The taxi driver is very talkative, and when he opens his mouth, he tells his own story.

His name is Chen Zi'an, he was born in Huixiang, grew up in Huixiang, and never left the city.

“…… When I was three months old, my mom saw me staring at the corner of my room every day and giggling there. She burned incense there for two days, and I stopped looking over there. When I was four years old, I was playing marbles in front of my house, playing with a bunch of kids who were older than me, and they kept pushing me away and snatching my marbles. They were lying on the ground playing, and one of the marbles was hit far away and rolled past my feet. I looked back, and the marble rolled over to the corner of the wall, and a hand came out from the other side of the wall and picked it up. A group of them chased after them, but they didn't see a single hair when they got there. So they grabbed me and beat me and told me to take out the marbles. Those ghosts! Chen Zi'an took a sip and continued, "Just as they were beating me, I saw another hand stretched out on the other side of the wall, and the same hand just now, holding the marble, threw the marble. ”

Chen Zi'an's hands holding the steering wheel were released, and he gestured to us, "Just throw it over, roll to the feet of a ghost, and as soon as he stepped on it, he fell and squatted." ”

I looked at Chen Zi'an's driving style and was terrified.

In contrast, the ghost stories he tells sound like a story.

Chen Zi'an also gushed endlessly, pointing ahead, "You are going to Caotou Road, I haven't seen anything." But this way, all the way, there is a crying grave ridge, that place, tsk...... I once dragged people to the village at the foot of the mountain. When I got to the place, I heard a cry on the mountain, a cry so loud, it sounded like someone was crying. I asked the people in the village, and they were so frightened that they ran away. An old man told me that this is normal, and that there are often people crying on their hills. Hundreds of years ago, there was the ancestral grave of a large family. People are magnificent, and when they are buried and sweep the tombs, they let the people in the family kneel there and cry the grave, and the sound is earth-shattering. It's still loud! Also, there was a subordinate who just couldn't cry well, and was directly beaten to death by the master's family. After he died, he knelt on the top of the mountain and wept every day. ”

It still sounds like a folk tale.

I'm half-convinced of that.

There will be some belief that it is because I saw a ghost outside the coach. The ghost was supposed to be the student's family, coming to pick them up.

casually encountered a ghost, and the ghost was still so calm and calm, looking accustomed to his own situation. I don't believe in such a coincidence. This place really didn't feel very comfortable for me, and I thought that it might be easy to have ghosts here.

Chen Zi'an chattered and told a few ghost stories, all of which were personal experiences, hearing the voice of ghosts, seeing the shadows of ghosts, some things moved their positions inexplicably, and some things disappeared inexplicably.

I listened to him so much that I couldn't help but interrupt, "What about your previous disappearance?" What's going on with that? ”

"Missing." Chen Zi'an spit out the smoke ring out of the car window and became deep, "Our ghosts here, kill but don't kill, and the bullying is outsiders." If we encounter a little sound or something, you're miserable. Have you ever heard of a ghost hitting a wall? ”

He asked suddenly, and Lu Qiaolan and I were not prepared at all.

Lu Qiaolan is also a person who has experienced several supernatural events of teddy bears, and has little reaction to Chen Zi'an's ghost stories. At first glance, when she heard Chen Zi'an ask, she subconsciously replied: "Ghost hitting the wall?" ”

I was also surprised, and I almost spoke in unison with Lu Qiaolan.

Of course I've heard of ghosts hitting the wall. One of the most common elements in ghost stories is that ghosts hit walls. If the ghost hits the wall, people won't even hear the ghost's voice, and the ghost's shadow won't see it, just going around in a circle, and they won't be able to get out.

It's more of a lost situation than a haunting.

This situation is not peculiar.

In modern society, there is a lot of repetition in the structure of roads and buildings, twists and turns, taking a wrong fork in the road, and then endless circles, which is also normal.

Take the area where we want to demolish and relocate, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh villages of workers and peasants...... There are several districts, all of which are the same buildings, with similar roads in between. If there were no street signs, it would be really impossible to distinguish between the districts. It is even more difficult to distinguish in the district, which is the same building, the same green belt, fitness equipment and plaza in the middle of the district, which can be used as a landmark. In addition, it is completely impossible to distinguish between southeast and northwest.

Of course, people who live there and go there often can still tell the difference. Some residents can remember what the doors of each house on each floor look like.

But for newcomers, this kind of terrain is a real headache.

I have doubts about Chen Zi'an's ghost hitting the wall.

This method sounds more like a made-up story than an encounter with a ghost.

Chen Zi'an was unaware of it, and continued: "It's a ghost hitting the wall." A few years ago, I forget how many years ago, a man came out of the street and grabbed the fried noodles from other people's stalls to eat. Raw, the noodles haven't been cooked in the pot yet, he grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth, and robbed the noodles of other guests, picked up the bowl, and poured it down with a snort. People grabbed him and beat him, and the stall was smashed. He didn't fight back, so he grabbed something to eat. Later, when the police came, he asked, he had been walking in the mountains for several days, gnawing tree bark every day to survive, and finally saw something to eat. No one believed it, but he was real, as well as ID cards and tickets, he really came from other places half a month ago, and he disappeared when he came, and his family called the police, and the police from other places and our police here have looked for him, but he didn't find it, and now he has come out on his own. ”

Chen Zi'an glanced in the rearview mirror, "Don't believe it, this is not once or twice." In the past few years, every year the police have been able to find the bodies from the mountains, and then find the documents, but they are not from our place, they are from other places, and they have reported their disappearance. ”

My heart was pounding.

If the police find the body, they will ask the police station later, and maybe they will be able to ask about it. This thing is really true, and what is false is false, it is clear. It's just that the missing person, whether he encountered a ghost hitting the wall, or encountered other situations, it is not good.

My mind moved, and I suddenly asked, "Is there a hotel next to the police station?" Or is there a guest house or a hotel? ”

"Oh, you're going to the police station." Chen Zi'an said first, and then thought about it, "Yes, I remember seeing a hotel." ”

"When you get to the police station, take us to the hotel." I said, taking out my phone and checking the map.

Chen Zi'an was very curious, but when he asked again, I was perfunctory and did not answer.

The police station was close in front of him, Chen Zi'an confirmed it again, saw me nodding, and searched out the location of the hotel, so he drove over from the door of the police station with peace of mind.

The police station here in Huixiang looks like a newly built house, out of step with the surrounding buildings. You can see several police cars parked inside the door, and there are also police officers coming in and out of the police station.

The taxi drove by, turned, and traveled some distance before stopping.

Chen Zi'an looked at the building across the road, "That's the hotel." ”

I also saw the dilapidated building with the sign of "Home Inn", but my heart was cold.

Three-story building, no matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a big hotel with an elevator.

"Is there a hotel with an elevator here?" I asked Chen Zi'an distractedly.

Chen Zi'an turned his head and raised a strange smile, "Look at the houses along the way, which house is more than six floors?" ”