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There is a tall soaphorn tree not far from the entrance of Zhongyingpan Village, the trunk is thick, two people can not hold it together, it is said that this is a soaphorn tree of the Han Dynasty, the big girl and the little daughter-in-law in the village like to pick the soaphorn here, mash and wash the hair, if you match the well water of the old well under the tree, it will be better, ensure that the hair is black and thick, and the real green sideburns are like clouds.

Over the years, there are still people who pick soaphorns, but there are far fewer people who fetch water from the wells. The ancient well is very inconspicuous, there are bluestone slabs around it, the well water is cold in summer, you can use a bamboo basket to hang the cleaned melons and fruits into it, the well is covered with a faint mist in winter, the well water is still warm in the hand, and many people used to wash clothes around here.

It's just that in the past 20 years, there have been many fewer such scenes, because it is rumored that this neighborhood is haunted.

The ghost is naturally the spirit that died in this well twenty-two years ago.

Ling'er is a native of Shangyingpan Village, and her parents died early to live with her grandmother. Her grandmother was married from Zhongyingpan, and there are only these villages on this mountain, and a beautiful girl is naturally very famous in Sili and Eight Townships. When Ling'er grew up to the age of sixteen, and her grandmother returned to her mother's house in Zhongyingpan, a woman next door said that your Ling'er is so good, and her temperament is good and capable, Aunt Lin, you will enjoy happiness in the future. Grandma stroked her gray hair on her sideburns and smiled like a flower.

Son and daughter-in-law died of the epidemic, fortunately the five-year-old granddaughter was fine, she worked hard to raise her granddaughter, watching the little girl fall into a flower, grandma was comforted and reluctant. Such a beautiful and sensible granddaughter, someone will definitely come to the house soon to propose, how can I give up my granddaughter when she marries in the future?

Grandma didn't know that at that time, Ling'er liked a disciple in the Taoist temple on the mountain, named Qiuye.

"Ling'er died here." Ye Liang stood by the well, looking down, his eyes were cold, and he was very comfortable. Zhao Nan pointed to the huge soaphorn tree and said, "Grandma Ling'er hanged herself here back then. ”

Ye Quan sighed: "What a human tragedy." ”

Ling'er had an accident on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival 22 years ago.

The weather was very good that night, the moon was round and big, grandma washed some grapes, brought out the mooncakes she made, and beckoned Ling'er to come and eat quickly. Ling'er lowered her head, tugged at the corner of her clothes and said, "Grandma, I want to go out for a walk." ”

Grandma thought that it was a big moon, and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the village must be lively, so she nodded and told her to come back early.

When Ling'er left, she took out the handkerchief she had embroidered and filled it with two mooncakes. Grandma followed the door and looked at the back of her granddaughter Pingting, thinking to herself that this child had wrapped two moon cakes, could it be that she was going to meet with someone's guy?

Grandma also came from that age, lowered her head and thought about it, and then looked up at the moon in the sky, her heart was really a child, and she didn't know which young man she was running to, looking at her face full of joy, it seems that she may be able to marry her granddaughter next year.

In the evening, Grandma waited for a long time, but Ling'er did not come back.

The grandmother panicked a little and moved her little feet around the village to look for her granddaughter.

"Ling'er, Ling'er, ......"

Her shouts alarmed many villagers, and some people pushed on the door to ask what was going on.

Grandma said that Ling'er hadn't come back yet, and someone pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "Did you go to Zhongyingpan or Xiayingpan to find someone to play?" ”

Grandma thought too, she had been looking in the village for a long time and there was no movement, maybe her granddaughter went to the village below.

It just so happened that Xiao Jia, a newcomer in the town, came to the Taoist temple today, heard his grandmother's shout, and volunteered to follow his grandmother down to find Ling'er. Xiao Jia supported her grandmother all the way to Zhongyingpan, and when she was tired of walking, the old grandmother wanted to sit on the bluestone slab by the well, and sat down to look at the black in the well by the bright moon, and grandma said: "Xiao Jia, what do you think is black in this well?" “

Xiao Jia looked at the edge of the well and was shocked: It seems to be a person!

He hurriedly called the villagers, and everyone held torches and poked them with bamboo poles, and the inside was soft, and it was really a person.

The torch shone brightly on it, and the man's black hair could be seen, and a red velvet flower was tied on it. Grandma fainted immediately when she saw the velvet flower, it was Ling'er's velvet flower, she made it for Ling'er herself.

Villagers salvage Ling'er's body from the well. Xiao Jia frowned, stared at the girl lying on the ground for a long time, and finally stomped his foot and scolded which!

Three days later, Ling'er was buried. Seven days later, the grandmother followed her granddaughter by hanging herself from the well with a rope.

Ye Liang came here for two days, claiming to be the cousin of Ling'er's aunt's family, and soon coherent the words that Ling'er told from the villagers, and clarified most of the things of the year, no one knows how Ling'er died, the surname Jia became a policeman after the arrest of the Republic of China, and it seems that he has been investigating this matter, Ling'er is the first big case he encountered in the first step of his police career, and it is also the biggest one, according to the villagers in Shangyingpan, this policeman is now called Lao Jia, and he is still full of sadness when he talks about Ling'er's death.

Ye Liang thought that he should start from Lao Jia. Unexpectedly, on the third day, Lao Jia came to the door.

They lived in an inn in the center of the town, a small shop, which was very clean, and the proprietress was quick to talk, listening to her claim to be Ling'er's two aunts and cousins, so she grabbed Ye Liang and told Ling'er's story.

At this time, I looked at the curtain of the door, and a bald man in a black police uniform walked in.

This person was hunched on his back, walked slowly, and looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"You're Ling'er's cousin?" The man walked over, looked Ye Liang up and down, his brows furrowed into a pimple, and then said to himself, "It's not like it at all, it won't be a fake." ”

"Of course she ......" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and Ye Quan sighed in his heart: How did you meet him again. Xiao Wu walked in with a smile, first looked at Zhao Nan and nodded to say hello, and then said with a smile: "Of course she ...... No...... Impersonated. ”

"Ling'er has been dead for so many years, why did you find it?"

Lao Jia stared at Ye Quan, his eyes uncertain.

"Dream, my mother has been having the same dream recently, and Cousin Ling'er told her in the dream who killed her."

Lao Jia's eyes glared suddenly: "Who is it?" ”

Ye Liang rolled his eyes: "Why did I tell you?" ”

"I've been checking for twenty-two years, please tell me for the sake of my dying years, so that I can leave with peace of mind."

Lao Jia's face was gloomy.

Ye Liang felt a little strange: "You look like you're in your fifties, how can you say that you're in your last years, according to your algorithm, wouldn't I still be a charmer?" ”

Xiao Wu couldn't help but laugh out loud, Ye Liang glared at him, Xiao Wu hurriedly turned his face sideways: "Boss, come to a good pot of tea." “

The proprietress was busy settling accounts with the people who delivered the mountain goods, and a hunchbacked man came out of the house with a gloomy face, carrying a large iron kettle in his hand.

This person is the younger brother of the proprietress, in his forties this year, he was very smart when he was a child, and he was admitted to the normal school in Wuhan when he was a teenager, but he didn't know who he provoked when he was studying, and he was broken by his waist, and then he picked up a life and came back, but his waist board was never straight, and his temperament changed greatly.

"Girl, don't you know, I was hit by a poison some time ago, and I barely survived a life, but no one knows if this poison can be completely eradicated, listen to Yuan Shoudao ......"

Before Lao Jia finished speaking, he listened to Ye Quan's words: "You can't pour tea, do you want to burn me?" ”

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