The six villages of workers and peasants were empty.

Basically, the people who live here have already moved out.

From the perspective of the normal demolition process, if people want to move out, it should be that the demolition and relocation office has found some media to do publicity, and the first one to move out will appear, and we will also appear when we help some difficult families to move.

The situation in the six villages of workers and peasants was different from the beginning.

We parked the car casually in front of the residential building where the neighborhood committee is located, and when we got off the bus, we all stood on the side of the car for a while.

"The Housing Authority's are gone, too?" The thin man said nonsense.

"Didn't they check it all yesterday?" The fat man replied.

Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie talked about the number of property owners who have completed the contract.

The topic is very peaceful, as if we all live in a very harmonious world, there are no ghosts, no supernatural beings, just like a year ago, the world before we came into contact with the Aoba Paranormal Office.

But we don't live in that wonderful world.

When we entered the neighborhood committee, we saw Director Mao with a sad face.

"You're here." Director Mao greeted us.

"Is something wrong?" Guo Yujie said with concern.

"Hey, it's not ......" Director Mao stopped talking, sighed, and said, "It's still Aunt Song's incident." ”

Song Hyun?

I raised an eyebrow.

Guo Yujie asked: "Do her two sons have any opinions about the original demolition compensation agreement?" ”

This question proves that Guo Yujie's way of thinking is still the way of thinking of normal people. Unlike me, my first reaction was that there was something wrong with that head, and my second reaction was that Song Xian had become a ghost and was making a fuss.

I can imagine how troublesome Song Hyun would be if he became a ghost after he died.

The old lady had been silent before, but as soon as the ghosts of her parents came to her, she immediately turned into a stubborn old lady who couldn't pull back eight cows, with a stinky and hard temper, and refused to give up if she didn't achieve her goal.

The cause of her death was so disturbing.

Coupled with the current situation, I would not be surprised if she became a ghost after her death and chased her two sons without forgiveness.

Director Mao listened to Guo Yujie's question, and sighed with a wry smile, "It would be better if this was the case." If the agreement cannot be negotiated, it can be negotiated again. But they ......," she pondered her words, "and they're a little crazy...... Some of them are like Mrs. Song used to be like they used to ...... They were going to send the old lady's ashes to her hometown, on a small island. ”

"Huh? To be sent to that Guillotine Island? Guo Yujie was surprised, "Didn't they have a funeral before?" ”

"That's right. Now it's a ...... for this Their wives and children all thought that the two brothers were crazy and did not agree. On that island, there are no people living now, and there are no shipping routes, only garrisons. They want to buy a boat, they want to rent a boat, and their family seems to want to sell their house for this purpose...... It's quite a toss-up. The house was demolished here, and they were also urging for compensation. Their wives and children disagreed...... I got several calls last night. They may be coming to you today. Director Mao rubbed his eyebrows, "I heard Liu Zhijun's wife crying...... She cried for two or three hours, saying that their brother had fallen into evil. Said the six villages of workers and peasants...... Feng Shui is not good...... They don't seem to want to come in, and they don't know how to talk to you when the time comes. ”

I listened calmly to Director Mao's narration, and I could hear that Director Mao had a headache about it.

On a work level, it's quite annoying.

Song Xian is dead, her husband died a few years earlier, her parents died when she was a child, the house in the sixth village of workers and peasants is her inheritance, which is distributed by her two sons, and her daughter-in-law and grandchildren are not qualified to buy beaks. But this is a legal requirement. In reality, it is impossible to calculate it so clearly. Liu Zhiguo, Liu Zhijun's wife and children did not agree with their approach, and they forced them to do so, and the result was constant negotiations and quarrels, and our demolition and relocation office and the neighborhood committee on Director Mao's side were inevitably involved.

You can't turn them away when they need them. Listening to them and answering their questions is part of our job. Doing ideological work for them and letting them reach a consensus can be said to be the main work of the demolition and relocation office and the neighborhood committee. Procedural and legal operations are secondary.

These tasks are tedious and useless most of the time.

But compared to the supernatural problem, it seems to be very easy again.

In the afternoon, the two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun came.

We found out that they were coming, or because they were arguing at the entrance of the community, and the noise was too loud to get our attention.

Sure enough, as Director Mao said, the wives of both of them have a psychological shadow on the six villages of workers and peasants, and they refuse to cross the threshold.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were very gloomy, they were torn and scolded by their wives, and they didn't say anything. Such a performance obviously angered the two women even more.

I called Guo Yujie, and reluctantly stepped forward and separated them.

To put it mildly, the two women still refused to enter the community, so I could only ask Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu to accompany them outside to find a place to sit. Director Mao didn't come out, probably because he was annoyed by them last night. I didn't call Director Mao either.

I dragged the two brothers into the community.

Looking at their expressions along the way, they don't have any psychological shadow against the six villages of workers and peasants, but their mood is not high.

Liu Zhiguo took out a cigarette, and began to swallow clouds and smoke on the road.

After entering the neighborhood committee, Director Mao gave up the conference room for us, poured tea with Xiaoyao, said hello, and left.

The thin man closed the door to the conference room, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The room fell silent, and for the next minute, there was no more sound.

The cigarette in Liu Zhiguo's hand burned to the end.

"Two, I also saw Mrs. Song's performance at that time, so we don't have to hide our speech...... Did you see Mrs. Song? I asked straight to the point.

Liu Zhiguo's hand shook, and the cigarette fell on the conference table.

Liu Zhijun let out a long breath.

"I thought my mom was old and confused...... Her brain is broken......" Liu Zhijun opened his mouth, "People are old, there is no way to do this kind of thing." Okay, let's be sons, we were coaxed by her when we were young, and now we coax her......"

Liu Zhiguo's eyes were red, his hand trembled into the pocket of his clothes, and he took out a cigarette, but he failed to light the lighter.

The thin man walked over and helped him light the fire.

"She ...... that day You didn't go that day...... That day we took her to the factory again and took the ashes with us. When she got there, she searched everywhere like a fly, along the factory, and wanted to enter the factory. We couldn't stop her, and finally followed her in. All the electricity and water in the factory were stopped. Not a single one. A lot of places are gray, and it looks like no one has been there for a long time. Liu Zhijun shook his head, "That kind of environment, we two big men are afraid." My mother is old, and she is still rushing to the front, looking for room by room, calling 'Daddy' and 'Grandma' while looking for it...... We see ...... Really...... I'm distressed, I'm afraid......"

Liu Zhiguo choked up, turned his words, and continued: "I looked around, but I didn't see anything. My mom ...... Not really...... The man didn't cry, and he fell down all at once. Zhijun and I didn't have time to hold her...... She was like she had lost her soul, and we were all afraid that something would happen to her. We buried and scattered the ashes, all as she had intended. She didn't react at all. We came back with her. After coming back, Zhijun and I both felt bad...... She's ...... like that."

Liu Zhijun's eyes also reddened, "...... She left in the evening...... In the evening, we looked at her, told her to eat, poured water for her...... She...... She lay in bed unresponsive...... We ......"

The two brothers wept silently and could no longer speak.

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