In order to strengthen their courage, several people who kept vigil brought two bottles of liquor and a case of beer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info At that time, I was not allowed to bring a gun, so one person carried an electric baton and sat in the wine storage workshop to drink and play cards.

After about twelve o'clock, I heard movement outside, as if it was the wall on the west side of the courtyard. These people were strong-blooded, and drank more than a bottle of liquor, and now they had put the previous rumors behind them. The leader made a look, and several people took electric batons and went out. Outside the door, a few people let the breeze blow, the wine woke up a lot, and they also muttered in their hearts, but they all came out and couldn't go back. A few people encouraged each other to keep going.

Walking quickly at the base of the wall, I saw that there seemed to be a black shadow squatting on the wall, blurry and unclear in the moonlight. He was about to turn around and run back, but was grabbed by the leader. It is said that it is dragged, but it is better to say that it is accurate to pull a cushion back, because the one who took the lead was also trembling, and slowly unscrewed the flashlight and shone it over.

In the dark night, the light pillar of the concentrator was extremely dazzling, and the man on the wall was shaken to the ground. A few of the vigil looked at a young man in his twenties, his face full of fear, and there was a plastic bucket poured under the wall, which seemed to have climbed over the wall to steal wine. The fear in everyone's hearts vanished at once. The leader gave a loud shout and threw the electric baton over. The young man who stole the wine reacted, and the plastic bucket was gone, and he tumbled down the wall, and the stick did not hit anyone, but only splashed a cloud of dust on the wall stack.

By the time a few vigils climbed up the wall, the young man who had stolen the wine had already disappeared. Several people finally seized a crime tool, carried a plastic bucket, and returned to the wine storage workshop with a proud smile.

One of the people who walked in front of him was about to enter, but as if someone had cast a spell, he froze in place, and his legs were still trembling. The one who took the lead didn't think much of it, pulled him away, and went into the house.

Suddenly, he saw a person squatting on the small square table where they had gathered to drink more than three meters away from him just now. You say he's human, but he has a human form, but he is covered with dark red brown hair all over his body, which is not long, but he wraps his whole body, and he can't see that he is tall, short, fat or thin. The figure heard the doorway and turned its face to look at it. The hair on his head was pitch black, covering half of his face, and the exposed half of his face was blue-gray with deep knife-like wrinkles. In the drooping hair, two deep black holes can be faintly seen, reflecting a metal-like light.

This sudden situation made several of the night watchmen scattered, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they could not move. The humanoid thing on the table was holding a few of the liquor they hadn't finished drinking, and it seemed that they had just taken a few sips. Seeing these people enter the door, he calmly picked up the bottle cap from the table, screwed it up, held the bottle in his hand, and stood up suddenly.

At this moment, several of the night watchmen reacted, turned around and ran out of the house. The one who took the lead ran last, stepped on the plastic bucket with one foot, and fell to the ground on all fours. The moment he fell to the ground, he saw the humanoid thing leap off the table and stand not far in front of him.

The man who took the lead only felt that the blood in his whole body was surging to the top of his head, but his body seemed to be drained of strength, and he could no longer move, and a fishy smell came to his face, and his heart sank, and he didn't even have the courage to struggle.

But the black shadow did not come forward, but only whistled, turned and ran to the window on the other side, jumped up, smashed the wooden window frame, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

After Old Man He told Da Jiang these stories, he saw that Da Jiang could listen attentively, but laughed, "Officer Jiang, these people may not see things as terrible as they say, young men in their twenties and thirties, they are so frightened that they are so evil that they don't describe it, how can you raise your head in the future, you don't have to take it too seriously." ”

Da Jiang also smiled at Old Man He, "Uncle He, I think your story is well told, otherwise how could it be in broad daylight, and my spine would be cold? However, listening to what you said, in the past ten years, what everyone has seen should be a thing, but it seems that from the description, it doesn't look like a ghost, more like a person, or a humanoid animal, and it seems that this thing has not hurt people?"

Uncle He nodded, "Yes, Han Xiangyang shot that thing, and that thing didn't play with Han Xiangyang when it got up, but just fled in a hurry." Therefore, if you look vicious, you may not be in much danger, and if you look ordinary, it is easy to harm people's lives. ”

Da Jiang suddenly felt that Uncle He, who was no longer ordinary, was full of philosophy in his words. Hurriedly asked again, "Uncle He, you have been in the factory for the longest time, do you believe in the haunting of this factory?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? Officer Jiang is willing to listen to my small talk, so I'll tell you more. Uncle He pulled Da Jiang into the communication room, made him a cup of tea, and continued to talk, what Da Jiang didn't expect was that there was a prequel to this haunted thing.

Mr. He entered the factory in the early fifties, when the public-private partnership of Heersheng Brewery. When he entered the factory, he was also an apprentice in the brewing workshop, and he wanted to learn the craft of brewing beer. In the past, it was said that the beer was good, but the original process and recipe were kept secret, and outsiders did not know. The public-private partnership was established, and the shopkeeper of Heersheng not only took out the factory, but also donated the craft of brewing to the state.

The shopkeeper of Heersheng is two people, Da Yang and Er Yang, the two are not brothers, but they have broken through the mouth together, worked as coolies for the Russians together, they are all from a hard background, and they have made a little money back to Beijing, and they opened this small brewery, which is emotionally closer than their own brothers. This can be seen from the name of the factory, together to prosper.

Since its founding, Heersheng has experienced many disasters and difficulties, experienced the fall of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, experienced the division of warlords, and experienced the occupation of the Japanese. In troubled times, there are always people with bad intentions staring at this small enterprise. But Heersheng has always insisted on one thing, that is, the recipe for brewing beer is only known to Da Yang and Er Yang, and they are all handled by themselves, and outsiders can't see it. Although this has caused the scale of Heersheng to be small and the output to be unable to rise, it objectively guarantees the quality of Heersheng beer, especially the autonomy of the factory.

The warlords and the Japanese have confiscated the factory, but the beer tastes wrong. also coerced and lured Da Yang and Er Yang, but both of them regarded the formula as more important than their lives and swore not to say anything. In the end, the only way to do this is to let them manage it and prosper. In this way, Da Yang and Er Yang were afraid to survive until liberation.

When New China engaged in public-private partnerships, Da Yang and Er Yang were both in their 70s and almost 80 years old. I knew that there was not a long time, so the factory, formula, and technology were donated to the country. At that time, the representatives of the government receiving factory also held a special reception ceremony, Dayang and Eryang wore red and hung colors, and gave a speech to the employees of the whole factory excitedly, and everyone listened enthusiastically. The two of them also brought dozens of apprentices, like rejuvenation, with these young people, eating and living in the factory, teaching hand in hand, ready to carry forward the prosperity of Hehe, but they never thought that they had caught up with the most chaotic years of New China.

Enterprises that have experienced warlords and Japanese occupations, and if they can survive, they must have had a time when they were compromised and disobeyed. But in those days, this was a crime, collaborators, traitors, spies, all hats could be buttoned up. At first, there were still people who said a fair word for Da Yang and Er Yang, but as the movement deepened, everyone hid far away, for fear of setting themselves on fire.

Soon the criticism began, and the two old men soon had a nervous breakdown under the torture in turn. First of all, Eryang threw the wine jar with injustice. At that time, the brewing tank was still made of wooden barrels, which was less than one person high. Eryang climbed into the jar and sank himself, very similar to the nameless body that died in the German brewing tank this time, and it was not found until many days later.

Da Yang didn't feel surprised at all, just begged for this and that, got Eryang's body out, and after cremation, he was buried in the poplar grove in the factory, not even a tombstone, just a small oak barrel on the grave. The poplar forest was planted later, and it was a small vegetable field cultivated by the factory itself.

After burying Eryang, Dayang seemed to have completed all his missions, wandering around the factory every day, touching the factory he had built brick by brick and stone, and touching the equipment transported back from thousands of rivers and mountains. A few days later, Da Yang disappeared, and later someone found Da Yang's neat clothes next to the deep well in the factory, and everyone speculated that Da Yang committed suicide by throwing himself into the well.

It turned out that Dayang Eryang had a two-story villa in the west of the factory, and he had lived for decades, and then the factory was expanded, and it was demolished.

After Da Yang Eryang committed suicide unjustly, some strange things often happened to people in the factory. Someone heard the old man's crying in the workshop of the factory in the west, and saw Eryang holding a long-handled spoon in front of the wooden barrel as he did before his death, tasting the taste of wine. There are also people who see Da Yang sitting on the edge of the well in the factory at night, writing something by the moonlight, but in a blink of an eye, the person is gone. In short, there are all kinds of them, but in those days, who dared to say that they believed in ghosts and gods? It's just that everyone knows it in their hearts, but no one is afraid, as if the two old men are not dead at all, and they are still wandering around the factory.

But after Dayang threw himself into the well, the water quality of the deep water well in the factory has changed greatly. There is no clear and sweet like before, not only turbid, but also has a very heavy earthy smell. At that time, the director of the factory sent someone down to check, but the well was nearly 100 deep, and I don't know how it was dug back then. And because the well water was so muddy that the people who went down did not know what was going on underground, the director had to add a lid to the well, seal it, and use purified and filtered tap water for brewing. Since then, this well has been slowly forgotten by the factory people.

(Sariputta, I am the same today, knowing that all sentient beings have all kinds of desires, and I write them with my heart, according to their nature, with all kinds of causes, metaphors, words, and conveniences.) Sariputta, all this is for the sake of attaining one Buddha vehicle and all kinds of wisdom. Sariputta, there are no two vehicles in the ten worlds, not to mention that there are three? Sariputta, the Buddhas come out of the five turbid and evil worlds, the so-called turbidity of calamities, turbidity of afflictions, turbidity of sentient beings, turbidity of seeing, and turbidity of life. In this way, Sariputta, when there is chaos, sentient beings are heavy, greedy and jealous, and the root causes of all kinds of unkindness are achieved, and the Buddhas use their power to make it easier to say three things in one Buddha's vehicle. --Lotus Sutra)