Chapter 1: Umeyo

I can see the hell.

This is my secret, or, when I know that I remain silent on this matter, it becomes my secret.

When I was a child, I didn’t understand, but I just found that I could always see people that others could not see and what others could not hear.

People around me just think that I have read too many fairy tales and talk nonsense, and no child has a fictitious friend in his mind.

This situation continued until I was in middle school. I cried and told my mother that I had either eyes or brain problems. Then she told me about the ghost.

It turns out that not only I can see it, but my mother can see it too.

In fact, my mother's mother and mother can see it.

Although not every female member has the ability, this is indeed a family inheritance that cannot be explained by science and materialism.

Generation after generation, this inheritance is passed down between mother and daughter.

Some things can be learned by my mother, some require me to practice, and some can only be accumulated with time.

The two most important things are: one is to keep silent about this matter, and the other is to keep it normal.

I remember it in my heart. Although there are bumps and bumps, I finally lived in peace with this mysterious family and grew up and matured.

Today, I am submerged in a city with a population of tens of millions and become an ordinary middle school history teacher.

No one pays attention to me and will not associate me with ghosts.

No ghosts pay attention to me, and they will not associate me with others.

But there are always accidents in life.

On the eve of Qingming Festival, the school organized students to visit their graves.During this kind of activity, students reach a tacit understanding, either they are sick or their families are sick.

However, the principal was wise and powerful. He came up with an idea to not go to the famous martyrs' cemeteries to commemorate the martyrs, but chose the Wenchang Cemetery in the remote suburbs of the city.

Wenchang Cemetery is not very famous, but it has a century of history. The key is that many modern literati and poets are buried here.

The principal half persuaded and half intimidated. Everyone was so hard to study. I saluted and said hello to the ancestors. Maybe I could make a connection with them and bless everyone to study smoothly and perform well in the exams.

This has captured the students' life, and everyone's enthusiasm has been mobilized. They are both making white flowers and writing elegy couplets. Several people even plan to hold a ritual with the cemetery.

I have only been working for half a year. Although the place I don’t want to go to in my life is the cemetery, for such a big event, at least two or three teachers in each class must watch it, and no one can hide.

Wenchang Cemetery is located in the northern suburbs of the city, facing the lush Lingshan Mountain, with its back on the Changlongpo halfway, and the Lingshui Canal passes around the foot of the mountain. It is a beautiful place.

The sun is bright and it is a spring day with a great weather.

Yellow forsythia flowers dot on the green lawn on the hillside, and a large area of ​​forget-me-nots bloom in the breeze.The marble steps are solemn and quiet surrounded by pine, cypress, lawn and flowers.

Hundreds of students were immediately infected by the atmosphere here and became quiet.

The cemetery administrator first organized everyone to come to the auditorium and spent a whole morning visiting the past and present life of Wenchang Cemetery.

In the past, this place was just a tangled grave with weeds and bones everywhere. After several expansions and renovations, ancient and modern buildings were complemented by pavilions and towers, and finally turned into a garden-style Feng Shui treasure land.

Without surprise, the students listened the most seriously, but they were the burial place for those literati, poets, and dignitaries.

After lunch, the principal waved his hand and let everyone choose the people to pay tribute.

Because the memorial area of ​​the cemetery is divided into many courtyards according to flowers, grass, trees and tower burials, the students also scattered, laying flowers, burning incense, and burning paper, and having a serious time, it was a great time to have fun.

Without any surprise, as soon as I entered the cemetery, I saw ghosts floating around, thin, sloppy, ragged, walking on the side of the building and the shade of trees, sometimes walking slowly, sometimes hiding and sometimes evasive, walking around the crowd, and jumping onto the students from time to time.

In order not to attract attention, I either lowered my head and looked at the introduction of the cemetery in my hand, or looked at the students and followed them around to ensure that these students were safe, and had an accident for no reason.

Several energetic and energetic students came to the edge of the cemetery while fighting.

It is surrounded by a low wall, with rusty iron railings on it.

A small path winds along the mountains, and in the vast areas of hemp, weeds and thorns, gravestones of various sizes and shapes stand.

This grave has been forgotten for a long time, or simply disappeared under the soil of the wasteland.

Although the intersection clearly indicates that tourists should not cross this world, for half-large young people, they must go over and take a look.

Sure enough, someone suggested finding a bone to scare people. I tried my best to stop it, but they were still led into a sparse forest.

When the administrator introduced it just now, he mentioned that this place was planned as part of the cemetery a long time ago and became a government nature reserve.

However, the Planning Bureau and the merchants believe that the renovation is too expensive, and this forest is located in a cemetery that is almost unpopular. All design plans have been shelved and are waiting for the current Wenchang Cemetery to consider renovation when it is saturated.

Therefore, despite the overgrown weeds, the cemetery survived and remained the same.

Just then, I saw him.With a slight electric current, it passed through my heart.

I blinked, and at first I thought it was sunshine, mist and shadows, but he was there, standing under a tree, frowning at the students who were searching for them on the ground.

This is very strange. You must know that I have been able to see them since I was a child, and have been dealing with these dead people all my life, or almost the rest of my life, but no one gave me this special feeling.

Something must have happened, but I don't know what it is.

From his tight pursed lips and disgusting eyes, I knew we were disturbing his peace.

However, when I saw such a strange man for the first time, even though I was secretly yelling in my heart, I still couldn't pull away the gaze that was staying on him.

This man is slender, about the early thirties, with a clean and fair face, and his angular facial features are wise and cold.

He was wearing a three-piece suit vest and his black leather shoes were polished brightly. From his meticulous hairstyle, it can be seen that he was a typical outfit during the Republic of China period.

It seemed as if I could feel my gaze, and he suddenly turned his head and looked in my direction.

I was shocked and quickly turned my head aside, my heart pounding, afraid of looking at him and revealing my secret.

I pretended to be busy and called on the students to leave quickly.Not only are they leaving these lonely ghosts trapped in the secluded world, but also this forgotten cemetery.

I should say the entire cemetery!

Seeing the grave-sweeping and worship activities coming to an end in the noisy and peace of mind of the students, I didn’t expect that something happened before leaving.

A student's grandmother had just passed away and was accidentally buried in Wenchang Cemetery. When she saw her granddaughter, she decided to take the school bus with her granddaughter to return to school.

Not long after, the old lady found that I could see her, so she followed me and shouted.

This is why I have to pretend to be invisible or hear, because once I am plagued by ghosts, it will be endless.

It’s not that I’m afraid of these souls, but they are dead. The dead belong to another world, not staying here, nagging and complaining in my ears that their children don’t come to see her.

After returning to school, I could only stay in the office and pretend to work overtime. I waited until everyone left the building, and then convinced the old lady to leave.

After a few hours of hard work, the old lady finally went to the place she should go.

When I got home at night, I couldn't wait to slide into the steaming bathtub, hoping that the bubble bath could perform miracles and relieve the soreness and tension of my neck and shoulders.

At first, when the body was immersed in hot water, the skin was slightly tingling.Fortunately, I quickly adapted to the water temperature and my body floated lightly in the bathtub. The slippery foam mixed with the fragrance, relaxing and pleasant.

I sighed comfortably, massaged myself from the base of my neck, then extended to my collarbone, and slowly kneaded my thumb, accidentally stroked my plump breasts, rubbed it to my nipples, and felt a trembling heart.

For a long time, the opposite sex is absent, and I seem to have skin hunger and desire caress and touch.

If you encounter bad spirits, tiredness and fatigue, you will feel even more helpless.

It is too risky to have a one-night stand during the show. Cuteness requires trust. No one can trust me to reveal my secrets, and no one can mind me hiding my secrets.

The reason should be that I lack security since childhood.This also makes my sex life solveable by myself.

I don't mind, after all, the pleasure I get in my fantasy at least makes me feel like I am a normal person.

Especially the newly bought little rabbit can also swim, so I can take the opportunity to try the quality, so I immediately decided to enjoy it in the bathtub.

It was not until the incense and candles in the bathroom were about to burn out that I reluctantly grabbed the edge of the bathtub and pulled myself out of the water, groping and picking up the towel on the shelf, and wiping off the water from my face.

When I opened my eyes, a tall and transparent man suddenly appeared by the sink. I was so scared that I screamed in shock. I couldn't help but fall and lie in the bathtub, splashing countless water, but he was unmoved.

I recognized him, the man standing under the cemetery tree.He was still dressed in the afternoon, with his thick black hair hanging down his forehead, just stroking his hair aside, and his deep black eyes looked at me intently.

Hell!I whispered.