There was no one inside. With the light that penetrated through the holes in the torn windows, Yang Qiuchi slowly walked in.

It was a bedroom, with a dressing table by the window, and a large copper mirror in the center, reflecting the cold light.

There was a rocking chair next to it, and next to it was a small coffee table.

There was a large bed in the back, one of those antique wooden beds, with carved wooden railings on it. The tent hangs low, and it is tightly blocked. Next to the bed was a small baby bassinet covered with a black cloth.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly had a thought in his heart, there must be a baby lying in this cradle, and he could imagine the baby's chubby face. He's going to check it out.

Slowly groping his way to the cradle, he reached out and grabbed the corner of the black cloth and pulled it violently.

Hula, a black shadow rushed out, so frightened that Yang Qiuchi screamed, and hurriedly avoided it.

The shadow fell to the ground and stopped, then moved slowly again, without making a sound. Then he floated on the dresser and froze, "Meow~!" The black shadow let out a call, and it turned out to be a black cat.

Yang Qiuchi breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that the old people said that it was very evil to see cats in unclean places. The ghosts of the dead will possess the cat's body.

Yang Qiuchi is a forensic doctor, who deals with corpses all day long, and often studies the various organs of the human body that have been dissected and removed alone in the dissection room of the morgue, and there are empty shells of corpses that have been hollowed out on the dissecting table next to him, and there are still some corpses in the morgue outside.

He lives in the pile of the dead, so he has never been afraid of the dead, he looks at the dead as if he were looking at flowers and plants, and he wonders why other people are afraid.

But, tonight was different, instead of a corpse, he saw a woman, a woman crying in a haunted little attic, a woman who floated in mid-air without legs but smiled at herself.

Moreover, this is not a dream.

He really felt fear, and this fear did not come from the dead, but from the dead.

He stared at the cat, which stood motionless like a sculpture.

Yang Qiuchi decided not to care about it, he turned around and looked at the big sandalwood carved bed that was blocked by the Wei tent. As if he had seen the brocade quilt in the tent, the woman in white was lying on the pillow, with her long hair scattered on the pillow.

Fang Cai's matter was too weird, Yang Qiuchi decided to find out.

He whispered a mantra in his mouth, formed a magic seal in his right hand, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the tent, and pulled it violently. A Dharma seal struck it.

He was expecting a burst of fire, as in the movie, and the ghosts inside would scream and disappear. However, there was no noise inside. It's dark and can't see clearly.

Yang Qiuchi looked over and saw that there were no ghosts or women on the bed, an empty bed, a quilt folded neatly in the middle, and a pair of pillows at the head of the bed, which were also neat, like a pair of mandarin ducks snuggling side by side.

It was simply to scare himself, Yang Qiuchi scolded secretly, put down the maintenance tent, and turned around to go out, the black cat on the dresser suddenly meowed, jumped down, and ran out of the door like black smoke.

Yang Qiuchi stood in this dark and gloomy room, and always felt as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him coldly behind him. Looking back, there was nothing.

There was another room on the other side of the living room, and Yang Qiuchi decided to go and see it, and if there was nothing, he would go back. He never wanted to see the woman in white floating in mid-air looking at him smiling, whether she was a human or a ghost.

Yang Qiuchi lowered his head and explored the road and slowly walked out, crossing the threshold of the inner room and coming to the living room.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and the door was closed at some point. The moonlight poured in coldly through the large and small holes in the lattices of the doors and windows, and the white light spread all over the ground, dotted with stars, as if countless eyes were looking at themselves.

Before Yang Qiuchi could figure out who closed the door, he had already found something wrong in the corner of his eye, turned his head to look, and suddenly, his eyes were staring directly at the beam in the middle of the living room, and the cold hairs all over his body stood up - on the beam, there was a person hanging, dressed in white and white dress, with his head hanging down, his miserable white face, a pair of eyes staring at him, eating and chuckling!

Yang Qiuchi screamed in fright, his hands and feet stiffened and took a few steps backwards, slammed on the threshold, fell down, and the back of his head hit a hard thing hard, and he fainted instantly.

........................ "Husband~!" Husband~! Feng Xiaoxue's crying voice came from his ears.

My head hurts! Yang Qiuchi slowly opened his eyes, so dazzling light!

Yang Qiuchi hurriedly closed his eyes again.

"Brother~! You're awake, great! It was the cry of surprise from the crazy girl Song Yun'er.

"Son~!" Mother Yang's cry.

Where am I? Yang Qiuchi tried hard to remember, his head hurt!

Yang Qiuchi raised his hand to block his forehead, slowly opened his eyes, gradually adapted to the dazzling light, and let go of his hand.

It was already dawn, and there were people all around. Old lady Yang and his wife and concubines, children, housekeepers and others all surrounded him, and Song Zhixian and Nangong Xiong and other guards were also beside him.

Feng Xiaoxue knelt beside Yang Qiuchi and hugged his head, her face was full of tears, and when she saw Yang Qiuchi wake up, she shouted happily: "Husband~!" Reaching out and wiping away tears, "How are you feeling?" ”

"My head hurts, where am I?" Yang Qiuchi struggled to sit up. Song Yun'er squatted on the other side of him, and when she saw this, she hurriedly helped Feng Xiaoxue to sit up and said, "Brother, your head is broken, and there is a lot of blood, of course it hurts." ”

The old lady Yang on the side breathed a sigh of relief: "Wake up, okay, Qiuchi is fine!" ”

Mother Yang also said happily: "Yes, thanks to the blessing of the ancestors. Tears looked at Yang Qiuchi lovingly: "Son, why did you come here, you are about to kill us!" ”

Yang Qiuchi looked around, and he was still lying in the wing room on the second floor of the small attic. Hurriedly got up, and looked into the living room, the beams were empty, there was nothing, and the woman in white who had frightened her was gone.

Yang Qiuchi pointed to the beam with his hand and asked suspiciously, "What about the woman?" ”

"What woman?" Mother Yang asked.

"The woman in white who hanged herself on the beam? What I saw last night, right there! ”

Everyone felt a chill.

Old lady Yang smiled reluctantly, coughed softly, and ordered the maid to help Yang Gongzi back to rest.

Yang Qiuchi pushed away the maids, turned his head to look at Old Lady Yang, and said, "Is it because I'm dazzled?" No, I saw it very really, and it wasn't a dream, I screwed myself, it hurt, absolutely true! ”

Song Yun'er smiled: "Brother, look at your lies as if they were the real thing." ”

Yang Qiuchi knew that this matter was very strange, and he couldn't say a word, so he asked, "Yun'er, how did you find out that I was here?" ”

Song Yun'er said: "When the sky was bright, I heard my sister-in-law calling your name in the corridor, I quickly got up and went out to ask, and my sister-in-law said that you were gone." Can't find it anywhere. ”

"I panicked when I heard it, and hurriedly searched everywhere, and then Mrs. Yang and they got the news, and everyone looked separately, and finally found that the door of the yard was open, and there were footprints in the snow. Brother, what's wrong with you? After thinking about it, Song Yun'er blinked her eyes and asked, "Brother, you shouldn't really sleepwalk, right?" ”

Yang Qiuchi ignored her, this matter is too strange, you have to think about it calmly.

Yang Qiuchi felt a lot of pain in the back of his head, reached out and touched it, and found that his scalp had cracked a small wound, and his hair was soaked with blood, but now the wound had scabbed and stopped bleeding.

When I turned to look at where I was lying, I noticed a small patch of blood on the ground. It's a little strange, this is a wooden floor, at most it's hard to knock your head into a big bag, how can you knock out a hole, your head must be knocked in some angular place.

Song Yun'er saw Yang Qiuchi looking at the blood stains on the ground and looking around, so she walked over and took a low stool from the side and handed it to Yang Qiuchi, saying, "Brother, are you looking for this?" When we found you, you had this low stool next to your head. ”

Yang Qiuchi took it and took a look, and sure enough, there were fresh blood marks on the side of the stool. It seems that he was frightened by the hanged female ghost, and the back of his head hit the corner of this low stool, and he passed out.

A little girl glanced at the stool, and said in a trembling voice: "That's, that's the stool that the third young grandmother hung herself on when she hanged herself......

Song Yun'er shivered in fright and said, "Don't be scary, okay?" Who are you? How do you know? ”

Old Lady Yang's second aunt, Tai Zhang's nostrils, snorted: "She is the little girl Huan Zhichun who scratched the fox in this room, and she was in the room when the fox was hanged." Of course I do. ”

Yang Qiuchi didn't like Zhang's tone of speech, so he deliberately stared at Zhang's and said, "Aunt Zhang, I saw the fox Guo you said last night," pointing to the beam in the living room, "She is hanging there!" ”

Zhang was so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head to look at the beams of the room, and suddenly remembered the scene where Guo was hanged in this room, and said with a strong smile: "Young Master Yang, you, don't scare me." ”

Song Yun'er asked curiously, "Brother, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" ”

"I heard a woman crying in this little attic, thought it was a clay doll, came in to check, and found a woman hanging from the beam in the living room."

Old lady Yang's eldest son, Yang Qingshui, suddenly interjected and asked, "Cousin, did you really see a woman hanging herself on the beam of this living room?" ”

Yang Qiuchi said with certainty: "Yes, I can see it clearly. ”

The eldest young master, Yang Qingshui's face turned pale, and his lips trembled and muttered something.

Yahuan Zhichun's trembling voice said, "It must be the ghost of the third aunt who has returned." ”

"Nonsense!" The original Pan Shi shook his fat body, and the oil powder on his face glowed white, "What ghosts, how can there be ghosts?" This prodigal hoof deserves to die! Why didn't she come to me? She dares to scare me, see if I don't scold her for squirting blood! ……”

Old Lady Yang frowned and interrupted her: "Okay! What a roar! Lord Yang of Yang Zhi County, Song Tongzhi Lord Song are all here, you are making trouble like this, what kind of system has it become! ”

Pan stopped talking, and finally spat on the beam.

The second aunt, Mrs. Zhang, held Mrs. Yang's arm and said, "Ouch, I'll just say, some people just don't take our master in their eyes, so those adults are here, and they don't save some face for the master, so that people steal jokes." ”

"What did you say?" The original partner Pan was furious and shouted, "When is it your turn to speak?" You slut, scratch the fox, I'm going to tear your stinky mouth apart! Pan roared and pounced, grabbed the concubine Zhang's hair with one hand, pulled it back vigorously, and grabbed Zhang's face with the other hand.

Zhang's figure is petite, where is her opponent, she resists desperately, but she can't resist it, she can only protect her face.

Zhang's daughter Yang Aixiao hurriedly stepped forward to protect her mother, she didn't dare to fight with her original partner Pan, so she could only desperately protect her mother's face, and as a result, she was also caught several times. The room was in chaos.

"Enough!" Old lady Yang roared, "You have to fight outside!" Kill the best! Save my face here! ”

Only then did the three women stop, and Zhang sobbed and approached Mrs. Yang, like a wounded kitten. With a wave of his hand, Old Lady Yang lifted Zhang upside down and fell out for several steps.

Old lady Yang yelled: "Get out~!" You both get out of here! ”

Seeing that Mrs. Yang was really angry, Steward Pang hurriedly whispered on the side to persuade the two wives away.

This is their family matter, Yang Qiuchi is not easy to interject, and he looks on coldly, it seems that the relationship between Mrs. Yang's wife and concubine is very unharmonious.

Yang Qiuchi looked at Fang Liang again, could the woman in white he saw last night be the hanged concubine Guo? Isn't she already dead? How could I see her? Is there really a ghost in this world?

Yang Qiuchi didn't believe in ghosts, and it was impossible for them to believe in ghosts, if that was the case, they would have been scared to death. But how do you explain what you saw clearly last night?

Yang Qiuchi turned his head and looked at the oil paper on the window lattice in the wing, the big hole, and the piece of window paper still hanging on the hole, which he tore off last night, all proved that all this was not a dream.

But how can a man float in the air? How can it be lightning fast and move between the window and the door? How could he take advantage of the few minutes he spent in the bedroom to hang himself silently from the beam of the living room outside? How can you still look at yourself with your eyes open and smile when you hang yourself with a rope around your neck?

Moreover, I don't know how to spell at all, so it's even more strange that I recited a spell and made a magic seal.

I can't explain what I saw last night, but what I saw with my own eyes may not be true, it's like a trick, if you don't know the mystery, you will feel amazing.

There must be some mystery in this that he doesn't know, Yang Qiuchi estimates that there are two possibilities for this mystery, one is a certain martial arts master with high light skills, who comes and goes like the wind, hanging in the air, pretending to be a ghost to scare himself; The other is that I have hallucinations.

For the first one, Yang Qiuchi feels that it is almost impossible, no matter how strong the martial arts are, it cannot exceed the limitations of human physical conditions, such as the speed of 100 meters, scientists predict that the fastest human 100 meters can only run to 9 seconds 74, if the body is fast, the body will be overwhelmed and dismembered during the running, although this limit number is not necessarily accurate, but the speed of human running must be limited, how can it not exceed the speed of light.

He just lowered his head and raised his head, and in a second at most, the smiling woman in white behind the window had already arrived at the door and floated in the air. Yang Qiuchi visually measured the distance from the window to the outside of the gate, it was nearly twenty meters, even according to the world record of nine seconds and seventy-seven, it was impossible to reach it in such a short time, and there was also a threshold, and the turn out of the gate had to suddenly reach this speed from standing still - it was simply unimaginable.

Of course, it is not excluded that martial arts masters who do not know have this special function. However, this is beyond the scope of forensic science research.

Even if this can be achieved by a martial arts master, there is another problem that is impossible for any martial arts master to achieve, that is, to hang in the air and stand still without the help of other objects - the geocentric attraction exists for any human being, including the so-called martial arts masters, no one can counteract gravity and lose their weight out of thin air, which is against the laws of physics and is pseudoscience.

Martial arts are indeed wonderful, but no matter how wonderful martial arts are, they cannot violate the laws of nature, otherwise, they can either only exist in the fantasy of martial arts novels, or, it is magic tricks.

Yang Qiuchi is a forensic doctor, and forensic doctors pay attention to the analysis of rational surnames, so Yang Qiuchi can't understand that the ghost-like woman he saw is a martial arts master, because her behavior violates the laws of nature. Unless it's a martial arts master who can do tricks.

If so, then it's even more strange, what is this martial arts master pretending to be a ghost to scare himself? It's definitely not to scare yourself to death, otherwise wouldn't it be clean to slap yourself to death, so what's the point?

A thought came out of her mind, could it be that she wanted to scare herself away? Why scare yourself away? Are you afraid that you will find some secret secret? Could it be that the third aunt Tai Guo hanged herself, is there any secret in it?

The second possibility that I encountered a ghost last night was that I had a hallucination, and I saw a ghost floating in the air. For this possibility, Yang Qiuchi has not yet found a reasonable explanation for his hallucinations.

Feng Xiaoxue was frightened by Yang Qiuchi's injury when he met a ghost, although it was broad daylight, he still felt chills in this small attic, and when she saw Yang Qiuchi in a daze, she was even more worried, so she took Yang Qiuchi's hand, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Husband, I'm so scared, let's go back to Ningguo Mansion." ”

Mother Yang heard Feng Xiaoxue's words, she was also very nervous, and nodded approvingly.

Yang Qiuchi hugged Feng Xiaoxue's shoulders and said with relief: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoxue, it's okay, there are so many of us, ghosts can't bully us." ”

"Then you ...... last night"

"It was an accident, it won't be tonight, if you don't feel at ease, just sit on the bed and stare at me to sleep, okay?"

Feng Xiaoxue smiled and nodded.

(To be continued)