Seeing that the old man's face became exactly the same as the paper figure, the corner of Zhao Huanshu's mouth twitched, but after the blink of an eye, the old man returned to normal.

At this moment, Wei Min opened the fire hydrant and quickly extinguished the flames of burning paper money in the garden, and the black paper ash and water mixed together and flowed in all directions.

"Uncle, what are you doing here!" Wei Min was so angry that he almost forgot that his uncle had Alzheimer's, and walked towards the old man with a posture of dragging him away: "Who will be responsible if it causes the fire!" ”

Then, Wei Min turned back to Zhao Huanshu and smiled: "Teacher Zhao, I will clean up here later, see if this matter can be ......"

Zhao Huanshu nodded, he knew what Wei Min wanted to say, after all, if this matter was known by the school leaders, Wei Min would probably lose his job, and the family he brought would set fire to the teaching building, not to mention the paper money for the dead people, what kind of words is this.

"Uncle, come, follow me back to the security room." Wei Min came to the old man with dull eyes and said in a gentle tone as much as he could.

"Every year there is a month and a half, and the living are made for the dead to see, and every year ......"

"Uncle, what do you say! Come back with me. ”

"There is a seventeen and a half ...... every year" The old man suddenly began to repeat this sentence expressionlessly, his voice was very low, and the old man's hoarse tone did not pause at all, and then, the old man laughed inexplicably: "Hehehe...... Hehehe...... There is a ...... every year" His voice was staccato and his voice seemed to be choked by something: "Woo uh...... Every year......"

"What the hell ......" Wei Min held back his anger again and grabbed the old man's hand: "Okay, uncle, come with me." ”

At this moment, the smiling old man slowly raised his trembling right hand and pointed behind Wei Min.

"What's ......" The moment Wei Min looked back and saw the scene behind him, his eyes widened suddenly, and he trembled all over his body and retreated continuously: the two half-human-tall paper figures were completely soaked, and most of the paper on their faces and bodies was damaged, and various paints were mixed together, which looked very uncomfortable.

The scalp is numb, in the paper with the paper man's face torn...... Half of a burnt human face was revealed!

The face was pitch black, the skin was charred and cracked, the red paint on the paper was mixed with it, dripping down like blood, and the lifeless eyes that stared at Wei Min suddenly moved.

"Ahh Wei Minwei screamed and pulled the old man to run, and he didn't care that the old man's legs and feet were knocked over.

Wei Min dragged his uncle in front of Zhao Huanshu, and his teeth chattered in fright: "Teacher Zhao, dead man!" The paper figure is wrapped in people who have been burned to death! Call the police, right, calm down, call the police! ”

"Hey! There are dead people in City No. 1 Middle School! Burn people! Wei Min shouted anxiously on the phone, and the old man who was caught by him stumbled to his feet, looking at the paper figure over there with dull eyes, and his face was expressionless.

Zhao Huanshu couldn't see the face of the paper man standing on the side, but from the broken place of the paper man, something like skin was indeed exposed, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone: the font color of the ghost list changed to light red.

Zhao Huanshu was about to go up and use the ghost list to exorcise ghosts, but was caught by the unwitting Wei Min: "What are you going to do, Mr. Zhao?" I've already called the police, you can help me send Uncle to the security room. ”

Zhao Huanshu hesitated for a while, and saw that the sky was gradually darkening, and in the empty garden, two paper figures stood there in a daze.

The yin ghost in the paper figure didn't seem to have any signs of making a move, if Zhao Huanshu passed now, it might cause Wei Min's unnecessary suspicion, so he held the mobile phone in one hand and cooperated with Wei Min to support the old man with the other, and slowly walked towards the security room while guarding the surroundings.

The old man, supported by the two of them, moved step by step with a cane.

Knock, knock, knock.

The old man walked with great difficulty, and with every step he took, the crutches in his hand touched the ground, and the sound he made echoed in the hall of the teaching building.

Knock, knock, knock.

The old man trembled on crutches, and was helped back to the security room by Zhao Huanshu and them, Wei Min drove the old man to sit on a chair to rest, and then about five minutes later, the sound of police cars outside the school gate came from far and near.

Four uniformed policemen strode over, asking Wei Min for details, and asked him to lead the way to the garden of the teaching building, Zhao Huanshu also followed, and the mobile phone was always pinched in his hand to prevent the yin ghost from attacking these people.

……

In the garden of the school building.

"Explain what's going on!" A policeman looked at Wei Min angrily: "Do you know what the consequences of reporting a false police report are!" ”

"Comrade policeman, I'm really not lying!" Wei Min was sweating profusely, looking at the two wet and torn paper figures: "I really saw dead people wrapped in the paper just now, why is it all paper ash now?" ”

"Don't explain, come with us." The police were too lazy to talk to Wei Min, so they took him away directly.

"Hey, comrade, wait, I didn't lie, hey! My uncle has Alzheimer's, he's still in the security room, I can't go with you! Wei Min was driven by two policemen and couldn't get out, and hurriedly shouted to Zhao Huanshu: "Teacher Zhao, please help me take care of my uncle, I'll go and explain to them clearly and come back!" ”

After Wei Min was taken away, one of the remaining policemen came to Zhao Huanshu and asked, "You, tell me about the situation just now." ”

"Comrade policeman, didn't you make it clear just now?" Zhao Huanshu glanced at his phone, and the font on the ghost list had changed back to black, indicating that the ghost had left, no wonder the paper man had recovered.

Zhao Huanshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said to the police without changing his face: "I am the teacher here, and I came to get the lesson plan, and then I saw the Alzheimer's uncle burning paper in the garden of the teaching building; At that time, I was so frightened that I didn't go over, it was the fire put out by Weimin, and I didn't see anything in the paper figure. ”

Zhao Huanshu said half-truthfully, and the police asked him a few more words before leaving, after all, there were no real dead people here, and it was not Zhao Huanshu who called the police.

But now Zhao Huan's head is big, and Wei Min is now suspected of reporting a false case, and he is estimated to be detained, and he won't be able to come back for a while, so what should his uncle do?

"Alas, why am I so unlucky!" Zhao Huanshu walked towards the security room helplessly, he couldn't leave a demented old man alone, right? When the police left just now, Zhao Huanshu asked how to deal with the old man, but the police asked him to help take care of it first, and the police station would contact the old man's family later.

Back in the security room, Zhao Huanshu saw the old man walking around with a cane, his steps were very heavy, and the crutches kept making a "knock" sound on the ground.

"Uncle, ......" Zhao Huanshu first helped the old man to sit down, wanting to see if he had a note in his pocket with family contact information: Generally, the elderly with dementia will carry something like that.

"What is this?" Then, Zhao Huanshu touched a strange thing in the pocket of the old man's chest.