Chapter 116: Two Paper Figures

The man sighed and nodded slowly. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to his grandfather, saying, "Your coat pocket is as flat as an iron, where can you take out a cigarette?" ”

Grandpa smiled awkwardly and took his cigarette.

Lighting a cigarette, Grandpa asked, "Are you sure there is a car accident here every year?" And it's all these days? ”

The man nodded: "You may not know, but anyone who lives in that area can attest to it." They see bloody car accidents these days every year. They have been rumored to be haunted for a long time, but it has not befallen them, and none of them dare to intervene. ”

Grandpa said: "Then there have been two car accidents in the past few days, which one do you say is in this incident and which one is not in this matter?" ”

The man said, "If the two accidents had happened a little further apart, I would have known." But the two crashes happened so close together that I didn't know which was right and which wasn't. ”

"That's a problem, too." Grandpa pursed his lips and thought for a moment, "Since you can't tell which one is which, how can I help?" I can't find out the source, I can't help you. ”

I interjected, "Then let's do it as it is." ”

"How do you do it according to all?" Grandpa asked. The man looked at me with inquiring eyes.

I said, "This should be the same as the water ghost, it's all about finding a stand-in." It's obvious. Right? Grandpa nodded in agreement. Haunters were not unheard of in this area, and the man nodded in agreement.

"Then we'll do what it takes to find a stand-in, and if the boy upstairs isn't good, prove that he's an exception; If he's better, prove that he's the victim in this matter. But your daughter," I said, turning my eyes into the man, "we don't know why, maybe it has nothing to do with it. ”

"Then don't bother the father and son upstairs. When did your daughter get into trouble? Grandpa asked.

"When I go to school, it's early in the morning." The man added, "The boy upstairs also came out early in the morning. ”

Grandpa nodded and said, "The road is slippery in the morning, and there are more accidents." Grandpa stood up, patted his buttocks, and said, "I'll take care of the accident tomorrow morning." When it's over, you'll know if it's your daughter or the boy upstairs who has something to do with it. ”

The man hurriedly asked, "What if my daughter is for another reason?" ”

Grandpa said, "Let's look at it at that time, one step at a time, okay?" ”

"Eh, eh." The man hurriedly bowed and nodded.

"I still need your cooperation." Grandpa said to the man.

"I can tell you anything, but if my daughter has something to do with other things, please take the trouble to help. Good no good? ”

"Okay." Grandpa replied simply and simply.

So, Grandpa explained this and this to the man. Then we went our separate ways and made our own preparations.

My grandfather and I went back home. Grandpa chopped a bamboo in the back garden, cut a few bamboo strips, tied them into the shape of a person, and then pasted white paper on the bamboo strips, and asked the neighbor for a bowl of rooster blood poured on the paper figure.

"Alright." Grandpa said. He hung the bloody paper figure in the corner of the hall with a thin hemp rope, like a hanging neck. Grandma was afraid of scaring others, so she found a coat to cover it.

If it's really a hanger, I'm not afraid. But this paper man made my heart tremble slightly, I was always distracted when I was eating, I turned my head to look at the robe, and I always felt that the paper man was making small movements under the coat, or secretly looking at us.

That night, I dreamed of the spores again. Its lips were parched and skinny. He begged me for a bowl of water. I said, "In my dreams, it's useless to give you a bowl of water to drink."

When I was a child, I also had funny times, sometimes my mother didn't give me pocket money, and I dreamed that I had a lot of coins in front of me. At the same time, I also knew that it was in a dream, and when I woke up, the money would be gone. So I thought of a way to hold the money tightly in the palm of my hand and not let it slip away. At that time, I was naïve and thought to myself: in this way from the dream to reality, the money has no chance to leave my hands.

But every time I woke up, I was disappointed.

Thinking about it later, wouldn't it be nice to exchange the money for candy first? So in my dream, I took the money and went to the store to buy snacks. But the aunt in the shop said, "You can't buy anything because of paper." I picked up the money my aunt had returned and looked at it, and it turned out to be the scratch paper I used for homework.

I woke up the next day and remembered the dream I had last night, only to realize that I had stayed at my grandfather's house for the past few days and had not watered Yueji. No wonder it says thirsty. I decided to go back and water it as soon as I was done.

My grandfather and I went to the agreed place without breakfast.

Grandpa was surprised to see that the man was also waiting there with a paper figure in his hand: "Why did you get one too?" Didn't I tell you yesterday, I'll get this paper man, are you going to call a car? ”

The man said, "My daughter gave me a dream last night that she died because of something else. At the bridge above the slope, there was an engineer who was crushed to death by a suspended cement slab, so he hired my daughter as a stand-in. ”

Grandpa patted his head and said, "Ouch, why did I forget about this?" ”

I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Did you know that too? ”

Grandpa said, "Why don't you know? Last year, the bridge was broken, and the village called someone to carry the prefabricated slabs, and I came. At that time, an engineer from other places was measuring under the bridge pier, and a cement slab lifted by the crane suddenly fell off and killed him. I'm so confused, why didn't I think of this? ”

I said, "You're busy enough these days, how can you think so much?" "Indeed, grandpa has not stopped these days, running to the neighboring county to treat the sycamore tree stump, and coming back to hunt ghost prostitutes, and there are miscellaneous things in between. I was a little dazed, and I didn't even have time to water the moon season.

Grandpa said, "That's right. I asked you to call a car over, why didn't you see the car? ”

The man was embarrassed and said, "You don't want to think about it, which car is willing to help with this?" If something happens to someone's car in the future, they will still trouble me. ”

I asked confusedly, "What are you looking for a car for?" Do you still need to use a car? ”

The grandfather didn't answer, he asked the man, "Then what's the use of you as a paper man?" ”

The man said, "My daughter told me that she would bury this paper figure under the bridge and press it on top of it with a cement slab." ”

I laughed and said, "Are you going to remove a cement slab from the bridge?" ”

The man said: "My daughter told me that the cement slab that killed the engineer was more than 50 meters to the left of the bridge. Now it is covered with haystacks, which can be seen by removing them. ”