While the little mice were drinking porridge, my dad plucked a few more wilted leaves from the loquat tree, rubbed them in his hands a few times, and then put them on the ground and set them on fire.

The yellow loquat leaves soon ignited a cloud of smoke.

My dad leaned close to the rising smoke and closed his eyes as if he were listening carefully.

Behind him, my second uncle and Lao Zhang glanced at each other, with complicated expressions.

At the same time, rats came out of the corner, leaning close to their bodies and surrounding the city.

They put their heads into the bowl and drank the five-grain porridge vigorously, and the way their tails trembled and trembled, it was a little cute.

A bowl of porridge soon bottomed out, and the little mice ate with bulging bellies.

They staggered to the ground, and after sitting for a while, they seemed to have eaten up. After a while, one of the larger rats suddenly had a throat movement, and then actually hiccuped.

Upon hearing this movement, all the little mice rolled over.

The larger mouse, when it stood up, shook its body a little, and its mouth "poofed".

The voice, as if it were commanding, was watching, and the little mice all looked at it in unison.

Then the little mice lined up like a line, with their heads connected, and they followed the tail of the big mouse.

And the leading mouse, wandering around under the loquat tree, seemed to be looking for something.

Finally, it seemed to have discovered something and stopped somewhere near the root of the tree.

It was a hole the size of an egg, and the rat's head leaned forward, then shrank back and tried to get inside.

The little mice behind it watched it quietly, only to see that it struggled to move its relatively fat body, and finally squeezed its whole body into the small hole.

Then, it's as if time stands still.

The leading rat seemed to have suddenly disappeared, and he didn't know what he was doing inside.

It took a while for it to emerge from it again.

The group of little mice surrounded them, and the leader followed them again, and those little mice began to be restless.

On this side, my dad's eyes opened.

Compared to just now, his expression was much more solemn.

He looked back at some mice, and saw that the little mouse, led by the lead mouse, followed it back and forth into the small hole under the tree.

My dad quickly stepped forward and found a random rock and blocked the little hole.

At this moment, the loquat tree suddenly began to shake and rustle.

It was like an earthquake, and the ground seemed to crack. The air around them was mixed with some inexplicable sounds, like someone crying miserably in the dark.

This movement makes people's hearts chill when they hear it.

"That's it!"

After saying these two words, seeing my dad breathe a sigh of relief, Tang Wuzhou behind him came up and asked my dad what the situation was.

Lao Zhang stood aside, his expression was very wooden.

My dad and my second uncle went back to the factory office to rest, and standing on the window, my dad could see that the lights in the guard room were still on.

Tang Wuzhou, who was behind him, asked my father: "That ghost just now, just left?" ”

"Which ghost are you talking about?"

"The one in the cafeteria, the one with a foul mouth, you saw it just now?"

My dad laughed and turned around, "You really think that thing is a ghost?" ”

“…… It's not a ghost, so what's that? ”

"Isn't that clear, he's a man, a man of flesh and blood!"

Sitting on the sofa, my dad asked Tang Wuzhou for a cigarette, and when he lit it, he found out that it was a foreign cigarette, which tasted very strange, and my dad couldn't get used to it at all.

Just took a puff and my dad pressed it into the ashtray.

"It's just a mentally ill patient, and you've been in your factory for more than 20 years, and you haven't even noticed it. Moreover, this person is none other than Zhang Yuan, and he is one of the shareholders of the furniture factory before. ”

Hearing this, the cigarette butt in Tang Wuzhou's hand shook.

My dad stood up, and he glanced out the window, and the light in the guard's room was already out.

"Wuzhou, how many years has Lao Zhang been working here?"

"For many years, when this place was not rented by me before, he kept vigil here, and then I opened a factory here, and I saw that he was quite honest, so I let him stay."

My dad sighed before he said, "You know what? Zhang Yuan is Lao Zhang's son. ”

"What did you say?!"

Hearing this, Tang Wuzhou felt very incredible, he stood up all of a sudden, looked at my father with wide eyes, and didn't even notice that the cigarette ash had fallen on his fingers.

After a pause, my dad talked to Tang Wuzhou about the following words:

The corpse buried under the loquat tree was called Sun Yong, and he and Zhang Yuan were two partners in the furniture factory.

Zhang Yuan is a down-to-earth person, willing to work, and more stable in his actions; But Sun Yong has a completely different personality from him, he is a bold person who likes to speculate.

At that time, they partnered to open this furniture factory, Zhang Yuan invested all his net worth, and Sun Yong had many other investments outside in addition to the furniture factory.

Originally, everything was fine, and the furniture factory made a good profit, but suddenly one day Sun Yong's investment outside failed, and he owed a lot of loan sharks, so he planned to withdraw his shares.

Zhang Yuan also agreed to withdraw his shares after hearing this, after all, after getting along for such a long time, he also saw the other party's personality. Besides, the cooperative business cannot last long, and it is good for one party to withdraw early.

But in the process of auditing the accounts, Zhang Yuan found that Sun Yong secretly took out the accounts receivable and large equipment of the furniture factory as a loan mortgage.

That is, now his furniture factory is already insolvent.

Zhang Yuan asked Sun Yong to theorize, Sun Yong, who was burdened with a lot of debts, was already a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

He sneered and said that it was already like this anyway, and there was no fatality in asking for money.

Zhang Yuan was put on the table like this, and after returning home in despair, he couldn't figure it out.

He has always been more open-minded, and he doesn't know what to do with his crooked brains, and he doesn't dare to tell his family about such a thing.

After a week in a trance, the loan shark came to the door.

All the large equipment in the factory was moved, and after Sun Yong's mental stimulation was great, people became abnormal.

He made himself filthy all day long, scurrying around the factory, and giggling non-stop.

Zhang Yuan's father saw that his son had become like this.

So, Zhang Yuan's father killed Sun Yong in a fit of rage, and secretly dug a deep pit in the factory and buried him in it.

After that, he stayed in the factory as a gatekeeper.