Yang Jiaxing has not been afraid of evil since he was a child, and he does not believe in ghosts and gods at all.

He walked to the door in the face of the gusty wind, quietly pinched the doorknob and pulled it suddenly, and the green lacquered wooden door of the office "creaked" open.

As the door opened, a man rolled in from below.

The man was defenseless, and was struck by this deception, and was almost injured. When he raised his face in embarrassment, Yang Jiaxing saw clearly that it was Yang Ergui.

"Why are you?" Yang Jiaxing asked dissatisfiedly.

"Hey, hey, sixth brother!"

Yang Ergui smiled awkwardly, "I'm ...... I don't think about it, the village committee is still on the lights so late, I'm afraid of getting into a thief!"

"Bullshit!" Yang Jiaxing scolded, "You don't stay at home in the middle of the night, you go around, I'm afraid you have a thief's heart!"

"How dare I, sixth brother, you don't know yet, I have always had a thief's heart and no courage behind your ass when I beat you up. ”

Yang Ergui got up and touched his face, smiling: "Fortunately, it is not disfigured!"

Yang Jiaxing glanced at him helplessly, sighed and sat back in his chair, reached out and took out half a box of cigarettes from the drawer, lit it himself, and then took out one and threw it to Yang Ergui.

"Hey, hey. Yang Ergui grabbed it, stepped forward and peeked at the bill materials on the table.

"What's the matter, there's no secret!"

Yang Jiaxing glared at him irritably, and asked coldly, "What is the matter with me?" ”

Yang Ergui pinched the cigarette and was reluctant to smoke, smiling shyly:

"Hehe, the sixth brother still understands me! Didn't you say, now the city is speculating in real estate, I just want to ask, you see that I have a little spare money in my hand right now, and I want to buy some idle old mansions in the village......

"Idle old mansion?" Yang Jiaxing was stunned, and let out a long puff of cigarette: "Yes, yes, but they all have owners, you have to buy them yourself, go to someone to discuss!"

Yang Ergui smiled: "Hehe, brother, aren't you thinking about buying something cheap, why don't you do it?"

As he spoke, he put the cigarette he had been pinching for a long time under his nose and sniffed it, and when he saw that Yang Jiaxing didn't speak again, he continued:

"Now that the old man has been sentenced to death, and Ma Qizi doesn't know where to go, aren't these two houses just empty? Hehe, you have a big pen here, and then you will ...... it."

"Isn't it what?" Yang Jiaxing stared at him and asked lightly.

Yang Ergui saw that Yang Jiaxing was ignoring him, and said anxiously:

"No, sixth brother, why are you pretending to be confused? Brother has been doing things for you for so many years, right? Now that you have finally done a good job, you don't want to give me something in return? Don't worry, I won't let you help in vain!"

"Heh, what are you anxious about?" Yang Jiaxing saw that Yang Ergui was really anxious, and asked with a cold smile:

"You don't know what you're planning to do with real estate, you don't know what you're doing? You're a fly that doesn't bite a seamless egg! What's the matter, you want to fight the idea of demolition compensation?"

"Look...... Look at the sixth brother and say, why did I become a fly? Besides, you're not an egg, are you?"

Yang Ergui also spread out his cards and asked unhurriedly, but Yang Jiaxing was angry but couldn't get out.

"Sixth brother, now that there is a mine under the village, I can't hide it, everyone knows that they are going to relocate, and they are all stretching their necks and waiting to sit on the ground and raise the price!"

"Hmmm......"

Yang Jiaxing wrinkled his brows and listened to Yang Ergui's words, thoughtful.

Yang Ergui looked at his face and continued:

"What you said just now, I heard it outside the door, this demolition is a troublesome matter! But haven't you seen it, wherever this kind of thing happens, which one of the places where the official gets rich first, this is a golden opportunity!"

After Yang Ergui finished speaking, he stared at Yang Jiaxing, expecting him to speak.

After a long time, Yang Jiaxing snuffed out the cigarette butt, slowly stood up and smiled deeply:

"Brother, who do you think of your sixth brother? This demolition and relocation is a major matter that has a bearing on the interests of the masses! Can I ignore party discipline and state law and make a big profit out of it without conscience?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his back and waved his hand at Yang Ergui, and said slowly:

"It's not early, you go back, I have to go through these budgets tonight, and I will report to the township tomorrow!"

"Sixth Brother ......"

Yang Ergui saw that he gave an eviction order, and he was unwilling to say anything.

But before he could open his mouth, Yang Jiaxing turned back suddenly, held the table tightly with both hands, stared at him strangely, and reminded in a deep voice:

"Recently, someone has just died in Murakami, don't come out in the middle of the night to hang around! Be careful, at twelve o'clock in the night, don't walk the night road, don't talk to people in red......"

Yang Jiaxing's voice was not loud, but the light above his head shone on his weird face, coupled with the slow sound of his voice, which made people shudder.

"Hmm......"

Yang Ergui was very uncomfortable being stared at by him, and said in his heart, what's wrong with the sixth brother today, if you don't look at the brotherhood and don't help, forget it, why are you still chattering and scaring people?

Thinking like this, he suddenly recalled the terrible experience in Shiwo that day, and couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp and a chill in his back.

He looked back at the door of the black hole in horror, and felt that the wind was gusting, the door shook slightly, and the iron lock hanging on it sounded strangely, as if there was a ghost outside!

"Mom, sixth brother, don't scare me, do you know that I have been timid since I was a child......"

Yang Ergui was so frightened that he was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and begged. But when he looked back, he saw an even more terrifying scene!

"Ah......" With an exclamation, Yang Ergui lost his voice......

At this moment, it is the second half of the night, and the cool air hits people.

On the streets, the dim street lamps have become extremely deserted after reading the glitz of the night.

The pestle who was in the provincial capital didn't know what had happened in Qingshan just now. He didn't want to know, because he hated that place.

He was half-drunk and half-awake, staggering along with his staggering steps, his lonely figure cast on the ground, his shadow like a wandering spirit.

Under the street lamp, a cleaner in a torn yellow coat is sweeping up vegetable scraps, cigarette butts, and plastic bags on the floor, occasionally picking up a wine bottle and carefully stuffing it into the rotten cloth pocket on the side of the garbage truck.

The old figure of the cleaner is like an old silkworm that is about to spit out the silk, and he will not die every step of the way.

The pestle didn't know if he was drunk or awake, and his stomach was tumbling as uncomfortable.

He raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at the cleaner, and smiled bitterly in his heart: Ma Zhuzi, you live such a life, you are not even as good as a street sweeper......

The pestle sighed bitterly when he touched the scene, and the stamina of the wine came up again, and he almost fell down with a stilt under his feet.

"Oh, the young man is drunk, let's hurry home in the middle of the night!"

The hunchbacked cleaner stopped the broom and looked at him, his voice old and hoarse.

"To ...... I want you to take care of it?...... Wow...... Wow!"

The pestle rolled over and watched the cleaner spray alcohol with drunken eyes, and suddenly his stomach wrenched and he held on to the wall and vomited.

He vomited for a long time, but he couldn't vomit anything, and his stomach burned like a knife and a plow.

He staggered against the wall, and for a long time raised his drunken eyes.

The darkness of the night was deep and terrifying, as if it were full of ghosts with long hair, dancing their bloody claws, their fangs and their faces fierce towards them......

"Don't ...... Don't ......"

The pestle retreated again and again in fright, until there was nowhere to retreat.

He wanted to ask the old cleaner for help, but the old man in front of him who was sweeping the street was also weird, he swept his hair unkempt, and the bones under his feet were all over the ground......

The pestle felt that he could not breathe, and his neck seemed to be tightly clamped, and he began to suffocate......

He struggled desperately, using his life instincts. At the moment when he was on the verge of collapse, a person appeared in front of him, smiling, as clear as the river, as warm as the sun, it was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, it was a mother!

My mother is holding a bowl of egg soup, stretching her wrinkles and smiling at herself kindly!

“......”

The pestle really wants to call her mother, and she really wants to reach out and touch her mother's face. However, he could not shout when he opened his mouth.

He really couldn't remember that he hadn't called his mother since he was a few years old.

He only remembered that his father and mother quarreled every day, and his companions laughed at him and alienated him......

"......" plucked up his courage, and the word "mother" was never shouted.

His slightly raised hand stiffened, and he saw that his mother's green hair turned into a full head of silver hair, which spread out and turned into white smoke, and a gust of wind blew, and his mother's face disappeared......

"Woo woo woo woo ......" The pestle covered his face and sobbed, and his body fell limp and passed out under the street lamp......