Ghosts of the Mountains of Tayton

I was petrified when I heard such a horrible story.

Axiang pointed to the locust tree and said, "Look, it is said that Zhizi, the daughter of Tosaburo, was buried under this tree. But later, someone came to ask questions and dug a big hole under the tree, but no bones were found. So Many people now say that Zhizi has turned into a vengeful spirit and has taken over the house, and the whole house is full of curses and ominousness."

"Please don't say any more!" I couldn't stand it anymore and said loudly.

Who said that men must be bolder than women?That's because the opposite sex comes first, it's unavoidable.In fact, people's guts don't distinguish between genders, just like me, even though I am a person with supernatural powers, I am still afraid of things like ghosts!

And just as I finished speaking, I felt the world spinning, and I heard a huge roar like an engine in my ears.I couldn't stand still, but I quickly pulled Ah Xiang to the ground together.

The huge shaking lasted for nearly a minute, and I felt that the earthquake was about to take my soul away.

"Are you all right? Miss Axiang?"

Ah Xiang's face was pale, and she raised her eyes to look at me: "I, I just heard a woman screaming, did you hear that?"

"Don't scare me, don't joke around at this time!"

"It's true!" Her face turned pale, "Let's go and see, father, how is everyone doing!"

When we ran to the inner room, we saw a wobbly person running across the corridor. It was Gu Chuan: "Hey! Are you all right!"

I nodded, and many people ran out of the room at this time.I searched around, but I didn't find Mr. Dazai.

"I just heard someone screaming, what happened?"

Before I had time to ask, I heard Ah Xiang yelling.

"It seems to be coming from the actors' room. There may be casualties. Let's go and have a look!"

At this time, Mrs. Kisaki also appeared at the door of the corridor, supporting her husband.I hurriedly asked the two if they were injured. The lady's face was still pale, but she smiled.

"It's all right. Didn't the earthquake have passed? My husband was hit by the lamp to protect my feet."

Looking at it this way, Mr. Kisaki's legs and feet are indeed a bit inflexible.

"I really didn't expect to encounter this kind of situation when I was out filming. There is nothing I can do in a country with frequent earthquakes——Ah Xiang, are you okay?"

Ah Xiang said in a low voice, "I'm... fine."

I was still a little worried about Mr. Dazai. I was about to ask someone, but I heard a sudden scream from across the corridor.

"Ah—come here!!"

What happened?

"A homicide has occurred!!"

I was shocked, and a bad premonition emerged in my heart, and I ran towards the corridor with one stride.

Could it be... No, it's impossible, but how could an earthquake of this magnitude hurt him?But now I can't find him anywhere, and the foreboding is getting worse.

I broke into the room almost on a rampage, and the first thing I saw was a big pool of blood and a khaki windbreaker.

I almost yelled out, "Mr. Dazai!"

"Huh? What's the matter, Dun-jun?"

A man in a khaki windbreaker stood up next to the blood. He didn't know my worries and smiled very calmly. It was Mr. Dazai.

"Why is your face so ugly?" Mr. Dazai looked at my face.

I stared at him stubbornly, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned my eyes to the pool of blood again, and my face turned pale again.

"I see, let's go out first."

I endured the stomach discomfort caused by the great shock I had just received, and was pushed out of the door by Mr. Dazai.

Ah Xiang brushed past me, saw the consequences of the scene inside, let out a short scream, and then sobbed: "It's Miss Naye..."

I am still in great shock until now, this is the first time I have witnessed such a cruel scene, even though it was just a glimpse just now, I can see the specific situation clearly.In the pool of blood, the woman was wearing a nightgown, but a huge ax was stuck around her neck, her head was rolled aside, and her beautiful eyes without gods just happened to stare at me, as if they could directly lock into my soul.

There was blood everywhere, and I could smell the strong smell of blood in the air.

The night breeze brought fresh air, and I felt better. Mr. Dazai has been standing by the side since just now, looking at the crowd and wondering what he was thinking.

"Mr. Dazai, what were you doing there just now?" I asked.

"I heard someone screaming and ran over. I squatted down and looked at the scene. Don't worry, I didn't destroy the original scene, but I'm afraid we won't be able to leave until the police come."

I saw someone in the crowd rushing to call the police, and then said with embarrassment: "The earthquake just now seems to have caused congestion on the mountain road. The police said that they will definitely not be able to reach it before tomorrow."

"My God, who did this kind of thing..."

"The only people in this house are members of our film crew. No matter how you think about it, the murderer may be a member of the film crew!"

The whispers in the crowd gradually grew louder, and everyone was trying to defend their innocence.

"Everyone go back to the hall first! The scene remains as it is, and no one is allowed to touch this room until the police come!" Mr. Kisaki spoke, and everyone bowed their heads and went back without any objection.

When we returned to the living room, the atmosphere was completely different from before.At least there was some talking and laughing just now, but now it's a dead silence.

Mr. Dazai and I sat on the edge as usual, looking at the lifeless living room. I couldn't help thinking that when I saw Ms. Naye just now, she showed such a vivid expression, but now her body is still there, but I intuitively feel that she is already gone. Not there anymore, only a mutilated body remains.

It turns out that death is like this. There were lively people talking and laughing just now. It is very likely that you will not know where she went the next moment. You will never know where she went, but you know that you will never be able to meet her again. She met.

In just a few hours, I had the illusion that life is like a dream.Death is an eternal topic for human beings.

"This is the impermanence of life, Don-kun." Mr. Dazai suddenly spoke slowly, with the calmness I am familiar with.

I looked up in bewilderment.

"For thousands of years, both writers and artists have been exploring this question, but the impermanence of life has always been an insurmountable problem." Mr. Dazai smiled, "The magnificence of the last second, the next Seconds are like falling into an ice cave, and people are anxious about this and that, but they always forget that everything they get is not guaranteed."

I am speechless.I remembered that someone once asked me what kind of person I want to be in the future. When everyone answered, they were full of expectations, as if it would become reality in the next second.

The truth is, we didn't even choose to be human.

"Even so, we are still working so hard to find the meaning of life, and we still want to find a reason not to be alone anymore."

I looked at the profile of Mr. Dazai, and at this moment, I actually felt that Mr. Dazai, who always had a smile on his face, was a little lonely.

I have never understood why he is obsessed with suicide, and I have never been close to his world.In my opinion, to be able to look at the sunrise every morning, to be able to have a full meal, to be respected by others, and to have a decent job is already very satisfying.

There are many sufferings in this world, but why do we have to commit suicide?

However, the world in Mr. Dazai’s eyes must not be understood by a superficial person like me. In his eyes, the bottomless depth swallows everything like the sea, and the deep loneliness separates me from him.When he said this, I couldn't help but look away because it was too heavy.

I have heard of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs theory before. Human needs are survival first, then safety needs, and then love and self-esteem. I think I am in the safety needs right now, and Mr. Dazai is in the The topmost level of self-actualization.

I was a little discouraged thinking this way, and I didn't know why I was still a little angry.