Section 2: Immortality

"Report, report to the government, don't worry if you quit or not, we understand that we are a rotten life, playing small is to pick up a life from Lord Yama to live until now, I know enough, the government keeps us and we haven't killed it, it's just a dream to burn high incense, and we can live one day at a time."

After saying this, the spy took a puff of cigarette, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, squatted on the stool with his legs, put his hands in his sleeves, and drooped his head and was speechless.

Lao Feng and Hong Mei looked at each other, Section Chief Jin got up and walked out of the house, Hong Mei took out a pen, shook off the tip of the pen, and wrote on the papyrus notebook. Lao Feng pressed a pinch of tobacco on the cigarette pouch pot and smoked it with a click.

The work was not big, the door rang, two people came in, the first was the head of the Jin section, and the back came in, before the person entered the house, a smell of sheep wafted in first.

"Here, little boss, quick, sit on the kang." Lao Feng greeted warmly, owed his body, flashed out a piece of land, and asked the little boss to sit beside him.

"Is the soup pot business okay? Is the charcoal fire enough to burn? How many days are there enough live sheep? ”

"Thanks to you, the business is fine, but it is much better than when the devil occupied the town, thanks to the help of our government to transport two large carts of charcoal, enough to burn for a few days, and brought back thirty sheep from the horse post, and the soup pot can't be cut off."

Lao Feng knocked the cigarette bag pot, filled it with shredded tobacco, and handed it to the little boss. The little boss took it and took two sips at the oil lamp, and the copper smoke pot hissed brightly.

"Section Chief Jin has told you, I'm looking for you today, there's nothing to do, I want to ask you to tell me about an old thing again, the devil occupied the town for the first time in 37 years, how did the old Chang family die in Nantou Hutong, you can tell me again."

After Lao Feng finished speaking, he glanced at the spy who was at the base of the wall with the corner of his eye. The guy clasped his hands, drooped his head, dozed off, and saliva was about to run down the corners of his mouth to the ground.

The little boss finished smoking, knocked on the edge of the kang, wiped the cigarette holder with his sleeve, handed it back to Lao Feng, and opened the cross-legged chatterbox.

The devil came down from Yinfang Town in 37 years, and more than a dozen trucks came, and the townspeople ran before the devil arrived. There were only four families in total, the old Chang family in Nantou Hutong and the old man Hu family next door to his house, as well as the owner and his buddy of the coffin shop, and then the small boss who was still running the hall in the tavern at that time.

The little boss was left by the tavern shopkeeper to look at the house, and after the devil came, he searched people door to door, and found the tavern, and when he saw that there was a wine jar, he really didn't feel difficult for the little boss. The owner and the men of the coffin shop will come to the trouble, and they will go to the street early to welcome them with waving the plaster flag they have made, and nothing will happen.

The devils were drinking in the tavern, shouting at the little boss to move wine jars from the backyard for them, and several large jars of wine were drunk to the bottom, at this time a Chinese came, listening to the meaning of leading the way for the devils, lying in the ears of the leading devil officer whispered a few words, and these devils ran to the Nantou alley.

At night, the little boss hid in the backyard of the tavern and didn't dare to go out, and was blasted out by the devil before dawn, plus the shopkeeper of the coffin shop and the young man, they were taken to Nantou Hutong together to collect the corpse.

Don't mention the tragic situation of the two families, one of the two members of the old Chang family died on the jujube tree in the courtyard, and the other died on the pillar of the main house, the old mother's head was cut off, her body was crooked at the root of the shadow wall, and the old man who watched the door was disemboweled and tied to the stone grinder of the grinding plate.

Lao Hutou's family of five next door to Lao Chang's house was locked in a firewood and straw house, and they couldn't afford to pick up a single one to burn. The bones of the five people did not fill a thin-skinned coffin.

The devils didn't stay for two days and left, and the little boss also heard the brother-in-law of the Emperor's Association Army talk later, saying that someone had sent a message to the devils, and told the devil that there was a treasure buried in the yard of Lao Chang's house, and the devils were greedy for money so they went to arrest Lao Chang's family, tortured and questioned all night, and everyone was breathed and didn't ask anything, and the courtyard and the house were rummaged through the house except for some foreign money, and there was nothing of value except for some foreign money.

The old beard's house next door was purely unlucky, and let the devil who didn't catch anything be used as a punching bag to cause trouble. Since then, no one dares to go to Nantou Hutong, and the two courtyards have been completely abandoned.

After speaking, the little boss pulled out his cigarette pouch and pot, and saluted Lao Feng, Lao Feng reached out to the little boss's cigarette purse and grabbed a pinch of tobacco, filled the pot with each other, lit it, and smoked it, and no one spoke quietly in the room.

After the cigarette was finished, Lao Feng said a few idle words and asked Section Chief Jin to send the little boss out of the hospital. Hong Mei didn't stop taking notes just now, this time she stopped her pen, poured a bowl of water from the crockpot, and drank it in small sips.

The agent at the root of the wall held his hand and covered his head at some point, and his face was still facing the ground.

Section Chief Jin hadn't come back yet, and the spy who hadn't moved for a long time spoke up.

"Sir, can you get another cigarette?"

Lao Feng skillfully tore a piece of paper, rolled a thick and large cannon barrel, threw it over, and the spy caught it and put it in his mouth tremblingly. Hong Mei put down the tea bowl, leaned over, picked up the oil lamp from the table, stretched out her hand, the spy lit a cigarette with his head sideways, and his hand and lips holding the cigarette roll trembled in the oil lamp.

He spat out his cigarette, his lips moved, his eyes drifted to Lao Feng, and as soon as he came into contact with Lao Feng's sight, he immediately lowered his head again.

Before he finished his cigarette, the door was pushed open, and Section Chief Jin crossed the threshold, stretched out his hand to the door and said, "Come, come in, don't be restrained." ”

A chubby middle-aged man came in outside the door, and when he came in, he nodded vigorously, followed by a green-skinned descendant, who was also bent over, with a look of sincere fear.

They all entered the house, took off the melon skin hat on their heads, and stood there looking at the few people in the house. Lao Feng beckoned the middle-aged man to sit on the edge of the kang, and after a few polite words, the middle-aged man sat down shallowly against the edge of the kang. The green skin descendant directly put his hands together and squatted on the fire road.

"Boss Ren, don't be afraid, it's not a big deal to find you, I want you to do our government a favor, there is an old matter, you can help me remember." In 37 years, the devil head came back to our Kawaguchi Town, do you remember the things of the old Chang family in Nantou? ”

Hearing Lao Feng say that it was a matter of Lao Chang's family in Nantou, the uncomfortable expression of the boss of the coffin shop just now eased up, and his stiff body was slightly relaxed.

Raising his hand to dust off the placket of his robe, he coughed lightly twice in his throat, and Boss Ren talked about the past slowly.

It's basically the same as the little boss of the sheep soup pot, but there are two differences, one is that he didn't say that he led the little guy to the town and waved a small flag to welcome the devil, which is not a glorious thing, and he won't mention it if he can. The second is to ask him and his buddies to carry and bury the dead, not a ghost, but a Chinese, and gave him two pieces of the ocean.

Speaking of the tragic situation he saw when he entered the yard of Chang's house, Boss Ren still covered his chest, and said vigorously that he still had palpitations when he thought about it now.

Speaking of the fact that there are treasures in the yard of the Chang family that are rumored by the people in the town, Boss Ren also pretended to be mysterious and said that it was the son of the leprosy ghost of the old Chang family who asked his father for money to smoke a lot, but his father did not give it, and the unfilial son colluded with the devil to take his own son's life.

"your stinking fart!" A scream interrupted Boss Ren's colorful joke, and Boss Ren, who had been nesting in the coffin pile all day, was startled, covered his chest and pale face, staring at the person at the root of the wall with big eyes.

The spy who was squatting on the stool and pumping the cannon barrel stood on the ground at some point, his hands clenched into fists, and he glared at the coffin shop owner viciously.

"Sit down! Be honest! Listen to the end of the conversation! Lao Feng slapped the kang table, the oil lamp jumped a few times, Hong Mei hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold it, the light in the room shook a few times, and after the flames stabilized, I saw Boss Ren slowly standing up from the edge of the kang, and the little guy who was squatting in the fire path also stood up, and the two looked at the person at the root of the wall together, frowning, as if thinking about something.

"Changsheng, Changsheng" Boss Ren muttered quietly, and suddenly, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted: "I'll just say it!" How do you look like this! You! You! You are the son of the tuberculosis ghost of the old Chang family! The one with the nickname Changsheng! ”

The spy standing hunched at the base of the wall was shaking like chaff, his lips were bloodless, and his cheeks were chattering.

Qingpi Housheng also shouted, saying that he recognized it, this is the son of the old Chang family who said that he went to Baoding Mansion, he had seen the old Chang family's mother take the child to the bazaar, I haven't seen him for many years, the person is taller, but the eyebrows and eyes have not changed at all.

"Changsheng, sit down, now you should understand whose hands your parents died!" Lao Feng put away his smile and looked at the spy with a serious face and said.