My employer took me to that unmanned toll booth.

He didn't want to get too close, though.

I took a closer look at the toll booth, it was old.

Even the toll booths are cement walls.

There wasn't even a railing to stop the car.

Because it's daytime, those things don't show up.

Then I went back with my employer and asked on the way about the toll booth, perhaps entrusted by a few surrounding villages, and he spoke in great detail.

However, regarding the history of the highway, it does not help at all.

However, some of the previous descriptions caught my attention, that is, the villager said that these people were dressed strangely, and I wanted to ask what strange things were, but the employer did not see it with his own eyes.

So he took me to the house of a villager who was running a trucking job.

The people here were very hospitable, and although they were skeptical about my age and where I was going, they were hospitable.

The host is a young man in his thirties, and I asked him if he didn't feel scared.

He said that he saw and heard a lot about the freight forwarders.

So I didn't pay much attention to it.

It's just that I'm scared at first, and once it's over, it's just like that.

It's not that he's dressed strangely, but no one wears that way anymore, and I'm afraid I can't buy it if I want to.

This sentence intrigued me, and I asked him to describe it carefully.

He said that the clothes of those people had two characteristics, one was that they had many pockets, and then the color was very monotonous, either gray or dark blue, and they were not very clean.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed at the time.

Because I thought it was a clue, but when he said this, I had no clue, because I had never seen the clothes described in my mouth.

Originally, I had the intention to help these souls, but I wanted to.

Although they won't know about it, and they won't thank themselves, I still want to do it, so that I can prove myself in front of Mr. Feng, and then I can be liberated and go back to school.

Second, under the influence of Mr. Feng, perhaps it is reasonable to respect every living being on the earth, that is, existence.

But it doesn't matter either way.

Because, I decided to forcibly pull them away.

As I was leaving, an old man came out of the house and stopped me.

The old man was the father of a young man, about sixty years old.

He looked at me and then asked me what I wanted to do.

The old man's accent is not local, with a taste of Mandarin.

As soon as he asked, he stopped me.

I thought I had met a senior, so I told him my plan truthfully, and when I heard that I was going to forcibly take them away, the old man was obviously upset and asked if there was no other way?

I said there was no other way.

The old man sighed and told me to wait.

He ran into the house and came out for a while.

When I came out, I was holding a white-washed garment, which was very different from the current clothes in terms of fabric and workmanship, and I noticed that the dress had many pockets.

When the old man's son saw the clothes, he was surprised to tell me that those souls were dressed in this style.

That's when I realized that the old man was not my predecessor.

Looking at the neatly folded clothes, the old man was a little sad, as if he was recalling something, and we didn't bother him, because the incident went back a long time.

The cause was the movement to go to the mountains and go to the countryside after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The old man vividly remembers that in 1972, he and a group of classmates responded to the call and came to this strange land from the big city to work with the farmers, exercising and helping the local people to eradicate illiteracy.

At that time, many people were not used to rural life, and the old people themselves cried several times, but they did not dare to sneak back, first, this was the need of the country, and second, they were also repatriated back and forth, and their families were also implicated.

Time is like an arrow, and seven years have passed.

They also gradually became familiar with local life, and the old man found his other half when he was in his thirties, and many educated youths from the countryside have made families there.

But what they didn't expect was that in the early 80s, due to the needs of the country, the movement to go to the mountains and go to the countryside came to an end, and the big cities needed more talents, so they set off a wave of returning to their hometowns.

In 1981, the wave of local homecomings reached its peak.

Some even abandon their wives and return to the big cities.

The old man was a man of great affection, as could be seen from the fact that he had kept the dress well, so he decided to stay, because he had taken root here, and his family had fallen out with him, and he had not been back for decades.

There are many people like the elderly, but there are also some people who not only divorced in order to return to the big city, but also lied to their wives who have been with them for many years, and they never returned.

On June 22, 1981, there was no highway at that time.

There is a big road that leads to the county seat.

That day, the last homecoming car stopped there, and those educated youths who longed to return to their hometowns rushed up as soon as they saw the car.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and I don't know why.

The car caught fire and exploded.

Due to the crowding, more than a dozen people died on the spot.

Another died on the way to the hospital.

After saying this, the old man trembled all over, and said bitterly: "This is retribution, if those people don't abandon their wives, how can they end up like this?" ”

At that time, we didn't know how to comfort the old man.

They could only stand there together, silent.

I already had a plan in mind, so I asked the old man what kind of car the car he blew up that year, and then asked the employer to go to the town and let the paper-binding master make one in the same way.

I came to the toll booth with my employer in the evening, but he still didn't want to go, so I joked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll fool you and take the money and leave?" ”

He felt it made sense and agreed to go with him.

We set up barricades, sat on the side of the road and waited.

The employer fidgeted and looked around, as if he was afraid that there would be a ghost behind him.

I reassured me that it was okay, but he wouldn't listen.

Mr. Feng said that the soul is not something that everyone can see, first of all, there is a moon, and then it is related to the time of their death, which is the practice of ordinary people.

In fact, the soul is always repeated there, but there are no specific conditions, which is why some people do not see it when they pass by here at night.

As soon as it gets dark, I already feel a soul moving nearby.

But I knew that at that time, the employer could not see the soul for the time being, so I could only wait until about one o'clock in the morning, when the bright moon was in the sky.

The employer said, "Is it okay to wipe the tears of the cow?" ”

I recalled what Mr. Feng had said and said, "You really believe it, that thing is very dirty, and it is very harmful to the eyes." ”

The reason why I can see it is all thanks to Mr. Feng.

I will never forget the scene when he used his hands to pick his eye sockets and poke his ears, this method works for people with special physique.

With these talents, I can clearly see that these souls start at the entrance, then keep running, run to the toll booth and disappear automatically, and then reappear at the entrance and repeat the previous process.

Know their route, and that's easy.

I made a pattern in front of the toll booth, using a red rope to make a large circle on the ground and leaving a gap in the direction where the soul was running.

After everything was arranged, I asked my employer to burn the paper car.

When this is done, the employer still can't see the soul.

So I handed him a mirror, pretended to draw on it, and told him that he could see the souls in the mirror.

Seeing that it was empty, the employer was somewhat skeptical.

But when he looked in the mirror and saw a group of people running in the mirror, he was so frightened that he immediately threw away the mirror and looked at me with a look of horror.

I glared at him and said that if the mirror broke, I would pay a thousand dollars.

My employer looked at me with a pale face, and I didn't know if I was frightened by my soul or by my asking price. Actually, I was stunned, and when I picked up the mirror and found it intact, I was very unhappy.

Because a thousand pieces are in the soup.

I handed him the mirror again, solemnly repeating the value of the mirror.

Actually, it's just an ordinary mirror.

Eventually, the employer's curiosity overcame his fear, and he picked up the mirror and looked trembling slightly.

At this time, the souls running in front of them had already entered the pattern I had drawn, and once they entered, they did not want to come out again, so they kept running and kept standing still.

When I saw more than a dozen souls entering, I tied the red rope at the gap, so that I was not afraid of any accidents.

The employer was still scared and came to the side to say hello.

As he spoke, the paper car burned out completely.

The employer saw a brand-new liberation truck in the mirror, and as soon as the truck appeared, the spirits scrambled to climb up and sit down motionless.