I said, "No wonder, no wonder it's like this, these processing plants are so black-hearted!"

"Can it?" Manager Fei was a little unconvinced, "How dare a stone processing factory use a tombstone as a material?

Huang Chengcheng replied with a smile: "What is this, I have encountered more black-hearted things in China! It's just a tombstone, if the bones of the dead can be sold for money, China's cemeteries will be hollowed out, do you believe it?" Hearing this, Manager Fei was even more discouraged. I ask you what the hotel is like about the 1514 rooms.

Manager Fei said: "This kind of thing happened not long after the hotel opened, there was a family of three guests who came in and came down in the middle of the night to check out, saying that his two-year-old child was crying, and that there was an old man in the house staring at them. We didn't give a refund, saying that your child likes to cry and can't blame the hotel, and then forget it, the family checked out and left. Then there will be one or two times a month, some light, some are serious, the most serious one was last year's National Day, there was a guest from Guangdong to Xi'an who lived in this room, and he also ran out in the middle of the night, all naked, saying that there was a female ghost in the house. The security guard went to see that there was a young woman lying on the bed, undressed, and the security guard thought it was really a female ghost, and then the woman woke up and cried endlessly, only to know that it was the prostitute recruited by the guest nearby. The guest said that they were sleeping, and suddenly saw that the woman's face was only covered with bones, as if she had died a lot, and almost scared the man to death, and ran out of the room by herself. Later, this kind of thing often happened, at first our boss thought it was really haunted, but there were many guests who stayed here and had nothing to do, so the boss ignored it. ”

"Did any of the guests have an accident after that?" I asked.

Manager Fei nodded: "There are guests who have something to do and those who have nothing to do, and the boss is still a little suspicious, but for the sake of the hotel's business, we are not allowed to think about the haunted side, let alone admit it." As for the relevant discussions and posts on the Internet, we all pretend not to know, as long as they are not serious. Fortunately, even if the guests who had an accident in 1514 felt that the room was not clean, there was movement, and they checked out halfway, which was nothing serious. And we found that the hotel business was not affected in any way, and even many people called to stay at 1514, so we turned a blind eye from top to bottom, and regarded this as an eye-catching selling point. ”

Huang Chengcheng said: "Look, fortunately, you didn't make a mistake, otherwise you would be miserable!" Manager Fei asked how to solve it, Huang Chengcheng turned his head and asked Azan Song Lin, he said to set up a simple altar, put this tombstone in front of the altar for blessing, and at the same time bring Mr. Du to do evil rituals for him by the way.

After translating, Manager Fei was shocked: "How do you know Mr. Du?" I hurriedly said that in fact, this matter was also complained by the Du family, and now Mr. Du's mental state is very bad, and he has not returned to normal for two months, and if he continues like this, he will have to be sent to a psychiatric hospital. If it was okay before, there was no evidence, and you couldn't find the responsibility of your hotel, but now it's different. Since our website and the mage have already found out the source of the problem, you must be inseparable from this matter, and you will have to take full responsibility for Mr. Du's matter.

Manager Fei's expression was complicated, and he looked at the three of us for a long time, and finally said, "I have to inform the leader." "Huang Chengcheng asked you if the leader was the hotel owner, he shook his head and said that I am just the lobby manager, and I can't call the hotel owner casually, I am the vice president. I took out my mobile phone and called, telling us that the vice president would be there soon.

Half an hour or so, the vice president of the hotel came, Manager Fei said again, the vice president carefully looked at the handwriting on the tombstone, and looked up and down at Azan Song Lin, his eyes were full of suspicion. Manager Fei whispered to him for a while, the vice president seemed to be surprised, Manager Fei nodded again and again, and finally came over to tell us, let's bring Mr. Du first, and then talk about something else. I looked at my watch, and it was just past eleven o'clock, and it was still too late. Huang Chengcheng asked Manager Fei to find a low table and prepare a few more bowls of fresh rice, as well as wine, cigarettes, paper money, dried and fresh fruits and other things.

The three of us took a taxi back to Ms. Dong's house overnight, and she was a little embarrassed: "How to carry it, he won't let us touch it, and then we will get sick again." Azan Song Lin asked Ms. Dong to find a needle, prick the middle finger of her left hand hard, recite a mantra, and then use the blood squeezed out to write a few symbols on Mr. Du's forehead.

The three of us helped Mr. Du up, his eyes were half open, he didn't say anything, but he was very honest. Helped into the back of the car, Ms. Dong and I sandwiched him left and right, and Huang Chengcheng drove back to the hotel again. The vice president had instructed him not to walk through the main entrance hall, although it was the middle of the night, it was not good to be seen. The hotel has a back door, which is usually used to transport goods, Manager Fei waited at the door early, saw Mr. Du wearing a hospital gown, and hurriedly came to help, from the freight elevator to the fifteenth floor. The vice president called in front of room 1514, and when he saw Mr. Du coming, he put away his mobile phone.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Mr. Du suddenly trembled and said, "Don't look for me, stay away from me!" The vice president frowned and told us to hurry into the house. A low table had been set up against the wall, with several bowls of rice on it, as well as various offerings and burning paper and a large stainless steel basin, and I don't know where the manager got the burning paper so late. Closing the door, Azan Songlin opened his backpack and took out a few Buddhist plaques, two Dharma waxes, and two tiger head cloth statues that were only half a foot high, and placed them on the low table placed against the wall. The wax was lit first, and then everyone carried the tombstone to the table.

Although this vice president is higher than Manager Fei, he did not sit idly by, but also moved with us. After erecting the tombstone, I turned off the lights, and Azan Songlin sat cross-legged at the table and began to chant mantras. The vice president and Manager Fei sat on the edge of the bed, and Huang Chengcheng was scared, so he squeezed between them. The two of them were a little disgusted, so they had to give way to both sides.

I squatted next to the altar, put the bundle of burning paper in a steel basin, and lit it one by one. Mr. Du lay flat on the floor, and Ms. Dong sat nervously next to him. After the lights were turned off, Mr. Du was heard making a * voice and saying, "Get out...... Right now...... Burn paper for me...... Let...... My son...... Hungry...... Leng ...... "His nonsense is very strange in tone, high and low, and even male and female. I thought to myself, I'm afraid it's the result of the communication of those incomplete Yin Spirits that Azan Song Lin said before, which I sensed in the house. Azan Songlin used the Sutra Mantra, mainly to calm the resentment of these Yin Spirits, so that they would be satisfied, and they would no longer be hungry and have no money to eat.