Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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That student is a ghost.

What's going on ... Seeing that he was still wearing a school uniform and carrying a school bag, just like when he was on the road to and from school.

But how did he die?

I pretended not to see him, and walked to the seat where he was sitting, he seemed to think that I was sitting beside him at will.

I glanced slightly, glanced at him secretly, and noticed that there were tears on his face, and there were black handprints on the fat cheeks.

There are not many passengers in this bus, plus me, and the driver, there are only four people, not counting boys.

The car was very quiet. I really wanted to ask him something, but now it's not easy to ask him.

As a school sister who had studied with him in a high school, he met his elementary school brother this time. At this moment, he is still in the form of a soul. I naturally want to ask him.

The car drove a few more stops, and finally when the next platform was about to arrive, the boy stood up.

He seems to still have the experience of riding a car in his lifetime. He saw me sitting in his outside seat, holding his arms, trying to ask me to let him, but he seemed to realize that he was dead, a ghost, and his face was exposed Awkward and cramped look.

I hurriedly pretended to get out of the car without paying attention to him, and walked towards the back door.

He was relieved and floated behind me.

This stop is not very far from my home. I think there is no problem walking back by myself. When I got off the bus, I noticed where the stop was.

It was the gate of an old-fashioned community, so he stared at the gate of the community like a drowsiness, and there were two old men in the door guard.

Finally, he lowered his head, pulled his shoulders, and walked in the opposite direction.

I kept watching him quietly, but found that his behavior was a little weird.

Shouldn't you go home? Or ... forget the way home?

I trot to catch up and walk side by side with him.

"Aren't you going home?"

I asked, the boy did not return to me, kept his head down, kept silent, his mood was very low, he was always crying, his face was wet, and he had never seen it dry.

He didn't respond, I asked again without giving up, and then he came back to him, staring at me stupidly, his eyes grey and dull.

"You ... can you see me?"

He pointed at himself stupidly and asked in amazement, I was amused by his appearance, but I knew it was not the time to laugh, and pressed the corner of his mouth.

"Otherwise? Am I talking to Air?"

"you……"

He seemed to want to ask me something again, but I interrupted him.

"I don't know what happened while you were alive, but if you die, you can't stay here, you should go where you should be."

The fat boy looked at me in confusion, with a small voice like a mosquito: "Where should I go?"

I pointed to the ground: "Hell, there is where you should be. You stay in the sun, and before long you will become a ghost."

When he heard my words, he even covered his face with his hands and wept.

I felt that the schoolbag behind him started to grow larger and gradually become the size of a small hill, and he was about to overwhelm him to the ground.

His sobbing sound sounded very painful, and I wanted to appease him, but I didn't know how to comfort his young broken heart.

This student must have suffered some setbacks during his lifetime, otherwise how could he cry like this?

"Only you can see me in the world."

He was crying, I was stunned by his words, and before I comforted him, he cried even harder!

"No one can see me, I can't do anything to ask for help!"

"You say it, I listen, what happened to you, why did you die?"

The boy looked at my face, and a pair of eyes without focus kept staring at me, which made me a little uneasy, but I was still brave, thinking that he was a student during his lifetime, and he would definitely not give himself up.

He hesitated, like a homeless child, he floated in front of me, and I followed me.

"I'm a senior in high school. I'm going to be a senior in September. The family told me that if I didn't get into college, let me not go home!"

He trembled and began to recall his past experiences: "They put pressure on me every day. Once I failed the exam, they punched and kicked me. I've had enough, woohoo."

I knew all of a sudden, who were the "them" in his mouth, his parents?

It is normal to blame if you fail the exam, but you cannot hit children.

And this boy is a junior in high school, and he can be considered an adult. At 17, 18 years old, junior high school is a high-pressure stage. The family treats him like this, it will definitely cause a shadow in his heart.

His soul floated to a roadside bench, sat down, and murmured his head down: "Even though I got a good grade and improved, they were still not satisfied."

He smiled bitterly at me: "One time I fell from the top three to the tenth place, there was no food that day, and I couldn't sleep with a stomachache all night."

I know that many parents flatter one sentence: filial piety is under the stick. If the child is to be successful, he must fight and scold.

Many people can afford it, but this does not mean that all students can accept it.

I have also experienced high school, and even if I am in college now, I would still say that time was just hell, and I thought about myself with ridicule.

However, his parents were a bit excessive.

"What happened then?"

I deliberately softened the tone so as not to scare him. He glanced at me, his eyes shifted away, and said silently: "I have been bearing it silently, I am studying madly, and always want to bring it to my family. A good grade, but I find that my attention is getting worse and worse, and my memory is worse every day. "

"I'm starting to lose sleep, and tossing and turning in bed every night, but I can't sleep."

His voice was getting lower and lower, abruptly stopped, and did not continue to speak.

I've been sitting quietly beside him, looking at him: "What's next?"

The boy's face was pale, his mouth was open and closed, and he choked for a long time, saying, "But mom and dad don't care whether I sleep well or eat well. They ask me every day whether there are recent exams, how are they doing? Back That's what I said at home. I didn't have a good test, and even made me kneel to do my homework. "

He raised his head slightly, and the sadness in his face made me heartache: "Just that night, I passed the whole class countdown for a test, and my parents and parents united to teach and scold me. I couldn't help it, from home Jumped on the twelfth floor of the building. "

When I heard this, my heart tightened.

The voice in my ear didn't stop: "I thought death could release me, but I found that I became a lonely soul, drifting lonely in this world, and I didn't release."

He looked at his hands and murmured: "I was dragged by an invisible force, and I was sitting on the bus that I learned to get on and off every day before, going between home and school in an endless loop, I I want to get away, but I can't. "

I know why he ca n’t escape and become a ground-bound spirit, he will naturally be restricted by the region.

I express sympathy and pity for his experience, and I have the answer to the actions of his life.

Under pressure, he suffered from all kinds of verbal and behavioral violence, and finally fell under pressure to commit suicide. This is already a typical representative of depression.

What distresses me most is that he is desperate to die, has courage, and got rid of the distress and pressure when he was alive. He thought that everything would end, but he found out that there wasn't.

What a despair it was for him!

There was only one reason for him to stay alive.

That is, he is still obsessed with his last wishes.

"Do you have any last wishes left unfinished?" I asked. He looked at me as if thinking, and finally shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"As a student, what wishes can I have, if I have torn up and shattered by my parents, can I have any last wishes."

I heard the tone of resentment and blame from his words, and I immediately had an answer: "You are resentful of your parents."

I use the affirmative tone, not doubt.

The boy seemed to be poked in the pain, jumped from his seat, and shouted at me, "I don't! How could I ..."

I smiled comfortably and looked at him: "You don't know it yourself, when you were talking about your parents, you said it in a complaint, did you hate them, hate them for pushing you too hard? It's tight, hate them for putting so much pressure on you. "

"I……"

"Just be honest, yes or no, the reason why you can't be relieved is exactly what I asked you."

I kept talking to him in a very soft voice, and I wanted to persuade him.

"Have you ever thought that everything your parents do is for your good. Maybe, their means are tougher or even excessive, but their starting point is good."

"But it still has a negative effect on you."

He lowered his head and I continued: "You say no complaints, but you hate them in your heart, otherwise you won't stay here all the time, repeating the behaviors of going to and from school, just because they brought you Too much impact. "

"The shadow in life must be very big, otherwise why didn't you even want to go home?"

He was silent and looked up for a long time and asked, "What should I do?"

I smiled at him: "Go home and see."

Come back home? I saw him dodging subconsciously, with a reluctant expression on his face. I patted his shoulder and advised, "Go back and see, you have passed away, your parents must be very sad. They Maybe you have regretted something you did in your lifetime. "

"You should listen to them. Your knot here may be opened."

I pointed to his chest and said, "There is not much time left for you. Remember, you are now a ghost, not a person. You should go where you should be, and you will never untie the knot in your heart. It won't be long before you become a ghost. "

"At that time, you will lose all your good knowledge and become a scourge of others."

Actually, when I finished this sentence, I regretted it a little bit, and thought of the evil spirit that was attached to Yunya.

Are all evil spirits bad?