When I arrived at the cemetery in the western suburbs, it was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the driver stopped far away, I felt pain in my heart with a smile on my face and handed over a thousand, watching the driver accept the money with a smile while being afraid, and said that the two of us are slamming the door but want to be a big money, and the other is timid but running to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

What is providence to make people? This scenario is simply the standard answer.

"Master, if you wait here for me until four o'clock, I'll give you a thousand when I go back, okay?"

The driver didn't even think about it, and nodded his head like a punch card machine.

It's really rich to make the grinding ghost.

The night in the cemetery is as quiet as the dead - there is something wrong with this sentence, the cemetery is buried with dead people......

I hesitated for a moment in front of the closed iron gate, which was closed at night, except for a miserable white lamp hanging in the doorway, surrounded by tall grass, which reminded me of the divine joke on the Internet:

I have an old friend who hangs like you, and now the grave is grassy.

I don't know how the people in this cemetery designed it, but they really surrounded the cemetery with such a high grass, and they could only vaguely see the bamboo forest and the tombstones from the iron gate, and they could hear the murmuring of the surrounding rivers in their ears.

The complete absence of sound is not the most terrifying, this kind of listening to the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings is very delicate, but it makes me feel particularly crazy, for fear that someone will pat me on the shoulder in the next second, and when I turn around, I will see something that can only be found in nightmares.

Gritting his teeth, he began to climb the iron gate with his bare hands.

The moment I stepped on the first step, the iron door creaked and slid down, and I hung on the door like a monkey, and slowly opened the door into the cemetery.

In the afternoon, there was no such strong sense of fear, and in the middle of the night, I climbed up to the iron gate of the cemetery only to find that the door was not closed at all, and a very uncomfortable feeling instantly welled up in my stomach.

What is this, welcome to the Western Suburbs Cemetery?

I was in a daze, when I saw the man dressed as a sanitation worker during the day, holding a long-handled broom and a flashlight, gradually walking towards me.

It was a little cold at night, especially in the suburbs, and he wore an extra coat, which was also gray in color, dull and plain.

"It's midnight and the cemetery is closed." He looked at me for a moment, apparently recognizing that I had been there that afternoon. "Did you drop something in the cemetery?"

I nodded and jumped off the door.

"I've come looking for a cat, the one you picked up in the afternoon, the grass cat with black spots that looks like a cow. Dude, are you working here? ”

The man looked at me for a moment, then nodded, "I'm the grave keeper here." ”

He turned around, didn't look at me, and said in a flat tone, "Come with me." ”

I followed him through the cemetery, all the way felt very weird, in the middle of the night three watches, the grave on the grass, I came one after the other steps on the concrete floor to make a rustling sound, thinking that next to the tombstone, there are a lot of dead people buried in it, that feeling is really ...... Quite subtle.

Especially in the middle of the night, a slight layer of mist rose on the water's edge, and I always felt like a faint figure shaking, which made my heart beat a little nervously.

The grave keeper seemed to sense my nervousness, and spoke to me very gently.

"I grew up in this garden, and I have been fine for more than 20 years. Don't be afraid, it's not haunted. Even if you see a shadow, don't be afraid. ”

After a pause, he was probably still afraid that I would be afraid, and added, "It doesn't hurt." ”

After he finished speaking, I felt that the temperature around me was lower, my heart beat faster, and even those shadows were more humanoid......

The scale of this cemetery is not the largest, but the zoning is very clear, and there are two cemeteries. One is an earthy burial, where you can bring a coffin to be buried. The other place is to store the cremated ashes, and the things will be stored in the cubicle.

Both places are not big and there is not plenty of space, but they have been cleaned for a long time and kept very clean.

There are about seven cemeteries in Jiangcheng, two cemeteries in the western suburbs, one is a large public cemetery, and the one where I am is actually a private cemetery, the reputation is not loud, but the history is very long, as if it existed in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Originally, I didn't pay attention to these things, but since I did this business, I will know more or less the inside story.

This cemetery was originally the private land of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty, and the western suburbs at that time were originally villages, surrounded by mass graves, and it is said that during the war, it was even more stinking corpses, causing lonely ghosts and wild ghosts to wander here.

When this Zhanjia reached this generation, it was not rich and noble, but it was already rich and wealthy in the war years at that time, and the head of the family was a pair of brothers, leaving two maids, two housekeepers, and a housekeeper.

The two brothers of the Zhan family couldn't see this place as a place for throwing corpses, and they felt that the dead were respected, and they were discarded here in disheveled clothes, and they were piled up like a garbage dump, which was really inhumane. He contributed money and efforts to plan the private land and take care of it as a cemetery.

From cleaning the deceased, changing clothes, to burying in the ground, it takes a lot of time, energy and money, and showing the kindness of the family, and also folding paper money ingots for the deceased and burning them. Even if you encounter a corpse that has been piled up for a long time and has grown maggots, it is to be cremated as completely and meticulously as possible.

The two Zhanjia brothers did this business by themselves, which was a thankless job, and they also met the housekeeper who eloped with a maid and took away the money. As a last resort, the Zhan family dismissed the two family members, but the maid volunteered to stay, serving the daily life of the two young masters as usual, and helping to fold some ingots.

The kindness and kindness of the Zhan family have affected the villagers within a radius of 100 miles, and some people have helped them to make a living. People from other villages will also come to the door, even if Chong Zhan's family is outside, this cemetery is also impressive.

There is a little gossip among them, after the cemetery business of the Zhan family improved, the two young masters wanted to marry the maid who never gave up, and after the maid and the second young master were together, the eldest young master blessed the two of them and went abroad alone.

Later, with the passage of time, the reputation of the Zhan family gradually declined, but since then there have been people who have insisted on guarding the cemetery here. Later, after the war, the reform and opening up, the villagers moved to the city, and this whole small village was planned into a cemetery, which is the cemetery where I am now.

As for the reason why I know, it is because Lao Zhou of the funeral parlor has a relationship with this cemetery, and his ancestors moved out of the village back then, of course they know. It's not a secret that can't be seen, it's just that there are fewer people in the know. I occasionally chatted with Lao Zhou on WeChat, and gradually I got to know.

I was thinking about the history of the Zhan family that Lao Zhou said all the way, so I didn't speak, and the grave keeper saw that I was quiet, but he was not nervous, and he didn't talk to me anymore. Walking unhurriedly, about two cemeteries, he stopped in front of a private house.

The house was old and old, as eerie and dilapidated as a haunting. Out of human instinct, I don't want to go in.

"Here it is, the cat you mentioned is here."