Chapter 12: Old Song's Fingers

1 Old Song's fingers

It was when Lao Song was young, and four years of factory life made him a well-known Song Daring, and his courage slowly grew stronger and bigger with the shouts of more people day by day. That year, they all went to a large state-owned factory, and the treatment was much better. After a while, the new colleagues also knew Song Daring's name, and the more outrageous it became, it was said that when he encountered something unclean at night, he shouted that Song Daring would be fine, but it was actually pure nonsense.

That day, Lao Song got off the night shift, it was an alternate shift, and he worked two shifts at night, at that time, he was very humane, he only worked half a night and then changed shifts, and he would not work overnight like some factories now, and he would continue to work during the day, and he would complain to the black-hearted boss here. Although the old ghost often has business dealings with these black-hearted bosses, to be honest, I look down on these people from the bottom of my heart, so I often say that the most terrible thing is not ghosts but people.

Lao Song rode his bicycle to his uncle's house on Bauhinia Mountain Road after the night shift, why did he go to his uncle's house so late? Because Lao Song's uncle was going to kill a pig at noon, a day ago, he asked Lao Song to send a message to Lao Song and told him to come and get pork that night. Lao Song was a little tired, but he swallowed and salivated when he thought of the pork he hadn't eaten for a long time. Soon the old town came to an end, why do you say that, the old town of Zhengzhou used to be very small, and there are now countless KTVs, nightclubs and bathing centers on the side of Bauhinia Mountain Road, as well as many shops, restaurants and hotels, but at that time it was still a piece of village. When entering the country road, Lao Song met a young man riding a bicycle, he was carrying a bag of noodles on the back seat, the bag was a little leaky, Lao Song smiled evilly and thought: I don't tell him, when he gets home, there will be half a bag of noodles left. At this time, the young man spoke: "Guys, which village?" Old Song told his uncle about the village where his uncle was, and the boy also said loudly that he was also from that village, and the two went on the same road. Before the village was built, there were large areas of heaven and earth and cemeteries on the roadside to enter and exit the village, and I believe that this was the case in every former village of the city.

The two chatted and rode as they arrived, and when they passed by a cemetery, the young man suddenly said, "Let's ride faster on this stretch." Before Lao Song could ask why the man had begun to accelerate, Lao Song also rode up, and the two found that the more they rode the road, the more rusty they became. The road I had traveled seemed to be in front of me in the blink of an eye, and after that part of the road, I found that it was not far ahead. They spared for more than an hour, and the young man stopped riding, got out of the car and said, "It's over, that's why I let you ride faster, this road often hits the wall." "Lao Song is not very afraid, ghosts hit the wall and trap people at most, but I have never heard of harming people. At this time, he asked, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?" In fact, he was embarrassed, and wanted to remind the young man that the noodle bag was missing, and the young man said with some fear: "When do you still talk about noodles." The noodles were issued by my unit, oops, why did the bag leak, thanks to you for reminding me. Lao Song scratched his head after hearing this, he was a little embarrassed, embarrassed that he didn't remind this young man just now.

Suddenly, the young man screamed, his feet were off the ground, and his upper body fell the ground, and then dragged out a long way. He kept shouting for help, and Lao Song hurriedly ran over to help, but couldn't catch up at all. Fortunately, the young man held on to a hole not far away, probably because the hole was too small, and the young man held the edge of the hole tightly with his arms. The guy desperately wanted to climb up, but it was obviously in vain, Lao Song heard his screams, and hurriedly caught up and grabbed the guy's hand and pulled it out desperately. But he couldn't pull it out, and the guy's hand might have been scratched because of the drag on the ground just now and the process of struggling to climb up, and now it was full of blood. Lao Song pulled it up and slipped it, and he couldn't stand it at all. Old Song was heartbroken, put his hand into the hole and squeezed into the hole, grabbed the young man's belt, and pulled it out violently. Suddenly, Lao Song felt a sharp pain in his fingers, obviously hurt by something, Lao Song's eyes were red, and he pulled the young man out with a scream under the severe pain. The two frantically ran back to the place where the bicycle was parked, when they heard a burst of shouting and saw the light of the flashlight, and the two of them turned to the direction of the source of the light and ran wildly. They saw a familiar figure, it was Lao Song's uncle and the young man's parents, as well as a large group of villagers and two big black dogs. Lao Song's uncle was waiting for Lao Song at home, but he found that he had not arrived for a long time, and he was afraid that the child would be in danger, so he went out to look for him, and then saw that the young man's parents were also going out to look for someone. The two parties came to the conclusion that the child must have encountered a ghost hitting the wall, so they called a few brave villagers to lead the dog out to look for them, and found them here. On the other hand, the two old Song's fingers were missing, and the guy's legs were full of blood marks. The two took everyone to look for bicycles, but they couldn't find anything on the road. Lao Song remembered something and said: "On the ground, his face is leaking, and we can find the bicycle by following the imprint on the face." ”

They followed the mark and found two bicycles, which were strangely not on a country road, but into a cemetery in the middle of a field.................

"What's next?" I saw that Lao Song had started drinking and eating again, so I couldn't wait to ask. "The next thing we all did was to go to the hospital and get dressed, and my fingers were gone. And then I became good buddies with that guy, Oh yes, he's going to come to me for a drink in a few days, and I'll talk about it then, so you can take a look at the scar on his leg. ”

I said, "There are two doubts, first, didn't you notice a difference in the road when you rode into the cemetery?" The second point is how you didn't know how your fingers were, but what I don't know was what got rid of you, is it a ghost in the tomb? Lao Song replied: "The first question is easy to answer, and we didn't find any difference, because the country roads are also rough and uneven, and the reason why they are called ghosts hitting the wall is because they can confuse your senses." Lao Song took a sip of the wine in the cup, and then motioned to me, I also suffocated the wine in the cup, and then looked at him.

"As for the second question: I'm too sure, but two years later, a true story may have answered something that broke my finger. But that's for the next story. Old Song smiled evilly and pointed to the empty wine glass.

3 Hunters with pipes

This story did not happen to Lao Song himself, he heard it, but he can roughly explain what his fingers were knocked off.

The story takes place two years later, when gun control was not strict, so there were still many firearms made in Hanyang in some villages. In fact, these firearms are not guns in the real sense, their range is not too far, and because there is no rifling, the accuracy is relatively low, but these firearms are very lethal to animals, because they can spray out a large amount of iron sand, embedded in the flesh of the animal to slow down the animal to facilitate capture or kill with one shot, for people to be much less lethal.

There is such a person, he has a fire system, and he likes to go to the fields and the woods on the edge of the village to hunt for game or something. Let's call him the Hunter here. He and Lao Song are neighboring villages, and on the way back, they have to pass by the road of the last ghost hitting the wall from the opposite direction. To further ado, here he also met the ghost hitting the wall. It is said that it was the Mao Moon that day, and it was the kind of very hazy moon, and this kind of weather was the most easy to see ghosts. The hunter caught a hare and a pheasant, and he roasted the pheasant in the field and had eaten it before carrying the hare to the village.

Why is the introduction so simple, not only is it convenient for everyone to read, but this story is also heard by Lao Song, so I think there is an unreal component, so it is not suitable for more rendering. The main thing is that the title of my collection is called Ghost Stories Around Me, and this story always makes me feel a bit like the animal world.

He did not panic when the hunter under the hairy moon met a ghost hitting the wall, and he lit his pipe, which is said to be a way to drive away ghosts. As the pipe went out as it flickered and went, the surrounding scene did not change in any other way, and it was still the same as the ghost hitting the wall. Suddenly, a low voice came from the darkness: "Hey, what is the branch on your mouth, one bright and one dark, why can you still smoke in your mouth." The hunter was excited, but this man was not small, and he calmed down and said, "Pipe, do you want to take a sip, you can smoke from this mouth." The voice said, "It smells good, I'll taste you when you take a puff." The hunter asked, "Where to spray?" "The hunter actually wants to know where this voice is hidden, and if he really can't help it, he can fight hard and not die unjustly. The voice replied, "Spray into the sky." The hunter let out a large cloud of smoke, and saw it drift far away into a place deep in the grass. There was a large hole in that place, and the hunter saw the smoke slowly drifting into the hole, and although the smoke spread a lot, he could still see that there was something in the hole.

"Why did you come along?" The voice rebuked with some surprise. "But you smell good, call it a pipe, come and give me a puff." The hunter was stunned and said, "I have a better smoker, the one on my back is called a smoking gun, this is easy to smoke, you try?" The voice smiled, and there was a miserable feeling in the laughter, and the hunter regretted it a little, he was afraid that this filthy thing knew about the fire system. The laughter of the voice stopped: "Say yes, yes." If you have filial piety, I'll let you go if I'm comfortable in a while. The hunter did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly filled the gunpowder and put it into the iron sand. This time he filled with excess gunpowder, and he waited for this thing to be put in his mouth, no matter what it was, he had to fight for it, and he didn't dare to think about letting him go, this ghost you lied to the ghost.

After the reloading, the hunter slowly put the gun into the hole, and said: "You can bite, don't let go, otherwise it will be difficult to smoke, I will light the fire now, light the fire, you hear the sound and suck again, do you hear?" There was a muffled grunt in the cave, apparently biting something. The hunter was not at ease, and threw himself out, feeling that he had indeed been bitten by something, so he lit the fuse. I heard a bang, the fire rang out, and the hunter whispered into the cave and asked, "Shangxian, is it good to smoke?" The cave was quiet, and the hunter hurriedly looked back to see that the scene around him had returned to normal, and he himself stayed in front of a large hole in the middle of a grave, except for the cave that was still there, the rest of the hunters already knew each other, and hurriedly grabbed the fire and rushed back to his village, and after dawn he led the people of the village directly to the cemetery where the incident had happened last night.

It didn't take much effort to pull out an animal from the entrance of the cave, a fox with white fur on its back, his belly was gray, but the beard on his back and mouth was snow-white, and he looked very good. The fox hadn't been seen for many years, and it was only when the village elders arrived that they confirmed that it was a fox. So capable people appeared one after another to say that this matter is only a thousand years of fox, how is it, using spells to conjure ghosts to hit the wall, and waiting for people to run out of strength to get people into the hole and devour them, and so on countless versions of the inference, the people in the surrounding ten miles and eight towns also know about it, and they have attributed their experience of passing this road to this old fox. Lao Song's village is naturally no exception, so Lao Song was also included in the story of scaring people.

I once asked Lao Song about the authenticity of the hunter's story, and Lao Song said that eight out of ten of them were broken by the old ladies in the middle of the village, but one thing is true: that is, there has never been a ghost hitting the wall on this road since then.