The piece of information he had taken out of the folder was the page that had drifted to his feet yesterday, and yesterday he had not seen any mystery in it, but it seemed that the contents of it were still very ordinary, a brief introduction to the geographical location of the old town. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He took out his phone and took a picture of the contents of the paper and saved it.

Then he put the folder back in place, found a few more materials, and sat back on the wooden box to flip through it.

It wasn't until there was a cacophony of talking downstairs that Ming Chuan raised his head again.

The sound outside was fast and high-pitched, like someone was arguing.

Mingchuan stood up, walked out of the door, leaned on the balcony of the corridor and looked down, and saw the garbage truck parked in front of the flower bed at a glance.

The car was full of garbage, and a faint smell of rancid acid wafted up and burrowed into his nose.

The old man who collected the garbage stood at the front of the car, and he couldn't see the other party's expression from his direction, but he could feel his panic and crampedness from the other party's rickety body.

Standing in front of the old man was a middle-aged woman, stocky, with a wide forehead and slender eyes, her mouth opening and closing rapidly, and constantly making a sharp sound like a machine gun.

After arguing for a while, the staff in the building were all alarmed, and Ming Chuan saw Huang Qiubo running over and stopping in front of the woman, as if he was persuading something, but his left hand was behind his back and kept gesturing to the old man, signaling him to take the opportunity to leave.

However, the old man seemed a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know whether he didn't see it or couldn't understand it at all, so he still stood there dumbfounded.

Ming Chuan noticed that a few people had gathered on the balcony on the second floor to watch, but the entire third floor was quiet, and there was no movement at all.

It seems that the entire floor of the third floor is occupied by archives, and there are no staff to work.

He had no interest in this kind of excitement, and after a faint glance, he planned to go back and continue to search for information.

Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye.

Ming Chuan frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes.

He noticed it yesterday, but because the guy didn't seem to have any malice and didn't have the aura of a ghost on his body, he didn't take it seriously.

There are too many such ghosts, and if he manages each of them, he will not be able to manage them at all. And most of these ghosts will be found and taken away by ghosts after staying in the world for a while, so he doesn't need to be nosy at all.

The ghosts that can turn into ghosts are only a very small part.

Beside the old man was a child's ghost, tugging at the old man's trouser legs, looking thin and small, only six or seven years old at most, with very dark skin and shabby clothes, a palm-sized face with only a pair of eyes the size of a surprisingly large eyeball, black eyeballs occupied most of it, and the whites of the eyes were almost invisible.

A child's ghost is less likely to turn into a ghost.

But looking at it today, the appearance of this ghost is slightly different from yesterday. But what is the difference, Mingchuan can't say.

He didn't have much affection for children, and even less for ghosts. I didn't pay close attention to it, so it's even more difficult to describe the difference.

Just at a glance, the appearance of this little ghost is indeed a little different from before.

While he was staring at the imp, the argument finally subsided. It seemed that Huang Qiubo successfully persuaded the woman to go back and took her away from the scene.

The onlookers saw that there was no excitement to see, and they all went back to the office in a huff. For a moment, only the old man and his garbage truck were left in the yard, plus a little ghost.

The old man stood there for a while, then he bent up, boarded the garbage truck, and slowly drove out of the gate.

Ming Chuan saw the little ghost crawl along the old man's leg onto his back, and then climbed to the top of the garbage truck.

The moment the garbage truck drove out of the gate, the little ghost seemed to sense something, and when he turned around, his eyes met Mingchuan.

At this moment, Ming Chuan noticed where the other party had changed.

Those eyes turned into a pitch-black mass, and there was no whites of the eyes at all.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, even in a summer day, Ming Chuan could feel a chill rising from his back.

……

After such a short episode, Ming Chuan didn't have the heart to stay here, cleaned up a little and locked the door, went downstairs to Huang Qiubo's office door, and knocked lightly.

Seeing Ming Chuan, Huang Qiubo asked with a smile, "Have you found the information you want?"

Ming Chuan shook his head and said, "I'll have something to do later, and I'll come back tomorrow." ”

"Okay, you can come here at any time. Huang Qiubo said with a smile, "You can also see it, I'm usually a little busy here, and I don't have time to say hello when you come, so forgive me." ”

Ming Chuan glanced at Huang Qiubo's desk and was noncommittal.

All he needed was approval to make it easier for him to come every time he came, and he didn't have to sneak around.

took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Huang Qiubo, but the other party did not refuse, thanked him and took it.

The two smoked for a while, and Ming Chuan asked casually: "It seems to be a little noisy just now, what's the matter, you guys are also here to make trouble?"

"What's the matter. Huang Qiubo laughed twice and said, "Old man Zhang, who came to collect garbage, accidentally knocked down someone else's battery car, so there was a little quarrel, which is not a big deal." ”

"No wonder it was so noisy just now, I heard movement on the third floor. Ming Chuan nodded slightly, looked at the courtyard outside the house, and sure enough, he saw a battery car next to the flower bed.

The old man Zhang was a little stunned, in fact, this kind of thing was just an accident, and it was over with a bow of his head and an apology, but he was good, the wooden pestle was there, and he didn't say a word, and he was scolded. Huang Qiubo sighed as he smoked a cigarette.

"Isn't that old mind good?" Ming Chuan took over the other party's words and asked casually.

"It wasn't like that before. Huang Qiubo said with a sigh on his face, "It's also a poor person." ”

"What?" asked Ming Chuan, raising his eyebrows and flicking the cigarette ash in his hand into the trash can next to him.

"I used to have children and daughters, but unfortunately, my daughter broke off contact with the family after she got married, my son fell to death in the construction site a few years ago, and my daughter-in-law left her child and remarried. Huang Qiubo sighed heavily, shook his head and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray hard, "The old man relied on collecting garbage to pick up rags to support his little grandson, and he was originally fine, but last year, when the little grandson was sick, the old man left him alone at home, and when he came home after collecting the garbage for a day, the little grandson had already died at home." ”

"How did you die?" asked Ming Chuan, puzzled.

"It is said that he choked on something and suffocated to death. Huang Qiubo said. (To be continued.) )