Requiem Chapter 36: The First Appearance of the Wraith
In the personnel department of the funeral home, Ma Gobi's face was livid. He held the wall with one hand and held a flashlight with the other, and walked into the bathroom in three steps.
He didn't know if it was because he had an upset stomach from the outing two days ago or because he caught a cold, but since the second half of the night, his stomach had been aching, as if it was being cut by a knife.
This was the sixth time he had to go to the toilet.
After finally sitting on the toilet, Ma Gobi cried out and found that his stomach was still hurting. Although the pain was not so severe, he decided to sit for a while longer. There were no newspapers or books in the bathroom. After a moment of silence, he stopped staring at the dripping shower head and began to look at the tiles under his feet. It was strange. Since he walked into this bathroom, he had an indescribable feeling that had been bothering him. This feeling was like a piece of chewing gum that could not be shaken off, sticking to the back of his head. At this time, when he was about to finish his urgent work, this feeling came up again.
Ma Gobi had had this feeling before. It was an experience of walking alone at night. Although the time was not very long, the dark streets, the shadowy shadows of the trees, and the sound of his own footsteps echoing in his ears made him unforgettable. It felt like... like someone was following him, looking at him coldly. If he stopped, that person would get close to him and strangle him. This feeling accompanied him all the way until he walked into the corridor of his own house and the voice-activated lights came on. It was not until he was relieved that the feeling was alleviated. However, in the middle of winter, it still made him break out in a cold sweat. To be honest, that feeling was really bad.
But now the feeling seemed to be back, even more severe and unbridled. The cold gaze and even the unusual panting sound lingered around him. This made him a little flustered, and he turned back to look for toilet paper, but he couldn't find it. He cursed, but what responded to him was a very light, puffy laugh.
Ma Gobi thought of the time when he usually listened to music with headphones. His extremely sharp hearing, which he was proud of, could easily catch even the faintest harmony in the headphones. The laughter that sounded at this time did not escape his ears either - there was no mistake!
Moreover, that laughter was not like the usual laughter that had a certain direction. This laughter was like the sound from high-fidelity headphones, coming from all directions, making it impossible for him to tell where the laughter was coming from.
An unprecedented cold feeling immediately spread from the top of his head to his body, making Ma Gobi feel that every hair on his head stood up, and a strong tremor made him break out in a cold sweat. He didn't care that there was no toilet paper, he pulled a disposable towel and quickly cleaned up, then stood up and walked to the door.
But the door wouldn't open.
The bathroom door opens inwards, and there is only a locking device inside the door. If you want to lock the door, you must use a key from the outside. Besides, this is a funeral home, and no one would lock themselves in the bathroom early in the morning as a prank. The lock must be broken.
Ma Gobi twisted the doorknob back and forth as if in disbelief, making the door bang. But the damn door wouldn't open. Maybe it was against him, the lock broke at this time. He wanted to kick the door open, but it was probably impossible to kick a door that opened inwards.
Suddenly, Ma Gobi felt a cool breeze at the base of his neck, which made him feel itchy, as if someone was eating a popsicle and blowing air at him. The airflow was not strong, but the cold temperature still cooled his sweaty body. There was no one else in the bathroom, so where did the airflow come from? There was indeed a ventilation fan in this small room, but it had been damaged because it had not been used for a long time, and Ma Gobi had not felt any wind flowing at all after staying here for so long. In other words, the cool air could not have been caused by any other reason except people.
Ma Gobi didn't dare to look back for a moment. Beads of sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.
It was so quiet all around that Magobi could only hear his own heavy breathing. He took a deep breath, held his breath, and listened to the movements behind him. There was no sound. There was absolutely no way there was someone else here and he didn't know about it. But the breath just now was too real, and it was definitely not his hallucination.
Ma Gobi gathered up his courage and slowly turned around. There was no one in the bathroom except him. Although the light was dim, it was exactly the same as when he came in. But something was wrong. In addition to the laughter and the airflow, he still felt uncomfortable all over. Ma Gobi felt his heart beating very hard, his eardrums were throbbing, and he felt a little dizzy. These uncomfortable feelings made the word "ghost" suddenly pop up in his mind.
He didn't know how long he had been in this room, but it felt like a long time. He felt as if he was isolated in this bathroom, like Robinson Crusoe on a desert island, left to fend for himself. Ma Gobi leaned against the door and noticed that the tiles under his feet were not square in shape, but were slowly changing from one of them. It seemed that the vertical joints of the tiles were bending, making that tile look round. The scope of the change gradually expanded, and Ma Gobi felt that the tiles under his feet and even on the wall were beginning to deform. The entire bathroom seemed to have no vertical lines, but had become a cave that was bending and collapsing. There seemed to be a pair of blue eyes in the cave, watching him from afar. These were not human eyes, with curved pupils like blades. Apart from the eyes, he could not see its face or hear its voice.
"Tick-tock", "tick-tock"...
A series of ethereal dripping sounds were heard.
As if he had received an order, he trembled and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket. He did not take out the cigarette, but lit the lighter.
His eyes stopped at the lighter, as if he saw the small flame of the lighter for the first time. Ah! The flame was warm and jumped, like a fluffy chick. He really wanted to touch it.
Ma Gobi stretched out his finger to touch the flame. Now he had no feeling at all. He watched the flames slowly spread all over his body. He, wearing long clothes and long pants, had turned into a burning man. In the bright firelight, he heard his own sighs, as if his soul was leaving this body. He also heard a series of happy laughter. This time he recognized that it was a woman's laughter...
In the morning, Yin Hun, who was sleeping in a big letter shape on the bed, was dragged out of the bed by Tang Yan's ears. It seemed that after two days of relaxation, he forgot that he had to go to work today. After a quick wash, their stomachs were empty. They found a small stall and ordered two baskets of steamed dumplings. Yin Hun bought a bottle of Nutri-Express, while Tang Yan drank a bowl of tofu brain.
"Boss, boss, what are you two still doing here?" At this time, a sharp female voice came from behind. Yin Hun turned around and saw that it was Shen Feifei who had just passed the interview.
I didn't expect that this little girl also lived nearby.
"Shen Feifei, have you eaten? Let's eat together!" Thinking that they would be colleagues in the future, Yin Hun greeted Shen Feifei warmly.
Tang Yan just looked unhappy and muttered quietly: "A typical pervert."
"Stop eating, something happened at the funeral home."
When they heard the word "funeral home", the stall owner and the customers were all stunned and looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman in disbelief.
I guess none of them would have thought that someone with the temperament and dress of a white-collar worker could do that kind of thing.
There was even a girl who was dressed too fashionably and secretly spat out the porridge she had just eaten, paid the bill and ran away.
The rest of the people looked at each other and found excuses to leave.
Obviously, they didn't want to stay with Yin Hui and the others. In their impression, contact with the dead would inevitably bring with it the smell of the dead and a strong bad luck.
This will inevitably affect your fortune, luck, and romantic luck.
The stall owner's eyebrows were furrowed so much that two oil bottles could be hung on them. He wanted to chase the two people away, but he couldn't bring himself to show his shame, so he could only stare at them anxiously.
