He also thought that Yi Ningyuan's easy-to-talk personality was a person who waited for good news at home.

"Isn't it?" Zhou Qi was sad when he said this: "I used to run once a week, but two months before the college entrance examination, your school homework was made up ruthlessly, and it became a trip every half a month." Every time he came, some of our comrades didn't have time to investigate the case, so they just sent him away. ”

Jiang Futing could only nod his head and come down first, but he didn't dare to pack the ticket: "I know, I'll try to communicate with him." ”

"I'm sorry for you, Mr. Jiang." Zhou Qi saw that the chicken and dog bits and pieces that had been pestering them for more than half a year finally had hope of being solved, even if the case did not progress, he couldn't suppress his laughter.

"It's okay, I won't disturb your work." Jiang Futing was still polite and said politely.

Then, under the watchful eyes of many policemen behind him, he had to go down the hill until he couldn't see it, and when he saw the path on the side, he folded in, and instead saw the bungalow hidden under the mountain forest.

Only then did he realize that his client was a person who couldn't even tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and that the path he walked in now was completely opposite to the path he had just explored.

Speaking upside down, even the sense of direction is rotten like this, Jiang Futing can't get any better with these impressions of her alone, and finally walked into the village with a frown.

After arriving in the village, Jiang Futing found that this place was not only sparsely populated on the outside, but the real situation was not much better than the village half a year ago

The houses are not door-to-door, at least fifty or sixty meters from one house to another, and the old trees and weeds between each house have grown in a disorderly manner for I don't know how many years.

The village I went to before was lively five years ago, but this place didn't even have a chance to have excitement and prosperity.

Since entering the village, he has only seen three people, an old man wearing a hat in his sixtieth year, a little doll of seven or eight years old whose clothes are half torn, and a middle-aged man who is lame and crutches in his forties and fifties.

The three of them stared at themselves with deep expressions, as if they hadn't seen anyone for a long time, as if they had something on them.

Especially that little child, with his big black and innocent eyes, have been falling on you without moving for a moment, which is terrifying to watch.

No matter how good Jiang Futing's concentration was, he was also a little uncomfortable stared at by such eyes, he simply pretended not to know anything, and walked calmly to the center of the agreed village, under the big tree that had grown for an unknown number of years.

The tree was leafy like a huge curtain, and it looked like it was probably the longest-lived in the village, its branches and leaves scattered so that it could not even be seen from the sun, and it was so thick that it would take at least four grown males to hold it hand in hand.

Under the tree stood a waiting woman, whose head was half-covered by the drooping foliage, making it impossible to see her face.

But Jiang Futing always felt a little familiar when he saw that figure and standing posture.

It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the tree that the woman heard the sound of shredded footsteps and turned around.

That's one

A weather-beaten face.

Jiang Futing paused, and felt from the bottom of his heart that this kind of thing was really magical.

This face impressed him, and he remembered the image of the woman looking at him in horror like a madman trying to break free, shouting that there was a ghost, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

She is the woman he accidentally knocked down when he went to visit Wang Sili in the hospital half a year ago.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to recognize it, she turned around with a thirst, and in her eagerness, from the respect at first sight, after seeing the person in front of her, it was slowly replaced by the evil thoughts and obscurity that grew.

Like the three people who just saw him, it seemed to be watching something, but she hid it well in an instant.

"Hello, you're Jiang Tianshi, right?" The woman's face was yellow and shriveled, and a pair of eyes could not see the brilliance, only when she just saw herself, she flew for a moment.

Jiang Futing turned a blind eye, "Hello, you are Zhang Yan?" ”

"It's me. It's been hard along the way, you can come to my house and sit for a while, and then you can see how to catch ghosts? She said politely, and was busy leading the way.

She looked in a bad state, like she hadn't had a good rest for a long time, but compared to the crazy appearance half a year ago, she was at least sane.

Jiang Futing still nodded indifferently and followed her.

The two of them were still going deep into the village, and he didn't ask any questions along the way, but first silently observed the surroundings.

The road is a little tortuous, to be precise, there is no road, and it winds and turns past several evacuated homes. The two of them walked on a path that had been too old for weeds to grow, bypassed a man's house, and walked up a small slope.

It was a very low bungalow, and the house was made of bricks, and even the stucco was disdainful, and the vertical and horizontal lines of the bricks were exposed to the air.

I don't know how many years the wind and rain have been blowing, the four corners of each brick have different degrees of weathering, after entering, the beams are also a little tilted, the wooden beams have been eaten away by the wind and rain for a long time, some places have opened, some places have collapsed, and there are countless small holes of different depths.

It's all moth-eaten.

Jiang Futing waved his hand and brushed off the strong old musty smell in front of him, it was quite magical that a place like the north could have a taste.

Zhang Yan was about to close the door after he came in, but was stopped by Jiang Futing, his slightly frowning brows showed indescribable discomfort, "Don't close, ventilate." ”

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment, and looked out of the door a little timidly, "But ......"

"Turn it off at night." Jiang Futing's tone could not be rejected together.

Wang Yan reluctantly let go of her hand, went to the stove and took a few cracked bowls to clean them and put them on the table, and carried an iron stove, waste wood and a few pieces of black coal to build a stove outside the door.

"Master Jiang, then you wait a minute, I'll go boil some water for you to drink." She always spoke with humility and flattery, as if she was used to bowing her head in front of others.

"Okay." Jiang Futing watched her skillful running inside and outside the door, this person was obviously afraid, but he was not in a hurry.

Not long after, a choking smell of burning dead branches and dust wafted in from outside

, He roughly swept the room and walked out, the fire of the stove had been raised, and Zhang Yan was putting black coal into the stove.

"How old has this house been?" The other party was not in a hurry, he also came down leisurely and asked small and ordinary words.

It's just that Zhang Yan even gave such an answer vaguely, she finished sandwiching the last black coal, rubbed her waist, and thought about it before saying, "It's been a long time, I don't know, I bought this house." ”

Jiang Futing had some doubts, this house is broken, the ground is not good, it is so far from the entrance of the village, not to mention entering and exiting, there is no serious road uphill, ordinary people can't walk at night when it's dark, and it's easy to slip in rain and snow.

He continued, "Why don't you buy the following one?"

"I like to be clean." Zhang Yan's tone was suddenly a little cold, she packed up her things without raising her head, and moved the sundries back to the back kitchen.

Jiang Futing almost wondered if she needed to catch ghosts.

Maybe Bai Tang's inference is not wrong, this woman herself doesn't know, although the online communication at noon is very good, and he is also a little worried about whether this person will pay the employment fee when he arrives here.

The women all revealed suspicions, as if they were too timid to hide something.

Clean? Where is this place not clean?

She is also a person who is afraid of ghosts, she doesn't go to a crowded place, and she lives so far away, for fear that the ghost won't eat her?

Jiang Futing stood at the door and looked at the small chimney covering the stove, and the white smoke rose in a curling and drifting into the mountains and forests not far away.

He was thinking about something, but suddenly he felt as if a pair of eyes were watching his back.

He turned his head warily, not knowing if that glance was his delusion.

This woman looks weak, but her eyes are full of aggression when she looks at people.

The simplicity and pity on the outside seem to be disguised, but I don't know how thick the sheepskin this wolf wears is enough to confuse the real thing.

Zhang Yan was surprised, he didn't expect him to turn back suddenly, his expression was slightly flustered, and the fear on his face was three points true and seven points false, "Master Jiang, how do you see it?" Have you figured out how to catch it? ”

Jiang Futing did not expose it, according to her words: "No, the description you gave yesterday is too messy, and some of them need to be confirmed with you."

"Oh." Zhang Yan sat down a little distractedly.

From time to time, she looked at the stove outside that was still smoking, and her face was watching the progress of the stove, but as she turned her head more often, the uneasiness in her eyes spread along with the smoke.

Jiang Futing couldn't figure out whether she was afraid or not, or what she was afraid of?

He sat down on the stool in the doorway, and when he sat down, the stool babbled, and he felt that if he pressed a gust of wind, it would fall apart immediately.

"If you think about it carefully, what are the characteristics of the ghost you saw, whether it is a man or a woman?" When he calmed his voice, his tone was not so harsh, and it was low and easy to let people relax their guard.

Zhang Yan's expression of recollection was a little resistant, and she raised her head, just in time to look at Shangjiang Futing's eyes.

The dead silence in his eyes was like a vast and endless dark sky, where there were hidden demons that seduced people's hearts, rekindled her fear, and forced her to trace the depths of the oppression

Something in the bottom of my heart.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Futing saw that her face was distorted to the point of convulsions from time to time with the encroachment of fear.

She suddenly looked up in horror, her limbs were cold and stiff, and her lips trembled as much as she wanted to say something, but the fear reached the extreme, and she could only scream silently.

The expression was the same as when I saw it half a year ago.

He walked over and pressed her shoulder calmly and firmly, "Say it, and you'll be fine." If you don't say it, she will haunt you forever. ”

Zhang Yan was frightened by his last unintentional threat, and her body suddenly trembled like a sieve, and murmured: "Man? Female? ”

"Okay, it seems to have both!" Zhang Yan suddenly waved her hand vigorously

Her strength was surprisingly great, Jiang Futing was a little caught off guard by her, and when he came back to his senses, the woman had already quickly gotten under the table and covered her head fiercely.

Like a frightened bird, she cried out incoherently, "I don't know! I don't know about men! Female! They all follow me! There are two ...... Wrong! There are three! ”

Jiang Futing suddenly thought of Jiang Li, who was hiding behind a tree that day, squatted down, and asked in a slow tone, "Is it the man in the hospital?" ”

Holding his head and trembling body, Zhang Yan nodded frantically, "It's him!" That's him! ”

But after saying that, I felt that something was wrong, and my thinking ability was forcibly withdrawn from being dominated by fear: "How do you know?"

Jiang Futing's eyes changed, how could it be Jiang Li?

(End of chapter)