Chapter 2 Chapter One

The lake is blue and calm. It was a small lake. It was in a hilly area. The hills were bare and ugly, so it set off the beauty of the lake. One side of the lake was full of duckweed. On a few large duckweeds, there were several The little frog that just took off its long tail is jumping around. There were many people by the lake. It was a holiday. Some people had a picnic by the lake, and some played by the lake. A young teacher took a dozen students on a field trip. Eleven or twelve-year-old children, almost without exception, like to catch some small creatures and raise them. The dozen or so students led by the young teacher are all of this age, and they stepped into the lake one after another. He also came to the waist-deep depth of the lake, bent over, and touched the fish in the lake mud.

They laughed and splashed water on each other, some caught frogs, and some caught tadpoles. One of the students was the most courageous. He kept walking forward. When the lake water reached his chest, he suddenly slipped and his whole body sank. He immediately yelled loudly, he yelled twice, and his whole body sank into the water! Everyone by the lake panicked, and the young teacher jumped into the lake quickly. He was an expert swimmer, swam to the place where the child had an accident, dived into the water, and rescued the child. The child had already filled the lake, and after being rescued to the shore, after a while of artificial respiration, he spit out the water and woke up.

The trip was of course suspended, someone lent a vehicle, and the teacher took the student to the hospital. After a doctor's examination in the hospital, he thought that the child was fine except for being frightened, so the teacher accompanied the child back home. That was a week ago. The young teacher, sitting opposite me now, told me what happened that day, and I listened patiently. In fact, my heart is already very impatient. I don't know that teacher, but the reason why he was able to see me was because of a phone call from Xiao Guo. Xiao Guo told me on the phone that there was a person who had an almost unbelievable story. To tell me, he asked me if I was interested.

If there were any really outrageous stories, I'd be interested to hear them, and I hope they're as ridiculous as possible. So, the young teacher came. He first introduced himself. He is 24 years old, his name is Jiang Jian, and his occupation is a teacher. When I saw him for the first time, I saw an indescribable worry on his face, and thought that I must be hearing a very weird story. However, after speaking for half an hour, he only talked about how he rescued a student who had an accident in the small lake. It wasn't really a wild story, and it wasn't even a story. It's just a very common thing. If it ends in the fact that the child dies, it may still cause the listeners to be stunned, but it's not a big news. You can often see it in newspapers.

As he said that, he also looked at me, as if eagerly hoping for a warm reaction from me.But I have been honest and blunt, yawning again and again.After he said a paragraph, I yawned again: "That's good, you saved him!" This was purely a polite perfunctory remark, and he also seemed to see that I didn't have much interest in his narration, so he hurriedly said: "But, a strange thing happened." I barely held back a yawn: "Please tell me." He straightened his body: "After I rescued Wang Zhenyuan—that's the student's name—everything was fine, but, but—"

I lazily said: "You should be talking about strange things." "Yes! Yes!" The young teacher was somewhat embarrassed by my impolite urging, he repeatedly agreed, and then said: "During the past few days, I found that Wang Zhenyuan has changed." "Changed?" I was more or less interested, "How has it changed?" "He has become, alas, I can't tell, but I am his teacher, I have taught him for three years, I can feel his change, I feel like he is not like Wang Zhenyuan." I frowned because I really didn't understand what he was talking about.

But he suddenly raised his voice.He suddenly raised his voice, which means that what he said was plucked up his courage, and he said, "Mr. Wei, do you believe in such things as returning the soul from a dead body?" I stayed for a while, and at that moment, I almost burst out laughing! (According to 1986, Wesley's knowledge is constantly improving. Twenty years ago, he would laugh when he heard about resurrection, but now he can't laugh when he hears it. And he can be sure that such a thing really happened.) But I didn't laugh, because I thought, just now I thought everything Jiang Jian said was too boring. Now, he suddenly mentioned the thrilling, mysterious and weird things like "resurrecting the dead". It should be a welcome, how can you laugh at him?

However, I still have to use a lot of strength to keep myself from laughing out loud. Because, in any case, such a thing as "resurrecting a dead body" is always a funny thing when it is said with such a solemn attitude through the mouth of a young teacher. I took a slow breath: "Of course I've heard of it. There are such legends in all countries in the world, but most of them happened a long time ago. You mean, your student──" When I got to this point, I paused for a while, and Jiang Jian couldn't wait to say: "Yes, Wang Zhenyuan, he is no longer Wang Zhenyuan, I mean, he was already dead when I rescued him from the lake. But the one I saved was another person, even though that person was Wang Zhenyuan."

He spoke very confusedly, but I listened attentively. This is indeed a very messy matter, and it is impossible to use normal language to explain it clearly. I thought for a while, and then said: "I see, you saved Wang Zhenyuan, but he has become another person, and another person's soul has entered his body, don't you?" Want to say that?" "you could say so!" "Please answer me definitely!" I also raised my voice. Jiang Jian sighed: "I'm really not sure!" I was a little angry: "That's so hard to be sure, if someone else's soul enters his body, then he won't think he is Wang Zhenyuan, he will speak the words of another person, and he will completely become another person." Alone, isn't it like this now?"

Jiang Jian shook his head: "No!" Returning the soul from a dead body was proposed by Jiang Jian, and if there is such a thing as returning the soul from a dead body, then the situation should be as I said.Although, I have never seen such a thing as resurrection from a dead body (who has seen it?), but all the legendary resurrection from a dead body is like that, but Jiang Jian said no! I widened my eyes and fixed my gaze on him. He scratched his head: "Mr. Wei, please think about it for me, what should I say... um... I should say, he suddenly became himself, suddenly no."

"What's the meaning?" "I... Let me give you an example. I asked him to recite a passage in Chinese class that day. He was memorizing a few sentences, but suddenly he started speaking in another voice." When I heard this, I couldn't help feeling my hairs standing on end and my whole body feeling cold. That was indeed a terrible thing! I hurriedly asked, "What did he say?" "I don't know," Jiang Jian hurriedly explained, "I mean, I can't understand what he's talking about. His voice is very loud, as if he's arguing with someone, and what he's talking about is something I can't understand. Dialect, one of my students is from Hunan, and according to him, it’s the dialect of Hunan, and he only heard his grandfather say that.” I stayed for a long while before I said, "Is there a second example?" "Yes, when he was dictating in English, he suddenly wrote extremely fluent English. Mr. Wei, I brought his exercise book, please take a look." Jiang Jian took out an exercise book that was rolled up into one volume, and I couldn't wait to take it.Flip page by page. The first and second pages are full of very childish handwriting, but on the third page, there are five lines, but they are extremely fluent and familiar English characters. If you are not a person who often writes English, it is definitely difficult to write so well. English words. And after the five lines of characters, it was a very childish handwriting. I looked at it for a while, and I was sure that although the characters between the two were different, the same pen and ink were used. I raised my head: "Maybe they wrote it for him." Jiang Jian shook his head: "Impossible, English dictation was done in the classroom, and I didn't notice it at the time. When I went to change the book at home, I realized that these few lines of text were exactly what I read at that time. Ghostwriter, ghostwriter, how can I know what I will read?" Jiang Jian's words are very reasonable, and it can be said that it is not true if someone wrote it for him. I stayed for a while longer: "Did you ask Wang... Wang Zhenyuan?" "I asked him, I asked him what happened to these few lines, but he couldn't answer." "What else is weird?" I asked again. "Not in school, but I interviewed his parents. His mother said that once, in the middle of the night, Wang Zhenyuan suddenly yelled, and they couldn't understand what he said. But they thought Wang Zhenyuan was talking in his sleep. So I never paid attention to it, and one more time──” Jiang Jian's complexion changed when he said this. I hurriedly said, "How is it?" Jiang Jiandao: "Another time, when he was eating, he suddenly became very interested in a plate of preserved eggs, and ate the whole plate. Before that, he never ate it. And the most recent time, he suddenly flipped through his I read it with gusto from a book of notes from the Qing Dynasty on my father's bookshelf." Seeing that I was silent, Jiang Jian said again: "This is some information I have obtained so far." I frowned: "This thing is really strange. After a person is frightened, he will be different from before, but it will never be so different that he will suddenly speak a different language and write another word." "What's the reason? Mr. Wei, do you have an answer?" I stayed for a while, and then said: "No, at least I have to get to know that kid first." I stood up: "Okay, let's go now." Jiang Jian's story is indeed absurd enough. Judging from his narrative, the term "returning the soul from a dead body" is obviously inappropriate, because Wang Zhenyuan himself still exists, but it is just another "soul" (assuming has a soul), appearing on his body at any time. What should it be called?It seems that it should be called "ghost upper body", as some psychics claim to be able to do. Naturally, it is useless to speculate now, I have to meet Wang Zhenyuan first. Half an hour later, we were already at Wang Zhenyuan's home. Wang Zhenyuan's family is a typical well-to-do family. They live in a unit in a building. His father has a regular job and a fairly good income. His mother is a very kind middle-aged woman. Wang Zhenyuan is their only son. When we went, Wang Zhenyuan's mother was playing cards with three other wives. Seeing Jiang Jian, Mrs. Wang stood up and said politely, "Teacher Jiang." Jiang Jian hurriedly said, "Where is Zhenyuan?" "He's in the room, doing his homework. This is..." Mrs. Wang looked at me. "I'm Teacher Jiang's colleague." I lied. "You two, please go to his room." Mrs. Wang opened the door for us. When the door opened, the three of us were all stunned. I saw a very thin child, lying on a table, concentrating on one thing. He was reading a book, which was very thick and large, and it was an Encyclopedia Britannica. It is not impossible for children of that age to read the Encyclopedia Britannica, but it is enough to make us stay for a while! Mrs. Wang said: "This child has been working hard recently!" She raised her voice and called, "Zhenyuan, Teacher Jiang is here!" She yelled twice before the child suddenly turned his head. At that time, I had already come to his desk, and I was even more surprised when I got to his desk. Because I found that what he was reading was the part about law in the Encyclopedia Britannica. An eleven-year-old child shouldn't be interested in that part, but Wang Zhenyuan was obviously watching it very carefully, because he specially added a red line under one of the sections, and in his hand, he was also holding holding a red pen. To be honest, I may not understand the series of legal terms in English, but when Wang Zhenyuan was so surprised that I couldn't speak, Wang Zhenyuan had already stood up and shouted: "Mr. Jiang!" Jiang Jian nodded: "You just sit down, how do you feel recently, you might as well tell the teacher honestly." Wang Zhenyuan's eyes widened, apparently not knowing what to say.I winked at Jiang Jian: "Student Wang, are you very interested in legal issues?" At this time, I have seen clearly that the paragraph Wang Zhenyuan underlined with a red pen is a problem in explaining the evidence of the murder case. Wang Zhenyuan's eyes widened, looking at his situation, it seemed that he didn't know what to do with my question. I pointed to the book again: "Is this the book you were reading just now?" Wang Zhenyuan shook his head: "No, this is Dad's book." I pointed to the red pen in his hand again: "But you are watching, and you are still drawing lines with the red pen!" Wang Zhenyuan shook his head, as if he had no idea what he had done. Mrs. Wang said from the side: "This kid has been reading his father's books for the past few days, and asked him what he was reading, but he didn't make a sound." I smiled at Mrs. Wang: "Young people have a strong thirst for knowledge. Mrs. Wang, just go and play cards by yourself. Don't keep those three wives waiting." Mrs. Wang wanted to quit a long time ago, so when I said it, she hurriedly said: "Teachers, please sit down wherever you want!" As she spoke, she walked out. I closed the door and looked directly at Wang Zhenyuan: "When you fell into the water that day, how did you feel?" After Wang Zhenyuan heard my words, a strange expression appeared on his face. Wang Zhenyuan didn't answer my question immediately, so I asked him the same question again, what I asked was how he felt when he fell into the water. That's when the weirdest thing happened! When I asked Wang Zhenyuan like that for the second time, Wang Zhenyuan's voice suddenly became very harsh, and his voice also became quite loud. He said: "I thought at the time, it was not an accident, it was murder!" What made me feel cold all over was that the words he said and the language he used were the mountain dialects in western Hunan. If I hadn't studied the dialects of various places, I might not have understood them! Jiang Jian's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, "What did he say? What did he just say?" I couldn't make a sound for a while, because I was really terrified in my heart. I just stared fixedly at Wang Zhenyuan, looking at Wang Zhenyuan's appearance, at that moment, he was full of resentment, the muscles on his face were constantly twitching, and his eyes shot out a light of extreme hatred. Jiang Jian was also stunned by Wang Zhenyuan's expression. He didn't ask any more questions, but just stared at Wang Zhenyuan like me. Just when Jiang Jian and I were stunned, Wang Zhenyuan suddenly used the same dialect and cursed an extremely ugly sentence, which cannot be expressed in words. Then, the situation changed. I saw the expression on Wang Zhenyuan's face suddenly changed, he became like a normal child, with respect for his teacher. Jiang Jian wanted to say something, but before he could speak, I made a gesture to him to keep him quiet, and I asked, "What did you just say?" Wang Zhenyuan was stunned: "Me? I didn't say anything!" I asked in that mountain dialect, "What do you mean by saying that it was murder, not an accident?" I spoke this kind of dialect very bluntly. If Wang Zhenyuan could speak that kind of dialect, then he must understand what I was talking about, but he just blinked and looked at me with a completely inexplicable expression. I didn't ask further, because Wang Zhenyuan obviously couldn't understand what I said, but he clearly spoke that language just now! I stayed for a long time, and gave Jiang Jian a wink: "Mr. Jiang, we should go!" Jiang Jian looked shocked, but he didn't object to my proposal. We stood up together, and Wang Zhenyuan politely sent us out , Mrs. Wang bowed at the poker table. When we came to the street, Jiang Jian couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?" I frowned: "It's unbelievable, it's like another person's soul entered his body, and he had seizures from time to time. At that time, Wang Zhenyuan became another person! Teacher Jiang, do you believe in souls?" Jiang Jian was stunned for a while, it was naturally a very difficult task, but Jiang Jianli asked me back: "Did you see what happened just now?" I lowered my head and walked forward. Jiang Jian followed me. I said, "Just now he said in a very remote dialect that he fell into the water. It was not an accident, but a murder!" Jiang Jian was stunned for a moment: "Who would murder him? It was purely an accident, I witnessed it with my own eyes!" I shook my head: "I think the accident that Wang Zhenyuan said in that language refers to another person. In this lake, another person must have drowned." Jiang Jian stood still: "You mean, there was a person who was murdered and died in the lake, and when Wang Zhenyuan fell into the lake..." I said, "That's what I imagined." Jiang Jian laughed, and he laughed very strangely: "Your imagination... Please forgive me, it is too similar to the story in the strange case of Baogong, such as the story of Wupenji." I also laughed helplessly: "What other explanation do you have?"