Liu Changan patted the back of Qin Yanan's hand and gently pulled his arm out of her arms. He felt something hard on his arm. It was her Jade Goddess of Mercy.
It seemed that even the Jade Goddess of Mercy from Miyin Temple didn't bring her true peace. Liu Changan looked at her doubtfully. "Do you really believe in ghosts?"
Qin Yanan nodded vigorously.
"If a dialectical materialist believes in ghosts, then she has most likely seen ghosts." Most of the time, people wouldn't take Liu Changan's words seriously. They would just think that he was talking nonsense. But on the other hand, Liu Changan could easily find something from the seemingly absurd behavior and words.
"No! I'm just afraid. I believe in ghosts, but it doesn't mean that I have seen ghosts. "Qin Yanan took two steps back and leaned her back against the carriage.
Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan. Qin Yanan's breathing was slightly rapid, but she didn't look like she was lying.
She hadn't seen ghosts, but she believed in ghosts. That meant that she had at least felt the existence of ghosts.
"Ghosts?"
Liu Changan looked at the coffin in front of him and then looked at Qin Yanan.
"You can feel what's in the coffin?" Liu Changan asked curiously.
Qin Yanan was shocked. "Ah, what do you mean … What's in the coffin?"
"Didn't you feel that there's a ghost in the coffin?"
"No!"
She didn't believe it because she felt that there was a ghost in the coffin. Then, what happened that made her feel the existence of ghosts?
Sleepwalking.
Liu Changan felt that the only thing that could be connected at this moment was sleepwalking. Zhu Juntang's description was like seeing a ghost. This also became a label that Liu Changan associated with.
In other words, Qin Yanan didn't think of her sleepwalking as ordinary sleepwalking as she said. She probably thought that she was possessed by a ghost.
She claimed to be a dialectical materialist, so she would definitely believe in scientific explanations. Even though she was distressed about sleepwalking, she should not have thought that she was possessed.
Unless her sleepwalking condition was so abnormal that it could not be explained by sleepwalking.
She lived alone, and Zhu Juntang didn't sleep with her anymore. If Zhu Juntang found anything unusual, she would definitely come to Liu Changan.
Then how did she discover his abnormality? He knew that he was sleepwalking when he was sleepwalking, and he clearly knew his words, actions, and expressions?
The possibility of sleepwalking was very small, but she had installed a camera … Later on, she found out about the strangeness of her sleepwalking through the camera?
This possibility was very high. When he first went to her house, she happened to destroy the surveillance video, which meant that it was most likely not an accident, but she did it on purpose … She didn't want others to see the strange situation when she was sleepwalking, and Zhu Juntang's description was actually the real situation, not the feeling that Qin Yanan's understated explanation gave people.
It seemed that Qin Yanan's computer was a key point, but she probably wouldn't casually agree to let Liu Changan play with her computer, and Liu Changan was too lazy to find an excuse to lie.
If Liu Changan felt that it was not appropriate to do this thing himself, then he would let Zhu Juntang do it.
"The Book of Rites says that all living beings must die, and when they die, they must return to the earth. This is called a ghost." Liu Changan grabbed Qin Yanan's hand, which had subconsciously reached out to grab his arm. He pulled her to the side of the coffin and placed her hand on it. "There's a living person in here, so of course it's not a ghost. At most, it's a zombie."
Qin Yanan's fingers trembled slightly. Even in the hot summer days of Jun Sha, the bronze coffin gave off a cold, almost gloomy feeling. It was as if one had walked into a secluded temple in ancient times. Even if one was wearing thick clothes, one would still feel the cold air enter one's body and shiver.
Qin Yanan's fingertips seemed to tremble for a moment because of the cold, and then they fell down again. What made her somewhat puzzled was that the light and darkness in the carriage did not change, but the painted patterns she saw appeared to be brightening and darkening under her fingertips, showing the beauty of the vivid lines and patterns. In front of her eyes … there were also some other sounds and pictures.
"What a pity, if we had enough time …"
"You still have the mood to think about this?"
"Hurry up and bury her!"
"Look, she is still staring at us fiercely like a little bitch, haha, idiot!"
Qin Yanan could hear a few men speaking in a Kansai accent with a mixture of Chinese and Japanese. There was a hint of ferocity and brutality in their voices, as well as a mixture of courage and firm conviction. Qin Yanan's mind was instantly filled with these words.
What kind of scene was that?
Or it was a very common scene.
One person was going to be sacrificed.
She was dressed in the simple clothes of the local villagers. In order to carry out the mission, her beautiful face was painted red and black, and her hair was messy. She loved cleanliness the most, but she had never washed this coat that she had bought from a fellow villager. It had probably been worn for a whole winter without being washed.
Her eyes were still shining, whether it was blooming with hatred or unwillingness, there was a firm light in them, and her face was full of stubbornness and fearlessness.
She dug a pit in the ground. Her enemy was definitely not kind enough to collect the body of the dead, but he was happy to bury a person alive.
She dug the pit herself, and after a while, she patted it to smooth the soil under it.
She was going to die, and even if she died, she would maintain her dignity, and would not show any ugly struggle or surrender to satisfy their cruel expectations.
"During the time I am away, you must take care, don't die."
But … some things, although he knew it was dangerous, someone had to do it. He did not want to die, but did other comrades deserve to die?
Today, she really had to sacrifice herself, but she did not have too many regrets, because except for herself, countless people's sacrifice had cast the final victory, and it was in front of her. She was also a smear of red in the river of blood flowing in this land.
Unfortunately, she could not see the victory, and she could not see the future of this country … Perhaps the future would not be as perfect as the ideal, but it would definitely be better than the present, and she would never regret the sacrifice now.
Just like life, nothing was beautiful forever, but she would never give up the pursuit of the ideal.
She could no longer see him. Ever since she was young, she had gotten used to relying on him and being protected by him. Even in the most dangerous situations, he would protect her. Perhaps it was because of this that she always felt that she could not die and was not afraid of death.
But she did not expect that one day, he would leave, and she would have to face the most insane scum in human history alone.
She still remembered the youth she saw when she was young, and her uncle pulled him to her side, "He is your brother."
That youth, his features were as clear as if he was right in front of her, and he was probably the only eternal existence.
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