Sometimes, we are half-convinced about monsters and ghosts. Because we can't see them, but their names can always linger in our ears. Monsters, demons, and monsters, just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist. In fact, I can see them just as I can smell their lingering stench.
On the rainy day, Qingming lay dying on the ground. The emerald green eyes are very deep, very heavy, and very far away. He said to me: "Xiao Er - ahem - it's coming." I thought that if I could go back alive, I would write everything I saw.