MidReal Story

The Disappearance of Little Stone

Scenario:——我是一个因车祸濒死而复明的普通人。复明后,我获得了“看见鬼”的能力,但我看到的“鬼”均无五官。 刺耳的刹车声撕裂长街。 砰! 剧痛席卷全身,世界陷入冰冷的黑暗之中。 过了不知多久,第一束光出现了。 陈默猛地睁开眼。模糊的白影晃动,渐渐清晰——是天花板。输液管里液体滴落。窗外阳光刺眼。 看见了,他喉咙发干:“医…医生!我...我看见了!我终于能看见了!哈哈哈哈哈哈!你快过来看啊,我终于能看见了,哈哈哈哈哈哈!” 他笑得癫狂。 年轻医生快步进来检查:“瞳孔反射正常,视力恢复了,这是好消息。”他顿了顿,“不过,创伤后可能任然会有……” 刹那间,陈默的笑声戛然而止。 他的目光越过医生肩头,死死钉在病房角落。一个模糊的人影,静静立在窗边。 没有脸。 只有一片空白的平面。 “那…那里有人!”陈默声音抖得厉害,手指僵硬地指着。 医生皱眉回头,看向空无一物的角落。“没有人,陈先生。” 他语气肯定,带着安抚,“是幻觉。你刚经历大创伤,又意外恢复了视觉,神经系统需要适应。好好休息吧。”医生拍了拍陈默的肩膀,离开了。 门轻轻关上。 可无脸人影还在。 陈默闭上眼,深深吸了一口气,再睁开。 无脸鬼影纹丝不动。 一股寒意涌上了他的心头。 不是幻觉!陈默猛地抓住胸口。 就在这时,一股浓烈的悲痛毫无预兆地撞进他脑海里。 “小白兔,白又白,两只耳朵竖起来,爱吃萝卜和青菜,蹦蹦跳跳真可爱!”  “小…小石头?”陈默脱口而出,自己都愣住了。 小石头是谁? 突然,角落的无脸鬼影猛地剧烈波动起来。 悲伤瞬间遍布了陈默的整个大脑,尖叫声、巨大的水花声在他脑子里轰然炸开。 “呃啊——!”陈默惨叫一声,蜷缩抱头。 剧痛间隙,他眼角余光扫向窗外。 惨淡暮色中,住院楼下的花坛边。 两个模糊的无脸鬼影,正笔直地站在那里,无声地“望”着他。 冷汗瞬间浸透了他的病号服。 陈默喘着粗气,强迫自己再次看向窗外。 花坛边,两个无脸鬼影,依旧矗立。 冰冷的目光,穿透玻璃,死死锁住他。 恐惧像毒藤缠绕脖颈,窒息感涌来。 “必须离开这里!” 他挣扎着拔掉手背的输液针头,血珠渗出也顾不上。 踉跄下床,双腿发软,每一步都像踩在棉花上。 他不敢再看角落——那个属于“小石头”的鬼影仍在剧烈波动,悲伤的浪潮持续冲击着他的意识。 跌跌撞撞冲到门边,猛地拉开! “陈先生?” 护士推着小车正好经过,吓了一跳,“你怎么下床了?你脸色很差!” “让开!”陈默声音嘶哑,眼神惊恐地扫视走廊。 还好,走廊空荡,没有灰白影子。 他推开护士,冲向电梯。 “陈先生!你去哪?医生!陈先生跑了!”护士的呼喊声在身后响起。 电梯门缓缓关闭,隔绝了外界。 狭小的空间里,只有他粗重的喘息。 镜面墙壁映出他惨白扭曲的脸。 “叮。” 一楼到了。 门开,医院大厅嘈杂的人声涌入。 陈默低着头,像逃命的困兽,只想冲进人群,冲进阳光里。 他撞开大门—— 夕阳的余晖刺眼。 他眯起眼,贪婪地呼吸着新鲜空气。 安全了? 他下意识地、带着最后一丝侥幸,看向花坛方向。 心脏骤停! 花坛边,空空如也。 它们不在那里了! 还没来得及庆幸,一股更刺骨的寒意从侧面袭来。 他僵硬地、一寸寸地转过头。 医院大门侧边的立柱阴影下。 三个模糊的无脸鬼影,并肩而立。 它们无声无息地“移动”了位置,离他更近! 空洞的面孔,正对着他。 其中一个鬼影的轮廓,似乎比另外两个更纤细些。 就在他目光触及那个纤细鬼影的瞬间—— 又一股截然不同的情绪,猛地扎进脑海! 不是悲伤! 是……浓得化不开的愧疚! 混合着一丝……甜腻又变质的香气? 陈默瞳孔收缩,一个名字几乎要冲破喉咙。 但他死死咬住嘴唇,尝到了血腥味。 不能说! 他不想再经历一遍叫出名字的后果。刚才的剧痛还记忆犹新。 他猛地转身,不顾一切地冲向马路。 拦车!必须立刻离开! 一辆空出租车驶来。 他疯狂挥手。 车子减速,靠边。 陈默拉开车门,一头钻进去,重重摔在后座。 “师…师傅!快走!随便去哪!快!”他声音抖得不成调,惊恐地回头望向医院门口。 司机从后视镜瞥了他一眼,皱了皱眉:“小伙子,没事吧?脸色跟鬼似的。” 车子启动。 陈默瘫在座位上,冷汗直流,心脏狂跳。 他不敢回头。 透过车窗的倒影,他死死盯着医院大门的方向。 三个灰白模糊的影子,静静地站在路边。 它们没有追上来。 但陈默知道,它们“看”着他。 它们会找到他。 无处可逃。 遗忘的债,终究要还。
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——我是一个因车祸濒死而复明的普通人。复明后,我获得了“看见鬼”的能力,但我看到的“鬼”均无五官。 刺耳的刹车声撕裂长街。 砰! 剧痛席卷全身,世界陷入冰冷的黑暗之中。 过了不知多久,第一束光出现了。 陈默猛地睁开眼。模糊的白影晃动,渐渐清晰——是天花板。输液管里液体滴落。窗外阳光刺眼。 看见了,他喉咙发干:“医…医生!我...我看见了!我终于能看见了!哈哈哈哈哈哈!你快过来看啊,我终于能看见了,哈哈哈哈哈哈!” 他笑得癫狂。 年轻医生快步进来检查:“瞳孔反射正常,视力恢复了,这是好消息。”他顿了顿,“不过,创伤后可能任然会有……” 刹那间,陈默的笑声戛然而止。 他的目光越过医生肩头,死死钉在病房角落。一个模糊的人影,静静立在窗边。 没有脸。 只有一片空白的平面。 “那…那里有人!”陈默声音抖得厉害,手指僵硬地指着。 医生皱眉回头,看向空无一物的角落。“没有人,陈先生。” 他语气肯定,带着安抚,“是幻觉。你刚经历大创伤,又意外恢复了视觉,神经系统需要适应。好好休息吧。”医生拍了拍陈默的肩膀,离开了。 门轻轻关上。 可无脸人影还在。 陈默闭上眼,深深吸了一口气,再睁开。 无脸鬼影纹丝不动。 一股寒意涌上了他的心头。 不是幻觉!陈默猛地抓住胸口。 就在这时,一股浓烈的悲痛毫无预兆地撞进他脑海里。 “小白兔,白又白,两只耳朵竖起来,爱吃萝卜和青菜,蹦蹦跳跳真可爱!”  “小…小石头?”陈默脱口而出,自己都愣住了。 小石头是谁? 突然,角落的无脸鬼影猛地剧烈波动起来。 悲伤瞬间遍布了陈默的整个大脑,尖叫声、巨大的水花声在他脑子里轰然炸开。 “呃啊——!”陈默惨叫一声,蜷缩抱头。 剧痛间隙,他眼角余光扫向窗外。 惨淡暮色中,住院楼下的花坛边。 两个模糊的无脸鬼影,正笔直地站在那里,无声地“望”着他。 冷汗瞬间浸透了他的病号服。 陈默喘着粗气,强迫自己再次看向窗外。 花坛边,两个无脸鬼影,依旧矗立。 冰冷的目光,穿透玻璃,死死锁住他。 恐惧像毒藤缠绕脖颈,窒息感涌来。 “必须离开这里!” 他挣扎着拔掉手背的输液针头,血珠渗出也顾不上。 踉跄下床,双腿发软,每一步都像踩在棉花上。 他不敢再看角落——那个属于“小石头”的鬼影仍在剧烈波动,悲伤的浪潮持续冲击着他的意识。 跌跌撞撞冲到门边,猛地拉开! “陈先生?” 护士推着小车正好经过,吓了一跳,“你怎么下床了?你脸色很差!” “让开!”陈默声音嘶哑,眼神惊恐地扫视走廊。 还好,走廊空荡,没有灰白影子。 他推开护士,冲向电梯。 “陈先生!你去哪?医生!陈先生跑了!”护士的呼喊声在身后响起。 电梯门缓缓关闭,隔绝了外界。 狭小的空间里,只有他粗重的喘息。 镜面墙壁映出他惨白扭曲的脸。 “叮。” 一楼到了。 门开,医院大厅嘈杂的人声涌入。 陈默低着头,像逃命的困兽,只想冲进人群,冲进阳光里。 他撞开大门—— 夕阳的余晖刺眼。 他眯起眼,贪婪地呼吸着新鲜空气。 安全了? 他下意识地、带着最后一丝侥幸,看向花坛方向。 心脏骤停! 花坛边,空空如也。 它们不在那里了! 还没来得及庆幸,一股更刺骨的寒意从侧面袭来。 他僵硬地、一寸寸地转过头。 医院大门侧边的立柱阴影下。 三个模糊的无脸鬼影,并肩而立。 它们无声无息地“移动”了位置,离他更近! 空洞的面孔,正对着他。 其中一个鬼影的轮廓,似乎比另外两个更纤细些。 就在他目光触及那个纤细鬼影的瞬间—— 又一股截然不同的情绪,猛地扎进脑海! 不是悲伤! 是……浓得化不开的愧疚! 混合着一丝……甜腻又变质的香气? 陈默瞳孔收缩,一个名字几乎要冲破喉咙。 但他死死咬住嘴唇,尝到了血腥味。 不能说! 他不想再经历一遍叫出名字的后果。刚才的剧痛还记忆犹新。 他猛地转身,不顾一切地冲向马路。 拦车!必须立刻离开! 一辆空出租车驶来。 他疯狂挥手。 车子减速,靠边。 陈默拉开车门,一头钻进去,重重摔在后座。 “师…师傅!快走!随便去哪!快!”他声音抖得不成调,惊恐地回头望向医院门口。 司机从后视镜瞥了他一眼,皱了皱眉:“小伙子,没事吧?脸色跟鬼似的。” 车子启动。 陈默瘫在座位上,冷汗直流,心脏狂跳。 他不敢回头。 透过车窗的倒影,他死死盯着医院大门的方向。 三个灰白模糊的影子,静静地站在路边。 它们没有追上来。 但陈默知道,它们“看”着他。 它们会找到他。 无处可逃。 遗忘的债,终究要还。

Mr. Chen

He is a patient in a hospital recovering from a severe accident. He is determined, anxious, and fragile. After regaining his sight following the accident, Mr. Chen discovers that he can see ghosts without faces. Haunted by these apparitions, he tries to convince doctors that he is not hallucinating. Frightened and scared, he flees the hospital, seeking refuge and trying to avoid these mysterious figures that pursue him.

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Doctor

He is a doctor treating Mr. Chen in the hospital. He is patient, calm, and understanding. The doctor visits Mr. Chen in his room, trying to assess his condition after the accident. Believing that Mr. Chen's vision of ghosts is a result of trauma, he attempts to reassure him while examining his eyes and pupils. Despite being convinced that it's a hallucination, the doctor shows concern for Mr. Chen's wellbeing.

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Driver (of a taxi)

He is a driver who picks up Mr. Chen at the road after the hospital incident. He is observant, cautious, and skeptical yet helpful. When Mr. Chen suddenly enters his car and demands urgent departure, the driver notices Mr. Chen's unusual behavior and tries to reassure him while navigating through traffic to escape the hospital area.

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The car accident happened in the evening.
I was driving home from a friend's party when I saw a red light ahead and slowed down.
However, a black SUV came speeding from behind and crashed into my car.
The impact was so severe that my car was pushed into the seventh lane.
The airbags inflated, and I lost consciousness on the spot.
When I came to, I was in a hospital room.
I didn't know how long I had been there.
The first thing that caught my attention was the sound of dripping water coming from the corner of the room.
It was loud and clear in the otherwise silent environment.
I tried to turn my head but couldn't; my neck was stiff from the accident.
Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of me, gradually becoming clearer.
I could see!
My heart almost leapt out of my chest, and I screamed loudly, "I can see! Doctor! Doctor!"
A young doctor rushed into my room with a few nurses.
He looked at me in surprise, "Mr. Chen, you can see?"
"Yes! Yes!"
I sounded like a madman.
The doctor approached me with his medical cart, "Let me take a look."
He shone his light into my eyes and examined my pupils.
After a few minutes of examination, he said, "Your vision is back, this is good news."
I was still ecstatic; I didn't care what he said or how he sounded.
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My euphoria gradually faded as I noticed something moving by the window.
I turned my head to look and saw a grey, humanoid shape standing perfectly still.
At first, I thought it was another patient or visitor, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized something was wrong.
Where a face should be, there was only a blank, smooth surface.
I blinked hard, hoping it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
The figure remained there, unmoving.
My hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, and I tried to speak but couldn't; my throat felt constricted.
The doctor continued talking about recovery protocols and follow-up appointments, completely unaware of what I had seen.
The figure took one step closer to the bed, and I finally found my voice.
"There's someone by the window!"
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I pointed with a trembling finger.
The doctor turned to look in the direction I was pointing but saw nothing.
The faceless figure slowly raised its arm, extending a grey, misty hand toward me.
My muscles tensed involuntarily, and a strange tingling sensation spread from my chest to my limbs.
The doctor's voice became background noise as my focus locked onto the ghostly figure.
The taxi driver's voice was distant, but I could make out his words.
"Mr. Chen, we're almost there. Do you need anything?"
I didn't respond; I was too engrossed in the scene unfolding outside the car window.
The ghost's blank face tilted slightly, as if it were looking at me through the glass.
Its hand remained extended, beckoning me closer.
I felt a strange pull, as if an invisible force was drawing me toward the figure.
My hand moved on its own, reaching for the door handle.
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I tried to resist, gripping the seat with my other hand until my knuckles turned white.
But the pull grew stronger.
The world around me faded to black as my fingers touched the cold metal of the door handle.