. I have already told you to watch less horror movies."

"But, there are really ghosts in my room, really!" Zhang Simin was still trembling all over, and he pointed in the direction of his room with trembling fingers. "How is it possible! This is a new house. Your parents have just bought it with more than ten years of savings. It is said that there are still 23 years to repay the loan. Such an expensive thing, even a real estate developer will reject it. The ghosts just ran in casually." The father muttered meaningless words that his son could not understand at all, and seemed very dissatisfied with his son's claim that there were ghosts in his house. He dropped the magazine, grabbed his son's collar, and walked towards the bedroom, "Let's go take a look and see what a ghost looks like." "No!" Zhang Simin struggled desperately, "What a ghost, let's move out quickly, we can live under the bridge tonight." "Please respect your father's hard work in the first ten years and the next twenty-three years." Dad dragged him to the bedroom without hesitation. The door of the room was open, and the setting sun shone through the window on the dark wooden floor.The curtains hanging on both sides of the window swayed slightly in the wind.The furniture in the house is simple and tidy. It can be seen that some thought has been spent on it. Even the books on the bookshelves are neatly arranged, which is extremely peaceful. "Look, where is the ghost? There really is a ghost, show it to me." Dad said proudly. Zhang Simin, who was covering his eyes with his hands vigorously, heard the words, and then carefully opened his ten fingers to make some small slits, and looked inside tremblingly and horrified.Suddenly, he let out a "huh". Sure enough, his bedroom returned to its original appearance.It doesn't look scary at all, it's warm and clean, even the green paint on the wall, which I have always criticized, looks so friendly. "Are you really too tired?" Zhang Simin muttered. "Look, horror novels are not allowed in the future, let alone horror movies." Dad knocked him on the head and judged: "Talk to me again and claim that there is a ghost in the house, be careful that I will beat you. It's not that you don't know how timid your mother is, you scared her, Unfortunately for poor father myself." "Know it." Zhang Simin touched the top of his aching head, feeling very depressed, "I have to do my homework, so hurry up and get out." He stood up and tried hard to push Dad into the corridor.But when he just stretched out his hand and hadn't touched Dad's arm, he froze. His heart, which had already calmed down, beat wildly again. There was a layer of goosebumps, and the chills stood up one by one in horror. "What's wrong with you?" Seeing his son staring at him with surprised and even frightening eyes, the father reached out to touch his forehead. Zhang Simin screamed in fright, as if his hands seemed to be covered with dirty things, he tried his best to avoid it, and even sat down on the ground. The father looked at his clean hands in doubt, then at his son who was lying on the ground and crawling away from him, puzzled, "What's wrong with you?" He walked over again, ready to check where his son was Something went wrong. "Don't come here!" Zhang Simin screamed louder, as if his father wanted to kill him, sharp as a pig, "Get out, get out!" Dad scratched his head, and finally gave up and walked forward . He blinked, ready to hand over his son's problems to his wife.As he left the room, he was at a loss and could only complain in a low voice: "Damn, boy, is it because of the rebellious disease that everyone is said to have in adolescence?" Does Zhang Simin suffer from rebellious disease? Don't talk about it, but the reason for his fear has other factors, because his father's appearance is clearly reflected on his retina. No!The father in my eyes is not the father in my memory at all.The person in front of me has a terrifying but familiar face—bald head, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, turned lips, and sparse buck teeth. look at him. From that day on, in Zhang Simin's eyes, his father's appearance became the graffiti of the old man originally drawn on the blackboard. It's been four days and he's on the verge of being driven insane. On the fifth night, Zhang Simin tossed and turned, unable to sleep.He got up with his head tilted, barefoot, opened the door silently and walked into the kitchen.He opened the cabinet and pulled out a bone-cutting knife from the kitchen knife rack.His eyes were cold, and there was no expression on his face. Gently coming to his parents' bedroom, he knocked on the door. "Who?" Dad's voice sounded. "I." Zhang Simin replied that there was no emotion in his voice at all. "Nonsense, I know it's you, and there are only three people in the family." The sound of dad getting out of bed and putting on slippers came from the room, "Why, do you want to discuss life with your dad? Speaking of which, you guys have been in a weird mood these days, have you been dumped by your girlfriend!" Dad opened the door. He opened the door, but saw his son standing at the door with a kitchen knife in his hand.The knife in his son's hand was shining brightly, reflecting the lights in the house, making him look extremely gloomy, and his head didn't react for a while. Before it was too late, the son had already raised the knife in his hand and slashed at his father fiercely.Zhang Simin was well-developed, only half a head shorter than his father, so when he cut it down, he hit his father's neck. The father's eyes widened, and he covered his neck with his hands in disbelief. Fresh blood gushed out from the gap that could not be blocked by his fingers, and sprayed his son's face. The old mother lying on the bed didn't understand what was going on in front of her eyes. Her mind went blank. Even when she saw her husband being killed by her son, she was just in a daze. After tens of seconds, she screamed. After Zhang Simin cut his father down to the ground, he cursed and sat on the gradually cooling body in disbelief, and slashed dozens of knives as if venting his anger again. He kept muttering: "Damn old man, bring my dad back! Give my dad back!" The corpse was lying quietly on the floor, and his mother was still screaming. Zhang Simin Something seemed to have been stripped from his head, and he felt a little calmer.Looking at the blood on his hands and the blood-stained kitchen knife, he subconsciously took a few steps back. In the fallen corpse, the father's face was clearly reflected in the retina, and the expression on his dying face was full of surprise and astonishment.That face, where is the shadow of a disgusting old man!I killed myself, killed my father... how could this happen!Zhang Simin screamed, and he hugged his head vigorously, at a loss. "Dad, Dad!" He crawled over and hugged the cold corpse fiercely with trembling hands.Dad's eyes were wide open, and under the light, his pupils dilated by death clearly reflected his sad appearance. No!wrong!Zhang Simin's nerves, which had already become very fragile, were taken aback again. He threw his father's head away and curled up in the corner. He, the face he saw from his father's pupils, didn't seem to be himself. He raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the mirror of the dressing table opposite. In the mirror, a strange person was crying.He was covered in blood, and a bloody kitchen knife was thrown away not far away. The person curled up in the sincerity group was looking into the mirror. He had an old face, bald, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, turned lips, sparse buck teeth, and resentful eyes. Is that yourself?How did you become like that?Zhang Simin was in despair. At this moment, his strange and terrifying face was crying and grinning, revealing a creepy and strange smile...