Xiao Lei and I also turned on the flashlights, and there was a unique smell in the corridor on the thirteenth floor, and it was difficult for me to describe it in words for a while, like the stale smell of an old house that has gone through hundreds of years of wind and rain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info As Xiao Zhang said before, there are large and small boxes piled up in the corridor, which are very messy, some of them are stacked more than one person high, and the corridor is extremely crowded.

Xiao Zhang took us into an empty house with no doors and no windows at the end of the corridor, and told us that this was the one that the residents in the building brought him to last time, he turned into the kitchen, put his ear to the water pipe and listened, shook his head at us, and said: "Uncle Chang, maybe we have to wait for a while, why don't you go to the room inside, the wind is lighter, and we will call you if there is any movement." ”

I patted Xiao Zhang on the shoulder, took out the compass in my pocket, and spun around the room. There are indeed strange places in this building, one is not due south and north, slightly inclined more than ten degrees, I don't know why. The second is that if it weren't for the fact that the plot is too small, there are very few people who only build one tower, and the economy is one thing, and the lonely poke in that really becomes the demon tower.

But when I got to the back room, the hands of the compass began to swing strangely. This is different from the kind of pointer rotation in the sea eye well, and also different from the inversion of the poles in Shennongjia, this is a slight shaking, at first I thought it was caused by my hands freezing and shaking, but later I found out that this jitter is regular, about two or three times a second, and then stop for a few seconds, and then start shaking again, I didn't understand what caused this situation for a while.

Xiao Zhang and Xiao Lei squatted on the kitchen floor, lit cigarettes, and chatted. I walked back to the kitchen and put my ear to the water pipe and listened, there was the sound of water flowing, sometimes loud and sometimes small, and the occasional sound of someone walking and closing the door, it was not unusual.

At about half past ten, the faint sound of mahjong began to be heard in the water pipe. I don't play mahjong much, but I only play when there is a lack of corners during the New Year's holidays, but because of the incident of the possession of the mahjong ghost in the eighties, I have had a lot of exchanges with several masters of the hemp altar in the capital, and I still know a lot about the doorway inside.

But when you hear it, it's amazing. The card field is like a battlefield, the cards see the character, and the people at the table have their own habits and ways of playing cards. But the real master, but there are several different ways to deal with different situations, as the so-called, the average person seven points of luck, three points of skills, master of three points of luck, seven points of skills, to the top of the master, there is no need for skills, when the luck is good, the skills are public, when the luck is bad, the skills are solid.

Therefore, Lu Sanpao, a first-class master in the old Beijing Matan, once told me that he had cultivated to the point that he did not need to go to the table, and listened to the rhythm of the four people playing cards at the table, and he could already judge who lost and who won, who controlled the situation, and who might wait for the opportunity to counterattack. Although I am not proficient in learning and lack actual combat, the communication with top players still gives me a unique insight into the game.

Speaking of Lu Sanpao, his nickname sounds vulgar, but it actually contains a deep mahjong philosophy. This nickname means that he must shoot three times every ten rounds, but each time he is the final winner. But many people know his nickname, but they don't know why he ordered these three cannons, his three cannons, one cannon is used to confuse the family, one cannon is used to let go of the next family, and one cannon is used to stare at the family, it can be said that no matter how smooth the hand style is, no matter how good the card is, it is necessary to point out these three cannons, of course, when to point is a particular.

This is a bit far away, and the story of Lu Sanpao will be told to you again when I have a chance. But the sound of mahjong coming from the water pipe is very different from the normal playing of cards. How to put it, it is like a person fighting, and it is like several machines automatically fighting, no anger, no thought, no emotion is fighting. The rhythm is the same, the speed is the same, the weight is the same, the key is to go on like this, no interruption, no end, no wonder the person who hears the sound of mahjong can no longer sleep.

Seeing that I was listening carefully, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Lei stopped chatting, but came over and listened to the pipe.

"Uncle Chang, it's this kind of mahjong sound, no one speaks, just playing, isn't it weird?" Xiao Zhang asked me. "I'm afraid it's not playing mahjong, or it's not people playing mahjong. Xiao Zhang, what else have you heard?" I don't listen to the maddening sound of mahjong anymore.

"I also heard the sound of pulling the erhu that day, but it didn't play well, and it was always out of tune. The others were not heard, but the residents of the building had heard the sound of singing, shrill screams, and the sound of something heavy dragging on the ground. Xiao Zhang kept rubbing his hands and stomping his feet, while talking.

"If there's any other voice, call me, I'll take a look in the hallway. I patted Zhang on the shoulder and turned out of the room, which was ventilated on all sides.

The corridor is bounded by the elevator room, with four suites on each side, and on the half of the side where we stayed, there were three households that had not been renovated, no windows and no doors, and the other side was just the opposite, only one household. I slowly walked to that half. The innermost door frame seems to be pasted with spring couplets, and there is a portrait of a door god in the middle, which should have been inhabited. And unlike the other households, there is no dust on the doorknob, so someone must have been in and out recently.

But I suddenly noticed that there were several nails nailed above the door frame, but not in a straight line, and on each nail hung a small sachet, which was covered with ash, and it seemed that it was nailed when the door was opened. I reached out and touched the sachet, which seemed to contain a few copper coins. I thought to myself, this household should know feng shui, and he is using copper coins to flush evil spirits. Just thinking about it, the elevator door in the stairwell suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in a military coat came out, carrying a thermos bucket in one hand, which seemed to be a worker returning from the night shift.

He got off the elevator and seemed to notice that something was wrong, looked around, and suddenly saw me at the end of the aisle. I was turning around and making eye contact with him. The man was obviously stunned for a moment, then the thermos bucket in his hand fell to the ground, and shouted "Mom!" The thermos bucket didn't bother to pick it up, and got back into the elevator, the elevator door closed, and the crazy key sound could still be heard inside.

Xiao Lei and Xiao Zhang jumped out of the house, thinking that something had happened, and their expressions were nervous. I smiled and shook my head at them, "Tomorrow I guess there will be another instance of haunting in the building." Xiao Zhang told me that the sound of the erhu began. We hurriedly walked back, leaned against the water pipe, and listened.

In the sound of mahjong, faintly, there seems to be nothing, as if the erhu sound is very far away, but after a while, the music slowly becomes clear, as if the person who pulls the erhu is gradually walking in. But it is true that as Xiao Zhang said, there are obvious mispronunciations in the music, which is very harsh. But soon I realized that the person was playing a tune over and over again, and the second time was exactly the same as the first, and even the wrong notes were exactly the same.

I told both of them about the question, and they were able to tell the difference, maybe it was just my delusion, but they soon found out about it. Xiao Zhang looked at me in disbelief, nodded, and said, "Could it be that the score is wrong, and that person has been playing according to the wrong one?"

I shook my head, "It's impossible, we can all hear such an obvious note, how can the player not know? ”

"Could it be the tape from which one put it?" asked Zhang again.

"It's not, if you listen carefully, there are still some nuances in each time, and it shouldn't be playing on a loop. Maybe it's not the people who pull this tune at all. ”

When we came out of the building, it was early in the morning, Xiao Lei asked me how to check next, and I told them that it was better to find out the bones in the jar, the nephew of Old Man Du, and the cemetery of the Ma family first. Let's take it step by step, this matter is complicated, and what we see is only appearances, and we can't be in a hurry.

At noon the next day, Xiao Zhang called me, saying that the Ma family's cemetery had been found, and asked me if I wanted to go and see it. The new grave of the Ma family is on a small hillside in the north of Mawang Village, this small soil slope is not high, but the trees are lush, and there are many tombstones embedded in the woods, it seems that most of the old graves in the village have moved here.

Xiao Zhang led me, climbed over the small hill, and when I reached the other side, he pointed to a dense tombstone on the slope and told me that the Ma family's grave was here. I walked into the cemetery and slowly looked at the words on the tablet. This cemetery should be smaller than the original cemetery of the Ma family, so after moving over, it should not be able to be opened, so each tomb occupies a small area, and the stone tablet above is not very coordinated, some of the tablet is very close before and after, if you want to see the text behind the tablet, you have to squeeze it sideways.

I just looked at the stele by stele, in fact, I didn't know what I could find on the inscription, just a subtle premonition, and Xiao Zhang didn't understand my approach at all, so he just sat aside and waited for me. Intentionally or unintentionally, he chatted with me, "Uncle Chang, the nephew of Old Man Du, I inquired in the village, and the old man in the village said that he hadn't seen him for three or four years, and he did look very similar to Old Man Du, as if he was carved out of a mold, if he wasn't twenty or thirty years younger, he would definitely have to be confused when he walked on the road." I asked the household registration police in our office to call the village committee, and they said that Mr. Du's nephew had returned to Shaanxi three or four years ago, and that he had also gone to Zhongnanshan to cultivate the Tao, and he had never returned. ”

I nodded, but thought to myself, this no one has seen in the village, it does not mean that he is not in the village, it seems that all the clues are pointing me to a fact that I did not believe in before, of course, I can't make this conclusion now, there are still a few things that must be verified.

By this time I had come to the center of the cemetery, a stone monument that was slightly taller and more imposing than the surrounding monuments.

(The ancients saw this month, and the people of today see this month.) This month, the town lasts forever, and the ancient and modern people still say goodbye. If people's hearts are like the moon, Bitan is bright and clean. Determination is the source of the heart, let alone that. --"Five Lantern Huiyuan" Volume 18 "Anzhou Yingcheng Shouning Daowan Zen Master") (to be continued.) )