My name is Chen Qiao, and I just graduated from university this year. As a child from a rural background, I especially knew how difficult it was to live in a big city, so I started looking for a job early to stay here. However, a phone call from my grandfather forced me to change my mind. And, in a sense, the call also kicked off a huge puzzle.

It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening when my grandfather's phone called, and I was having a casual meal with a few well-mixed buddies. I was having a good time drinking when my phone rang.

"Alright, brothers, I'll answer the phone."

Landline number, my grandfather doesn't have a mobile phone, this is the phone number of the old Wang's shop at the head of the village.

"Master, what's wrong..."

I poured a lot of beer and liquor, and my tongue was a little bigger.

"Boy, come back."

Grandpa's tone was a little strange, weak. He was very strict with me since I was a child, and he always spoke sonorously and forcefully, and if I hadn't heard him habitually call me "boy", I would have wondered if I had made the wrong call.

Moreover, my grandfather has always been very supportive of my job search and told me not to go back. Could it be that something is wrong? Thinking of this, the night breeze blew again, and I was half awake from this wine.

"I'm looking for a job, what's wrong? Something happened at home? ”

"It's nothing, I have something important to say to you, I must come back tomorrow."

"What..."

"Toot toot..."

Did the old man hang up on me?

I hung up the phone in confusion and thought of another question. In the countryside, I rest relatively early at night, and my grandfather usually goes to bed at eight or nine o'clock, so it seems that it is really urgent to come to me so late.

When I returned to the wine table, I lost the interest in drinking, so I hurriedly said goodbye to a few buddies and bought a bus ticket for tomorrow morning. The city where I went to school was not close to my hometown, and if I wanted to get home tomorrow, I would have to take a bus all day.

The next day, I packed my bags early and got on the bus back home. The thought of going home soon was a lot of thoughts in my heart. Not only worries about my grandfather, but also a lot of doubts.

My hometown is in a very remote part of the Northwest Territories, poor and backward. How poor is it, it's like it's 9012 now, and my hometown is still like the countryside in the seventies and eighties in the mainland, and there is no electricity. It's nothing, it's strange that my grandfather and I are the only outsiders in the whole village. In such a poor village, why did my grandfather take me to settle here?

I was 13 years old that year, and my grandfather took me to this place called Qifeng Village to settle down. My memories before I was 13 years old were blank. I don't remember what my parents looked like, and I don't remember what happened. According to my grandfather, there was a disaster in our original hometown that year, and my parents and relatives died, so my grandfather escaped with me, and I also had a serious illness and lost my memory.

I believed this until I was eighteen years old, and it wasn't until I went to college that I began to doubt... Is this old man coaxing me?

When I was born, I was in the mid-90s, where in the country was there such a big disaster to wipe out my family and family? Also, What diseases can make people lose their memory? For a while, I looked in the mirror every day to examine myself, remembering if I had cerebral palsy when I was a child.

But it didn't work, no matter how much I tried to knock on the side, my grandfather just said that. If you ask again, if you ask again, you will knock people with cigarette bags and pots. The countryside is still relatively traditional, and I don't dare to argue too much with his old man.

The older I get, the more strange things I feel. For example, before I was eighteen years old, my grandfather forbade me to go out at night, even when it was dark; For example, the old man told me that he couldn't break the child's body before the age of 23 (this old man was thinking too much); For example, my grandfather would always babble something at night and then come back the next morning... What's even more strange is that I haven't destroyed any of them, and I've survived to this day.

I looked out the window in boredom at the dark sky, and thought to myself that I must ask the old man for clarity when I go home this time. At least tell me what my parents are like, right?

Just as my mind was wandering away, the bus suddenly braked sharply and made a loud noise!

"! You don't fucking look at the road, huh? ”

The bus driver opened the window and cursed, as if someone had suddenly rushed onto the road.

"Open the door! I'm going to get in the car! ”

A young man in a modified Hanfu and jeans knocked on the car door, apparently a passer-by who wanted to take a taxi. I glanced at it a few times, and there was nothing curious about it except that I was stunned by the young man's appearance. I'm going home soon, and I'm going to hurry up and squint for a while, and I'll have to negotiate with the old man when I get back." In a daze, the driver seemed to have a few words with the young man, but still let him get into the car.

Unexpectedly, the improved Hanfu actually came over and sat next to me.

"Dude, is there a fire?"

I glanced at him impatiently. This thing is quite handsome, the kind that little girls like, and I don't have a good impression of him.

"No smoking on the bus."

"That's different, others light the fire to smoke, I light the fire..."

The improved Hanfu deliberately dragged out the tail note and waited for me to ask. I sneered in my heart, if I have the curiosity to talk to me, do I still need to guard myself like jade for 20 years, do you like to say it or not.

"I'll tell you," he said in his own ear, but he didn't give up, "I'm a ghost." ”

I stared at him gravely for a few seconds.

"I think you're like a ghost."

"You don't believe me?"

The improved Hanfu smiled at me playfully: "Let me tell you, this car was marked by a nearby ghost." After a while, after crossing the Wan'an Bridge in front, this car of people will die. ”

I chuckled in my heart. Although the improved Hanfu looks unreliable, how did he know the name Wan'an Bridge?

Everyone in our village knows that "Wan'an Bridge in front of Qifeng Village, Hundred Ghosts under Wan'an Bridge". No one knows the origin of Wan'an Bridge now, but the ghost story of Wan'an Bridge is a nightmare for all children. My grandfather also told me that every year on July 15, the Wan'an Bridge that has disappeared will reappear, and it is Huangquan Road to go to the Ghost Gate.

Grandpa said that it was because there was a big incident when the Wan'an Bridge was built, and he had to sacrifice with living people, so that he was angry. Usually, there are still gods and spirits, but on the fifteenth day of July, the ghost gate is closed, and hundreds of ghosts travel at night, and thousands of people can't come here. That's why he never let me come here to play.

I originally thought it was nonsense, but later I checked the information and found that Qifeng Village was too remote, and no one usually came at all, so most of the time there was nothing to do next to Wan'an Bridge, but the only few bizarre murders were on July 15.

Wan'an Bridge is long gone, how do you know about the improved Hanfu? Could it be that this kid is also from Qifeng Village? I have a boy who looked at him carefully, no, Qifeng Village will definitely not be able to come out of this kind of wonder.

"How do you know about Wan'an Bridge?"

"You don't have to worry about that, you can see what day it is."

I opened my phone suspiciously, and a cold sweat came down in an instant.

Today is July 15, the day when the ghost door is wide open.

"I'll tell you," the improved Hanfu god looked at me chatteringly, "Qifeng Village has another name, called Ghost Gate Village. ”