Chapter 3 Number 091 - Water Ghost Face (Three)

Ah? Oh... Huh—I still remember his cry to this day. I had never heard him cry like that before. I recall when he entered the factory as an apprentice; there was one time when his hand almost got caught in the machine, yet he did not scream. He remained remarkably calm and shouted to the person standing nearby, urging them to turn off the machine quickly. Everyone in the factory said he was bold and had a promising future. But at that moment, he just sat on the ground, and when he cried out like that, it drew the attention of those around him. Huh—I went over to help him, and as soon as my hand touched his shoulder, I realized that on this hot summer day, he felt cool, like a block of ice. Perhaps I had blocked his line of sight; he looked at me for a moment and gradually calmed down. I helped him up; he lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, becoming completely dazed. My mother and I asked him what was wrong, and he said it was nothing. Later, I thought that at that moment, he must have seen that face again.

Please wait a moment, you keep saying that your brother saw a face

Yes, he saw that face again

That night, after my brother came back, he went to bed very early. The next morning, he also got up quite early. We had breakfast together and talked about what happened yesterday. He laughed and said that he had been seeing things and scared himself. I asked him what he saw, and he said he saw a snow-white face hanging on a tree, looking down at him, or rather, staring at him, with a pair of pitch-black eyes that looked like holes, just staring at him intently. I laughed when I heard this, and my brother shyly laughed as well. We all thought he was just seeing things. I asked him what he saw, and he said he saw a snow-white face hanging on a tree, looking down at him, or rather, staring at him, with a pair of pitch-black eyes that looked like holes, just staring at him intently. I laughed when I heard this, and my brother shyly laughed as well. We all thought he was just seeing things. The park had no lights, and there were security guards on patrol who sometimes shone a flashlight casually, or if someone was smoking, there would be a bit of light. My brother probably just saw things that way. Later, he went to work and came back, and for several days, nothing much happened. My brother started dating that girl again and arranged to meet her in the park. That night... my brother probably just saw things that way. Later, he went to work and came back, and for several days, nothing much happened. My brother started dating that girl again and arranged to meet her in the park. That night... that night he came back early again...

What happened later

The human head... it could also be a head. I have never seen the things he mentioned; he always referred to it as 'face' when he spoke to me.

Yes, he told me that he saw a face

He saw that face again

Next, we went to the hospital. My mother went to register him while I accompanied him. We waited in line, saw the doctor... He seemed to be absent-minded the whole time. The doctor was quite nice, advising him for a while, explaining that this condition is very normal, not embarrassing, and definitely treatable. Then we queued for examinations and so on. While walking in the hospital, he suddenly stopped and stared at a promotional board for a long time, pointing to one of the photos and saying he wanted to see that doctor. My mother and I leaned in to take a look; it was an ophthalmologist, some kind of specialist. While walking in the hospital, he suddenly stopped again, staring at the same promotional board for a long time, pointing to one of the photos and saying he wanted to see that doctor. My mother asked him what was going on, but he didn’t answer and ran off to register. My mother couldn’t catch up with him, so I ran after him, asking what was going on, but he remained silent. He had already registered, and I had no way to stop him, so I suggested we find our mother first and go see that specialist together. While walking back with him, he suddenly spoke up, saying something nonsensical, "I probably have an eye problem." I thought to myself, can one think of registering for an ophthalmologist if there’s nothing wrong? That day, my brother mentioned seeing a pale face, and it suddenly popped into my head, giving me a fright... After that, we found my mother, who nagged at us, and accompanied my brother to see the ophthalmologist. My brother didn’t want us nearby, shooing us away, wanting to see the doctor alone. When he came out, he looked dazed and wanted to register again, this time for... the psychiatric department.

No need, thank you

Isn't it a human head

My brother came back early this time without saying a word, just rushed into his room and locked himself in. At that time, we were sleeping in the same room. Our family is relatively well-off because my father is the office director at the factory, and we have a two-bedroom apartment. The two of them have one room, and my brother and I have another. My parents and I were watching TV when he burst in, slammed the door shut, and no matter how much we knocked, he wouldn't open it. That night, I couldn't get in and had to sleep in the living room. However, I didn't actually sleep for long. His girlfriend chased him to our house, burst in, and started yelling. The neighbors came to see the commotion, and my mother had a hard time calming her down and closed the door to talk. The girl started crying as she spoke. I listened to her rambling for a long time before I finally understood. His girlfriend chased him to our house, burst in, and started yelling. The neighbors came to see the commotion, and my mother had a hard time calming her down and closed the door to talk. The girl started crying as she spoke. I listened to her rambling for a long time before I finally understood. My brother was in the middle of something with her, his clothes half off, when he suddenly left her behind and ran away. Wouldn't that make someone furious? After she finished scolding him, she became worried about my brother. When she heard my mother say that my brother had locked himself in his room, she got anxious and pressed her ear to the door to talk to him. My brother didn't make a sound inside the room. When my father got angry, he shouted for me to bang on the door, and only then did my brother speak, yelling for us not to come in. That kind of shout... it wasn't one of anger, but one of fear.

Gada!

Well, alright. I apologize for interrupting you, please continue

Mr. Li, be careful with the smoke

Later, my mother took that girl to the next room to talk, and then she sent her off properly. I could see that the girl was quite worried, but she still left. After sending her off, my mother turned to us and whispered that my brother probably... probably encountered some sudden problem over there, which is why he abandoned the girl halfway and ran away, and now he has locked himself up. I didn't believe it, but my parents did. They took turns leaning against the door, trying to persuade my brother, encouraging him to see a doctor and whatnot, and they fussed about it for half the night. I didn't believe it, but my parents did. They took turns leaning against the door, trying to persuade my brother, encouraging him to see a doctor and whatnot, and they fussed about it for half the night. My brother got annoyed and yelled again, so everyone went to sleep. The next day, he did open the door, but under his eyes were dark circles, looking like someone who was about to die. My mother was anxious when she saw this, and she asked my father to take my brother's leave, insisting on taking him to see a doctor immediately. The next day, he did open the door, but under his eyes were dark circles, looking like someone who was about to die. My mother was anxious when she saw this, and she asked my father to take my brother's leave, insisting on taking him to see a doctor immediately. My brother agreed as well. That day, I accompanied him.

My brother's condition is not something we want others to know about. We did not go to the factory hospital; instead, we went to a large hospital in the city, which required a long bicycle ride from the factory. At first, everything was fine, but once we reached the city, there was a road right in front of the hospital. At that time, it was still quite rare to see, as there were trees planted on both sides, neatly arranged in two rows. I remember it was summer, and the trees were lush with green leaves, shading half of the road. Sunlight filtered through, creating spots of light on the pavement. Later, I saw a documentary that featured that road; it was known as the famous Lovers' Lane in the city at that time. Couples in the vicinity would go there for walks, just like we did in the park at our factory.

Um, is it Kangxin Road?

Yes, yes! It is Kangxin Road! It was my first time there, and I found it quite fascinating. At that time, our family lived on the factory side; we were originally farmers, built a factory, and became workers, rarely coming into the city. My mother and I both thought it was beautiful, and we slowed down our cycling speed. Then we heard a loud crash... We turned around and saw my brother had fallen. He was riding his bike perfectly well, with no other vehicles around, and he just fell. My mother and I both thought it was beautiful, and we slowed down our cycling speed. Then we heard a loud crash... We turned around and saw my brother had fallen. He was riding his bike perfectly well, with no other vehicles around, and he just fell. The bicycle lay across the road, with half of his leg trapped underneath it, and he was sitting on the ground, looking up with a blank stare. I was not far from him at that time and watched as the color drained from his face, cold sweat oozing from his forehead and sliding down his face. His body was trembling, causing the bicycle to tremble along with him, making a clattering sound against the ground. There was a breeze, and the leaves rustled; suddenly, he cried out. His body was trembling, causing the bicycle to tremble along with him, making a clattering sound against the ground. There was a breeze, and the leaves rustled; suddenly, he cried out.

"Hiss—Hoo—Little brother, do you smoke?"