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Seeing that the time was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, the shops on the street began to close one after another.

I wandered to the coffin shop again, where the skinny old man was about to close. I went over to help him carry a few delicate urns placed at the door into the store, and said with a sincere face:

"Uncle, I've been walking around the street for two hours, and I haven't heard a word, can you give me some pointers to see if I'm using the wrong way? Why don't you get the answer no matter which store you go? A little girl in the mood for love just disappeared out of thin air, didn't anyone pay attention? If something really happened to her, wouldn't these people feel sorry at all? ”

The old man glanced at me and said lightly:

"Do you understand the reason why curiosity kills cats? The rule that no one should enter this street after the sun goes down is known to everyone in the city, so why do you have to try it? ”

The old man took a palm-sized copper lock, sighed, and said:

"Forget it, meeting is fate, let's go, I'll treat you to a meal, and I'll talk to you about something by the way."

I was overjoyed and followed the old man out the door.

The old man didn't take me down the street any further, but walked around the alley.

Half an hour later, I finally saw the bustling streets.

The old man stopped, turned and pointed in the direction we had just walked out, and said:

"Look at it, how do you feel?"

Looking in the direction he was pointing, a wall appeared in my eyes.

Every once in a while, there would be a sign of disconnection, as if a hole had been made in the city wall.

After looking at it for a long time, I realized that it was actually almost connected houses, and the side I saw was actually the back of the house, but the houses were all the same height, and the whole wall had no windows, and it looked like a connected city wall.

The old man reached out and patted me on the shoulder, and whispered:

"There are some things, it's better not to be too curious."

Sitting in an antique tavern, the old man across from me raised his glass and said to me:

"Acquaintance is fate, come, let's drink one first."

After speaking, the old man tilted his neck, and a glass of wine went down.

The old man told me that his surname was Tian, and his ancestors had been coffin-making for eight generations.

The coffin shop was opened by his grandfather, and when it reached his hands, the business became more and more sluggish, and the coffin I saw was the last one he hit. Since then, he has not beaten the coffin, and the urns sold in the store are all purchased finished products.

The old man drank a few glasses of wine and talked more, but he never talked about my concerns.

But I do know a little bit about ghost streets.

That street already existed in the Qing Dynasty, but because it was built on the edge of the city, it was relatively remote, so there were no windows on the side of the city wall.

Legend has it that this street was originally a street of Goolan and, in today's parlance, a red-light district.

About a hundred years ago, that is, when Old Man Tian's father was the shopkeeper, this street suffered a military rebellion, and the Qing court was weak and bullied by the foreign powers.

After a breach, this old street with many fences naturally became a good place for those soldiers to have fun.

At that time, the most famous on this street was the top Oiran of Jinfeng Lou - Sandalwood Girl. Although she was a prostitute, she did something that countless men did not dare to do at that time.

When a large number of foreign soldiers broke into the Golden Phoenix Tower, wanting her to serve their general for the night, Sandalwood quietly lit the gunpowder prepared in advance.

In the midst of the loud bang, a generation of famous prostitutes died. The invaders who wanted to kiss Fang Ze were all buried here.

At that time, at the key station of the No. 14 bus, the local squire raised money to build a huge fire kiln, and the hundreds of corpses were burned in one fire.

And that fire kiln has been called a funeral home ever since.

Later, with the continuous construction of the city, the kiln was also demolished, but the place remained empty.

And the ghost street got its name from that time.

Legend has it that every day after the sun sets, the ghosts of the unjustly killed come out and wander around, and if they encounter the living, they will take them away.

But this statement has never been verified, and no one has ever come forward to say that this matter is false, everyone knows each other, and no one breaks this rule.

Like the missing girl, no one will talk about it, or rather, no one will know about it at all.

After coming out of the tavern, Old Man Tian only said one sentence to me:

"Don't be curious, hurry home."

It was already completely dark, and I was walking aimlessly down the street. Not far away is the ghost street, which is brightly lit on this side and dark on the other.

On the billboard on the side of the road, I saw a missing person notice, and the photo on it was the girl named Luo Xin.

In the photo, she is smiling sweetly, but at the moment she seems to have disappeared from this world, and there is no news.

Turning around, I walked in the direction of the ghost street, and I wanted to see for myself what kind of secrets this legendary ghost street was not entered.

After a long circle, I once again came to the entrance of the ghost street.

The quiet streets are dark, and it has a bit of a horror movie atmosphere.

The night breeze blows, and it's a little cool.

I tightened my coat and stepped out onto the bluestone-paved street.

When passing by an alleyway, a figure suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.

In that moment, I even heard my own heartbeat.

I stopped and tried to shout:

"Luo Xin?"

No response.

The figure just stood there, motionless.

After a moment's hesitation, I walked into the alley anyway.

When he was less than ten meters away from the figure, he could barely see the back of a woman.

She stood at the doorway of a courtyard, with one foot on the steps, leaning forward slightly, as if looking into the courtyard.

I reached out and touched it for a long time, but I didn't find the phone. I had no choice but to slip the lighter in my hand and slowly approach the figure.

The closer I got to her, the more nervous I became.

When I saw what she was wearing, I was almost certain that the person in front of me was the girl in the video.

Light blue denim skirt, white t-shirt, hair combed back in a ponytail.

Although many girls wear it this way, no one will come here at this time.

I know very well in my heart that even if she is really Luo Xin, it is not normal to appear here in such a form at such a time.

But I leaned over and lit the lighter in my hand.

"Luo Xin, hurry up and go back with me!"

As I spoke, I reached out and took the girl's hand.

Just as I was about to touch her hand, the light of the lighter illuminated her face.

"Snap"

The lighter broke free and fell to the ground.

"Bang" exploded.

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