So it's not so easy for you to find out something here. It took me about ten minutes to walk the entire Fushou Street, and this was still on the premise that I didn't stop at all. At the end of Fushou Street was a small road, with tall juniper berries planted on both sides, and I didn't know where the road led, and I felt cold, wondering if I should continue to lean forward.

I walked between the two juniper berries and looked to the side, and instantly felt my scalp tingle again. I admit that I was careless, I was stupid, really. I just knew that Fu Shou Street was in the funeral business, and that was enough to make me feel uncomfortable. But I didn't know that the back of Fushou Street was actually a cemetery, how could the neat tombstones in front of me not make me feel cold, even if it was still not time at this time, I still felt that the sun was not warm enough.

I took a small step back and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my mind. Practical thoughts, this place is really prone to weirdness. Chang Wei said that it was in Wuli Lane, and Fushou Street was full of shops, so he couldn't hide from anything. But this cemetery is different, it is simply a hideout specially set up for it.

If you want to know how Chang Wei is now, in addition to waiting, the best plan is to go into this cemetery and ask. I have a photo of Chang Wei in my mobile phone, and I can ask the staff if I have seen Chang Wei, which is also a clue. As for the monsters or something, I don't think about it for the time being, because I don't plan to use my nose in this place, for fear of falling into the psychological shadow.

I had made up my mind, and it was about two o'clock in the evening, and the sun was hanging high. It's bright in broad daylight, what am I afraid of. Besides, buddy is a monster, and there are no ghosts in this world, and even if there is, I can pick it up. After all, in the past, when I talked about this kind of rhetoric, I was in a relatively comfortable environment, and it was inevitable that there would be a bit of a discount when I stood outside the cemetery and then did psychological construction.

I walked forward slowly, and after a while, I saw a torii, which should be carved in stone, with three big black characters on it: Fuze Garden. After entering, it was also quiet, the road was spotless, all sides were full of tall green pine trees, as for the rest of the movement I did not listen to anything, not to mention the human voice, even the birds were not served.

And I suddenly felt a little strange, I looked at the map before I came, although I didn't have any concept of Fushou Street, and I was even more confused about the Fukuzawa Garden that suddenly appeared. But I can assure you that this plot on the side of Fuxing Road is definitely not a remote place. On the contrary, there are many business districts nearby, which means that this should be regarded as a relatively middle location in the Rongcheng urban area.

But why is there a cemetery in such a geographical location? And this cemetery is indeed not marked on the map, is it deliberately done by the person who made the map, or is there another reason. As I walked, I thought about it, and when I walked on the path in the cemetery, I couldn't see the tombstones. Directly opposite is a small building, like an office building, but it is quite old.

And there is another building at the back of the office building, which is more like a temple, because I can see the cornices on the roof. But on second thought, there must be no temple in this place. The temple-like place was supposed to be a ossuary for the ashes of the deceased. Some people will buy a cemetery for the deceased to be buried in the grave, but others choose to store it in the ossuary and worship it every year.

In front of the office building, I finally saw some people, all of them with empty expressions, some of them were staff, some of them came to pay their respects. He also spoke softly, as if walking into this place was like a seal, which would temporarily seal the other side of the person.

Naturally, no one will greet me, and as long as I don't take the initiative to ask, no one will come to me. Thinking of this, I walked up to a staff member, found a photo of Chang Wei and handed it to him, "Hello, may I ask, have you seen this person in the past two days?"

The man nodded at me, then took the phone and looked at it for a while, and asked carefully, "Who is this?"

"He's a friend of mine, and we made an appointment from out of town to commemorate an old friend, but I missed the time, and I can't contact him today, and I don't know if he came beforehand. ”

The man looked at the photo again and thought about it carefully, "I'm sorry, I don't have an impression, I guess I haven't seen it, you can ask someone." ”

"Excuse me. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Put away the phone and go inside, this person shouldn't lie to me, Chang Wei's appearance and temperament are relatively outstanding, this place is not a busy city, and there will not be a lot of people every day. So as long as he has seen Chang Wei, he will definitely have an impression. But he carefully confirmed it twice just now, and he still felt that he had no idea, which meant that either Chang Wei didn't come, or Chang Wei didn't come in a normal way.

It was already nine o'clock when I contacted him last night, and he was just about to set off to find his target, and by the time he sent me a message telling me that the target was in Wuli Lane, it was about two or three o'clock in the morning. Such a time must not have come by normal means. So pressing last night doesn't count, I can only say that this person hasn't seen Chang Wei during the day today, so where did this old brother go.

I walked past the office building, and the building behind it was indeed the place where the Spirit Bone Tower was kept, but it was actually a large storage cabinet, and it was impossible to hide people or monsters. I turned around and walked to the side, and the road used to be the cemetery, but the cemetery was planted with a lot of tall trees, so from the outside it was a small forest, and I didn't think that there were all tombstones under the trees.

These trees divide the cemetery regularly, like a labyrinth, but in fact, as long as you identify a direction and walk to the end, you will definitely be able to get out of the cemetery, after all, Fukuzawa Garden is not big, so you don't get lost here.

I scanned the surroundings as I walked, not looking at the words on the tombstones, after all, I had little interest in the seniors of Rongcheng. Occasionally, you will see a bouquet of flowers in front of a tombstone, which should have been worshiped today. Occasionally, one or two people passed by me, but we were silent about each other.

And so, as I went deeper and deeper, I even felt like I was about to reach the edge of the cemetery. Sure enough, after walking for a while, I came to the edge of the forest, where several layers of trees were planted, directly forming a green wall, of course, mainly for the effect of shading.

I slipped to a trash can and pulled out a box of cigarettes from my pocket, which I had taken to the living room at noon. I took it apart and shook one and dotted it. If you don't smoke for a few days, you will get dizzy and your body will not be comfortable. But at this moment, in this place, I feel extremely cordial and relaxed, and Sur will forgive me.

I was swallowing the fog beautifully, and suddenly I heard a voice, that kind of, whimpering, but not so loud. Or rather, sobbing, the feeling that a child struggles to control when he doesn't cry reaches my ears intermittently.

My hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and I thought to myself, damn my mother, my grandma, this place is a cemetery, isn't it normal for someone to cry? What's more, now that the scorching sun is in the sky, I can't help myself if I think about it, I can't help myself for a while, don't scare myself.

As soon as I put out my cigarette, I saw a child turn out of the path in front of me, who didn't look very old, I guess he was five or six years old. It's quite fashionable to dress up, jeans and sneakers, and a t-shirt with a denim jacket over it. At this moment, I was holding up an arm to wipe my tears, and it turned out that the sobbing sound I heard just now was made by this baby.

When I saw him like this, I was much calmer, a little boy dressed up in the middle of the day was crying, and I couldn't see my parents left and right, or I was greedy for fun and separated from my parents, after all, the parents who came here must be busy. Either the monkey skin let the parents reprimand, the child is not too rich in emotions after all, don't they all say that the fairy tongue is unscrupulous, it is inevitable that sometimes the parents will be offended, especially in this place.

I walked over and whispered, "Kid, what's wrong? Are you lost?" I'll take you to the front management office. ”

The boy was standing two or three meters away from me, still sobbing, his little shoulders shrugging. Hearing me say this, he lowered his arm a little and gave me a sneaky look, perhaps to judge whether I was a good person or not. But I don't think he's nervous at all, the baby is quite handsome, and when he grows up, he will be a handsome guy, which is very pleasing.

So I walked over again, turned over a handkerchief and handed it to him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Man, be strong, don't cry, if the little girl sees it, it will be bad." ”

The kid doesn't know if he understands it, anyway, I think kids at this age are like goblins and little adults. He took the tissue and wiped it on his face for a while, and I stood up and looked at where he had come out, but there were no adults. Thinking about it, although Fuze Garden is not big, it is not a problem to leave a child in the cemetery, and I didn't find it here anyway, so I just went out first.

Half bent down and asked him, "Do you know where your parents are, I'll take you to them." ”

The boy still didn't answer, and looked up at me with a little face, probably recognizing life. I was wondering what words to use to communicate with him, when he suddenly raised a small hand, and I immediately understood, and handed him a hand for him to grasp, and then he dragged me slowly along the edge.

It seems that the child still knows where his parents are, and most of them are just trained by their parents, and they can't get off the stage alone at this time. I followed his steps with one hand in my pocket, and the child had always walked on the edge of the cemetery, not into the woods of the cemetery. As I walked, I smelled a smell, like a fragrant wax paper money, and my heart was a little diaphragm, it seems that the nose is too smart, and sometimes it is not a good thing.

There is no mistake