Lin Shuzhen

Lin Shuzhen's husband died when she was seventy.

The broad-shouldered man, who stood six feet tall, was no more than a tiny bundle sunk into the mattress as he lay dying.

He had large hands and feet, and even his head was bigger than most people's. As he died, his eyes were still wide open, fixed on Lin Shuzhen.

Lin Shuzhen would never forget how the man propped up his head and tried to climb out of bed. His shrunken, wrinkled face contorted into a hideous expression. His voice was rough, and there was probably phlegm in his throat. The strange, chilling sound he made was: "You think you'll have an easier life once I'm dead? I'll never leave you alone, even after I'm dead!"

I'll never leave you alone, even after I'm dead.

Lin Shuzhen stood in a dark corner, her teeth chattering. Her cracked, coarse fingers rubbed together anxiously, as if she wanted to scrape off that ugly layer of skin and let new flesh grow in its place.

Her husband was dead. During the seven days of mourning, Lin Shuzhen didn't dare sleep. She was guilty, she was afraid, she couldn't close her eyes...

Based on a true story. Don't turn hearsay into superstition.

About confinement and freedom.

Theme: Freedom.