Chapter 3: Burial Clothes
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There are always one or two good friends in your life. No matter what time you call in the morning, you are not afraid of being scolded or hung up, even if the reason for disturbing their dreams is that your potatoes grow hairy or you have a spring dream. Yin Zhou was this person to Lin Yan, with two tufts of messy hair standing on his head, wearing a dirty shirt, and has a paired of confused eyes under his glasses cannot find the focus, because of how long he had spent gaming.
They grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same elementary school, middle school and high school. They were "children of other people's family (1)" in the eyes of their parents. Since childhood, Lin Yan, regardless of how hard he worked, he achieved the high grades that Yin Zhou could have achieved if he didn’t skip class every day. For Yin Zhou no matter how good his grades were, his parents would praise Lin Yan for his diligent and hard work. After the college entrance exam, the two drank farewell wine to celebrate their parting ways. Unexpectedly, Yin Zhou missed half a page when he was writing the math papers, but he still went to the same university as Lin Yan. So the friendship continued with the constant cycle of loving and hating each other.
Later, they majored in different field. Yin Zhou studied electronics and Lin Yan studied history. From then on, there was little crossover with the two majors. Without the pressure of competition, the two of them became much closer, playing games, flirting with girls, talking about politics; there was no end to their activities.
The old place refers to the night bar.
When Lin Yan walked in, he saw Yin Zhou, who was shooting his shot with a girl at the bar counter unsuccessfully. On the verge of losing, he called the girl several times before turning around. As he opened the beer bottle, he widened his eyes and said, "Yo, you didn't responding to any of my phone calls or my messages. Were you on a date?"
After gulping down more than half a bottle of beer in one breath, Lin Yan calmed down and said, "The ghost hit the wall and went around(2)." "The ghost hit the wall?!"Yin Zhou stared at him for a long time, seeing that Lin Yan was not joking, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Ah, if you are sick, get cured quickly, and let this Brother take you to the hospital."
Lin Yan was already in a bad mood because of the strange things, and now he was even angrier. He simply dropped down the wine bottle, supported his hand on the table, and raised his voice to shout at Yin Zhou ear, "I! Encounter! A Ghost"
The voice was so loud that most of the people at the bar heard it. They all turned around and looked at Lin Yan as if he was a monster.
Yin Zhou touched his face and murmured that it was too embarrassing. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said in a daze, "Was it a female ghost? Was it pretty?"
Lin Yan seemed to hear a small "cut" drifting across the bar, and the muscles on his face twitched.
Then Lin Yan recounted what had happened that night in details to Yin Zhou, but he regretted it halfway. The person in front of him obviously looked like he was being fed. The pair of eyes that hadn't been focused for ten thousand years was shining with excitement. When he heard the part of the figure under the street lamp, he rubbed his hands and stammered, "This is too unscientific, or maybe it is too scientific. Tomorrow I will go to apply for a lab. Maybe I can prove a great assumption! "
Lin Yan wanted to smash the beer bottle on his head.
".You seem busy, I will head out first"
Yin Zhou caught him before he walked away and scratched his head: "Alright, alright. I’m just kidding. Have a drink first and we can go back to my place afterwards."
"Let’s be optimistic. If that thing is a man, then you’ve to get rid of him immediately. If it’s a woman, then she definitely will get down on her knees to see what inside your pants."
Lin Yan was actually very grateful to Yin Zhou when he drove him all the way to his house (Yin Zhou house). He thought that unreliable people have unreliable benefits. He could listen to strange things, no matter how weird it is but when he reached his destination, he immediately regretted it. The reason is very simple: Yin Zhou's room was dirty and there is no living person would be willing to step half a step inside it.
The sight that Lin Yan was faced with when he stepped inside the room made him scream inside. It's better to go home and be scared to death by ghosts. God only know how he lives like this. It was a single rental 10 square meter room with rubbish and clothes piled up everywhere on the floor. There were mountains of instant noodle boxes on the table, some of them were being used as ashtrays and there were cigarette butts floating in the murky soup. He had no idea how long they were left there, but they were exuded a rancid rot smell.
The laptop was thrown on the bed, and there was a line of characters moving across the screen. Yin Zhou rushed to take a look, and groaned: "It’s been going on repeatedly. The program has to be changed." After that, he didn’t pay any more attention to Lin Yan. He leaned against the headboard, flipping through his notebook and clicked to stop debugging, tapping quickly on his keyboard with his long fingers.
"There is food in the cupboard. If you get hungry, grab something to eat."
Lin Yan opened the cabinet, one by one to inspected Yin Zhou’s selections. Various brands of instant noodles, vermicelli, pickled vegetables and mustard, a large number of ham sausages that were about to expire… If this guy croaks one day, the number of preservatives in him would definitely help him survive for at least thirty more years. If ancient people had eaten things like this, it could’ve saved conservation historians so much time.
"Do you have any clean clothes? Mine are soaked from the rain. Could you lend me some dry clothes first?"
"There’s some on the ground. Grab those."
After feeling Lin Yan’s murderous glare, Yin Zhou reluctantly got up and slowly opened the wicker basket at the foot of his bed: "Yes, yes, my mother comes to wash my clothes once a week and the clean ones are here."
Then he threw him a T-shirt with a gourd baby printed on it.
You earn so much from your projects yet you still live in a shabby place like this. You don’t even have a washing machine, and that quality of life is catching up with the mice. Aren’t you afraid that your arrogant old man won’t give you money to marry a wife in the future?" Lin Yan took off his shirt, stretched the t-shirt over his head and put it on. With the shirt over his head, he asked in a muffled voice: "Help me find a pair of pants."
Yin Zhou threw his hands up and said with disdain: "You’re being so picky. A person uses so much stuff when they are alive but when they’re dead, they only need a coffin. Why are you paying so much attention to this?” After saying that, he looked at Lin Yan with a smirk: "Xiao Lin is in a good shape, the fitness card is not for nothing."
"You dare to call me Xiao Lin; I’ll show you what a real man is!” Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle that was thrown near the bed, wiped off a handful of cigarette ashes, and smacked his lips.
"Disgusting"
Yin Zhou ignored him and spoke to himself as he flipped through his suitcase. "I remember I had a pair of new pants, where are they… Huh? What is this? Did my mother forget her clothes here?"
This is…
The body was made of red satin, black lining, with loose sleeves that hung down, and there was heavy embroidery around the wrists. Yin Zhou shook it out curiously. Just as he was about to hold it up to compare it to his body, Lin Yan cried out: "Put that down, don’t touch it."
Looking at Lin Yan’s pale face, Yin Zhou also noticed that something was wrong, so he threw the red clothes on the bed.
"These are burial clothes. It’s for the dead." Lin Yan said weakly
Yin Zhou’s face also changed.
"This thing didn't go away, it still here."
Yin Zhou looked around his room, as if to relieve the nervous atmosphere, he laughed twice: “Was this a mistake? How about I call my mother and ask if she left this in here?"
Lin Yan looked at the piece of clothes and said dejectedly: "No need, I believe you."
He was getting angry, thinking that this thing was trying to provoke him no matter what, and now it was involving his friend. He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of him.
For a while, both of them were speechless. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Under the light of the incandescent lamp, the red clothes were laid straight on the bed like paper. Despite its bright color, it was gloomy and had a terrifying appearance. The ancient style and the luxurious fabrics exuded such a cold atmosphere that it was like the sun had never touched it.
Ten minutes later.
Lin Yan picked up the car key on the table. He sighed and said to Yin Zhou: "I’m going back home. This thing is coming after me, staying here will probably hurting you."
Yin Zhou spat out the cigarette ruthlessly: "Don’t give me that bullshit. It would be stupid to go back by yourself, just stay here."
Lin Yan wanted to say something, but Yin Zhou was interrupted him: "We’re close enough that you’re wearing my pants. Won’t I be the one that will have to explain what happened to your parents if something happened to you? Don’t make trouble to me. We’ll talk about this in the morning."
After searching under the bed for a while Yin Zhou found another notebook and handed it to Lin Yan: "Do you think a ghost would be able to scare us to death? Hurry up, let’s kill Dota!"
Lin Yan was silent for a while, vigorously opened his notebook, and said with a smile: "You asked for it, I won’t go easy on you!"
The light was flickering and diming and the room became more and more gloomy. Lin Yan knew instinctively that something was staring at him somewhere in the room. Maybe it had a pale face, wrapped in red burial clothes, and saying sorrowfully: Your death is approaching.
Lin Yan thought that this must be the weirdest night in his 22 years of life. Once the sky begins to get bright, things will be over by dawn.
The red burial clothes were like a long, stiff corpse lying on the bed, the sleeves folded across the front as if to remind him that this was only the beginning.
(1)别人家的孩子: “别人家” means “other families,” and “孩子” are “kids.” Literally translated as “other people’s kid,” this term actually refers to those who have been excellent in many aspects (especially academic performance) since childhood and are often mentioned as role models by other parents to spur their own kids to work harder.
(2) 鬼打墙：Ghosts hit the wall, also known as ghosts building walls and ghosts covering their eyes. Traditionally, folk people say that they get lost on the road alone at night or in the suburbs and cemeteries. There are also mountain climbers who say that similar ghosts happened during the day when walking in the mountains The experience of hitting the wall [1]. The term "ghost hits the wall" is now extended to mean spinning around one thing and repeating it over and over again. (Wikipedia)
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