On the evening of May 17, ten years ago, Han Ming drove a bus to see off passengers. On board was a crew member of a crew, and the destination was the train station.

The town is not big, and this trip is about half an hour away. Halfway through the car, they drove to a small road, and Han Ming saw a person standing in the middle of the road in front of him from a distance.

It was a man, tall and tall.

At first, he thought it was a passerby, but as he drove forward, he found that the man had been standing sideways, motionless. What's even more strange is that he was actually wearing the military uniform of the Kuomintang before liberation and wearing a military cap.

The passengers behind him began to discuss.

One said, "What's wrong with this person, you don't have to stand in the middle of the road to cosplay!" ”

Another said, "Well, maybe it's from some crew, let's do performance art here." ”

Another person said: "The driver should stay away, don't touch porcelain!" ”

The path was very narrow, so Han Ming slowed down and prepared to bypass the man.

Who knew that at this moment, the man slowly turned around. When Han Ming and the others saw his face clearly, there was a sudden silence in the car.

There's not much left of that face—

In the middle of the face, a fist-sized hole of blood was exposed, piercing the entire head. He couldn't see it when he stood sideways just now, but when he turned around, this terrifying face was facing the people in the car.

When Han Ming saw the path in the distance from the big rotten hole in the man's face, he suddenly felt a heat in his crotch.

The man stood like this, his dark eyes as if he were staring at the people in the car.

At this moment, a black qi suddenly rose from his body, and the more it dispersed, the larger the range. In the next second, he pounced on the bus at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Ahh

Only then did Han Ming come back to his senses, he didn't care about anything, and his first thought was to run quickly. I stepped on the throttle with one kick to the bottom.

But because he was already frightened, at the moment when the man's bloody head was attached to the front of the car, he subconsciously hit the steering wheel to the left, and the car rushed out of the path and plunged into the pond next to it......

When Han Ming woke up again, it was already two days later. He lost both legs, and none of the 32 people in the car survived.

Later, when the police investigated, he told him about the situation, but no one believed him. Although he did not drink and drive, he was naturally disqualified from the industry after such a major accident.

The family of the deceased also came to make trouble again and again, and Han Ming was in a state of collapse from then on.

After telling the whole story, Han Ming exhaled deeply, his face full of pain.

"That's what happened that day, I don't know what the problem you guys are having, I hope it helps." His tone softened a lot.

Yu Jian and I exchanged glances, our hearts were a little heavy, and we didn't speak.

After a long time, I nodded and said, "Thank you, Master Han!" ”

I did not tell him what had happened to us, so as not to add to his troubles.

Leaving Han Ming's house, Yu Jian said: "We only found one Han Ming and learned about the car accident that year. As for who the hell that military uniform thing is, I still don't have a clue. ”

I nodded slightly and said, "But if you want to go to the county to continue the investigation, I'm afraid it's not so easy, and I'm afraid it's too late!" ”

Yu Jian's brows furrowed tightly.

"In this way, you go back first and see how Feng Dao and them are doing. I went back to the old mansion to see if I could find any valuable clues. I said.

After separating from Yu Jian, I went straight to the old mansion.

At this time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and it was dark and transparent. There are no residents near the old house, and the street lights are almost broken because of disrepair.

I turned on my phone's flashlight and fumbled my way through the door. Skirting the ruins of the front yard, I walked to the backyard.

I first went around the two wings and looked at it and found nothing. I went into the kitchen again. The first time I saw those black cloth shoes was here.

I tipped my flashlight around the room, and there was nothing but a bench, a stove, and a rusty cauldron.

Just as I was about to walk out, there was a slight sound behind me. The noise was not loud, but it was clear in the quiet night.

I was startled, so I quickly turned around, and the flashlight followed. It turned out to be a few pieces of firewood piled up haphazardly in the stove, which somehow slipped down.

A false alarm.

As I was about to withdraw my gaze from here, I suddenly saw something like a small piece of paper sliding down along with the firewood.

I walked over to the stove, crouched down, and picked up the piece of paper.

It turned out to be a tattered black-and-white photo.

Curious, I held it up and took a picture of it with my phone, carefully examining the contents of the photo.

This black-and-white photo shows two people. An old woman, with gray hair and kind eyes, sat on a mahogany chair. There was a man standing behind her, but the position of the upper half of the person's body was burned, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It seems that someone threw the picture into the furnace and tried to burn it, but it was not finished.

I squinted at the photograph and felt familiar to me.

The next second, I suddenly remembered that this was the old lady who was helped up by me that night!

I felt a thrill in my heart, and it seemed that the old lady had something to do with this house. She's definitely a key figure.

I made up my mind, early tomorrow morning, no matter what, let Yu Jiantuo find the public security officers in the town to check the information of this old lady, and we must ask her to understand.

At this point, I habitually flipped the photo over to see if there was any information on the back. However, when I saw the small line written on the back, the cold sweat on the door of my head "brushed" down-

On the back of the photo reads: The spring of the fourteenth year of the Republic of China.

Fourteen years of the Republic of China? Is this funny? Roughly speaking, it was about 1925, nearly a hundred years ago! This old lady, her face has not changed for a hundred years?

There is only one possibility, no wonder she disappeared in the blink of an eye that night.

I immediately became furious, how many ghosts are there in this small ancient town!

Just as I was thinking about it, a cold wind blew behind my ears, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Subconsciously looked back, and almost sat on the ground-

The old lady is standing behind me right now!

She looked at me with empty eyes, her lips twitching slightly, and she made an old, hoarse voice.

"Boy, meet again......"

I felt like my legs were spinning. This old ghost is blocked at the door, and I can't escape!

The hand subconsciously touched the back of the waist, and I said in my heart that if you come hard, buddy will break the net with you today!

Yet I seem to be overthinking.

The old lady didn't seem to mean to pounce.

"Don't be afraid, young man, I won't hurt you. I know you're a nice guy, so show up tonight to help you. ”

Oh? Are you serious?

I don't quite believe her yet, that's nonsense after all.

However, I found out that Master Wunian said that the ghosts on ordinary ghosts are basically invisible. There is no one in this old lady at the moment. At least she wasn't a ghost.