Chapter 115: Finding the Teeth

"It's kind of weird to say that there is a car accident in the same place every year. But this year it happened twice. So I don't know if I can believe it. I said, "Grandpa, what do you think?" ”

Grandpa said, "I don't know." ”

"You don't know?" I thought to myself, I don't know if it's because there are few things like this, and it's excusable. You eat more salt than I eat, and you won't know?

Grandpa looked at my questioning expression, spread his hands, and said, "Why can't I not know?" One, I didn't go to that downhill place; Two, I didn't see the kid once. Why do I have to know? ”

When I think about it, too. So I hurriedly put away my questioning expression, changed it to a smiling expression and asked, "Grandpa, what do you say?" If it's not caused by ghosts, that's fine, but if it's caused by ghosts, we can't turn a blind eye. ”

At this time, the grandmother shouted in the room, "The quilt is laid, you grandchildren can sleep." ”

Grandpa shook his head into the room and said, "Let's go to bed first." Today, thanks to you, you smashed the stone that ran away, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to fight the ghost prostitute. If you're tired, get some rest. We'll talk about that tomorrow. ”

The next day, I was about to get out of bed in a daze when I heard my grandfather talking to someone. So I sat on the bed and listened to what they had to say.

"Master Ma, just help me!" The man pleaded.

Grandpa said, "Don't worry, speak slowly." What's going on? My wife said, you came to me yesterday. But I was in Hongjiaduan yesterday and couldn't meet you. ”

The man said, "My daughter gave me a dream last night that she had a rake tooth pierced her grave, and she was so painful that she could not turn over." She also said that she told the boy's parents not to blame her. She's not yet at the point where she's looking for a stand-in, and she won't be able to find a stand-in until this time next year. So the boy who was hit by the car was not her fault, and asked the boy's father not to stick his rake teeth on her grave. There is a debtor, but don't make a mistake. ”

"Is that really the case?" Grandpa asked, "As the saying goes, there are thoughts and dreams every day. Are you always worried that people will stick their rake teeth on your daughter's grave, and you will dream about it? ”

The man inhaled and said, "That's possible." But the boy's parents kept pestering me, and it wasn't a solution. ”

Grandpa said, "Forget that. Now we will go to your daughter's grave and see, if there is a rake, this dream is true. If not, then I can't help you. ”

"I'm going too." I quickly got up from the bed and put on my clothes and shoes haphazardly.

The three of us went to his daughter's grave. This is a new grave, and the everlasting light on the grave is still fine. The new soil also has a strong earthy smell.

The three of us looked around the grave and found no rake teeth.

"Am I really overthinking?" The man touched the top of his head with a wide calloused slap.

We were leaving. Grandpa said, "Wait, I'll pinch it for a while." The grandfather closed his eyes and tapped the other four fingers regularly with his thumb, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said to the man, "Go up to the top of the grave and have a look." Dig a three-finger deep pit and you can see the rake teeth. ”

The man walked to the top of the grave in disbelief and removed the new earth, which had not yet been compacted. I looked expectantly at the man's hand at the grave. Grandpa sat on a flat stone with a good chance of winning, squinting in the wind.

"No wow." The man stopped digging and said to his grandfather.

Grandpa stretched out an index finger and said, "Three fingers deep." Did you dig it? ”

The man also stretched out his index finger and measured it in the pit at the top of the grave, saying, "Oh." It's not yet three fingers deep, and the pit looks like it's already so deep, but it's not yet when you measure it with your hands. ”

Grandpa asked, "Is there any smoke?" The man rubbed out the cigarette case with his forearm and threw it to his grandfather.

The man dug for a while and said, "The soil here is firmer, and it is harder to dig." ”

Grandpa said, "That's right." ”

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Grandpa said, "The soil on the newly buried grave is sparse. He dug up the tight soil, which means that someone has nailed the teeth here and pressed the soil tightly. The man was afraid that others would find out, so he added some loose soil to the compact soil to cover it up. But the man didn't expect that this girl would explain it to her father in a dream. ”

Before Grandpa could finish his sentence, the man shouted, "Sure enough, there is a rake tooth, what a fucking cruelty!" My daughter has been wronged and suffered. The man held up his hand to show me and my grandfather, a rusty, muddy rake tooth in his hand. His hands were shaking slightly.

Grandpa was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay." I'll help you. ”

The man washed his hands by a pond and took us to the hospital. From the fork in the road where my grandfather and I last met the ghost official, walk two or three miles to the right, and we will arrive at the hospital. The hospital was not in good condition, the lime on the walls was peeling, and the iron bars on the windows were rusty. In the middle of the hospital is a small flower pavilion, but it is overgrown with weeds and messy flowers, and it is neglected.

"The boy is on the second floor." The man said.

The hospital's inpatient department is a simple two-story building with narrow stairs that make it difficult to climb with your legs. The guardrail next to the rungs was so dirty that I didn't dare to hold on to it to keep my balance when I couldn't stand steadily.

I thought to myself, the hospital is all broken like this, can the patients live here comfortably, can the patients trust the doctors here? At the very least, send someone to clean up the dirty area.

Go to the second floor, turn left and enter the fifth ward. A boy of five or six years old was lying on a white bed, and next to him lay a man, who was supposed to be his father. His father was snoring like thunder, and the boy could fall asleep in such a snoring.

"Why don't we come in when they wake up?" The man asked, putting his mouth in his grandfather's ear. There was still unwashed dirt between his fingernails.

Grandpa nodded and motioned for me to go out.

We walked out lightly, closed the door, and walked down the staircase that was not at all human. Seeing that there was no other place to rest, we walked to the overgrown flower pavilion, wiped the cement stool a little, and sat down. The ass was cold.

The sun hasn't come out yet. Crystal clear dew hangs at the ends of the weedy blades, dripping down. The dew reflected the shapeshifts of the three of us.

"Your daughter hasn't ...... yet," Grandpa said, tilting his head, "uh, uh, uh...... Also in this hospital? With that, Grandpa reached into his pocket and touched the cigarette.