Faced with the anomaly of Erhu Taoist priest and Li Muchu, I chose to escape and hurried downstairs.
Now I need to calm down and find out the reason.
I ran down the stairs, and the hotel owner saw me and said hello politely:
"Let's go have breakfast"
"The buns from the bun shop across the street are delicious. You can go and try them."
"Okay, thank you," I responded casually, but paused when my eyes swept over the boss.
Because the boss has no skin and his flesh and blood is exposed...
After leaving the hotel, I looked up at the morning light, but I didn't feel any warmth in my body and mind, and my thoughts were like a mess.
The hotel owner has no skin, and both Li Muyu and the Taoist priest Erhu have signs of being ghosts in skin... Generally speaking,
The problem doesn't seem to be with them, it seems to be with me.
When we came to the bun shop, the little girl selling buns asked with a smile:
"Hello, what do you want?".
I looked at her almost collapsed body and said dullly, "Just a cup of porridge."
After buying the porridge, I held it in my hand without drinking it. I stood on the roadside like a statue, looking at the passers-by.
My eyes were confused and crazy, and many people cursed and walked away in a hurry.
A small girl suddenly came up to me. She had two pupils in her right eye, and when she spoke, there were numerous totems on her tongue:
"Sir, do you need a pen?"
"This is an imported high-end fountain pen with an affordable price."
She took a step closer to sell, and her rotating pupils and strange totem made me step back.
My body drove me to attack out of hatred for the Pee-ee-Man, but I knew I couldn't do this.
Facing her persecution, I finally ran away.
I got on the bus in hesitation,
I don’t know where the bus will go, but at least it won’t hold me back.
I snagged a window seat during the morning rush hour, while those arriving later were standing room only.
In a crowded environment like a bus, the world in my eyes has once again changed.
Many people don't even have skin, and their flesh and blood are squeezed together.
Someone's skin was squeezed into wrinkles, as if it was about to be torn off.
The man in front of me who was providing the briefcase tore open his skin in an attempt to wrap the girl in front of him with his skin.
The girl in front of her looked in the mirror, picking at her facial features and playing with her face, trying to adjust her face to a perfect state.
Sitting next to her was an old lady. The old lady's skin was very loose, the skin of her calves was hanging on the ground, and the skin folds on her face hung down to her shoulders.
The whole figure looked like melted plastic.
The skin of several middle school students is tightly wrinkled, their wrinkled facial features are distorted, and the skin is too tight to tear and bleed...
The woman in the seat in front of me had double pupils on her neck and kept staring at me...
Even if I don't look at it carefully, everything will flow into my sight.
I leaned my head on the seat, and the child behind me kicked my chair from time to time.
Is the world sick? Or am I sick?
I asked myself in my heart.
Why does everyone look like Peeves, why doesn’t everyone look like a human being?
Why am I the only one who can see this?
Could it be that I really did what the Taoist Erhu said?
Too paranoid, too sensitive... leading to hallucinations?
But if it's an illusion, what's going on with the ghost skin?
Where are Chongtong and Pulaopi?
Ta...ta...a series of kicks came from behind...
I closed my eyes, but the images of those people wearing false skins still came to my mind like a rising tide.
Skins as loose as mud, hypocrites wearing other people's skins like coats... double pupils covered with bloodshot eyes... the Pulao dragon pattern in everyone's mouth... .
Pieces of human skin fill the fragments of my mind, aging human skin, rotten human skin, patched human skin, delicate human skin that can be broken by blowing...
Walls made of countless human skins block thoughts and reason. The walls are constantly oppressing. There is something hidden in each human skin...
Who is Peeves? They're all skinnies!
Who is fake? It's all fake!
Ta...ta...The kid in the back seat is still kicking my seat.
I couldn't control my emotions immediately and couldn't bear it anymore. I turned around and yelled angrily: "Stop kicking!".
My voice shocked the mother and son in the back seat.
People in the bus all looked at me, staring at me with their human skin about to fall off,
That look in my eyes seems familiar...
The little boy who was scolded blushed and immediately kicked him hard: "None of your business!".
"I'll kick!".
The push from my back made me extremely irritable. I suppressed my emotions and said:
"Stop kicking!"
"This is my seat, put your feet down!".
His mother reacted and immediately cursed: "Is there any mistake? He is still a child? What do you care about with a child?"
"Children are naturally very active, so kicking a chair is not intentional."
"You're such a big man, why don't you just give in?"
When the little boy saw someone supporting him, he kicked the chair even more arrogantly: "I won't let him go!"
"No, let's see what you can do."
I twisted around and stared at him, staring at this boy. He also had a slit on his face, and the slit was pitch black.
There is no flesh and blood. If you look carefully, you can see a double pupil hidden deep inside.
The little boy seemed to be just a human skin, an arrogant and domineering human skin, a human skin that was almost the same as the skinned ghost.
When the mother saw me staring directly at the boy, she shouted angrily:
"What are you staring at? What do you want to do?".
"You, an adult, can't get along with a child. What kind of qualities do you have?"
"I have such a treasure in my family. How dare you touch him? Our whole family is at odds with you."
"What a... person."
The Pulao dragon pattern on the tongue is obvious when the mouth is opened and closed.
The inner chaos and impulses are getting more and more swollen, and even the thread that maintains sanity is so tight that it's about to break.
I took a deep breath, covered my eyes, and turned back.
No...they are not...none of them...they are all fake.
Skinny is dead... Skinny is gone... I killed him myself.
Cover your eyes hard, don't think about it anymore, don't look at it anymore... don't go into the details of who is the Pee-peeve...
I warned myself like this several times... Suddenly, there was a not very big, but very annoying force coming from the side of my chair.
My pupils saw that person through the gaps between my fingers. He was a little boy with an empty skin.
He kicked my chair stubbornly: "I'll kick, I'll kick!"
"Why are you staring, one-eyed dragon!".
The dark blood vessels on my forehead and arms stood out. I kept my mind and didn't look at him. I relied on the thin silk thread to maintain my calmness.
However, the boy had no intention of leaving. He kicked the chair again angrily:
"Why don't you just kick the chair?"
"Too much trouble? Are you still glaring at me?"
"What's the use of it? You can hit me if you can? Do you dare?"
"I just like the way you can't stand me and can't kill me."
Even if I don't see it with my eyes, his appearance is still in my mind.
A piece of human skin is arrogant and confident, saying: "Kill me, you can't kill me."
"No matter how much you try, you can't kill me."
