Looking at more than a dozen people in the pavilion, I froze on the spot.

It's past eleven o'clock at night, and so many people are crowded in this dark pavilion.

Surprised, I also looked at them carefully.

With the help of dim street lamps, I can only see clearly.

They are very thin, their faces are very yellow, and they don't talk at the moment, just staring at me with a straight face.

It's fine if it's daytime, but it's night now.

And these people, the more I look at them, the more I feel something is wrong.

On this big night, more than a dozen men, women and children squatted in the pavilion in silence.

What's wrong? Be a thief?

Obviously not, because these people don't look like normal people in any way, and some of them are still wearing shroud.

The kind you wear on dead people.

At this moment, I feel a chill in my back.

I couldn't help it, so I went back two steps.

This pavilion is not clean, and the people inside are not even alive.

I wanted to turn around and leave, but at this time, the rain fell.

If you don't take shelter from the rain, clothes covered with incense ashes will soon be wet and washed away.

In this park, there is no other place to shelter from the rain except this gazebo.

But the pavilion is full of dirty things.

I'm scared when I look at it, but I'm afraid to go in ...

Just as I was in a dilemma, there was an old man in a black shroud in the pavilion with a wrinkled face.

He craned his neck and looked at me half-squinting.

Then with a kid's voice, said to me:

"Beggars, look at your poor Brazil, come in and take shelter from the rain!"

Hearing this, my heart is tight again.

Show a little doubt.

He told me to beg?

Is it because of the incense ashes on me and the white porcelain bowl in my hand?

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Think of me as one of his kind?

Although I don't know why I can see dirty things these two days.

But I know that if the rain washes away the incense ashes.

Zhang Qiang, the drowned ghost, must have to suck my sun be the spirit and ask me to be body double.

I hesitated for two seconds, but I stopped thinking and hesitating when I saw that it was raining harder and harder.

Muster up courage, immediately to the old man nods:

"Thank you, thank you ..."

Say that finish, I took a white porcelain bowl, very nervous and walked into the pavilion.

The closer you get, the more hairy your bones are.

Especially when I see those waxy yellow faces, my body is unnatural.

I hung my head slightly, afraid to look at these dirty things.

Just lower their voices:

"I'm sorry, please make way, thank you, thank you ..."

I tried to tell myself not to be afraid and not to panic.

However, when I said these words, my voice was shaking.

The body can't stop shaking.

The gazebo is not big, but after I went in, they made a small space for me.

In the middle of the pavilion, under the stone table.

Just enough to sit down.

I took a white porcelain bowl, just holding my legs and squatting under the stone table.

My body trembled uncontrollably, and my teeth chattered slightly.

Around me, there are all dirty things that shelter from the rain.

I can't imagine that I should be in such an environment.

They didn't communicate with each other, but they all stood still after seeing me sit down.

The feet in the line of sight are all on tiptoe strangely, just like those ballet dancers.

I didn't look at them, but I tensed my nerves and curled up in my corner with trepidation.

I dare not gasp, nor dare I touch them.

Just when I was nervous, the old man asked me in a low voice:

"Beggar, why are you still panting?"

As soon as his voice fell, I felt that the dirty things in the pavilion seemed to turn around.

Look at me squatting under the stone table.

Although I can't see their faces, it makes my heart churn.

Nervous, I quickly argued:

"Just, just died, I haven't got used to it yet, and I haven't changed it yet."

My heart is pinched, and I dare not breathe in.

It was not until a second or two later that I heard the old man say "Oh".

Then the pavilion, once again returned to silence.

I secretly relieved, dare not touch.

It's raining harder and harder outside, and it's "going" all the time.

Although the pavilion was crowded with more than ten people, there was no sound at all.

That kind of dead silence, depressed to the extreme.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain outside subsided and the wind stopped.

I thought, I might stay in this environment for one night tonight.

Outside the pavilion, the sound of "Hua La" suddenly sounded.

Something seems to have crawled out of the lake not far away.

The dirty things in the pavilion, also have the movement, have looked at the lake.

I can't see, just sitting nervously in the middle.

Only after a while, a foul smell suddenly spread around.

Then, a familiar and bitterness voice, suddenly sounded outside:

"Clearly here? Why is it gone? "

Hearing the sound, I trembled all over.

I only felt a tingling in my scalp, and my goose bumps were coming out layer by layer.

But I can confirm that this is Zhang Qiang.

The goods, actually came to me!

I squatted in the middle of the gazebo, didn't dare to make a sound, and stared out.

Through the gap, I can vaguely see Zhang Qiang's half body.

Under the dim street lamp, he's just walking around the pavilion now.

As he walked, he kept reading;

"Obviously here, obviously here, why is it gone?"

“……”

After he read it several times in a row, I heard a splash.

As if something had fallen into the water, it became quiet again.

Zhang Qiang seems to have left again.

However, just when I was secretly relieved.

Let me into the pavilion shelter before the old man's voice, suddenly rang again:

"Beggar, that water monkey just now is looking for you, right?"

Hearing this, I became nervous again.

I didn't answer for the first time.

After a few seconds, the voice asked again:

"Beggars, why don't you talk?

If you don't talk, I'll kick you out in the rain. "

At the same time, the stationary dirty things around have turned around at the moment.

All facing me.

I crouched under the stone table in the middle of the gazebo, and I didn't dare to move at the moment. I was extremely nervous.

If this is really thrown out, the incense ashes will definitely be washed away.

So I can't leave here.

After a pause, I pretended to be calm:

"No, no, I don't."

"Oh!"

The old man replied, and nothing happened.

In the face of my dirty things, they also turned around and continued to turn their backs on me.

Hiding here is simply torture.

I dare not relax at all, so I suffered for another hour or two.

The old man's dumb voice rang again:

"Beggars, the rain is going to stop.

You took shelter from the rain here.

Just leave the bowl and clothes! "

It's not loud, but I can hear it clearly.

And the words sound just fell, a white hand, then directly under the stone table.

Obviously, this is for me to give him the white porcelain bowl and clothes.

But can I give it?

Not now. It's dark.

If I give him clothes and bowls, Zhang Qiang, the drowning ghost, will probably come to me.

But I'm afraid of provoking them. Now get rid of them.

So I can only gently reply:

"Give it at dawn."

But who knows my voice just fell.

The old man is not polite, even some angry way:

"No, give it now! Or I'll kick you out. "

As soon as this statement came out, I only felt a cold around me.

Those dirty things with their backs to me turned around and bent over.

Stretching out white hands, I began to touch me under the stone table ...