Ghost Shelter System

Um?

The old man was startled. He turned around and realized why the kitchen knife was on the ground.

A chill ran down his spine, and the hairs stood on end. The old man's heart beat like a drum, and he was puzzled. He came back to his senses and looked at the black-and-white photo of the old lady in amazement.

"No...old lady, you must be reluctant to kill me..."

Looking at the black and white photos, the old man suddenly felt at ease, his eyes softened, his vigilant heart suddenly relaxed, and his fear disappeared. He picked up the kitchen knife and put it back in the kitchen.

Boom, boom, boom.

At 3:10 in the evening, there was a knock on the door.

The old man was silent for a moment, and countless strange thoughts appeared. Finally, he looked at the black and white photo of the old lady, his eyes were calm, and he opened the door.

"Hello, old gentleman."

At the door was a young man with a well-proportioned figure and a slightly muscular appearance. His smile was contagious, but his eyes held an indescribable wildness.

His posture was relaxed, and he seemed to be expressing goodwill to the old man.

"Ah, hello. Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Qin Kun wanted to make up his reason for coming, but found that the old man was very strange and welcomed him in without asking anything.

The smell of smoke filled the room, and with the arrival of Qin Kun, the flames of the two candles became brighter.

The community is a community for railway workers. The living room is very simple, just like ordinary workers' families.

The old man noticed that Qin Kun was looking at the old lady's portrait and said softly, "That's my wife. She left last year. Didn't it scare you?"

In the corner of the room, an old lady with a bloody face was hiding at the door of the bathroom, and a male ghost with a rotten face was hiding at the door of the kitchen, secretly looking here.

Qin Kun's arrival was extremely powerful. No kid dared to sneak around the incense tributes, so the candlelight was naturally a little brighter than before.

"No." Qin Kun chuckled.

The old man nodded and sighed: "My son is abroad, and my granddaughter is also abroad. Today is the old woman's memorial day. She has been gone for a year..."

The old man seemed very lonely, and there was probably no one to chat with him on weekdays. He poured tea for Qin Kun and started chattering. Qin Kun was holding the hot tea and just acted as a listener beside him.

"Last year, I was shopping with an old woman. There was a murderer in the market. He chopped two people and was about to run away. He knocked down the old woman. At that time, I was riding a senior car and was distracted, so I was also knocked down by that man."

"The kitchen knife accidentally cut a major artery, and the man died. The old woman hit her head on the steps and died of excessive intracranial bleeding. The police comrades did not blame me, and everyone supported me and proved my innocence..."

"One of the other two people who were slashed died. I must have avenged them. Hahahaha..."

The smile ends here.

The old man became sad: "Oh, but the person is gone, what's the use..."

As the old man spoke, he shed muddy tears: "My son is busy with work and cannot come to accompany me, and my granddaughter is studying abroad and cannot come to accompany me. Today is the old woman's memorial day, and I can't sleep. I took advantage of the quiet night and wanted to pay homage to her. Unexpectedly, You're here. I don't want to ask who you are, but it feels so good to see you..."

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Qin Kun sat on the sofa, looked at the old man wiping his tears, sighed, walked over and stirred the brazier with chopsticks.

"Old man, to pay homage to your wife, just burn paper and light candles. You don't need to burn the charcoal inside, right?"

Qin Kun turned his head and found that the old man was silent and his expression was lost and sad.

Another person who can't think about it.

His spiritual sustenance is gone, he is lonely and helpless, his children and grandchildren are outside, and he cannot enjoy family happiness. The charcoal in the brazier is the old man's choice tonight.

The windows in the house were airtight and even a fool could detect it. The old man was about to burn charcoal to commit suicide. Qin Kun opened the window and let some air in. He stared at the male ghost in the kitchen. The male ghost noticed that Qin Kun seemed to be able to see him. Suddenly, he saw a vertical eye on Qin Kun's forehead opening, which was exactly the same as the vertical eye outside the window just now.

Qin Kun sneered, turned his head again, and comforted him with a kind face: "Old man, everyone has his own life, and what has happened cannot be changed. Although the words "sympathy, condolences and resignation" sound like sarcastic words to me, they come from the bottom of my heart.

The old man wiped his nose and nodded, feeling much older all of a sudden.

Seeing that he was listless and had no sustenance in life, this state was very dangerous. Qin Kun was not good at comforting people, but he also knew that the old man's current state could not be ignored.

So he opened his mouth and changed the subject: "Do you believe there are ghosts in the world?"

For a moment, the old man was stunned. At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten his loneliness and sadness, and became a member of the vast number of curious people. He looked at Qin Kun blankly and shook his head.

Qin Kun didn't care whether he believed it or not. He lit a cigarette, leaned against the kitchen window, and sighed: "I believe it."

"I am a ghost hunter. Isn't it ridiculous? Haha, among the seniors I know, there are also many ghost hunters. Due to certain circumstances, they cannot have children or reproduce. The meaning of their entire lives is Stabilize the yin and yang. Don’t let the little ghosts cause trouble in the world.”

The old man did not doubt, did not despise, and did not express his thoughts. In response to Qin Kun's words, he sighed: "It's a great story..."

"It's great..." Qin Kun exhaled smoke and recalled, "A very old man was once an orphan. He was raised by his master and raised a group of orphans. In fact, in a sense, they also have descendants. There is also helplessness in the path they choose, but life is already so hard, and you still have to live. That's why people are great, isn't it?"

The old man was startled, savoring Qin Kun's words.

Sometimes, one person's suffering is easily magnified, and when everyone is struggling in the mud of suffering, it seems insignificant.

"Little brother, I accept your comfort." The old man smiled tiredly.

Qin Kun put out the cigarette and asked the first sentence again: "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

The old man was silent and moved his lips.

Qin Kun suddenly smiled heartily: "Don't be suspicious, of course there are no ghosts in the world. However, it is right to accumulate some virtue for future generations while you are alive. If you dream now, you will dream of your wife. She hopes you live well. Do you believe it?"

The old man was startled when he found that Qin Kun's two fingers came together and suddenly touched the center of the old man's eyebrows.

This is no different from collision.

There was a buzz in the old man's head. Qin Kun suddenly wore a human skin cloak. With the skinned ghost cloak on him, he used the mirage technique. He had no way of knowing what was in the old man's memory, so he could only construct a mirage based on his own memory of thirty years ago.

30 years ago, in the railway community, the old man had the illusion that he was young.

The old house also became brand new. This was the first new house he bought in his life after moving out of the employee apartment.

The decorations in the room were blurry and the old man couldn't see them even if he wanted to. Outside the window was a prosperous era of development, which was the best era for workers.

On the radio, "We Workers Have Power" blared loudly, and the old man felt that he had suddenly become decades younger. Qin Kun hid in the dark and said to the old lady: "You also saw it, your wife is begging to die tonight. He I can't control suicidal thoughts. It's 3:10 now. You can only stay in this mirage for 2 hours. Whether you can rekindle your wife's desire to live depends entirely on you."

The old lady was startled: "You...can you see me?"

"Um."

Qin Kun's answer was concise and to the point.

The old lady blinked: "But... what is mirage?"

"Ghost hits the wall, the ghost hits the wall I built. Here, you can also use ghost magic. For example, make yourself younger!"

The old lady didn't believe it, it was too unbelievable. For a ghost, Qin Kun's words were even more unbelievable. But as his thoughts moved, Qin Kun pushed her to a mirror.

The old lady was in disbelief. When she saw herself in the mirror, she was clearly the same person she was 30 years ago!

The old lady's eyes had changed when she looked at Qin Kun, but she heard Qin Kun say: "I have established the mirage in Linjiang City fairly well. You can go outside, but you only have 2 hours. Take care."

After patting the old lady on the shoulder, Qin Kun grabbed the ghost in the kitchen and walked out of the door.

In the house, the old man stood in front of the window in disbelief. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. Turning his head, the old man's pupils tightened: "Xiujuan?"

"Old Qian, I... why don't we go out and take a walk?"

A young woman covered her mouth with tears in her eyes and spoke to the old man.