The person is small but the ghost is big 1817

  The nurse on night rounds heard a child's shrill cry of rage and hurried downstairs to Cheng Chou's room.

  The nurse had just pushed open the door of the ward when she saw the little Hua Xia person rushing towards a black shadow, and the black shadow that was crouching on the bed suddenly jumped out of the window glass two meters away?!

  The child then rushed to her father's side, shouting loudly in a language she couldn't understand, and slapped his cheeks hard. The nurse, who found this strange, only then discovered that the Chinese man had a bright red face, eyes wide open, but was completely motionless.

  "Mr. Cheng? Mr. Cheng?" The nurse rushed to the bedside and immediately saw the deep finger marks on Cheng's neck, checked his breathing, and pressed the emergency call button before starting first aid on him.

  Other nurses who heard the bell rushed over, and while trying to pull away the little ghost clinging to his father's body, the nurse doing first aid on Cheng Zhou turned around and shouted at the running nurses: "Quickly call the police! Someone is trying to kill this patient!"

  One sentence instantly threw this quiet hospital into chaos.

  Chun Xiang woke up from her deep sleep due to the cold and in the darkness, her hands habitually went to touch her husband's warm body.

  There is an empty space beside me. Even the sheets are cool.

  "Kazuhiko?" Haruka called out in a hazy, soft voice.

  No one responded.

  It's really too cold. She, who was used to being pampered, couldn't bear to fall asleep in this chill and had to get up to turn on the desk lamp to look for the air conditioner remote control.

  Looking at the temperature displayed on the remote control, Chun Xiang let out a sigh and adjusted the temperature from 28 degrees to the highest 30 degrees.

  The woman sat with her quilt for a while, feeling that the warm room seemed to have taken effect, and reached out to turn off the table lamp to prepare for sleep again.

  "Crack."

  A moderate-sized door closing sound came from the living room outside.

  Who? And Hiroshi?

  Chun Xiang reopened the desk lamp and sat up, taking a look at the time as well.

  11:20

  It's strange, when did she fall asleep? How could I forget? Chun Xiang pressed her forehead, subconsciously trying to recall the memory.

  She still remembered that dinner was eaten with He Ping and Hsiao Ming, who suddenly ran over. Then Hsiao Ming pulled He Ping into the study room, she didn't know what they were talking about, then...

  Chun Xiang couldn't recall anything after that.

  "Kazuhiko, is that you?" After waiting for a while and seeing no one enter, the woman couldn't help but sit up and softly call out in the direction of the door.

  No one answered.

  "Bang", as if something had been knocked over.

  "Kazuhiko?" Haruka hadn't even noticed that her current voice was barely louder than a mosquito's hum.

  She spat into the spittoon and hesitated for a moment before throwing off her covers and getting out of bed.

  The living room should be Kazuhiko, not anyone else. After all, this is a high-end apartment building that is managed and guarded 24 hours a day, so thieves shouldn't be able to sneak in easily. Haruka patted her chest to comfort herself.

  After leaving, she wanted to ask He Ping where he went after dinner and what time he fell asleep. And what exactly did that nosy Xiu Ming say to him?

  She put on her fluffy slippers, tied up her robe, smoothed out her hair, and walked to the door, opening it quietly.

  As soon as the door opened, a faint scent of lamp oil wafted into nostrils.

  That disgusting smell again. Chun Xiang wrinkled her brow. She didn't like the smell of lamp oil, it reminded her of cheapness and poverty.

  The living room was dimly lit, not completely dark, with some indicator lights on electrical appliances playing a role.

  There is nobody. Not even one person.

  No, there is something. A figure is struggling to get up from the floor in front of the sofa.

  "Kazuhiko..." Spring fragrance's call trailed off.

  That black shadow was like her husband yet not like him, his swaying and unstable body seemed as if he had drunk too much wine.

  The figure shook his head and looked up at the person who called him.

  Chun Xiang took a step back, her pupils gradually enlarging.

  A pair of red eyes gleaming with a faint light stared at her tightly.

  In the dimly lit space, the man's face looked so peculiar.

  "Hehe!"

  The man's mouth split open, revealing sharp white teeth, as if he had seen a long-awaited gift, and laughed with joy.

  "Hiro...kazu..." The "kazu" character became a tremolo and disappeared from Haruka's mouth.

  "Chun Xiang..." The man seemed to have recognized her.

  "......it was me." Chun Xiang wanted to smile, but the muscles on her face seemed to stiffen and were no longer under her control.

  "It's you...... I've been waiting for a long time...... Hehe."

  The man walked unsteadily towards Chun Xiang, laughing as he went. He seemed extremely pleased.

  "What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?" The ridiculous woman still trying to deceive herself.

  The smell of kerosene seems to be getting heavier and heavier, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of oil into the living room.

  "Kazuhiko, did you buy kerosene? We don't use the heater at home." The woman kept talking as if that would dispel her fear.

  "Kerosene... Kerosene... Kerosene!"

  The two words "lantern oil" seemed to greatly stimulate the man. Originally expressionless and red eyes suddenly added emotions.

  Fierce and hateful crazy feelings!

  "Kōko..." A name slipped out of the man's mouth.

  "What are you talking about? Whose name are you calling out?" The woman shrieked. She never thought she would hear that name, which she wished to throw into the depths of hell, from her husband's mouth again.

  "What's wrong with you! What's wrong with your face!" Spring Fragrance's shriek was accompanied by sobbing.

  It was originally a human face, but as the man approached, it gradually twisted and bulged. The bright red eyes slowly protruded outward, and the skin around the eyeballs burst open due to the pressure, but strangely, no fresh blood flowed out. The cracked and swollen flesh took shape on his face, as if that was what his face had originally looked like.

  "No... don't come over! Don't come over! Ahhh!"

  Unable to believe her husband's transformation, Chun Xiang let out a sharp cry and retreated backward until she bumped into the bedroom door and tumbled inside.

  "Yoshiko..." The man stopped in his tracks, as if thinking or recalling something.

  But he soon stopped thinking and turned his head towards his goal.

  Chun Xiang had been scared stiff and couldn't even stand up, but despite this, she still made an effort to lift her upper body and try to close the bedroom door.

  "Heh heh!" The man seemed to find the woman's behavior amusing, and he raised his hand to touch his own face, a cruel glint of bloodlust flashing in his eyes as he walked unsteadily into the bedroom.

  Where is this?

  A dimly lit space, an unclear road, makes Cheng Zhou's footsteps hesitant.

  How did I end up here? I clearly remember being in the hospital...

  Memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

  Ah...

  "Ah!"

  Chengzhou let out a loud cry and covered his own neck. He remembered! The black shadow had choked him, he couldn't breathe at all. The black shadow's strength was so great it seemed to want to choke his neck off.

  But... doesn't it hurt? It doesn't hurt at all? Cheng Zhou touched his own neck repeatedly.

  Was that black shadow just my illusion? Or... or have I already died?

  His legs went soft and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  It turns out that all the legends are true... When people die, they really have souls.

  Will Ox-Head and Horse-Face come to show me the way soon?

  Cheng Zhou's eyes went blank as he stared at the empty space in front of him, motionless. He had never felt so defeated before.

  Heavenly Father, isn't that too unfair?! I haven't lived enough yet, how could you arbitrarily send me to the Yellow Springs Road?!

  I don't dare say I've made any great contributions in this life, but at least I haven't committed any crimes or done anything morally wrong, have I? Is it really true that good people die young and bad people live for a thousand years? Then what's the point of me being honest and doing my part all my life?

  Even if you want me to die, at least let me get married and have a family first. You can't just let me go as easily as I came, that's too much!

  I don't want to die as a virgin!!!

  Woe is me! I haven't even had time to write a will yet!

  What about the deposits in my bank? Are they just going to be swallowed up by the bank for nothing?

  And what about the 1,000 yuan I hid in a shoe box for emergency use? Will it be thrown away like trash by my mother?

  The lottery ticket I bought before is still stuck in the dictionary, if I win the jackpot won't I be thrilled to death?

  And this month's salary and year-end bonus haven't been paid yet. If I die like this, won't our company be getting off cheap?

  No, no, no! Heaven, I don't want to die! I haven't had a full Manchu banquet, haven't finished watching the Superman prequel series, haven't traveled around the world, haven't been to Disneyland... and I still have a son to raise!

  Heaven, you not only let me die young, but also made me die in a foreign land, and even die from murder! Do you still have any sense of justice?

  I don't want to die like this! I'm not reconciled!

  Grandma's, if I had known I would be harmed by someone, I should have worn red underwear to sleep. This way, even in death, I can become a vengeful spirit and return to the world of the living for revenge!

  No! I don't want to die like this! I want to go back! I want to find that bastard who strangled me and settle the score! I'll make him taste the terror of Cheng Yun becoming a ghost!

  Cheng Chou's face was filled with indignation as he suddenly stood up, clenched his fists and turned around to head back.

  "Chengzhou——! Chengzhou——!"

  In the distance, a faint call came, but Cheng Chou, with his anger burning three thousand feet high, didn't hear anything. With strides as vast as the Milky Way, he charged forward, not caring what lay ahead.

  "Chengzhou! Stop right there!"

  A sharp childish voice sounded behind him, and his sleeve seemed to be pulled by something.

  Cheng Zhou furrowed his brow. Immediately, a look of sorrow appeared on his face. He turned around, lowered his head and looked at the small figure by his side, letting out a deep sigh, saying:

  "I didn't expect that bastard wouldn't even spare a kid like you. Come on, wait till I take my revenge, then I'll bring you to reincarnate."

  The kid rolled his eyes, threw off the hem of his clothes, puffed out his chest and said, "Who says I'm dead? You big fool! I've come to take you back home, you big idiot!"

  "What did you say?" Being called a fool and an idiot by this little brat is really annoying.

  "Walk further ahead and it'll take a lot of effort for me to bring you back. I don't want to get into trouble when I'm still just a kid!"

  "You said... if we go further forward, we won't be able to come back? I remember it seems like I came from that road." Cheng Zhou pointed to the road behind him and started to get confused.

  "Are you familiar with this place or am I familiar with your place? Come with me." The child stretched out his hand to pull Cheng Zhou, turned around and walked back the way they came.

  Cheng Zhou chuckled and shook his head, "From the way you're talking, it sounds like you often come here. It's really laughable how kids talk big without being afraid of being laughed at. Hey, where are you taking me? I haven't gotten my revenge yet, and I don't want to let go of such a good opportunity."

  "What chance? What good chance?" The child was puzzled.

  "What a great opportunity to be a ghost. Think about it, if I can go out and take revenge as a ghost, not only will I not get hurt, but no matter what I do, there won't be any evidence left behind, the police will absolutely never think it's me who did it." Cheng Chou showed his teeth in a sly smile.

  The child stopped in his tracks, stared at him for a long time, and muttered: "Is it that humans are too complicated, or does this person belong to the category of being incomprehensible?"

  "What did you say?" Cheng Zhou was very excited about his own idea. Since he knew he could go back, why not make good use of this opportunity to be a ghost? How many people in the world have such a good chance?

  "I said," the kid's eyes rolled, "you want revenge, right? I'll take you there."

  "Do you know where the murderer is?"

  "Come with me, then. Let's make one thing clear: you won't regret it later."

  "Regret? How is that possible. Hehe, just watch me take revenge on him!" Cheng Zhou's mind was filled with thoughts of opening and closing the doors and windows, making hot water turn cold, making knives and forks fly in the kitchen, and blowing cold air on the back of the killer's neck to scare them half to death.

  If he knew what he would be facing next, perhaps he wouldn't have followed his son with such a foolish and cheerful expression...

  Cheng Zhou was pulled by a little boy until the child stopped and pushed open a door.

  Huh? How come I didn't see a gate on this road? Where did it pop out from?

  A faint light came from inside the door, and Cheng Zhou looked at the child curiously, sticking his head into the open door.

  Inside the door was a room, a lavishly decorated yet elegant bedroom. A faint glow emanated from the bedside lamps placed on either side of the large double bed in the center of the room. Cheng Chou felt as if he were now looking down from the ceiling.

  Two figures sat and lay on the pink bedspread.

  The snow-white and tender thighs proved that the person lying down was a woman.

  And the one kneeling down, from his suit it's clear that he is a gentleman.

  The man now appears to be leaning down and kissing the woman's neck, her legs are crossed and rubbing together, and she is letting out a weak moan.

  Cough, Cheng Zhou's face turned red. He didn't expect to see the real deal/making out scene. Although it was just foreplay, it was enough to make his heart thump.

  He didn't dare look again, hastily withdrew his head, and turned around to glare at the little ghost, scolding in a low voice:

  "Aren't you supposed to take me to the murderer? Why did you bring me here to peek at someone... that. And how did you open this door?"

  "Take another look." The child interrupted his inquiry bluntly.

  Take a closer look... this one, isn't it a bit too much?

  Cheng Zhou thought this as he involuntarily stuck his head in again. After all, no one could see him; he was a ghost now.

  The man was still passionately kissing the woman, who moaned and flailed her limbs as if struggling against the overwhelming sensory stimulation.

  The man's head gradually moved down.

  Chengzhou's face turned red as he secretly glanced at the woman's face.

  Wait! Isn't this...?

  When he saw the woman's neck was a bloody mess and fresh blood flowing from it, Cheng Chong couldn't help but let out a loud cry of surprise.

  Before the sound came out of his mouth, Cheng Chou immediately covered his own mouth with his right hand. But it was too late, the man on the bed seemed to have felt something and slowly raised his head.

  How can he hear my voice? I'm a ghost now.

  The man's head slowly turned around, as if to determine the surroundings. Suddenly, the man's movements stopped, and he abruptly raised his head towards Cheng Zhou's direction.

  A pair of deep red eyes met his.

  "Ah!"

  "What's wrong?" The child stretched out his hand and patted him.

  Cheng Chou this time really shouted out loud. Familiar dark red eyes, but that face was wrong!

  That face can't even be called a human face! Cheng Zhou's heart skipped a beat, his legs softened, and with the child's perfectly timed pat, he let out a loud cry as he tumbled from outside into the room.

  It fell right on the man's leg.

  Chengzhou had never moved so quickly in his life, before the man's palm could reach him, he flipped over and rolled off the bed, not even bothering to check if the woman on the bed was dead or alive, and rushed towards the door.

  Am I already a ghost or something? How can he still see me? What's going on with his face? I remember seeing him before I died and he clearly had a human face!

  A gust of wind swept past him, and Cheng Chou suddenly stopped in his tracks.

  The man with a mouthful of blood around his lips blocked his way, if the cracked and swollen rotten gash could still be called lips.

  "You... interesting thing..." The man with accelerating facial decay and putrefaction stepped closer to Cheng Chou.