I originally said I would never think about these things again, but this thought spread uncontrollably in my heart. I hung up the phone in a hurry, pulled out Xiaorui's number again, and still turned off the phone. I sent a message to Dream Club.

Text message: "Why can I see that?"

No one replied to me, and my whole body was filled with a feeling of powerless exhaustion. Every time I decided to ignore these messy things, something would appear inexplicably to pull me back in, arousing my curiosity again.

It was as if someone was really watching me, and every time I was about to quit, he gave me a push forward and refused to let me stop.

If I really want to quit, what will happen? Such a thought suddenly appeared in my mind, but as soon as this thought occurred, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes behind me looking at me coldly. I suddenly

When I turned around, there was nothing behind me, just a white wall.

I was so familiar with this scene. I rushed out of the room, took out a big hammer and skewer from the utility room, and smashed it against the wall. The loud noise woke up my parents. They saw my

They looked so frightened that my mother came to hold my hand while crying. I had no time or mood to explain anything to them, so I simply said: "I'm not crazy, you go out first." Then I pushed them out of the room and left them alone.

They kept knocking on the door and ignored it.

I hit the wall hard, and the white paint on the wall fell off, and the gray cement blocks fell off, finally revealing the wall hidden inside. Then I saw something embedded in the wall, not two

Instead of the blue bricks in Liang's room, there was a small black coffin.

There was already a quarrel outside the door. If my father hadn't been in poor health, I'm afraid he would have knocked the door in. But I can't let them come in and see this now. The two old people will definitely be frightened.

He opened the door and said loudly: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Then, regardless of what they were saying outside, he found a skewer and laboriously pried off the small coffin embedded in the wall.

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I carefully opened the small coffin. Inside was a rectangular jade pendant with a peony flower carved on it, lifelike and as bright as blood.

The first time I saw the peonies on the jade pendant turning red was at Yiniang's place. It happened that Erliang had an accident at that time. The second time I saw the peonies turning red was on the ancestral jade pendant that my mother gave me. Of course now

It has returned to its original white color, but Erliang's piece is still red. If peonies turn red, someone will die, then this piece of jade pendant taken out from my wall predicts who will die? Or

, who has died?

I sat blankly, unable to make any sense. My parents banged the door loudly. I walked to the door and opened it a crack, saying, "You guys should go to bed quickly. I'm fine."

My mother wanted to say something else, but my father pulled her and said: "It's okay, then you should go to bed early." After closing the door, I heard my father whisper to my mother: "Maybe this child has been recently.

I’m too tired to write, I’ve heard that many writers are like this.”

I could hear the worry in my father's subsequent sigh. Maybe he was afraid that I would choose suicide like those writers. In an instant, there was a surge of heat in my heart. I opened the door, and the two old men were still at the door.

I said: "Dad, Mom, I will really be fine, you don't have to worry."

My mother turned around and touched my head and said: "Be good, it's okay. Then you can go to bed early." I nodded and closed the door again. How could I fall asleep at this time? I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about it.

, I squatted down and took out the fourth small black coffin from under the bed. Now I already have four jade pendants. No matter who this jade pendant predicts will die, at least I should be able to open this small coffin now and see what's inside.

What are you hiding? Then, it doesn’t matter what you are, or what red skirt or red peonies you have. I don’t care anymore. I write my novel, love my woman, and live my life. I don’t care about anything else.

I carefully placed the four jade pendants on the back of the fourth coffin, then pressed them with my hands and turned them gently. With a click, the cover of the coffin gently slid open. I held my breath.

There was still a piece of paper hidden inside. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and took out the piece of paper. I saw a line of familiar handwriting on it, and the same piece of paper in the first coffin that said "Xiao Rui, take him."

"Push it down" is written in exactly the same handwriting, and above it is a sentence that I am very familiar with: "There is no higher art than death, death is life."

This sentence is the mantra of a famous Japanese writer Koga Harue. The reason why I know this sentence is because I have read the works of another Japanese writer Kawabata Yasunari. Kawabata Yasunari once won the Nobel Prize for Literature. He once

He opposed suicide because "no matter how much he hates the world, suicide is a childish and unconscious behavior." But when it was his turn, he said calmly: "A silent death is an infinite life." In 1972

One day, he told his family, "I went for a walk." Later, his assistant found him in his writing apartment with a gas pipe in his mouth.

As for the reason for his suicide, a theory has been circulating in the Japanese literary world. It is said that shortly after another famous Japanese writer Mishima Yukio committed suicide, Kawabata went to the scene to see Mishima's separated body and listened to the police introduction.

The situation seemed to be very irritating at the time, and he said to another disciple Hisao Sawano: "I should be the one whose head was cut off." From then on, Kawabata's already weak body became weaker and weaker, and soon he died.

A suicide occurred.

Of course I don’t believe that the two Japanese have anything to do with me and Chu Jiangshan. Chu Jiangshan was still a little kid when they committed suicide, and I wasn’t born yet, so the meaning of this sentence in the coffin can only be in other words.

itself, regardless of who said it.

I have a headache. The meaning of this sentence is easy to understand. The problem is that I can't see what nonsense this has to do with Chu Jiangshan's success. I am reminded of another sentence by Mishima Yukio: "But

The desire of my heart is night, blood and death."

I threw the paper on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and thought about these two sentences silently in my heart. In a daze, my chest seemed to be pressed by something, and I gradually became unable to breathe. I am no stranger to this phenomenon.

, Chinese medicine calls it a nightmare, Western medicine calls it sleep paralysis, and the folk version is more terrifying, telling ghosts to press on the bed or on the body. People will feel that their brains are awake but their bodies cannot move. In fact, this is a normal phenomenon, almost

Everyone will encounter it several times in their life, and there are many causes, so I was not nervous and breathed slowly. Sure enough, after a while, my hands and feet gradually regained consciousness, and my eyelids moved a few times, but the pressure on my chest became more and more intense.

It was getting heavier and heavier, and I even thought I would be crushed to death if it continued like this.

I finally regained my strength. The first thing I did was to open my eyes. In front of me was a huge curtain. There was a person standing in the air behind the curtain. A pair of women's feet were exposed under the curtain, wearing a pair of red leather shoes.

, this pair of leather shoes is stepping on my chest now.

This is the second time I have seen curtains appearing out of thin air in my room. I know that some people will have many hallucinations when they encounter the so-called ghost on the bed phenomenon, but I am sober now and I know this is not an hallucination.

I really saw a huge curtain, and a woman stood behind the curtain. I heard my teeth rattling, and I was so scared that I couldn't move.

The pair of red high-heeled leather shoes on my chest were like huge rocks, seeming to squeeze out the last breath of air from my chest. It became more and more difficult for me to take a breath. I didn't know where I got the strength, and I suddenly sat up.

I opened the curtains, opened my eyes wide, and saw a person hanging from the ceiling.

No, this is not a person, this is a doll! It’s just that this doll is the same size as a real person, wearing a red nightgown, with long hair covering her cheeks, and empty gray eyes. I looked up at her, and she

She looked down at me with a strange smile on her lips. I had seen this doll countless times. It was what Xiaorui looked like when she was a child.

At this moment, everything in front of me suddenly disappeared. If I hadn't found myself sitting on the bed now, I would have thought everything was just a dream, but I knew it was not a dream, I really saw it.

I raised it up and there was nothing on the ceiling. Why can I always see a curtain? Why do I see Xiaorui every time I see the curtain? I took out the jade pendant I got from the wall. The peonies on it were as red as blood.

, a thought suddenly came to my mind: when the peony turns red, it indicates that someone is going to die. Could this person be Xiaorui?

I picked up the phone, but Xiaorui still turned it off. I was a little worried about Xiaorui, and I was also a little worried about myself. I don’t know where this worry came from, but the fear lingered in my heart. I was a little confused and didn’t know where to go.
Chapter completed!