Wu Ling's voice fell, and the man's smoking action stopped, and he looked at the three of them again, and his eyes fell on the camera.

After a few seconds, he nodded, "Okay." Come with me. ”

The man led the way and led the three into the small door behind the Buddha statue.

Behind it is the cloister, and the cloister is flanked by doors. The quadrangular cloister has an empty corner, and it looks like there is a backyard.

In this way, the area of this temple is not small.

The man led Aoba's man into the first room on the left. There was no furniture in the room, just a table, a few chairs, a teacup and a teapot on the table, and a hot water bottle on the cabinet next to it.

The man motioned for them to sit down, took the kettle, scalded the tea set, took a jar of tea from the cupboard, and began to make tea.

There is no printed brand pattern on the tea can, it is a bare tin can.

While making tea, the man said, "The loose tea on our side tastes okay." ”

"Thank you." Wu Ling thanked him.

The man didn't prepare that kind of kung fu tea, and when the tea was brewed, he poured a cup for each of the three people.

Wu Ling took a sip of tea and put down the teacup.

The DV was placed on the table, and the camera was positioned downward, only capturing the man's entire face and most of his body.

The man still had a cigarette in his mouth, he didn't drink tea, he sat a little crooked, and asked, "Did you find that young man last year?" ”

Wu Ling immediately answered, "Do you remember Mr. Dou?" ”

"Dou? I don't know what his name is. It's just a young man, taller than me, looking like a rich man, or an idler, who came to travel, and stayed here for three or five days. The man flicked the cigarette ash to the ground.

Mr. Dou said that he dreamed of a monk and asked him to send his head over. The content of the dream is so simple, but it lasts for a long time and appears with a high frequency. ”

"Oh."

"Is there anyone here who is in a similar situation?"

"Similar?" The man's expression was strange, "This is a ghost." How many people can hit ghosts? ”

"So, have any monks ever been killed here?"

"How is that possible!" The man laughed, "I told him that our small place is about to die, that's a big deal!" No matter what, you have to find the murderer and solve the case. ”

"Chances are, the monk's body wasn't found."

"It's even more unlikely. There is a temple on our side here, and there must be monks, and there are monks on our side. No monk has ever disappeared here. Monks are all registered, do you know? I have to go to the place where the religion is administered to register or something, and I have to conduct a census every year. Otherwise, there will be no salary. The man took a puff on his cigarette and said leisurely.

"So, are there any legends or homicides here?"

"Huh?" The man put down his cigarette and looked strangely at his side.

That position should be Wu Ling sitting.

"Legends? Ghost stories? The man asked.

"Yes." Wu Ling gave an affirmative answer.

The man's expression looked like he wanted to laugh, but slowly became serious and he started smoking again.

After a while, the man's hand trembled twice, and he directly crushed the cigarette man on the ground.

He exhaled the last puff of his cigarette and said, "There are no ghost stories, there is a murder case you are talking about...... It should have been at the end of the war, when the war had just ended, when the country had just been founded. We have two time-honored tea shops here, one is Tongren and the other is Wanfu. The two are in the same place and have always been in competition. During the war, the tea business was affected, and the men here were still conscripted into the army, and some volunteered to join the army, leaving a group of women and children, so there was no competition. When the men returned, it started again...... Later, I didn't know how to do it, and I didn't know who did it first, so the two families fought. Both families called people, and everyone went up together, and more and more people gathered. That's a brawl. One fight fell, seven or eight people died, and finally the police finally stopped them. But that's not the end of it. Among the dead people was the youngest son of the boss of the Tongren number. killed someone's son, and they will definitely not give up. On the night of the funeral of the youngest son of the boss of the Tongren, the warehouse of the Wanfu was set on fire, and the house of the owner of the Wanfu was also set on fire. However, the owner's family escaped, and the fire in the warehouse was extinguished. It was the owner of the Wanfu who had a daughter who was burned and disfigured. At the end of that year, he jumped into a well and died. ”

"What about their corpses?"

"It's long gone. Who knows. It was so many years ago, if it had been buried at that time, it would have been moved to the cemetery now. The man's tone became lazy again.

"Since the incident, there have been no supernatural phenomena?"

"You mean haunted?" The man raised his eyebrows, "It's all said that we're not haunted here, it's very peaceful." Otherwise, the incense in this temple will be a little stronger. As he spoke, the man squeezed his eyes and began to pull out his cigarette again.

"Do you have any other clues you can provide?" Wu Ling asked again.

The man scoffed, "Clues? It's said that it's not haunted, our side is very peaceful, where is the clue? ”

The camera moved.

There was the sound of a chair dragging around.

Wu Ling said, "Thank you for your answer just now. This is a small reward. ”

"Oh? You're very generous. Oh, that young man is rich. How much does he pay you? The man took the money, and without looking closely, he stuffed it into his pocket.

"If you still have something in mind, you can always contact us." Wu Ling didn't answer the man's words, and said something very businesslikely.

The people of Aoba leave the temple, and the picture changes to an outdoor street scene.

There was a clang, and the sound of a bolt sounded outside the screen.

"What do you think?" Liu Miao asked.

"Need to go to two tea shops. Crowd fights, many deaths, revenge and a suicide were involved, and it was not long after the end of the war...... "Wu Ling's voice was not loud, but it was very clear, she should be next to the DV, "So there are no ghosts yet, this place is really clean." ”

The video becomes a fast-forward playback.

The street view is just a skimming, but you can still see the general situation.

There are no ghosts, no yin energy, it is not prosperous, but it is also peaceful and quiet.

When it entered the normal playback speed, the screen stopped in front of an ancient building.

To be precise, it is a building with an antique building, and the imitation is not very fine, just like the ticket office made by a tourist attraction, with a little bit of flowers, so that the style of the ticket office and the ancient building behind it remain roughly the same style, look closely, it feels very fake.

The building's signboard is of the very fake kind—the font is arranged from left to right, and there is a plausible stamp in the lower right corner that has nothing to do with the name of the store.

The camera moved away from the signboard, moved down to the main entrance of the store, and after moving forward for some distance, it stopped and turned back to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling raised his head and frowned.

The camera flickered again, and it was aimed at the signboard.

"There's something wrong with this thing?" Liu Miao asked.

(End of chapter)