Several pairs of eyes fell on me at the same time, looking at me with a look of surprise.

I lowered my head and picked up the red rope.

The bright red color is particularly dazzling in my eyes.

The accident still gave me a slight shock in my heart, but I am a complete atheist, and this phenomenon must be a man-made prank in my opinion.

I immediately thought of the fat man, was he joking with me? I looked at him with a questioning expression.

"Not me." Chubby hurriedly shook his head innocently.

He didn't look like he was lying.

I gritted my teeth and walked to the coffin, reached out and turned over the hand of the bride's corpse that was holding the red rope, and looked through my fingers, only to find that there was nothing inside.

I still didn't believe it, and pulled the red rope off my neck.

If you look closely, the knot of the rope is indeed a little damaged, and it is exactly the same as the red rope in the hands of the female corpse before.

I finally got a little nervous, took a deep breath, put the rope under my nose, sniffed it gently, and then I was completely stunned.

Because, I smelled a faint fragrance, which belongs to the unique smell of rosemary.

It turned out to be the same rope.

"Chubby, did anyone come into our room last night?" I jerked my head back at Chubby, still convinced that it was man-made.

Chubby shook his head dumbfoundedly, "The door has been locked, and I didn't wake up until dawn." ”

Chubby's words were like a small hammer attacking my beliefs, and I couldn't help but think of the dream I had last night.

The tragic image is still vivid, as if it had just happened, and the girl's voice of pain and despair is still echoing in my head.

In my mind, the faces of the miserable bride and the girl hanging on the tree overlapped little by little, and finally turned into the appearance of a female corpse in a coffin.

I shuddered, the girl in the dream and the coffin turned out to be the same person.

How so?

I subconsciously looked at the female corpse in the coffin, her tongue was stuffed back at some point, but other than yesterday it was exactly the same.

I looked at the migrant worker's corpse again, and my eyes were fixed on his neck.

Above the neck, under the chin, there is an irregularly shaped, faint semicircular bruise.

"These are finger prints, he was strangled to death by himself." Old Man Wu came up and said something that made me different.

"Strangled yourself?" I was a little surprised, but how to explain the expression of this migrant worker, he was obviously overly frightened.

Everything in front of me seemed to be running counter to the science I believed in.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred to me, and an important clue came to mind, rosemary.

The rosemary that appeared on the corpse was not a spice from the Mediterranean, but from Tibet at higher altitudes, and was a little-known booby-trap plant.

Rosemary grows on the cliff, blooms in September, resembles a bean comrest, and when it blooms, it secretes a reddish liquid that can dye the hair with a peculiar fragrance that attracts passing beasts, and once these beasts smell the flowers, they pounce on them like evil spirits, and then fall to their deaths.

Because rosemary is seriously hallucinogenic and this fragrance is not only effective for wild animals, but also for humans.

Therefore, rosemary is also known as soul hooking grass.

It's just that this kind of flower is so rare that ordinary people don't have a chance to see each other at all, so why does it appear in this place?

In fact, when I smelled this smell yesterday, I was already a little confused, and now the strange and violent death of young migrant workers made my doubts slowly turn into doubts.

Could it be that the death of the bride and migrant workers has something to do with this rosemary? Not ruling out this possibility?

Thinking about it, the reason why I had a nightmare last night must be because of this.

After thinking about this, I couldn't help but suddenly realize that I had found the truth again, and everything can be explained by science.

It's just, is there something else behind rosemary that I don't know?

I couldn't help but look at the young migrant worker again, and I didn't know what it was like.

However, just when I was sighing and sighing, Mr. Wu grabbed my wrist and said to me categorically:

"Son, hurry home, it's none of your business."

As he spoke, he reached out and snatched the red rope from my hand and placed it on the table next to me.

Before I could speak, a voice rang out, "Mr. Wu, he can't leave, my sister has to be buried." ”

Before the words fell, Li Youran strode in from the outside, followed by Han Fei behind him.

Old Man Wu glanced at Li Youran, "Do you want to die one more person?" ”

As he spoke, Old Man Wu ignored Li Youran's face and dragged me out.

The latter's face was slightly sideways, alternating blue and red for a while, but he didn't dare to refute a word.

Mr. Li also hurriedly stepped forward and said good things, anyway, he didn't want me to go, it seemed that they were frightened by the seemingly strange scene in front of them.

Seeing that I was about to be pulled out of the room by the old man, I didn't give up and stood still, turned my head to look at Li Gang and said, "It's okay if I don't leave, 30,000, give me 30,000 and I'll stay." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Li Youran looked at me with some disgust and said, "You are sitting on the ground and starting the price." ”

"If you want to give it to me, you can stay, and if you don't, pull it down." I said decisively that I expected them to compromise.

As I spoke, I sneaked a glance at Han Fei, and she looked at me with a frown.

Perhaps, now I seem humble and ridiculous to him, but I don't care anymore.

Now I just want to earn this money and treat my father's leg, since I can't be a good man in love, at least I can be a filial son, only my parents can live up to it in this world.

Old Man Wu looked at me with some surprise, "Child, you don't want to die?" It's wicked. ”

I thought I had grasped the truth, but I didn't care, smiled and didn't speak, but my eyes were staring at the Li family father and son.

"Okay, 30,000 is 30,000." Li Gang nodded happily and agreed.

"Okay, that's a deal, I'm going to get the cash before dark." I said

"No problem." Li Gang nodded lightly.

"Hmph, there's really anyone who has it." Li said sarcastically.

"You better think about what to do with this migrant worker brother." I glanced at the coffin.

Li Youran's face suddenly became difficult to look at, and it was a big deal that someone died in his house.

The old man sighed, didn't say anything more, and ordered a few coffin bearers to carry the body of the young migrant worker out of the coffin.

When the body was carried out, I realized that the young man had two hundred dollars in his hand.

I couldn't help frowning slightly, but I scolded Li Youran fiercely in my heart, I lied to us before and said that it was five hundred, but it is really not a thing.

After thinking about it, why would a rich young master care about this money? Let's talk about his performance just now.

There is only one explanation, it seems that the Li family is not doing so well.

Without thinking about it anymore, I pulled the fat man and prepared to go out.

From beginning to end, I can feel that Han Fei is staring at me, she is my ex-girlfriend, we have loved and hated, but now that we meet, we are very different, my downfall is so naked!

At this time, an exclamation suddenly sounded around him, and then he heard Lao Xia exclaim:

"Oh, this kid won't close his eyes."

I just happened to see this scene, and I couldn't help but shake my head slightly, thinking that they were making a fuss, and this was just a rigid reaction to the corpse's skin.

At this time, the old man stepped forward with a solemn face, looked at the young man's body in the coffin, patted it lightly on the coffin three times, and said softly:

"People go to Yangguan, the soul returns to Huangquan, Yin and Yang are different, don't be nostalgic......"

After speaking, the old man spread out his palm and put it on the door of the young man's head, and then gently stroked it down.

Strange to say, the boy's eyes really closed and didn't open them again.

The old man was visibly relieved when he saw that the young man had closed his eyes.

But I don't know why, but when I saw this scene, I was stunned.

Inexplicably I felt a little chill in my back, if the previous death was because of rosemary, but what about the scene in front of me?

The medical knowledge I have learned seems to be a little incomprehensible to the phenomenon in front of me. Why was the old man able to close the eyes of the corpse with almost a word?

Suddenly another question came to my mind, the reason why the deceased is not buried is because the coffin cannot be lifted......

Could it be that there are really supernatural phenomena in this world?

Atheism, which had always been staunch, suddenly became a little shaken.

……

With all kinds of speculation and doubts, I was dragged by the fat man to the street, ate breakfast in my soul, and then went straight back to the hotel.

I don't know if the effect of rosemary is still there, but I actually had the same dream as last night.

When I sat up from the bed in a cold sweat, I found that the fat man was not in the room.

I was just about to call and ask where he was, but my phone rang first, and the call was an unfamiliar number, so I answered it directly.

"It's me, I'm outside the door, can I go in and sit?" It was a female voice on the phone.

I fell silent when I heard the familiar voice on the phone.

It's Han Fei, this is the first call she gave me since we broke up a year ago.

Why did she come back, because she was reunited after a long absence?

I don't know why, but my heart aches faintly.

Get up and open the door.

Outside the door, Han Fei was slim.

She seemed to have changed her clothes and appeared in front of me in a plain dress.

Looking at her more beautiful face, I forced down the complicated emotions in my heart and let her in

"Are you looking for me?" I asked.

Han Fei didn't answer, she opened the satchel she was carrying, took out a stack of money from it and gently put it in front of me, no more, no less, just 30,000.