Before long, Father Michael O'Connell had already died, and I slumped on the table, and sighed with relief.
I said: "If possible, give me a quick death, okay?"
I looked at the place where the male ghost was standing.
My heart was like putting down a heavy burden, and although I was about to die, I felt very relaxed.
Everything was over.
After a long time, besides the injuries I had left before, I didn't feel any pain.
Have I already died?
That's too painless, and not even the pain.
I couldn't understand, and turned my head to look at the mirror facing the sky.
But in the mirror, the male ghost was just standing in place, looking at the bloodied Father Michael O'Connell, and said nothing.
Until a rooster's crow came, he turned his head in the mirror facing the sky, and looked at me deeply, and then vanished into thin air.
Leaving me alone, I took about half an hour to get up and call the police.
I gave a statement, and because I really had no motive for the crime, the police didn't believe my ghost stories, but they detained me for seven days, gave me simple treatment for my injuries, and then released me to go home.
Everything was over.
In law, I was indeed not a murderer.
To the ghost, perhaps in the end he didn't kill me, because I gave him the ultimate liberation.
Thinking about the tragedies of these past two years, I couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.
I thought of a sentence, I can ensure integrity, but I can't guarantee that there is no prejudice.
This was originally an era full of prejudice, it was just that we had acted on our prejudice, and constantly released the pleasure on the pain of others, and then we had met a tragic ending.
Father Michael O'Connell abandoned his family and his son from a young age, and was obsessed with evil methods. Even after he wanted to avenge his son, he ultimately used the wrong method, and disregarded his son's true wishes, and ultimately died under the out-of-control soul of his son.
These were the two problems of the ghost's unwillingness to close his eyes.
Why, did you bully him?
Why, did you abandon them?
I once again thought of the words that Father Michael O'Connell had said to me: you can't reason with ghosts.
Can't reason, isn't it precisely because he abandoned his family and his son, and was full of guilt?!
Otherwise, why would the ghost have spared me that day?
I walked on the brightly lit street, and only felt a wave of sadness in my heart. I wanted to express something, but I was limited by my vocabulary, and didn't know what to say, and I'm afraid I could only keep this experience deep in my heart.