"Dead?!" Hao Yunlai's mouth opened slightly, and his brown pupils were full of surprise.

Qi Zhan walked to Hao Yunlai's bed with long legs, and began to talk about the cause and effect with spittle, "I was thinking about discussing with the old lady just now, when will we go over next time." Who knew it was her son who answered my phone. ”

"Didn't her son die two years ago?"

"I forgot to tell you that the old lady remarried half a year ago, and it was her current wife's son who answered the phone."

Hao Yunlai nodded with a calm face.

Qi Zhan continued, "The old lady was hit by a car and died. ”

"Yes...... Real cars? The heart in his chest throbbed violently twice, and a look of doubt rose between Hao Yunlai's eyebrows.

"Real car, the driver who caused the accident has already entered the bureau. But then again, the old lady was not all hit by a car and died. Two or three days ago, she went out shopping with a limp and was hit by a car while crossing the street. The kid who was driving the car saw that he had hit someone, and immediately ran away. Poor old lady, she lay in the middle of the road for more than half an hour before she swallowed. In half an hour, so many people passed by, but no one stepped forward to help. ”

When Qi Zhan said this, his expression was very exaggerated, and almost all his facial muscles were mobilized to express his inner indignation.

"Where was it hit?" Compared with Qi Zhan, Hao Yunlai seemed calmer.

"The old place, the intersection south of the Chinese Medicine Hospital."

At this time, Hao Yunlai couldn't calm down. She lifted the thin quilt and jumped out of bed, "Is the old lady buried?" ”

"Not yet."

"We've got to get there." Hao Yunlai walked barefoot to the wardrobe and pulled out a black shirt dress.

"Let's not join in the fun, Mrs. Zhou is dead, even if we toss a result, no one will give money." I don't buy and sell at a loss. Qi Zhan's ass sank into the soft mattress, and he was reluctant to leave for a while.

Hao Yunlai stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding her skirt and gesturing on her chest, "At the intersection of the Chinese medicine hospital, there must be a problem, this time it is Mrs. Zhou, next time it may be you and me, Lao Qi, do you remember how my father died?" ”

Qi Zhan pursed his lips, got up and walked outside the house, "You're okay, call me." ”

Glancing at the back of Qi Zhan leaving, Hao Yunlai smiled at himself in the mirror, squeezing out a pair of huge and plump eye bags.

"Ahhh

***

"Sister Lai, it's here." Qi Zhan pushed Hao Yunlai's shoulder.

Because of the reason for writing the paper, Hao Yunlai did not sleep more than 20 hours in five days. As soon as she got into the car, she put on an eye patch. After about thirty seconds, she fell into a dark sweet dream.

"So fast?" Hao Yunlai took off her blindfold in a daze, and the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon rushed in like a siege of the city and broke into her slightly open eyelids.

"Hurry up, when you slept like a dead pig, I suffered two trips just to repair the car, plus the red light all the way, it was about more than an hour." Qi Zhan stared at the blindfold in Hao Yunlai's hand, which was already stained with a layer of delicate powder, "Tsk! How much powder did you put on your face today? ”

Hao Yunlai turned his head expressionlessly, buried his face in Qi Zhan's chest without saying a word, and rubbed it hard.

"I'll go to your uncle's!" Qi Zhan stretched out a finger against Hao Yunlai's forehead and pushed her away, and then looked down and saw two large pieces of pink and white printed on the pure white shirt.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit of a pink." Hao Yunlai opened the black umbrella and walked out of the car door.

Generally speaking, on the seventh day after death, at the time of eleven o'clock to one o'clock in the evening, a person will go home to visit. After the Last Supper, black and white impermanence will appear and bring the deceased into the Yellow Spring. According to incomplete statistics, in the period before the arrival of the first seven, there were three places where ghosts often haunted, namely: the former residence before death, the place of death, and the place where they were buried.

Mrs. Zhou has not yet entered the ground, so the third option can be ruled out, then the only place where she stays is her home, and-

This intersection to the south of the TCM Hospital.

Under the leafy camphor tree on the side of the road, an old lady turned her back to Hao Yunlai. She was wearing a scarlet shroud with dark gold patterns embroidered with five bats holding a shouhou.

"Mrs. Zhou." Hao Yunlai shouted at her.

The old lady turned around, and the gauze that covered her entire face had been removed, replaced by a heavy, white foundation. The black eyebrows and scarlet lips stand out on the pale face, which is a makeup exclusive to the burial.

"Hao, Master Hao."

The only time I met Mrs. Zhou was when the other party's face was tightly wrapped in gauze. Speaking of which, Hao Yunlai actually didn't know what Mrs. Zhou looked like. Fang Cai just shouted with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect to call himself right.

It's someone you knew before you live, at least not to be intimidated.

Hao Yunlai stepped forward, "Old lady Zhou, the person who bumped into you......"

A trace of panic flashed in the old man's eyes, and before Hao Yunlai could finish speaking, he hurriedly took two steps back, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the air.

Hao Yunlai touched his nose and muttered thoughtfully, "What are you running?" ”

"What? That old lady was scared away by you? Qi Zhan leaned against the tree behind him.

Hao Yunlai ignored him, took out his mobile phone from his small bag, and typed in a few words.

South-state car accident.

A lot of content popped up on the page, and the first thing that caught your eye was a piece of news.

"In the vicious driving and wounding incident in Nanzhou, the suspect may have a revenge mentality because he was blackmailed by the deceased."

The driver did it on purpose.

Hao Yunlai rubbed her thumb against the screen of her mobile phone, quickly scanning through the messages, and the chaotic information on the Internet crammed into her brain. Ten minutes later, she completely clarified the grievances between Mrs. Zhou and the driver who caused the accident.

Things have to start with Mrs. Zhou's side business.

In today's world, in the streets and alleys, by the lake and the roadside, you can see a group of performance artists from time to time, this group is mainly middle-aged and elderly, occasionally mixed with a few small fresh meat, unorganized, undisciplined, haunted by indefinite hours, and the hourly wage is considerable. They have a resounding name - the professional porcelain party, and Mrs. Zhou turned out to be one of the leaders.

How many people Mrs. Zhou has cheated on is obviously impossible to draw an exact conclusion through a few minutes of Internet search. However, how she caused the collapse of a young man's life through a touch of porcelain, like a butterfly effect, was found, studied, and remembered because of her death.

The young man's surname is Li, his gender is male, and he is a professional primary school teacher, so let's call him Teacher Li first.

More than a year ago, Mrs. Zhou deliberately collapsed in front of Mr. Li's bicycle and demanded 40,000 yuan in compensation from him. Teacher Li naturally refused, pushed Mrs. Zhou away, and went to school with a blank face. I thought that this matter would not be resolved, but unexpectedly, on the second day, Mrs. Zhou found Mr. Li's unit. Under the crying, making trouble and jumping off the building, all the teachers and students of the school knew that their teacher Li knocked down a septuagenarian empress dowager, not only did not give corresponding compensation, but intensified the violent means to beat the poor victim. Mr. Li is a grumpy master, and he showed great anger in front of this deer as a horse, and the immediate consequence was that he picked up the emaciated old lady Zhou and threw her out of the school gate.

The turmoil intensified, and onlookers with good deeds took pictures of Mr. Li picking up the old lady and uploaded it to the Internet, which then caused countless netizens to abuse him, and even more, they incarnated as "messengers of justice", and ripped Mr. Li's home address, phone number, WeChat and Weibo, and used public opinion to demand that the school expel Mr. Li. Due to the lack of monitoring at the beginning of the incident, Mr. Li was speechless, and it was the enrollment season, and in order to maintain the honor of the school, the principal dismissed him in embarrassment.

The matter is still not over, Mr. Li raised his head and did not compensate the 40,000 yuan according to Mrs. Zhou's wishes. The old lady who was blind with so much strength naturally refused to give up, and chased the footsteps of Mr. Li very persistently, if Mrs. Zhou had a QQ account, the personality signature on it must be a lyric by Lin Youjia: Anyway, I still have a life to waste. The old lady followed like this, losing her new job and losing her own life. Mr. Li, who was unbearable, chose to drive a newly bought second-hand car in the evening of a full sunset and crashed into the old lady.

What is embarrassing is that when Mr. Li knocked down Mrs. Zhou and walked away, she still had a glimmer of life, and when Mr. Li's "accomplice" - indifferent pedestrians passed by one after another, she really ushered in an irreversible death.

Whether Mr. Li expected this is impossible to find out at present. But Hao Yunlai, who learned the ins and outs of this matter, did not have a sense of clarity in the clouds and mist to see the blue sky, and a thicker fog surged into her heart.

has long had a grudge with the person who killed him.

This shouldn't be a reason for Mrs. Zhou to hide from herself.

Hao Yunlai put away his phone, "Let's go, let's go to the old lady's house to have a look." ”

***

In the damp and narrow hallway, there were more cigarette butts and crumpled paper towels than a few days ago, and the loud sound of mourning music came from the window on the sixth floor.

Hao Yunlai followed behind Qi Zhan and stepped into the dimly lit stairwell.

The smell of smoke from the burning of paper faintly wafted into Hao Yunlai's nose, she sniffed a few times vigorously, and felt that it smelled good, "We came over here, have you said hello to people?" ”

"That's necessary, don't take advantage of their time, your brother Qi is so flawless."

Hao Yunlai stared at the back of Qi Zhan's head, imagining his signature expression of extreme pride and complacency, and then rolled his huge eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes." Qi Zhan didn't turn his head, took two steps together, and stepped onto the platform of the floor to stand still.

The door to 602 was open, and an ice coffin was placed in the center of the hall. On both sides of the ice coffin sat several people in white mourning clothes, many of whom were familiar faces, it was the curly-haired woman who loved Barbie fans.

Qi Zhan knocked lightly on the door, attracting everyone's attention, "Sorry, excuse me." ”

The people in the room raised their heads and looked at Qi Zhan and Hao Yunlai.

The curly-haired woman immediately recognized the two of them as liars she had seen not long ago, and said unkindly, "What are you doing here?" ”

Qi Zhan pretended to be pretentious and replied in a matter-of-fact manner, "I met Mrs. Zhou and sincerely said goodbye." ”

"You're the little Qi on the phone, right?" The small man next to the curly-haired woman stood up.

Qi Zhan nodded, "Yes." ”

"Then come in, if you have anything to say, you will be sent to cremation tomorrow."

"Hey, okay." Qi Zhan stepped into the door and looked down at the ice coffin, where the old lady was lying inside, covered with a royal blue quilt, and a ten-inch posthumous photo embedded in the photo frame and placed at the head of the coffin.

Looking at the black and white posthumous photo without a trace of color, Hao Yunlai was suddenly taken aback.

It turned out that she had seen her a long time ago.