After listening to the words of the proprietress of the old woman, the old woman began to tell the stories she had heard on this road:

There used to be a poor widower on the second floor of No. 73, and he had two sons who were in elementary school, the eldest son was in the fifth grade, and the younger son was in the first grade, and he had always loved them, but because he was really poor, he had always lived a very hard life, and the children ate less meat when they grew up, so they grew shorter than their peers. It wasn't until he and the factory director's daughter began to get closer that the conditions of their family began to improve little by little, and the relationship between the two warmed up little by little, until they began to talk about marriage. One day at noon, the widower came back and looked at his sons who had come back for lunch, and asked them if they had anything to eat for the evening, and Daddy could buy them anything.

The children were very happy, so they said that they wanted to eat stewed pig's trotter soup, and when they heard this, the widower was silent for a while, and then said, "Okay." Although he had to work the night shift, he stewed them beforehand, and when he came back in the evening, he asked the eldest to heat it on the stove and eat it with the two brothers.

The brothers were so happy to hear the news that they went to school happily after lunch.

After school, there was a pot of boiled pig's trotter soup on the stove, and the eldest was happy to let the younger brother set the dishes and chopsticks first, he lit the gas fire, and then heated the soup.

The younger brother took the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to urge the elder brother.

The eldest finished the soup and brought it to the table to share with his brother, but the two children couldn't open the lid of the pot.

The boss researched it for a while and realized that it was not the kind of pressure cooker that Dad had said before. It's a casserole, and it stands to reason that it won't be as unopen as before, so he tried several times to open the lid of the pot, but it still didn't work.

After several unsuccessful attempts, they had to call their mother-in-law downstairs to help with the cooking.

When the three of them walked into the room again, the younger brother suddenly shouted: "Mommy, it's Mommy, Mommy is sitting on top of this pot!" ”

The mother-in-law exploded violently, you must know that the mother of the two brothers has been dead for several years!

Come to think of it. The mother-in-law immediately ran back and got a pair of silver chopsticks. Immediately clamped the lid of the pot, stretched it into the pot, and the chopsticks suddenly lit up.

……

After listening to the description of the mother-in-law who sold flowers, Xie Xun asked: "So the poor widower is to marry the daughter of the factory director." That's why you want to poison these two sons? ”

The flower seller sighed. Bian replied, "This is also a poor family. The poor widower did fancy the family's wealth at first, but he was always kind to the little girl, after all, he was widowed and had two children. But he's not completely disliked. It's just that at the beginning, I felt that I could finally give my two sons a good life, so they were all obedient to the girl. But who knew that this girl was good at everything, just don't be a stepmother, that's why there is this matter. ”

Hearing this, the proprietress suddenly spoke: "So, human beings are so ironic, obviously at the beginning to give the two children a better life, but in the end they want to poison their own flesh and blood." ”

Xie Xun listened to the words of the proprietress, and suddenly said faintly: "I think this understanding is too emotional, but I think this man is trying to give himself a better life from the beginning." ”

After Xie Xun finished speaking, the proprietress looked at him deeply, and before she could speak, the flower seller continued to say: "We, in fact, there are quite a lot of such things, and I have seen it with my own eyes." ”

As she spoke, she told a second story:

When my mother-in-law was a flower seller, she had a good friend named Weiwei who lived in the alley next door to their house.

One night, it was already 10 o'clock, and the flower seller came back from playing outside only to find that she hadn't done any homework today, so she thought of going to Weiwei's house to borrow some information for reference.

When she walked to the alley of Vivi's house, she suddenly felt that her choice seemed to be the wrong one.

Weiwei's family lives in the middle of an old-fashioned grotto door, and every night, most people are afraid to walk her family's path.

On both sides of the alley, which is no more than three meters wide, there are neatly rows of lamps like in Zhang Ailing's novels, which also exude that dim light.

It always makes people feel that from the end of this alley, it seems to be a floating ghost fire, and every lamp holds a dying soul.

Coincidentally, most of the people living in this alley are elderly, so you can see funerals here almost every once in a while, and because of this, this alley deeply imprinted a nameless fear in the heart of my mother-in-law when she was a child.

But homework can't be left undone, so the mother-in-law who sold flowers gritted her teeth, covered her head and rushed in, thinking that she just had to run to her door.

Just as she was rushing forward at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, there was a sudden "click" on the tungsten wire on the street lamp.

My heart tightened.

Involuntarily stopped, and at this time an old man with a gloomy face said to her: "How can children still run around at such a late hour!" ”

The voice is very familiar, this kind of majestic and stern tone is the fierce old man who usually lives next to Weiwei's house, he usually likes to be quiet, so the sound of their children playing in the alley has always been his taboo.

Hearing his voice, the flower seller at that time turned around and ran almost reflexively, and the scene of his fierce reprimand in the past seemed to emerge in front of her.

Finally escaped from this alley, and the flower seller couldn't help but look back to know if the fierce old man had caught up, but she didn't see his shadow, but in a trance, she saw a street lamp jumping in the middle of the road.

The next day, Wei Wei saw the tired face of the flower seller and asked her what was wrong, so the flower seller told her that she originally wanted to borrow homework and was scolded back, hearing this, Wei Wei said with a questioning face: "That old man died yesterday morning." ”

……

After this story was told, Xie Xun and the proprietress did not speak for a long time, for the proprietress that the hell in the middle of the night seemed to be unable to find any horror at all, and for Xie Xun, he seemed to be a little immune to this kind of thing.

Therefore, for a while, the two of them didn't know how to behave in order to be considered a normal person.

But the flower-selling lady seemed to take the silence of these two men as frightened, so she couldn't help laughing, and then said mysteriously: "The two places I told you are only ten minutes away, and you can reach them through this alley." ”

Listening to the words of the flower seller, Xie Xun suddenly became interested: "Is it really so close?" How wicked are you. What do you think? Shall we check it out? The last sentence is naturally asked by the proprietress . (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for not being able to calm down~~ The reward of the dead period

PS: Recently, the net clearing action is very tight, and this section of Sanyin Road was originally intended to be expanded with a historical figure who died tragically in a certain historical event, but modern history (you know) seems to be at risk of being harmonized, so I temporarily added these stories to intersperse, and then use other methods to explain this problem, because it was originally developed along the historical context, and now it can only be developed from strange events, and there was no ambush before (I didn't expect this time to be so tight T^T), So these stories may seem to be inserted more abruptly, but I hope you can understand and understand, I will try my best to write beautiful, round and reasonable, thank you.