[Bereavement-related, world-weary psychotic attacks x morbid and crazy criticisms of "ghosts"]
My boyfriend is dead, maybe, but I don't remember how he died, so it doesn't matter, since I'll probably be there for him soon after all.
Oh, no, no need to go, because he turned into a ghost and haunted me.
I am a detective, maybe it turned out to be, but now I am under investigation. My former colleagues think that my mental state can only be suspended. In fact, they were dissatisfied with the way I handled cases before. My supervisor always said that my sense of substitution for criminals was too strong and dangerous, and that I was too indifferent to life. But I don't think so, because compared to others, I value my own life less.
When my lover turned into a ghost and haunted me, I actually asked the outside world for "help", which should be regarded as asking for help. In fact, I was not opposed to the fact that he was a ghost, but they called a psychiatrist and determined that I had dual personality and paranoid mental disorder. I felt that they were talking nonsense, they could not communicate, and they were actually more like ghosts than my boyfriend.
"Baby, you're actually kind of cute when you're kidnapped."
"Really? Actually, I think it would be cuter if I turned into a Piao like you."
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A short suspenseful essay of more than 10,000 words
The main text is a mixture of third person and first person (Ruila's diary is the first person part)
Intention: To live towards death
