Undead Journal

Chapter 2

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead

After the wedge, Chapter 1 of the story often has a male protagonist, but after the first day like a wedge, there are only three people in my diary.

Oh no, it's one person and two ghosts.

Me, Crewhead, and the gentleman with the watering can on the balcony.

Don't ask me why the male protagonist appeared instead of the female protagonist.

Sexuality, even if the memory is gone, the subconscious probably still remembers it.

And don’t ask me why I’m sure that Xiaopingtou and the gentleman with the watering can on the balcony are not the male lead, because it’s obvious that Xiaopingtou doesn’t fit my aesthetics, and the gentleman with the watering can, I can’t even match his length. It's not clear what it looks like.

In my impression, there seemed to be only a watering can and the dazzling sunlight, so the gentleman became a silhouette in the sunlight, with only an outline but no face.

Later, long before Xiaopingtou came, Mr. Watering Can had already left home, and he hadn’t come back after I finished writing the diary, and when I woke up today, he had left again, so I didn’t Can see his face clearly.

Of course, Xiao Pingtou told me about his coming back and leaving. Whether Mr. Watering Can came back or left, I was still asleep, so I didn't know.

After Xiaopingtou told me about this incident, he expressed his surprise appropriately: "Senior, not only are you not afraid of the sun, but you can also fall asleep. How deep is your cultivation to live almost like a human being!"

I didn't tell him that I also kept a diary. If he knew that I used such an empty body to manipulate objects to do such complicated things, he would probably be even more surprised.

But no matter how human I am, it can’t change the fact that I’m a ghost now, because I haven’t felt hungry at all. From yesterday when I realized that I was writing a diary, I haven’t eaten or drank for more than a day, and I didn’t feel the slightest hunger or thirst. .This makes me think that being a ghost is actually pretty good, at least I don’t need to be busy because of livelihood issues.

To be a ghost, you don't need to buy a house, you don't need to pay any fees, you can find a house to live in, just like I am now living in the house of Mr. Watering Can.

So today I once thought about whether to write a thank you letter to Mr. Watering Can, including the pen and notebook that I took without warning, and make a general thank you and explanation together. This is about the only thing I can do for him at present. thing.

After careful consideration, I still gave up. That meager gratitude is probably not as frightened as he was, so let us just live together without any contact.

Xiaopingtou chattered about many things, including that there are five residents like me in this building, namely him, the little girl Qiqi, the grandmother Song Qinshi, the painter Mr. Ning, and the red soldier Aping; Including the little red soldier, Aping, who looks very young, but in fact he is the boss in this building, because he died before all of them, and basically the cultivation of ghosts is directly proportional to the time of death—— At least this is the case in this building; including many ghosts passing by in this building, there are young fresh undead who have only died for a few days, and there are old ghosts like the teacher and me who can no longer tell the age.

When he said this, I was almost subconsciously going to refute, saying that I was not passing by, I was here as soon as I realized it, but thinking of the previous inference, I held back.

"Is there any difference between the ghost passing by and the ghost in this building?"

I changed my way of insinuating, hoping to have a definite basis to determine whether I was a new ghost in this building, or just an old ghost who just happened to lose his memory here, as I deduced yesterday.

Xiaopingtou once again expressed his surprise, but this time there was compassion: "This is the most basic common sense of being a ghost. Senior, are you so old that you even forgot this?"

I smiled, I didn't mean to answer, and he didn't need my answer. After saying this sentence, he immediately began to explain: "All the ghosts in this building died in this building, because some kind of obsession Because of this obsession, we have not passed away and survived the world. But also because of this obsession, we are trapped in this building. Unless the obsession is eliminated, we will not be able to get out of this building. Once the obsession is eliminated, we will probably go straight to I have gone to the past, and there is no need to leave this building again."

Speaking of this, he was a little at a loss: "But if I don't leave this building, how should I take revenge? He will probably never set foot in this building. Do I have to wait like this until one day Also become an old ghost who has almost forgotten everything?"

Maybe you can call him and trick him over.

I moved my lips, but I didn't say this in the end. Firstly, I didn't understand the merits of this matter. Secondly, even if it was revenge, killing a ghost is probably not a light crime.

Of course I don't want him to become an old ghost like me one day, but I also don't want to see him go to Avici Hell, although I don't know if he will really go to Avici Hell. I always feel that this is not good.

After that, Xiaopingtou didn't say anything, maybe it was because I lacked a response and he couldn't continue, maybe he was just immersed in his own thoughts, a little sad, so he didn't have any desire to speak, or maybe he was thinking like me , or... in a daze.

This kind of silence lasted for an hour, until the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole sounded, Xiaopingtou suddenly woke up, bid farewell to me in a panic, and then disappeared into the wall.

This makes me feel very interesting. I seem to have the impression of going through walls, but I haven't tried it, at least I haven't tried it since I was conscious.For more than a day, apart from sitting in the corner of the balcony and thinking, I actually lived like a real person, sitting on the sofa, sleeping on the bed, and writing a diary in a serious manner at the desk.

I thought, I need to thank Mr. Watering Can for his selfless provision, so I bowed sincerely to him who entered the door, and then I went to try the wall penetration technique with great interest.

It turned out to be a bit frustrating for me, I tried countless times and couldn't get through the walls.

I don't understand, is it because my cultivation base is too deep that I am relatively substantive so I can't pass through this more substantive wall, or is it that I am too bad to master the knack of passing through walls at all?

I faced the wall and thought about it for 10 minutes, and finally had to choose to give up and try another thing, which is the judgment of whether I belong to this building ghost as Xiaopingtou said, that is, to see if I can leave this building myself. building.

I didn't bother to get out of the stairs, because I couldn't go through the wall at all, so I couldn't get through the door that Mr. Watering Can had closed, so I had to choose the balcony.

I stood among those plants and thought for another 10 minutes. I was worried that if my body, which could not penetrate the wall, would fall like a living person, it would be ugly, if not torn apart.

It turned out that I was thinking too much, and I couldn't jump at all.

I couldn't even climb onto the balcony railing where the rows of flower pots stood, an invisible wall of air blocked me.

So, in fact, I am not a passer-by, but a ghost who belongs to the residents of this building?

So am I an old ghost or a new ghost?

If it's a new ghost, what obsession keeps me trapped in this building and can't get out?

And obviously Xiaoping called me senior over and over again, and he also decided that I was a passing senior!

This time I fell into deep thinking.

When humans think, God laughs.

God laughed as I thought about it, I don't know, but my landlord laughed, aka Mr. Watering Can.

Of course, this should just be a coincidence.

At that time, he was watching an extremely miserable TV series, which was the result of my own judgment after I joined curiously.

However, is there an inevitable connection between bitterness and laughter?

I fell into deep thinking again, and finally came to the conclusion that the filming of this bitter drama was probably too distorted, so it became a comedy drama and had to make people laugh.

Sure enough, Mr. Watering Can got bored after laughing, turned off the TV and went to cook.

Mr. Watering Can's cooking skills are quite neat, and he tossed two dishes and one soup in just three to ten minutes.But it can’t be regarded as the best, at least in terms of color, I can only give it 10 points. As for the aroma and taste, unfortunately I am a ghost, so I can’t give corresponding judgments.

I sat opposite Mr. Watering Can with some envy, watching him drink soup without taking a bite.

Mr. Watering Can didn't finish all the food, but dumped most of it.However, I can't conclude that the two dishes and one soup are actually not very tasty. Maybe Mr. Watering Pot is not hungry, or Mr. Watering Pot just has a small appetite.

I watched again as Mr. Sprinkler cleaned the tableware and went into the bathroom.

When Mr. Watering Can was lying on his Kingside big bed covered in steam, I suddenly felt sleepy too, and of course I also slid onto the bed, carefully occupying a small corner of the big bed.

When Kankan fell asleep, I painfully remembered that there was still a diary that I hadn’t written, so I got up again and wrote down the above words.

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