All along, the hanging in my mind was three feet off the ground, kicking both feet, and hanging on the beams of the house.

But I was deeply surprised by the scene in front of me.

Ma Laosan's feet are on the ground, how can he be hanged with his instinctive reaction?

What's more, he is not a person who is bent on death!

Thinking of yesterday's incident, I didn't look any further, squeezed out of the crowd and went straight back to the pharmacy.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the old man sitting in a rocking chair flipping through the newspaper, as if Ma Laosan's matter had not affected him.

"Master, Ma Laosan is dead." I walked over and said in a low voice.

The old man nodded, flipped through a newspaper, and asked me, "Why are you dying?" ”

"I still want to ask you......" I sighed: "I went to see it today, he hanged himself outside the door, the police said he killed him, but ......"

Before I finished speaking, the old man interrupted me and looked at me very calmly: "Since the police said that he killed him, let's wait for the police to find the murderer, let's just watch the fun." ”

"Watching the excitement?" I turned my face sideways, glanced out the door, and made sure that there was no one outside the pharmacy, so I asked the old man: "Master, there is a sentence I don't know whether to ask or not." ”

"What's that?" The old man was stunned.

"Ma Laosan...... You can't kill it, right? I pretended to be nervous and asked: "You said yesterday that he can't live tomorrow, and Ma Laosan's relationship with you has always been bad, of course, I feel that he likes you a lot, but you don't like him!" ”

As soon as I said this, the old man was so angry that his face turned white, and he coughed a few times in a row, and spat into the garbage basket with a snort.

"Do you believe that Lao Tzu killed his relatives in righteousness?" The old man asked me.

I nodded and said that I would believe it, and I believed you when you said that your six relatives didn't recognize it.

"You turtle! Lao Tzu has nothing to do, what are you doing to kill Ma Laosan?! The old man glared at me viciously: "Lao Tzu told you clearly!" Although I wanted him to die a long time ago! But Ma Laosan's death really has nothing to do with me! I ......"

"Then how did you know he was going to die?" I asked.

"You melon baby said this on purpose, you want to trick me, right?" The old man glanced at me, lit a cigarette and took two puffs, and asked me, "Ma Laosan was hanged outside the door?" ”

"Isn't it!" I nodded: "If it was a suicide, his feet would have been off the ground, but he was hanged standing up, and he still had half a tongue in his hand!" ”

"Half a tongue?" The old man frowned, his expression suddenly became ugly, and he said very seriously: "That half of the tongue should be his own." ”

I was stunned and asked, "How do you know?" ”

"It seems that Ma Laosan has offended a lot of people." The old man replied and sighed.

"Master, others don't know what you're doing, but I do!" I squatted beside the old man, lowered my voice, and asked curiously: "You just said it clearly, did Ma Laosan let the ghost die?" ”

When I was a child, I used to dig out a lot of miscellaneous things in the old man's house.

From the copper coin sword gossip mirror, down to the freshly cut yellow paper, as well as two large handfuls of copper coins and some old books that I couldn't read.

At that time, I only felt curious and fresh, but as I grew older, I read more books, and watched some Hong Kong horror movies, and I slowly understood what those things were for.

Later, I also asked the old man if he was a Taoist priest.

He was vague every time, neither denying nor admitting.

Until now, I haven't figured out what the old man used to do, could it be that he is really a Taoist priest?

"Master, Ma Laosan is a gentleman, everyone in our old street knows that he came to you to help you and asked you to save him, you say...... Could this be the case? I rubbed my palms and analyzed tentatively: "Ma Laosan hit a ghost, but he can't solve it, so I came to you, a high-ranking ......"

"Superior to your ancestors?" The old man didn't wait for me to finish speaking, and immediately scolded: "He offended people, that's why he came to me to help!" ”

"Offended?" I frowned: "Who?" ”

"How do I know?" The old man sighed: "But I'm telling you the truth, Ma Laosan did let the dirty things kill, don't get involved in this matter, if you are curious, go elsewhere, is it interesting to make trouble for yourself?" ”

I scratched my head, but didn't squeak.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old man rolled up the newspaper and stood up slowly, as if he didn't want to say more to me: "Lao Tzu went to play mahjong, you look at the store, run out less if you have nothing to do, do you hear?" ”

I mumbled and said, "Got it."

"Master, let me ask you something." I saw that the old man was really going out, so I couldn't help but open my mouth: "Are you a Taoist priest?" ”

The old man didn't hesitate, shook his head very dryly, and said, no.

"Then why is Ma Laosan begging you for help?" I hurriedly asked.

This time, the old man didn't answer me again, and he went out to play mahjong without looking back.

I think he means that he doesn't want to deal with me at all, and he is clearly avoiding this question.

But it doesn't matter, when he comes back, I'll continue to follow his words, and I can't believe it and can't come up with a reason.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining.

I was sitting at the back of the counter and facing the account, when a female customer with heavy makeup suddenly came to the store.

"Little brother, is Master Shen here?" The woman first looked around when she entered the door, and then asked delicately.

"My grandfather is not here, you can tell me what you have to do." I replied.

"I have a letter here, which Ma Laosan entrusted me to give to Master Shen." As she spoke, she pulled out a vellum paper envelope from her small satchel.

When I heard the three words Ma Laosan, my heart skipped a few beats, and said, "You give it to me, and I'll help you hand it over." ”

When this woman heard me say this, she was a little reluctant: "Ma Laosan said that this letter can only be addressed to Master Shen." ”

I smiled and explained: "I am Master Shen's own grandson, you can rest assured, I will definitely hand it over to my grandfather." ”

She thought for a moment, nodded, put the letter on the counter, and smiled at me: "Then it's troublesome little brother." ”

At this moment, I suddenly thought of something, stopped the woman who had turned around, and asked her cautiously, "That...... The letter...... Do others know? ”

"This letter was given to me by Ma Laosan before he died, anyway, it has always been with me, and I don't know anything else." After the woman finished speaking, she threw a wink at me, turned around and twisted her waist and left.

Seeing that she was gone, I did not hesitate any longer and carefully opened the envelope.

That's all it says in the letter.

"Master Shen, I can't hide when retribution comes, I don't want to live, but I want to live in peace after death, I hope you can be merciful to help me, and Ma Laosan will repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life."

I looked at the letter with a complicated expression, and I almost came to a conclusion in my heart.

It seems that the old man is really doing nothing!

Coincidentally, just as I was about to put the letter back in, the old man suddenly returned.

When he saw the letter I was holding, he asked me with a puzzled face, "What are you holding in your hand?" ”

I raised the letter in my hand and said to the old man: "Ma Laosan's letter to you......"

"I'm a plague god!! You dare to dismantle Lao Tzu's letter?!! When the old man heard me say this, his eyes widened immediately, and he took the letter angrily, tore it up after a general glance, and then threw it into the trash can on the side without care.

I leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, this is the third ......."

"I see that you are a melon baby who is full of food, and you are so nosy every day!" The old man scolded and said, didn't look at me, turned around and went up to the second floor.

Since then, the old man has never come down again.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock in the evening, when I was about to close the shop, that he walked down with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Master, are you going out?" I looked at the flashlight he was holding, a little curious.

"I ate a little too much in the evening, so I went out for a walk." The old man replied naturally: "After closing the shop, go to bed early, and I have to get up early tomorrow to open the shop." ”

After saying that, he turned on his flashlight and left without saying a word.

Going out for a walk in the middle of the night? That's not his style!

After he had been gone for about half a minute, I closed the door and cautiously followed.

The old man walked very slowly, and I saw him slip to the street entrance leisurely, and then stopped in front of Ma Laosan's fortune-telling parlor, and looked at the door of the fortune-telling parlor intently, as if he was thinking about something.

"Could it be that you read the letter...... Are you really going to help Ma Laosan? Like a thief, I secretly hid in the alley, looking at the old man from afar: "But he didn't do anything....."

After about ten minutes, the old man turned around abruptly and walked back in the direction of the pharmacy.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, for fear of being discovered by the old man, so I ran back to the pharmacy in a panic.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person sitting in a rocking chair, and subconsciously thought that there was a burglar in the house.

But what I didn't expect was that when the man saw me, he didn't plan to run at all, but reached out and pulled the old-fashioned electric light away.

The moment the lights came on, I only felt that my scalp was numb, and I didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere.

It was no one else sitting in the rocking chair.

It was early this morning that Ma Laosan hanged himself in front of his house.