Most of the township houses are self-built houses and detached households.

or a two-storey, or three-storey building. The surface is covered with white tiles, boxy, and surrounded by a three-meter-high cement wall, welded with iron gates.

Most families also keep pets such as chickens and dogs in their yards.

It's not pretty, but it's big enough.

Song Hu's family is one of them.

When Lu Li came to the vicinity of Song Hu's house, the two iron doors that should have been closed were open, the Spring Festival couplets left over from the Spring Festival were torn apart, and only a few pieces of red paper remained, and a van with a white cloth was parked by the wall. Several middle-aged people stood in the parking space, smoking smoke with cigarettes between their fingertips.

White paper money was like mold spots all over the ground, soaked in a ball of damp surface.

Lu Li pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked into the courtyard under the eyes of the villagers in front of the door.

More than a dozen figures were scattered in the courtyard, dressed plainly. The juniors wear linen and filial piety, and the juniors tie white cloths.

The living room was temporarily used as a mourning hall, and the black wooden coffin was placed on a wooden shelf in the middle of the living room.

According to local custom, burial is not allowed until after the first seven.

Today is the seventh day.

Lu Li, who was in a black coat, was unnoticeable, he looked around and walked towards a middle-aged couple at the door of the living room.

"Hello, I'm Song Hu's colleague, this is his home."

The middle-aged couple were stunned at the same time, Song Hu's father reacted, and said enthusiastically: "Hello, hello, you are the leader of Xiaohu, oops, I'm still bothering you so far." ”

Lu Li didn't explain and acquiesced. He glanced into the mourning hall, paused slightly on the posthumous photo, retracted his gaze and said, "What happened to Xiaohu?" ”

Song Hu's mother's eyes were red and choked. Song Hu's father sighed: "It's all our fault, it's been cold these days, and Xiaohu moved the old stove because he thought the room was tidal." I've been thinking about this for decades, and I didn't care about him. Who knew that the boy had closed the stove without windows and gave himself ...... I woke up at night and asked about the smell of smoke, and I didn't think about it so much, but it turned out to be ...... Ay. ”

The old man sighed, and the whole person was more than ten years old.

"Please mourn." Lu Li's expression moved slightly, as if he wanted to show sadness or regret, and then found that he couldn't do it.

"Can I put incense on him?"

"Yes, you can come in with me." Lao Dao responded, introduced Lu Li into the mourning hall, walked to the offering table to prepare incense, and did not look back. "You're coming to see him on behalf of Xiaohu's colleagues, right? It's really bothersome that you still think about him. ”

"It should."

Lu Li looked at the coffin with a layer of bright paint on the surface.

He sensed the yin energy.

The yin qi is not strong, and it is not even known whether it can even be called a ghost.

Before Lu Li could determine whether there were ghosts in it, a slight noise suddenly sounded from inside the coffin.

The coffin suddenly moved sideways through a crack, revealing a dark and bottomless interior.

Lu Li looked up at the old man who was burning incense, touched the coffin lid with his palm, and quietly closed the coffin lid that had been pushed open by a gap.

The coffin was closed again, the palm was withdrawn, and the old man also lit the three sticks of incense and turned around and handed them to Lu Li.

"Just plug it directly into the incense burner, you are the leader, you don't have to pay so much attention."

Lu Li nodded, took the incense handed by the old man, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Song Hu in the photo is twenty-three or four-year-old and an upright young man. The old man next to him is over fifty years old, and his hair is almost gray.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Refusing the old man to stay for dinner, Lu Li stared deeply at the calm coffin and left Song Hu's house.

The old-fashioned Xiali starts, pours back thirty or forty meters, and then stops on the side of the road and turns off the fire.

Lu Li did not leave.

The perceived yin qi could not be an illusion, and there must have been an unknown event in the coffin. Today is the first seven, if Lu Li's prediction is correct, Song Hu's ghost will appear in the early hours of tonight.

This is a distance that allows him to perceive the yin qi without being noticed by Song Hu's family.

In the quiet car, Lu Li in the driver's seat waited quietly.

Some time later, a black sedan with the word "intermediary" on it drove up and stopped at the door of the house next to Song Hu's house.

A family of three got out of the car with a golden retriever. The intermediary in a suit turned off the car, then got out of the car, opened the iron door with a smile on his face, and walked behind the door together.

Ten minutes later, a family of three and an intermediary appeared from behind the door, seemed to agree on something, and left in a car.

The pace of occupancy of this family was unexpected.

A few hours later, in the afternoon, the moving company's van arrived.

The little girl ran into the iron gate with a golden retriever in her arms, cheering. The movers open the back door of the van and move the furniture inside one by one.

Bookshelves, refrigerators, pianos, workstations.

The same items that did not look like ordinary people were carried into the gate by the mover.

The couple stood by the door and whispered something. Then there seemed to be an argument, and the faint sound of the quarrel was blown by the wind and sounded intermittently.

“…… I've wronged you......"

“…… Child...... He went to school...... A few hours ......"

“…… It's the same...... Didn't want to move here......"

Squeak, squeak, squeak-

The car window was opened by Lu Li, and the sound suddenly became much clearer.

"I just think this house is cold, don't you feel it? Bei Bei didn't dare to run around. ”

"That's just your delusional wife, it's been raining in the rainy season, and the room will definitely be a little cold if it's not popular. Didn't we move in an air conditioner? Bei Bei is a dog, and he will definitely be a little scared when he goes to an unfamiliar environment. ”

The husband put his arm on his wife's shoulder and said with a serious face, "Listen, but I'm sure everything will be fine." Sooner or later, there will be an orchestra that will take a fancy to me, and sooner or later there will be a singer who will choose my songs, believe me, okay? ”

“…… Well. I don't care about that, it's just kids......"

"I know...... I know ......"

The husband embraced his wife into his arms, and the couple snuggled up to each other, seemingly relieved of their previous suspicions.

Lu Li retracted his gaze, and Song Hu's family, who was not far ahead, paused slightly.

The joy of housewarming on the left, the pain of losing a child on the right.

He rolled up the window, leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes for a nap.

An hour later, after the moving company finished moving, the family of three left in the delivery van at the door, and led each other into the iron gate.

……

"The hallway is so poorly lit."

Accept the current situation for the time being, but it doesn't mean that Han Lan won't complain about this.

"It's like this in big houses." Wu proudly smiled and said good things beside him, and suddenly looked around. "Where's Babe?"

The daughter bouncing in front of her pointed to the dim corridor ahead: "It's in front." Bebe, babe! ”

"Wang!"

Around the corner of the corridor, more than ten meters away from them, the golden retriever Bei Bei was tearing a piece of open wallpaper.

"Whew-"

Bei Bei grinned at the corners of her mouth, and her sharp teeth were exposed, revealing her hideous side.

After the wallpaper was torn by it, a swarthy, withered arm appeared on the wall.

"Babe! Babe—"

From the depths of the corridor came the shouts of the little master, and Beibei's ears stood up, and she turned and ran away.

Quiet corridor with no people.

After the wallpaper was notched, the dark and withered arm retracted behind the wallpaper little by little.