After dinner, Ding Fan gave Doudou the remaining half of the ham sausage live corn tortilla to eat, and went out with it.

At the door, a rattling sound was suddenly heard, Ding Fan glanced at the back of the firewood stack, listened carefully, and immediately said with a straight face and pretending to be angry: "Fatty, come out." ”

After only a few bad laughs, Er Fatty jumped out with a feathered chicken.

"Big brother, pheasant, honor you. The second fat stammered, pinched the chicken neck with the other hand, and said ostentatiously: "I got it for a long time in the mountains, and I didn't want to eat it, so I'll keep it for you." ”

Ding Fan looked at the guy's pointed mouth and colorful feathers, and suddenly felt a little like swallowing and foaming, looked back a few times and said worriedly: "The township canteen makes Bryuke pickles every day, you, you, what should they do when they see it?"

Er Fat told him that the people in the township don't often eat this, and they all take the militia company to hunt in the mountains in the autumn to eat for a few days.

Ding Fan knew that Song Mide was used to living a poor life, eating good things if they had them, and dealing with living a life if they didn't, thought about it and said, "Hide it first, and follow me to do things first." ”

The second fat parted the chicken wings, and then swished to climb to the top of the firewood stack, dug a pit and buried it, listened to the pheasant's voice a lot quieter, jumped down violently, smashed a burst of dust on the ground, and followed with a hippie smile.

Ding Fan walked on the road, with tall larches on both sides, wolf dog Doudou on the left, and chubby Erfat on the right.

Out of the village, walking towards the southwest slope, Ding Fan looked at the steep mountain tops in the distance, and the big trees covered the sky, only the first-class fog in the middle, as if something was exuding heat, and couldn't help asking: "Fatty, what's going on in that place?"

"It's scary, there's monsters. The second fat frowned and said with a panicked expression.

Isn't it to talk to the police about monsters?

Ding Fan naturally didn't believe it, he kept walking forward, stretched out his hand and pointed to the place, and said to Doudou: "Dog, run, Sahuan, you go over and have a look first!"

In front of me was a tall hillside, and even if I looked up, I couldn't see anything on the slope, but I could already hear the sound of the water flowing.

"Big brother, you go here, this ......" Er Fat pointed to Ding Fan in front of him and asked him to go from that place.

The ground is an ordinary dirt land, the road is sparsely grown with some weeds, the soil is yellow and some black, a group of ants crawling around, a few grasshoppers lying on their companions may have been alarmed by the visitor and are engaged in instinctive mating, jumping and running.

"Look what tricks you're playing, little rabbit cub ......" Ding Fan maintained a posture of leaning forward, grabbed the electric baton with his hand, and put it behind the fart, pressing his thumb on the switch.

In those days, an electric baton in hand was a super cow's weapon.

The ultra-high voltage current, with the push of a switch, crackles, and it is no problem to stun a big living person in an instant.

"It's revealed, it's so big ......" In silence, the second fat stood without leaving, looking at the ditch on the side of the road, with a weird smile on his face.

Just when he covered his mouth excitedly, Ding Fan had already seen his shadow and thought to himself: "This is a situation, boy." ”

As he was walking, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him, "There are ghosts." ”

Ghosts?

It's worse than having criminals!

Ding Fan couldn't help jumping out of the grass next to him for four or five meters, maintaining a posture of guarding with a gun.

He slowly rotated his body, looked at it a few times, and saw that it was empty and nothing, so he asked in a low voice: "Fat man, what's the situation, what is your ghost?"

The second fat eye stared at the electric baton on Ding Fan's waist, his face was full of anxiety, and he secretly thought: "Why isn't this guy scared, he should be scared, this, what's wrong with this person?"

"That, that, it's coming!" said Erpan, gritting his teeth and pointing to the hillside, his voice trembling.

Isn't that just a hillside? Ding Fan has been looking at it for a long time, the road surface is smooth and solid, the sand and soil are old, and there can't be anything at all?

But suddenly he noticed that something was moving!

When I turned my head to look, I saw that Doudou seemed to be sitting on the conveyor belt, and his footsteps did not move, but he slid towards it.

It is estimated that the dog also felt that he had encountered a ghost, shook his head and looked at the ground, and then looked at Ding Fan, whining.

Looking at the ground again, the ground is good, and Doudou's four dog hooves are indeed slowly moving against the sand and gravel.

This kind of thing happened all of a sudden, Ding Fan felt his scalp tingle, and he was more nervous than facing people with bloody limbs.

He is really ruthless now that he has not learned from the old policeman, and when he goes out of the scene, he has a red cloth strip tied around his waist, preferably a junior woman, blood, and can ward off evil spirits.

"Hehe, I'm scared, it's scarier than the cemetery in the forest, I'll ...... in the future" The second fat pretended to be frightened and covered half of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth wiped a sly sneer.

This guy has been sleeping in the grave since he was a child, and even the wild fox dares to throw stones, and now he sees a ghost, anyway, the orphan is cheap, and he is not afraid at all.

"Haunted? Er Fat already knew that it was haunted? And the place above? This police don't believe it......" Ding Fan faced this tense situation, his hair exploded all of a sudden, but his cold eyes found that something was not right: there were no male ghosts and female ghosts in this ghost, and there were no old men and zombies, just a dog walking up the ghost.

Thinking of this, he felt that his legs were a little wooden, and he couldn't move at all, but he screamed violently in his heart, and he didn't know how to run over.

His shadow flashed, and when he came to Er Fat, he pulled out the electric baton, and a crackling sound sounded in front of him, and the two pointed iron tools in front of him stabbed at Er Fat.

"Ghost, ghost, my arm......" hit at once, sparks crackled on Er Fat's body, and the kid's body twitched a few times, and he fell to the ground at once.

Doudou on the ghost slope, the dog's eyes flashed several times with almost lightning thorns, and he was greatly stimulated, and flew down violently.

This black shadow was three or four meters above the ground, and it made a light sound when it landed!

"Doudou, no......" Ding Fan lost the flashlight just now and poured the second fat, and now Doudou flew out again, he couldn't help but feel sad, grabbed the trembling and foaming second fat with one hand, and dragged Doudou with the other hand.

According to the situation he just had, Doudou jumped down like this, not to mention an unidentified stray dog, even if it was a pure German shepherd and black-backed police dog, he would have to fall half to death if he flew out like this.

"This joke is too big? No, it's all haunted, my little friend......" Ding Fan was extremely annoyed, sat on the ground all of a sudden, picked up the electric baton in his hand, threw it towards the ghost slope in the distance, and cursed: "What a ghost who is making trouble, damn it, come here." ”

Pinch people! Pull your ears! Shake your head!

When Ding Fan pressed Erfat's chest, pressed one hand on it, pinched his chin with the other, adjusted his position, and said "Emergency ambulance, artificial respiration!" When he was about to come up, Erfat Dead Fish seemed to be resurrected, and his upper body bulleted, almost touching Ding Fan's chin, and said obscenely:

"Big brother, big brother, it hurts me to death...... Don't kiss, really, I, I haven't brushed my teeth. ”

This guy is dying and still has such a slippery head.

When he spoke, his saliva flowed to his neck, wiped it a few times, and threw it out, and shook Ding Fan's pants at once.

"Go aside, I'll settle accounts with you later, Doudou, Doudou......" Ding Fan knew that this guy was solid, and suddenly pushed him aside gently, and quickly turned around to grab Doudou.

When he saw Doudou's situation clearly, he almost went up in anger and grabbed this guy and beat him up.

Doudou was lying on the ground, his two paws grasping in the dirt, his two eyes staring blankly into the distance, and several butterflies were dancing, because of the backlight, it looked very novel.

Ding Fan raised his hand and waved it in front of it, and this guy actually followed his gaze.

"I'm not dead, I'm still thinking about the ghost slope, you, get up for me!" Ding Fan shouted in surprise, but his tone was a kind of deceived anger.

He stood next to the two guys, lit a cigarette, and smoked hard, and in the scattered smoke rings, his thoughts were flying: "What the hell is this place, is it haunted, or is there some other reason, how can Doudou go up without leaving." ”

Also, he knew one thing in his heart: Er Fat must know something, he was just testing him with a heavy hand, and Doudou was purely worried about what danger I encountered, so he rushed over.

But at this moment, he had a little curiosity about Doudou's bloodline.

Now it's not important to see what the hell is going on in this place.

He picked up the electric baton on the ground, put it in his hand, ran to the hillside, and like a minesweeper, crackled and probed the ground, and then tried to pass.

When he was about to reach seven or eight meters of the hillside, Ding Fan also moved up, and walked like a conveyor belt under his feet.

"Heartbeat, normal, scenery, Doudou and Er Fat, just themselves, pain, pain!" Ding Fan moved up like a walk, testing with a serious face, thinking about the scenes of ghosts, ghosts hitting walls, and ghost nightmares, without any signs at all.

He squatted on the ground, watched the electric baton still crackling, scratched his hair, and shouted in confusion: "What the hell is this?

"Big brother, it's okay, it's okay, I come here often, you come down, just from the side. "The second fat sat on the ground, picked up the cigarette fart that Ding Fan threw on the ground, and smoked it, looking like you were fooled, and the bad thing is the bad thing I did.

When Ding Fan came back, he begged for mercy with both hands, and said with mercy: "I know this place, I want you to look up to me, so you don't have to pay attention to me for a day." ”

Ding Fan saw that what he said didn't look like it was fake, raised his hand, and pretended to be angry and said, "You don't have a home, didn't you starve to death before?"

"I've been living in firewood stacks, wandering around looking for food during the day, really, if I lie and still be an orphan in the next life, okay?" Two lines of tears slipped down Erfat's face, which was more embarrassed than the little soldier Zhang Ga.

Tears fell to the ground one by one, and the smashed dust crackled.

"Forget it, forget it, this kid has eaten electric batons, even if I owe you, I don't ...... too" Ding Fan couldn't see the tears of good people, and suddenly felt that his lips were dry, and he suddenly became sad, and there was an acidic juice in his heart that was secreted exponentially.

Looking at the direction of Hulu County, he secretly thought that at this moment, he was sitting on the bus, looking at the bustling eyes, smelling the fragrance of the roadside stalls, returning home to ask friends to sing, or going to the cinema to watch a movie and eat popcorn......

Come to think of it, you can't let this bastard and a dog see that he's a coward!

"Fat man, say, ghost slope, what's going on with that river?" Ding Fan glanced at the hillside in the distance, looked up at the rising water, and was still a little suspicious.