Chapter 010
After the lights came on, I realized that the bag Ding Ding brought was very big and bulging. I didn't know what it was filled with. I hurriedly asked.
Ding Ding laughed, blinked his eyes, and said, "My luggage is in there. I'm going to live here permanently from today on."
I was stunned and said, "Are you kidding me? Not to mention whether I can afford to support you, I would not agree to be your ninth wife."
He said it was okay, my mother loved me the most, and after I pestered her for a long time, she finally asked your friend’s mother for your address and helped me find a car, otherwise I would not have been able to find where you lived.
I thought about her attitude towards me when we were at Mrs. Jiu's house, and felt that she would definitely not agree so easily. After all, Ding Ding was her only precious son, and she was probably afraid that he would melt if she held him in her hands.
Ding Ding also said, "But my mother asked me to come under certain conditions. If you attract a powerful guy, I will definitely not intervene to help you."
I laughed and thought that based on Tintin's personality, he would definitely agree verbally, but if he wanted to do something, Mrs. Jiu would definitely not be able to stop him.
I mean, you won't just ignore it, right?
Ding Ding gave me a blank look and said, "You're talking nonsense. If it really leads to some scary ghost thing, I will definitely run faster than you."
My smile froze and I resisted the urge to kick him out. I felt that having a free bodyguard like him, although he might not be able to help me much if something big really happened, would at least give me courage.
After thinking about it this way, I felt relieved , but I still suggested that we each pay for water, electricity and rent in half. Ding Ding nodded and said okay, and that I just had to take care of the food.
I thought I had made a profit, but later I found out that I had lost a lot. If my appetite is that of a pig, then Ding Ding's penis is that of a whale! It made me cry in a few days.
Of course, these are all things that happened later. I cleaned up the spare room for Ding Ding. The house I rented had two bedrooms and a living room, which was just enough for Ding Ding to move in.
My question now is how to face Brother Wang when I go to work tomorrow. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution, so I started to ask Ding Ding for his opinion.
He was taking out jars of various sizes from his bag and placing them neatly on the windowsill. I knew these things were used to catch ghosts, so I watched from a distance and didn't dare to touch them.
Ding Ding said, the matter you mentioned about Brother Wang is actually neither difficult nor easy.
I didn’t understand, so I asked, how do you say it?
He turned to me and asked, have you seen "The Sixth Sense"?
Seeing me shaking my head, he suddenly sighed like an old man and said, "Just like what was said in that movie, some people think he is still alive, but in fact he is already dead. Your colleague is in this situation now. I guess he still goes to get off work and comes home as usual every day to accompany his wife and children. He doesn't know that he is dead and no longer belongs to this world."
I laughed out loud, but in my heart I was thinking, what kind of stupid person or devil would do this?
Ding Ding put the jars in place and continued to explain that this situation is quite common. Sometimes death comes too suddenly and your brain hasn't reacted yet. It feels like you had a nightmare. You were scared in the dream, but when you wake up, you still do what you should do, thinking that you are still the same as before.
I wondered, could it be that he didn't notice something was wrong when he got home or went to work?
Ding Ding said that it was not that he did not notice, but that he could only see what he thought would happen in his mind. He might go home and sit in front of the unplugged TV, thinking that he was watching a happy show with his wife and children.
I summed it up in my mind and felt that this must be a kind of mental illness that only a ghost could have.
I asked Ding Ding, then what do you think I should do.
Ding Ding said, you can see him and he can see you, you have to make him realize that he is dead. Since he is dead, he should do what he should do and stop wandering around all day.
When I heard this, I thought it was quite simple. If I met Brother Wang again tomorrow, I would show him the news about his murder, and then the world would be peaceful.
I told Ding Ding this idea, he nodded with relief and said, then you just wait to die!
I cursed and said, "Didn't you ask me to tell him that he was dead?"
Ding Ding laughed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff, and said, I want you to find a way to make him realize this matter, instead of stimulating him to tell him the truth all at once. He died violently in the first place, although he hasn't shown it yet, but he still has resentment in his heart, and he will become a fierce ghost if he is not careful.
I shook my head and said that I didn't have the ability to do that, so forget it. At worst, I could just quit and never go to work again.
Ding Ding blew a puff of smoke at me and said, "How can you be so heartless? He is your colleague after all. You know each other. He is dead. You should help him if you can. I won't see him again in the future."
I thought so too. After all, when I first arrived at the company, I received a lot of help from Brother Wang. Although we were in different ages and couldn't get along well, I still owed him some favors.
I hesitated for a long time, made up my mind, gritted my teeth, and said, then you have to help me!
Ding Ding said, it depends on the situation, at worst you can just accompany him to be a ghost.
I wanted to slap him, thinking this kid is so damn bad at talking!
After I sorted out the matter, I looked at the time and it was already eleven o'clock. I really didn't get enough sleep these past two days and didn't have the energy to chat with Ding Ding. I said goodbye to him, put a stool behind the door so that others couldn't see that the door lock was broken, and went straight to my room to sleep.
I almost fell asleep as soon as I fell on the bed, but I was still groggy and kept feeling like someone was walking around me.
I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, but I could faintly hear a cry.
I was startled and quickly got up, only to find myself in my hometown, wearing mourning clothes, kneeling beside my mother's coffin!
I looked around in confusion and saw that many relatives and friends came to mourn, crying and making me sad.
Suddenly someone pulled me from behind, and when I turned around, it was Lin Tian.
His face was still gloomy, he looked at me straight and said, "Why are you kneeling like that? Your mother is not dead!"
I just felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen it.
Lin Tian helped me up, pointed at the coffin and said, "If you don't believe me, look."
The coffin still had no lid. I leaned over to look and suddenly saw someone standing opposite the coffin, in the same posture as me.
I panicked and looked up at the person, only to find it was my mother!
She was lying beside the coffin, looking at me with a smile on her face, but her expression was very strange, as if I was facing someone I had never seen before.
She stretched out her hand and gently pointed inside the coffin, motioning for me to look inside.
I hesitated for a while before slowly lowering my head, and my legs suddenly went weak!
The person lying in the coffin was me!
The skin has begun to rot, and you can even smell a foul odor!
I hurriedly asked Lin Tian what was going on?
Lin Tian was like my mother, laughing but not saying anything.
I was getting more and more frightened, and turned to look into the coffin. The more I looked at the person, the more he looked like me!
I couldn't figure it out, so I reached out to grab him, but his eyes suddenly opened, and there was no white in them, just bloodshot! He stared at me fiercely, and it felt like he was looking into a mirror.
Then, he suddenly raised his head and punched me hard in the face!
I couldn't dodge in time, my face hurt, and I fell to the ground, but suddenly I found that the scene around me had changed again.
I was still in the house, but the difference was that I was in Ding Ding's room now!
He shouted and asked what he was doing!
Only then did I realize that I had just been punched by Ding Ding. This guy was really merciless. I felt my face was crooked.
I stood up blankly and looked at the time. It was only three o'clock in the morning.
Ding Ding sat on the bed, staring at me with his eyes as big as a bullfrog.
I felt a little dizzy and didn't know what was going on, so I asked him what was wrong with me.
Ding Ding said, "How do I know you? You came to my room instead of sleeping, and even lay beside the bed staring at me. No ghost is as scary as you!"
I was groggy and sat down on a chair, thinking about what had just happened. But I couldn't remember how I got to Ding Ding's room.
All I remember is the uncovered coffin, Lin Tian, my mother, and my body...
I thought about it for a long time, and then I was shocked. This was almost the same as my dream yesterday! The only difference was that before, Lin Tian was holding a paper man, but now the paper man was gone, and the person lying in the coffin became me!
Ding Ding saw that I looked unwell, so he crawled over to me and asked me nervously, "Are you sleepwalking?"
I frowned and thought about it. This has never happened before.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Ding Ding nodded affirmatively and said that it was indeed the case.
I thought about it for a long time before asking in confusion, "Ding Ding, how do you explain people having the same dream over and over again?"
Ding Ding scratched his head, thought for a while, and said that it depends on what you dream about, there is a difference between good and bad.
I thought about it and told Tintin about the two dreams. After all, I am always on the alert and have to pay attention to any strange things.
Ding Ding was unusually silent after hearing this. The more he was like this, the more complicated it seemed to me. But since he didn't say anything, I could only worry about it!
He was silent for a long time, and then he said unconfidently that if you have the same dream again and again, and dream about the deceased, this situation is called a ghost omen! It is a sign from a ghost. There is a saying that the situation in the dream will eventually become a reality. However, many people think it is unreliable because it may be because you miss your mother too much.
I thought about it and felt that it was more likely to be unreliable. My mother was already dead, and there would be no funeral for her. Without a funeral, there would be no coffin. There was almost no possibility that this dream would become a reality, but even though I thought so, I couldn't let it go.
And from Ding Ding's tone, he seemed to think this statement was unreliable. We sat on each side, and all sleepiness disappeared.
The room was very quiet, and I couldn't stand this atmosphere. Just as I was about to start a conversation, Ding Ding suddenly asked, "When did you start attracting ghosts?"
