Today I have added the preface of this book, because I have a lot of things in my heart to tell you.

I believe that everyone has their own "ghost stories" in their hearts, whether they are true or not. Fear is still fresh in our minds, it is hidden in the deepest part of our hearts, and you may not be able to confide in others in your life. Occasionally, in the dead of night, those old memories will come to mind like black and white silhouettes, which always makes me uneasy.

My family lives in eastern Sichuan, in a place called Jianghe Town (not a real place name). In my memory, my hometown is a rural town with pleasant scenery, the canal river flows slowly, and the Daqing Mountains rise and fall, giving birth to countless peaceful days in the town. In the early days of reform and opening up, due to the developed waterway transportation in the town, many small state-owned enterprises were located here, which also made the town have a period of glorious days, at that time, Sanhui Town was known as "Little Chongqing", beverage factory, iron factory, canning factory, match factory, pot factory, distillery...... Light industries of all kinds are a thriving situation.

Although the town caught up with the opportunity of reform and opening up, it did not keep up with its pace, and the backward productive forces were eliminated soon after, and the factories that used to roar were gradually buried in the dust, becoming the world of play when I was young.

My family lived in a pot factory, and after the reform, this state-owned enterprise became a small factory contracted by private individuals. Every day, hundreds of workers covered in iron ash work desperately inside, and even though it was full of noise, I could feel its loneliness from the faces of my uncles.

At that time, I was in junior high school, and the school was so close to home that it would take me less than 20 minutes to walk slowly. On the way, you have to pass through a winding alley, which at that time consisted of the fence of the factory and the residential houses on the road. The iron ash that flies out of the factory every day has already dyed the alley black that can never be taken off. This road is too familiar, and even at night, even if it is smeared, it can run all the way without scruples. The morning and evening self-study in junior high school is really boring, and I can't figure out why the school would let us teenagers who are still developing suffer such devastation.

At dawn in the winter in the first half of the second year of junior high school, I asked for a few yuan from my mother and went on the road, it was about half past six, I was empty-handed, and I was rushing to school in a hurry to complete my homework, which was also blamed on Nicholas Tse back then, if it wasn't for learning two of his songs, where would I be so busy that I forgot to take my homework home.

When I left the factory gate, I entered the long, winding and narrow alley, and the pre-dawn light illuminated the inside...... Black shiny black shiny.

When I reached the second corner of the alley, I heard a "ding, ding" sound in front of me, as if someone was wearing a pair of heavy iron boots coming towards me, and the sound echoed in the narrow alley, which was extremely clear. Because there are still many farmers who want to go to the street to sell vegetables from here in the morning, I thought that someone pushed the sound of the cart. In a panic to catch up with my homework, the two cloths turned in, and the thing passed by me.

Although I didn't really believe in gods and ghosts at that time, anyone who watched "Journey to the West" would have the same idea as I did at the time.

It was a person, like a person, to be exact. He was dressed in pitch black and wore a pair of silver boots on his feet, up to his knees. There was also a long, white thing in his hand. I didn't see what he looked like, and the only thing I was sure of in the dimly lit alley was that he had a long, pointed hat on top of his head. He seemed to be in a hurry, and in two seconds he walked behind me and, along with the sound of footsteps, disappeared into the alley. And the alley behind me, even the current Liu Xiang, I'm afraid it will take more than ten seconds to run.

I stupidly looked back to see what was going on, but I only felt the cold wind blowing from the alley, that day, I was late for self-study, and the start time of self-study was half past seven.

In the blink of an eye, I was already a high school student, and the school was still the same middle school in town. When I entered high school, I heard more about the "ghost stories" in the town and at school, but none of them were as good as what happened to me that day...... Until the sophomore year of high school.

At the beginning of the school year, the school transferred an amazing borrower, Sichuan Quanxing football team, reserve player, Ah Xing (not real name). This guy is fair-skinned and handsome, and his height of one meter eight or nine is even more incompatible with us dirt buns. Naturally, the people in the school will be sought after by countless people, in addition to countless girls, there is also the macho gang of the sports training team, and soon, the limelight of this football kid will overshadow any "boss" in the school.

Although I am a marginal figure in the school, I am still very familiar with the people on the school team, and I met Ah Xing and abused him a few basketball games with him.

A month before the sophomore exams, I was playing soccer with a few junior high school students when an aunt who was familiar with my mother came up to me and told me that someone had just drowned in the river, and it seemed to be one of the people who played basketball with me. I panicked and ran to the river to see who it was.

Seeing the macho men of the school team sitting by the river with a sad face, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind, Ah Xing?

No way, isn't he going back to the team tomorrow to play? How could it be at this time......

Reality will not be merciful to you because of how outstanding you are, Ah Xing really died in this clear and calm river. The salvage crew searched for seven or eight days where Ah Xing finally fell into the water, but still failed to find his body. The people in the school team, as well as those girls who like Ah Xing, stay by the river every day and wait. I also felt the cruelty of death for the first time. I heard that when Ah Xing drowned, a boat stretched out a bamboo pole for him, but he didn't catch it, a business man in the town wanted to go down to the river to save Ah Xing, but was stopped by his wife, I heard that the school team was swimming to Ah Xing at that time, but they didn't catch up.

At noon on the ninth day, I was about to cross the river to the town, and the sun was so poisonous that I walked all the way, scolding the ghost weather all the way. When they arrived at the river, the boatman was still smoking on the shore, wanting to wait for more guests before sailing. So I went to the boat and hid from the sun. Sitting and sitting, I suddenly felt that the temperature dropped all of a sudden, and the boat began to shake, and then I immediately heard the boss on the shore shouting, come up!

When I came out, the sky was already covered by black clouds, and the river began to ripple. Thinking it was going to rain, I hid in a shop on the shore and stared at the sky with the shipowner. Even though I have felt earthquakes and seen ferocious flood peaks, none of these can compare to what I saw at the time.

Wind, squall. Such winds should only be seen in those places in Xinjiang, where the river is blown in all directions, and the shore seems to be a sandstorm, blowing people to see what is around. The people around were terrified, thinking that there was some drastic change in the weather. A sense of fear surrounds everyone.

In five minutes, a great change in the climate lasted only five minutes, and the boat crossing the river had been blown into the middle of the river, fortunately not capsizing into the water. The owner of the boat naturally breathed a sigh of relief, but I still did not recover from the shock just now, when we all saw that on the other side, many people were gathering towards the river.

Just after that gust of wind, Ah Xing's body floated up from the water, exposed to the sun with puffiness and a huge hole in the top of his head.

The classmates in Ah Xing's class all came to see him, and the girls couldn't cry when they saw it, and we, all of us, held back the churning in our stomachs and looked at him for the last time. You don't think that's anything strange? That's what I thought, too.

A few days later, there are dead people in Ah Xing's class, and you may never believe that a good person would die like that for the rest of your life.

In the last class of the morning, the physics teacher was lecturing to his classmates in the heat, and a student who fell asleep on his desk made his patience greatly limited. The teacher said, "The one who sleeps." Get up for Lao Tzu. ”

The sleeping student woke up, glanced up at the teacher on the stage, and then collapsed on the desk. The teacher angrily walked up to him, and with a push, the sleeping student fell to the ground by his hand, although there was no professional doctor, and the physics teacher could see that he was dead.

This incident caused a sensation in the whole school, and during that time, everyone was panicked, for fear that they would be like Ah Xing and his classmates, and then, the attendance rate of each class plummeted, and even several teachers took leave and left the school.

In the open water pipe next to the school toilet, the bodies of two schoolgirls were found within a year.

In the dormitory of the school's students, fifteen people are known to have committed suicide.

When the school was expanded in 2004, a huge moth hole was dug and for half a month, the walls and corridors of all floors of the school were covered with moth corpses.

Some of the more bizarre things I can't list because they have no factual basis, but the school's repeated relocation of the school gate has proven some things from the side.

Writing "Wronged Souls Guiding the Way" is not a momentary excitement of this seat, but because the things that happened around me are so weird that I feel creepy when I think about it, so I want to find an outlet for myself and use the YY spirit to fill the doubts in my heart.