That night, Xia Chuan met a man wearing fluorescent green cycling clothes by the river.
No way I can catch up.
He found out the next day that the girl had jumped off the building two months ago.
From then on, his world began to leak - the water stains on the ceiling would turn into human faces, the Bagua mirror would crack on its own, and someone would knock on the door at three in the morning, but there would be nothing outside the peephole.
Security guard Lao Wu drowned in two millimeters of water.
The neighbor's dog barked at a puddle of water all night.
He moved into Dongyue Temple and began to learn how to draw talismans from a Taoist priest.
A graduate student named Zhao Yukun lives downstairs in the community.
Zhao Yukun didn't believe this. Zhao Yukun said there was not enough data to draw the conclusion that there was a ghost.
But every time Xia Chuan was scared, he would come.
Finally, the secret that had been sealed for decades came to light. It was the protection and sacrifice of three generations.
It started to rain again in Rongcheng. Xia Chuan stood outside the fog, his legs shaking.
It doesn't matter what's in the river.
As long as that person is there.
Metaphysics Ox Horse Suffers x Data Supremacy Attack
We will all believe it in the end.
Concept: Those inadvertent trivialities may be the source of terror.