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had another quarrel and didn’t want to go home. I worked overtime at the company until 10:45 pm. My boss couldn’t stand it anymore and urged me to go home quickly. After all, it’s not safe for a girl to walk at night.
The person I had an argument with came home from get off work at five o'clock and was nowhere to be seen. He knew that I was angry at the company and refused to come back. He might not have eaten, but he was waiting for me outside the company gate on his electric bike around six o'clock. I know he will come, and I know he will be waiting for me no matter how late it is.
After being urged by my boss, I turned off the computer, cleaned up my desk, and walked out the door. I saw the man sitting on an electric car waiting for me from a distance. I changed my route and went out through the small door of the company to avoid him. Not wanting to go home, I wandered around on the deserted road.
The twelve o'clock bell rang in the church in the distance. After a long time, I was still wandering on the street. When you are angry, you don't feel physically tired, only your heart feels tired. Maybe when your body is tired, your heart will feel less tired.
Before I knew it, all my colleagues on the night shift were off work. They go to work at five o'clock in the evening and leave at two o'clock in the middle of the night. Some of my colleagues walked and some rode bicycles. Everyone greeted me warmly when they saw me. At this moment, I want to hide in the dark night and don't want my colleagues to see me acting strangely.
continued to walk aimlessly. The few people in front gathered around and didn't know what they were doing. This place was not far from the abandoned construction site. I took a look when I had nothing to do. When I got closer, I heard my colleagues commenting that they had found a dead person. I didn't dare to get close after hearing this, for fear that after seeing the dead person, I would have to experience another night of nightmares. After knowing this,
finally decided to go home, but what he never wanted to return to was his home in Little Taiwan. The few people just now were also there, still surrounding him like that, still surrounding a dead man, but they were at home in Xiaotaiwan, in the hall of the pottery house in his hometown.
I stood in the yard, not daring to get close, and asked my colleagues to quickly dial 120 and then call the police. A colleague looked around the body, as if he were a forensic doctor. He tried the breath of the dead man lying on the ground, felt the arteries, and immediately concluded that it was indeed a dead man.
I was anxious and asked them to call the emergency number and call the police. Whether a person dies or not is not decided by us, but by the doctor. In order to avoid suspicion, we must call the police immediately. Everyone remained motionless, no one listened to me, and my call quickly disappeared into the long night sky.
I asked someone’s name to call the police, but he ignored me. I was anxiously thinking about my colleagues, fearing that they would be sued. While he was anxious, he didn't want to take out his cell phone and call the police himself. I was afraid of causing trouble, afraid of not being able to speak clearly, and afraid of being questioned by the police.
Seeing that everyone didn't listen to me, and not wanting to take any responsibility, he left the yard, passed through the autumn house, and left his home in Little Taiwan.
At dawn, many people stood under the big poplar tree in front of the house, all of them fellow villagers. The aunt and uncle were standing in front of the crowd. I was wondering when the aunt spoke first. She blamed me for digging holes everywhere recently, and now people fell to death.
I remembered that digging holes to find treasures was not an order from the aunt and uncle. Although no official document was issued, the verbal order was still an order. Now they are putting all the blame on me. Not only them, but everyone is determined to make me take the blame. I began to regret why I didn't call the police. If I had called the police, the suspicion would have been minimal. Now that everyone agrees, I may be behind bars.
I will no longer defend myself. I know that they have already discussed it and must have collected a lot of physical evidence, and there are countless witnesses.
There was a noise in the pottery house, and the people in the house ran out and immediately fled into the crowd. I saw the person who had just been identified as the dead man running after them, and my first reaction was really clumsy. Instead of hiding in the crowd like others, he fled alone.
The corpse wearing a green coat and red flower trousers may be a ghost, and naturally it came to chase me. No one else moved, I was the only one running, chasing whoever ran. I have always been a fast runner. My mother once said that I was like a pesticide called Scud.
That ghost ran faster than me and was about to catch up with me. I was so scared that I looked back, yelled, and ran wildly. I threw everything in my hand out to hit her or attract her attention. However, the wind was strong and I was downwind, so the wind wrapped around the things I threw and blew towards me.
For some reason, that ghost chased me and then chased the thing. Because it wanted to catch the thing in the wind immediately, it chased it even tighter.
I screamed in pain and wanted to find another way back to the crowd. After all, it was safer to hide in the crowd. But there is only one road, and behind this road is the ghost.
I looked at the ghost and almost gave up running away. When I looked closely at the ghost room, I actually felt that it looked a bit like grandma. It is thinner than grandma and not as tall as grandma, but its face looks a bit like grandma.
I stood still and stared at it. It stopped a few meters away from me and looked at me. The two of us looked at each other like this, my eyes must be full of fear, but its eyes were filled with love.
After a while, it left, its figure became increasingly blurry, and finally disappeared out of thin air. I watched it disappear into the distance with tears in my eyes. It's my grandma and it just misses me. After a while, it left, its figure became increasingly blurry, and finally disappeared out of thin air.
As I write this, I can’t help but shed tears. Even if there are ghosts in the world, what's so scary about deceased relatives? They just miss us, how can they harm us.
June 25, 2022
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