我一个专门研究鬼神之说的朋友曾经告诉我说：
晚上骑车的话最好不要老是去看自己的车后座，就算要看的话，心里千万不要老是嘀咕诸如“不会有鬼坐在后面吧？”之类的话。
因为鬼往往是伴随着你的恐惧心理而生的，你越是恐惧，它就越是嚣张。
朋友佳泽是一个胆子很大的人，每次看鬼片的时候，他总是在那哈哈大笑。
我对他印象最深的一次是我们一起在看《丧尸出笼》的时候，他居然在那和着番茄酱吃薯条。
有天晚上我们一起喝完酒后他就自己骑车回家了。
在经过我们那里的着名的“死亡角”的时候，他忽然觉得有点冷，那种冷油然而生，就像一股烟一样在他身边萦绕不去。
那个“死亡角”其实是一个在河边的90度的大转弯，一到晚上的时候根本看不清楚路，所以老是有人在那里掉到河里淹死。不过他天生胆大，搓了搓手就继续赶路。
可是偏偏在这个时候他想起，就在前几天这里淹死了一个人，是一个晚上骑车回家的女人。
那天尸体被捞上来的时候他也在那看。他清楚记得那个女人的样貌，很美，比他现在的老婆还美。特别是那丰满的身躯，让虽然只是看到尸体的他当时就浮想联翩，忍不住说了句：要是做我老婆就好了。
可是，她的眼神，那具女尸的眼神，让他感到不寒而栗。
为什么，为什么她的眼睛到死还睁着，并且有一种很空的感觉，空的好象可以把人所有的回忆，所有的思想都吸进去的感觉。
佳泽想：如果这个女还活着，不知道会让多少男人陷进这眼神中不可自拔。
回忆归回忆，佳泽还是继续骑着车，缓缓的经过了那个“死亡角”。
可是忽然他有一种很熟悉的感觉，那感觉似曾相识。
他觉得脖子后面有点凉，似乎有一个人一直坐在他的后坐上对着他呼吸一样。
佳泽转过头去看，却什么都没有。
他忽然想到那个淹死的女人，对，就是她，就是那感觉。
佳泽于是慌乱起来，不会，不会是她坐在我后面吧？
于是他再次缓慢的转过头去，然后他忽然觉得好空，一种一无所有的空；一种冷，一种生无可恋的冷。那种感觉，就好象什么都没有意义了，那个时候，他甚至觉得死亡是一件非常美好的东西。
他勉强的扭过头想跑，可是他感觉到车子却在后退，往那河边退去。
就在这个时候，他忽然看到了家里的灯光。
那灯光让他忽然温暖了起来，那种寒冷的感觉也忽然轻了起来。
就在这个刹那，佳泽拼命的蹬着车子就跑。
一直到家关上门，他才大大的喘了口气。
那以后，他晚上就不再走那条路了，就算是白天，他也能避则避。
我一直不明白一向胆大的他怎么会那么害怕。
直到有一天他喝醉，我和几个朋友拖着他走过那“死亡角”的时候，他忽然惊醒过来，然后对着我们大哭大叫。
原来那天他回到家的时候，发现车子后座上在不停的掉着水，而他衣服的背面上，居然也有一个人形的水渍！
Introduce:My say friend that studies ghosts and gods technically once told me to say: The word that cycles in the evening often had better not see his car backlash, calculate the word that should see, must not such as often talk in whispers in the heart " won't does there is sth fishy sit at the back? " the word of and so on. Because ghost often is companion,be born as your scared psychology, you the more scared, it the more aggressive. Friend beautiful lustre it is the person with a very old courage, see ghost every time piece when, he always bursts out laughing in that. I am to him we are looking together impression is the deepest " funeral cadaver appears " when, he is being mixed in that unexpectedly ketchup eats potato. One day after we drink wine together in the evening, he came home by bike with respect to oneself. In the course the move over there us of the name " dead horn " when, he feels a bit cold suddenly, the sort of cold arise spontaneously, it is like a smoke beside him hover does not go. That " dead horn " it is actually 90 degrees when be by the side of the river turn greatly, arrive in the evening when see not clear way at all, so often somebody is dropped over drown in the river. He is inherent and audacious nevertheless, rub wash one's hands with invisible soap and imperceptible water continues to hurry on with one's journey. But be in unluckily,he remembers this time, be in a few days ago here drowned a person, it is the woman that comes home by bike night. When the body was scooped up that day, he also looks in that. He is clear about the appearance appearance that remembers that woman, very beautiful, more beautiful than his present wife. Especially that plump body, he what although just see a body,let at that time with respect to together of thoughts or recollections flashing across one's mind, couldn't help saying sentence: If do me wife is good. But, her eyes, that provides the eyes of female cadaver, let him feel shudder. Why, why her eye arrives dead to still be being opened, and have a kind of very empty feeling, it is OK to be like for nothing the person all memory, the feeling that all thoughts suck. Beautiful lustre thinks: If this female living still, in knowing to be able to let defect of how many man enter this eyes cannot extricate oneself. Memory puts in memory 's charge, beautiful lustre still continues to driving a car, slowly passed that " dead horn " . But suddenly he has a kind of very familiar feeling, that feeling is like ever was acquainted. He feels to there is a place at the back of the neck cool, like after it seems that a person sits in his all the time, sitting to breathe to him. Beautiful lustre has turned the head goes looking, however whats are done not have. He thinks of that drowned woman suddenly, yes, it is her, it is that feeling. Beautiful lustre then fluster rises, won't, won't be she sits at the back of me? Then he has turned adagio again the head goes, next he feels very empty suddenly, a kind of penniless sky; A kind cold, one kind is born without what can love cold. The sort of feeling, what be like no point, at that time, he feels death is even one
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