Listening to Ming Chuan's words, Huang Qiubo's face was slightly stunned, he turned his head and said with a wry smile: "Did you hear any rumors?"

Ming Chuan just shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, noncommittal, and the expression on his face was very indifferent, as if he really just heard some rumors, so he asked casually. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Huang Qiubo sighed and said slowly: "Lao Zhang, it's the old man who collected garbage, and he died yesterday." ”

"Dead?" Ming Chuan frowned slightly, remembering what Ying Lan had said before.

Ying Lan only said that the old man was dying, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, and after only one day's work, the person was gone.

"Hmm. Huang Qiubo nodded, with a look of embarrassment, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Ming Chuan.

Mingchuan did not refuse.

"That Lao Zhang is also a hard life, a lonely person, and he is a hundred when he dies. Huang Qiubo said and sighed.

"Since you think so, why do you sigh for a long time?" Ming Chuan glanced at the other party with drooping eyelids.

"It's not because Lao Zhang unfortunately died in our yard, but there are still police officers running to ask questions from time to time. Huang Qiubo frowned, and there was a hint of irritability in his eyes.

"Oh, where did he die, and how?" Ming Chuan was a little surprised when he heard this.

"It's in the garbage heap at the back of the building. It is said that while shoveling garbage, he suddenly suffered a myocardial infarction. Huang Qiubo said, "Because no one usually goes around the back of the building except for taking out the garbage, so no one has noticed that Lao Zhang has fallen into the garbage heap, until he is about to get off work in the afternoon, Lao He saw the garbage truck at the door, and only then did he notice that Lao Zhang has been here for most of the day." ”

After a slight pause, Huang Qiubo took a sharp puff of his cigarette, held his breath and continued: "By the time I found out, I had already lost my breath." ”

Heart attack?

Ming Chuan frowned, and said secretly in his heart, it seems that the old man is indeed at a great limit.

No wonder the atmosphere here is a little depressing, a good person who can be seen almost every day dies around like this, no one can be happy in their hearts, this uncomfortable and suppressed mood spreads and spreads, so that the whole building is shrouded in the shadow of death.

If people here can't ease their emotions as soon as possible, and stay in this depressed atmosphere for a long time, ghosts will be attracted.

Of course, Mingchuan will not tell this kind of thing bluntly.

In his opinion, the indifference of modern people can help them quickly forget this unexpected tragedy.

After chatting with Huang Qiubo about Lao Zhang a few more words, Ming Chuan went upstairs and continued to look at the materials in the archives.

There are a lot of materials in the archives, and there are also a lot of old newspapers and periodicals, and Ming Chuan wants to take this opportunity to see more, in addition to the pedestrian street, there are some other strange places in the city of S, and he feels the need to find out what is going on in the city.

Although there is a lot of information here, Mingchuan reads books very quickly, and after two or three days of hard work, he has already read most of the materials in this room. If you calm down completely, you'll be able to read almost all of them today.

I don't know if it's because of Lao Zhang's death, or because of the oppressive atmosphere that spreads in this building, Ming Chuan finds that his mind has never been able to settle down, which is completely different from his usual times.

In his state of mind, let alone hearing the news of an old man's death, even a lively young man dying in front of him, he would not be affected.

Today you are upset because of such an old man?

Mingchuan felt a little strange, and always felt as if something had been ignored by him.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy and irritable he became, Ming Chuan simply put the materials in his hand back, walked to the corridor at the door, took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked downstairs while smoking.

The courtyard of this archive is small, and in addition to the main office building, there is a row of bungalows to the west, and it is not known what it is used for. The two buildings form a right angle to each other, and the open space sandwiched in between forms a courtyard.

There is only one flower bed in the center of the yard, because it is untended all year round, and it is overgrown with weeds and looks chaotic. In the center of the flowerbed was a pine tree, the top of the canopy was about the height of the floor he was on at this time, and the branches and leaves were covered with dust, and the sunlight would turn gray through the gaps in the branches.

Ming Chuan smoked a cigarette while looking at the old tree.

In a trance, among the layers of branches and leaves, there seemed to be a black shadow, standing there silently.

The layers of needle-like foliage look densely packed with few gaps.

The sunlight was weakened layer by layer, and by the time it reached the trunk of the tree, it was already dim.

The shadows of the trees between the needles are mottled, making it difficult to see.

The dark shadow looked like a child, thin and small, understature.

Suddenly, Ming Chuan remembered the ghost of the child who followed Lao Zhang's side.

Could it be that after the old man died, the child did not leave?

Ming Chuan's heart moved, narrowed his eyes, and looked carefully into the canopy.

But the shadow flickered and disappeared.

"Yinglan, go over and take a look. Ming Chuan didn't think he was mistaken, and commanded the shadow under his feet.

Shadow Lan received the order, and her figure jumped out in a flash.

After a while, Ying Lan returned, and said helplessly, "I didn't catch up." ”

"Didn't catch up?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, that kid ran so fast?

Glancing at the old pine in front of him, the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, Ming Chuan shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's none of our business anyway." ”

After speaking, Ming Chuan turned around and walked back to the room.

As soon as he stepped into the room, a gust of wind blew in his face, making him almost unable to open his eyes for a while.

When the wind stopped, Mingchuan found that the house had become chaotic.

Old newspapers, file folders, bound volumes of all kinds of materials were scattered all over the floor, and the room was full of papers, scattered in the wind, and the volumes of books were turning around in a hurry, as if they were going through a hurricane.

Although the wind is strong at this time, it is not likely to cause such a result.

Is it the spirit that keeps hinting at him something?

Ming Chuan snorted coldly and said angrily: "Troublemaker, right? Since you want to make trouble, then don't blame me for being rude." ”

In fact, he didn't know what the other party was, if it was a ghost, he couldn't feel the ghost at all, and even Ying Lan couldn't detect it. But he was sure that there was definitely something here, and had been trying to get him to discover something.

I don't know if his threat had an effect, the wind stopped, and the room suddenly fell silent. (To be continued.) )