C99 (1/2)

As I gradually regained consciousness, I vaguely felt that I was floating like a feather, drifting away with the wind.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, I found that there were lights under my feet. The buildings were all densely packed and drowsy under the darkness and light.

I was stunned for a moment before recovering from my shock.

I'm really floating!

A gust of cold wind made me go faster. I looked down and saw that it was Nanting Village. In the south pavilion late at night, there were groups of people walking on the street. The lights were flickering, like candles exposed to the wind. Wherever the cold wind passed, the trash on the street were like a ball that had been kicked by someone. They slowly rolled forward, leaving the desolate scene of the streets late at night.

As the wind died down, I began to descend.

As I got closer and closer to the ground, just as I was about to land on the top of a tall building, I suddenly changed my direction. I passed through the tall building and continued to descend, landing on a dark alley.

The alley was damp and the concrete floor was soaked in the sewage. The stench of the sewage filled the air.

This alley looked familiar, could it be …

That's right, this alley was the one that led to the grandma's house!

Surprised, I raised my head to look forward, only to discover that there was a figure standing in front of me. The night was too dark, and the shadows were obscured by the hands of the night.

I looked at the motionless figure, my curiosity like the engine of a car, driving my legs slowly forward.

I sensed something strange, but I kept going anyway.

The figure remained motionless.

Very quickly, I walked up to the figure and found that the person had his back facing me. His clothes were tattered and smelly, as if he had just been picked up from a garbage dump and put on. Not only that, I noticed that he was soaked all over, even his hair was wet.

The water slowly flowed down his body and mixed with the sewage on the ground. At that moment, I realized that the water flowing down his body was exactly the same as the sewage on the ground.

Why was this person standing here so late? Why was he drenched? Who was he?

With a lot of questions, I slowly reached out my hand and placed it on his shoulder. I was just about to pat him on the shoulder, but before I could pat him on the shoulder, he slowly turned his head around.

I looked at him and was immediately stunned.

His face was covered in dirty water. The dirty water was like sweat coming out of his face. It kept dripping down his face and his chin kept dripping onto the ground. ”Drip, drip …” The sound of water dripping on the ground drilled into my ears, and his face, creased like a kneaded sheet of paper, came into my line of sight with a strange smile.

This was an old man, an old man with a strange atmosphere.

I was just about to say good evening to him, but in the blink of an eye, the old man is gone. Looking at the ground, the dirty water on it is still trembling slightly …

Looking at the slightly swaying ripples, only then did I realize that I had seen a ghost.

Strangely enough, I wasn't afraid. I really don't feel scared at all. I'm just curious about how I met such an old man.

This curiosity is like a strong wine that has been fermented for many years. It is extremely strong, and the current me is like an alcoholic. I was completely unable to withstand the temptation of this strong smell. Thus, I continued walking forward.

In front of them was the old granny's home.

There were no more lights here. Under the dim moonlight, there were countless pieces of dark paper caught up by the cold wind. The paper made rustling noises, like the frightened sounds of birds being chased by hunters.

The door to the first floor was left wide open.

Without thinking, I went in and up to the second floor.

On the second floor of the old granny's house, the door was tightly shut. There were no lights inside, but my intuition told me that there was someone inside. I had to knock on the door, and then the door would open.

This kind of intuition was like a conditioned reflex. Before the person's mind could think, the movement had already begun.

I reached out my hand and knocked on the door.

”Duk Duk Duk …”

The door opened with a creak.

In the living room, Arlin and his wife, Soo Ju, were sitting at the guest table. All kinds of dishes were placed on the guest's table. I glanced at them and saw that they were the same dishes they used to entertain me and Bai Nuxin with, the pink meat, the green meat... It was exactly the same. Even when the meat was piled up in the plate, it did not change.

I looked around again and saw that I couldn't see the old lady.

At that moment, Arlin's face lit up when he saw me outside the door. He was about to speak, but then his mouth dropped open and his jaw dropped.

Arlin, however, didn't care. He picked up his chin, put it back on, and put one hand under his chin, saying, ”Kung Nan, you're here. Come and eat.”

His voice was a little harsh, probably because his jaw had fallen off. His chin was bleeding profusely, and the blood ran down to his hand, which was holding the chin, and then slowly down his arm to his elbow, and then onto the dish.

Looking at this scene, I didn't feel any fear. Instead, the curiosity in my heart became even stronger.

Why did Arlin's jaw drop?