Chapter 265 Chapter Thirty-One

At first I thought it was my own auditory hallucination, and I didn't pay attention to the voice in my ear.At that time, my ears often made a "buzzing" sound.Later, when I communicated with my classmates, I realized that this is called tinnitus.But at that time, my tinnitus occurred very frequently, accompanied by relatively obvious auditory hallucinations. For example, when I was lying on the bed alone, I often heard many familiar and unfamiliar voices whispering or talking loudly in my ears.It was as if I were standing in the middle of a very busy and noisy street.Some people came over and said something, and before I could understand what it meant, that person walked away; others came over and said something that I couldn't figure out, and then left too.What's even more strange is that sometimes the voice is very familiar, it is the voice of father or mother or grandpa or uncle, but it quickly passes by the ear like the wind.

Sometimes I cover the quilt and block my ears, trying to cut off the transmission of sounds, but those sounds seem to grow in my ears, and no matter how tightly I cover them, it doesn't work at all.Later, I even got used to falling asleep listening to these whispers.I don't know if this is just my feeling, or if all or some people have this experience. My mother always said that most of my blood is from the Ma family, and only a small part is from my father's family.Then I wondered if most of my blood came from my grandfather, from my grandpa.So, does grandpa also often have this kind of tinnitus or auditory hallucinations?Did grandpa feel the same way?Perhaps, they are the source of my blood, will it be more serious than my tinnitus and auditory hallucinations?

I lay my head on the pillow, thinking about these messy things, letting sleep invade. "Squeak creak --" a sharp mouse cry suddenly dispelled my deep drowsiness, as if my drowsiness was nothing more than smoke, easily blown away by the mouse in one breath. Although I was awakened by the sound of the mouse, I still didn't want to get up and lay on the bed in the original position.The faint sound of flute, trumpet and gong still lingers in my ears.They cannot quarrel me.Today I worked with my grandfather in Wentian Village for half the night, and I still feel sleepy. The snoring of the grandpa next door is still accompanied by this moonlit night.

Suddenly, with a "pop", something fell from the beam and fell to the ground very hard.Then, that "cheep cheep" mouse cry became weaker. At this time, I couldn't help it.Although I think it may still be an auditory hallucination, it is inevitable to get up and take a look.I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything clearly.It was pitch black in front of his eyes, just like the state of chaos before Pangu split the sky and smashed the earth. I felt for the lamp on the bedside table and struck a match.But I put a burning match on the wick, and the lamp didn't light up.

It may be that the lamp has replaced a new wick, and it has not absorbed enough kerosene for a while.I picked up the lamp and shook it gently, then struck a match. But the lamp still couldn't light up. I thought to myself, let's just look at it with the light of a match.So, I lit the third match, and bent over to explore where the sound came from. In the flickering match light, I saw a mouse lying in a pool of blood.Its two hind legs appeared to be paralyzed, and its two front legs were still struggling. The match went out.I scratched another one. I saw its two front legs shaking, as if two rubber bands were stretched and then someone flicked them.Soon, before the match in my hand went out, its front legs couldn't support it anymore. First, the left leg bent a little, then the right leg bent a little, and then the two legs knelt down and couldn't get up again. .

I felt a burning pain in my fingers.I quickly threw the match head and lit a new one.I feel like a benevolent god looking at the people on the ground, and I am watching its death process at this time.Thinking about it this way, I felt like there was something looking at me from behind! Suddenly, a layer of goose bumps appeared on my body. The mouse's "creak creak" sound finally became weak and gradually disappeared.Before dying, it tried to turn its head upwards, as if it wanted to say goodbye to its friends on the beam. At that time, I just thought that its dying posture seemed to be saying goodbye to its friends on the beam. I never thought that there were friends on the beam, let alone so many friends on the beam who saw its death!

Just like when someone looks back or looks sideways at something, the people around him will also look in his direction.I saw the mouse on the ground twist its head on the beam, so I lit another match and lifted it above the head to shine on the beam. This photo doesn't matter, it really shocked me! I saw many mouse eyes with blue light!On the thickest beam in the middle, countless mice gathered!They almost crowded the beam, and the mouse's eyes seemed to be dotted with countless small night pearls!The highest density is naturally directly above the beams, but there are also mice hanging upside down below the beams!

I was so scared that I almost dropped the burning match on the bedding. How is this going?A big question mark immediately popped up in my head. The mice saw me looking up at them, and immediately ran to both ends of the beam.The paws of countless mice grabbed the beams, making harsh scratching sounds. After a while, a large number of mice disappeared.There were many white scratches left on the originally pitch-black beams.That should be the work of the mice's paws.The sound of the flute, the trumpet, and the gong also disappeared in the ears. It is impossible for me to climb up the beams to chase them, so I can only stare at the many scratched beams in a daze for a while.That question is still repeatedly asked in my heart: What's wrong?

Grandpa's snoring continued slowly and steadily next door, and I didn't want to disturb him after a busy day.Besides, grandpa's backlash is very strong, so he needs enough rest. I struck another match and took a look at the ground to confirm that the situation just now was not a fantasy.There are so many auditory hallucinations that I can't even believe my own eyes. The rat that fell to death is still there.I don't know if it's because the mouse's soul is gone. When the match light shines on it, its eyes don't reflect the blue light like those mice just now.