87_87057 The dead pay back, this is definitely a strange news in the world.

In the village where Bai Qi's hometown is located, there is a widely spread story in Shangping Village.

Legend has it that before the liberation, the old lady of the Li family, a large family in the village, suddenly died of a violent illness, and relatives and friends in the village rushed to the Li family to help and prepare for the white thing.

At that time, the old lady Li had been breathing for more than an hour, and the eldest son of the Li family accompanied several respected old people in the village to sit in the hall and talk.

The old lady's spiritual bed was placed in front of the altar table in the hall, and the deceased old lady Li lay peacefully on the spiritual bed, as if he was asleep.

Everyone was talking about how good Old Lady Li was when he was alive, and the corpse that was lying down suddenly sat up, pointed to the old man Bai who was sitting in the hall, and said to the eldest son: "Li Cheng, I still owe Lao Bai ten yuan of ocean miles, you must pay it back." ”

The eldest son of the Li family nodded dumbfoundedly, and the old lady Li lay down on the spiritual bed again and never got up again.

This incident has always been regarded as a good talk and has been circulated in Shangping Village for decades.

Bai Qi had heard this story at a very young age, because the old man Bai in that story was his grandfather.

After going to college, Bai Qi once wrote this story into an article called "The Dead Man Pays Back", which was published in the school publication, but today he wishes that he had never heard this story.

Because he also encountered the matter of the dead paying back.

Bai Qi has a friend who wears open crotch pants and grows up playing with pee and mud, named Li Andong.

Speaking of which, Li Andong is the great-grandson of Mrs. Li in that story.

The two families live not far away, the two have been in school and out of school together since childhood, and the relationship is very good, after graduating from high school, Li Andong enlisted in the army, and Bai Qi was admitted to an unsatisfactory university in the provincial capital.

Even though they are thousands of miles apart, the two often exchange letters and phone calls.

After graduating from Baiqi University, Li Andong also became a volunteer as he wished.

Three years ago, Li Andong's mother was seriously ill, and the family could not afford the treatment expenses, so Bai Qi worked for two years and sent more than 10,000 yuan from his meager salary to the Li family.

Bai Qi remembered that that day Li Andong put his arm around his shoulders and said that he would return the money to him within three years, he just smiled.

Half a year later, Li's mother had just recovered from illness and was discharged from the hospital, but the army sent a military merit medal, a first-class merit medal.

The most proud youngest son sacrificed the bad news on the front line of earthquake relief, so that the old couple of the Li family fell ill again, for this matter, Bai Qi took a week off and went back to his hometown to take care of the two old people.

A month ago, it was Li Andong's death day, Bai Qi burned a knife of paper money for this old friend downstairs, and when he went home, he drank half a catty of liquor and fell asleep.

That night he had a dream, in which he walked in a strange town that was dim and silent before dawn, and there was no one around, and just when he felt a chill welling up in his heart, Li Andong came up to him.

He gave Bai Qi a hard hug, and after that, he took his hand and said a lot of words of thanks, and finally he smiled and told Bai Qi that he had put more than 10,000 yuan owed to him in the old house of the Li family, in the bedroom where he lived when he was a child, and asked him to take it.

Waking up from the dream, Bai Qi couldn't help but feel sad, and at the same time he couldn't help laughing at himself, deep down in his heart, he still thought about the more than 10,000 yuan, and he never forgot it in his dreams.

The first time he had this dream, Bai Qi was sad with a hint of self-deprecation, and when he woke up from the same dream for the second time, he couldn't help but scratch his head a little, but when he woke up from the same dream for the third time, he felt a burst of creepy.

On the fourth day, when Bai Qi fell into the same dream again, he turned around and ran away desperately, but no matter how he escaped, he would eventually crash into the arms of Li Andong, who would hold him, grab him, say the same words of gratitude, and tell him that he must go to his old house to withdraw money.

Seeing Li Andong's familiar smiling face for the first time in a dream, Bai Qi felt sad and relieved. But when he saw the same smiling face four times in a row, he felt that there was an indescribable weirdness hidden in this smiling face, and it contained too much that he couldn't understand.

Frightened, Bai Qi went to see a psychiatrist, who told him that it was because he was under too much pressure at work and asked him to take a few days off.

He did so, but every night, as long as he was asleep, Li Andong would break into his dreams, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape Li Andong's creepy embrace, and at this time, even in his dreams, he had already realized that this was the arms of a dead man.

Bai Qi, who has always regarded himself as a materialist, went to temples, Taoist temples, and even churches, worshiped when he saw God, kowtowed and made wishes when he entered the temple, but things still did not get any better, and his cold hands would hold him tightly every night.

Bai Qi, who was physically and mentally exhausted and in a trance, caused several big losses to the company, so that he had to resign from this relatively smooth job.

Bai Qi, who had nowhere to go, could only go back to his hometown and return to his parents.

……

Early that morning, Bai Qi got up early and walked along the familiar path at the entrance of the courtyard towards a hillside.

He was going to see his old friend.

Looking at the path overgrown with weeds under his feet, it seemed that no one had walked for a long time, Bai Qi always felt as if he had forgotten something.

He was looking down and trying to remember, when suddenly someone slapped him, Bai Qi turned around, a familiar smiling face appeared in front of him, and Li Andong, who was dressed in military uniform, hugged his shoulders from behind.

Seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, Bai Qi was suddenly very happy, forgot about his thoughts, and hugged this friend who was closer than his own brother.

While talking, the two walked towards the hillside, Li Andong suddenly mentioned the more than 10,000 yuan he borrowed from Bai Qi three years ago, he pointed to the path and said: "The money is in my old house, on the desk in the bedroom where I lived when I was a child, you remember to take it." ”

Hearing this, Bai Qi vaguely felt a little familiar, but he was quickly attracted by another matter, and suddenly realized: "I just said that I seem to have forgotten something, and I only remembered when you said this, your family has already moved away, and I plan to go to the old house to find you." ”

Li Andong smiled, and suddenly sighed again.

Bai Qi asked with concern: "What's the matter, what's the matter, tell my brother." ”

Li Andong sighed again and said, "My girlfriend is getting married, and she is going to marry a policeman named Chen Wei." ”

Bai Qi put his arm around Li Andong's shoulders and asked, "What's wrong, you were dumped?" I said that your nerves are as thick as wires, why did you suddenly sigh, it turned out to be this. ”

Bai Qi patted Li Andong on the shoulder vigorously and said, "It's okay, it's okay, there is no grass at the end of the world, since she doesn't love you anymore, why do you think about her?" ”

Li Andong smiled bitterly: "The problem is that she still loves me." ”

Bai Qi asked, "Since you know that she still loves you, why don't you go to her?" What the hell is going on? ”

Li Andong suddenly showed a very strange smile, looked at Bai Qi and asked, "How can a dead person stop a living person?" ”

"Ah......h

At half past two in the morning, Bai Qi woke up in horror from this dream, which was not a nightmare.

The indescribable and weird smile made Bai Qi dare not close his eyes anymore, he fumbled for the lamp rope in a panic and pulled it down hard.

The lights came on, illuminating a slightly old and cold farmhouse bedroom.

The floor of the bedroom is uneven with mud, the lower part of the wall is pasted with old newspapers, the upper half is mottled with mud walls, and the roof is made of bamboo, through the gaps in the bamboo, you can faintly see the corn cobs stacked on the attic.

Bai Qi sat up with some difficulty, leaned on the head of the bed, looked up at the thick night outside the window, and looked away as if frightened.

There is no neon pollution at night in the mountain village, and it is as dark as ink.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door, and my father's old voice came in, "Qiwa, are you okay?" ”

"Dad, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare, you go to sleep."

Outside the door, Papa Bai's wrinkled swarthy face was full of sorrow, and his son's hoarse voice slid through his heart like a sharp knife.

Since his son came back, he has never had a good night's sleep, and he will be awakened by nightmares every night, and although the old couple is worried, there is nothing they can do.

If there was a mirror in front of Bai Qi at this time, he would have found it hard to believe that the miserable white fat man in the mirror with bloodshot eyes, blue and black eye bags, and a mouth full of artillery was himself.

Bai Qi is not tall, although he often claims to be 1.7 meters, but he is actually only 1.68 meters, coupled with his slightly chubby figure, he looks a little shorter than his actual height.

Although he can be regarded as fat and short, his delicate face, coupled with the warm smile on his face all the year round, makes him very charming, and he also caused a few love debts when he was in school.

Bai Qi's smile is gentle and full of confidence, just like his person, gentle, smart, thoughtful, and not chaotic, among friends, he always plays the role of a big brother and a dog-headed military advisor.

But now, all the cleverness and calmness of Yiqiē left him, and all that was left was a miserable white fat man huddled in the bed, full of panic and fear.

Bai Qi sat at the head of the bed with a numb expression, reached out and pulled over the crumpled coat, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, fumbled for one, and held it in his mouth.

His hands trembled, and he tried several times before he turned on a lighter and lit a cigarette.

Bai Qi leaned against the head of the unpainted stumpy pine bed, his legs curled up, his hands on his legs, his bloodshot eyes staring at the cigarette rising from his fingertips, the expression on his face was sometimes frightened, sometimes resentful, sometimes extremely hideous, like a trapped beast.

At this time, although it was the height of summer, the night in the mountain village was particularly cool, the mountain wind passed through the screen window, the Buddha passed over the face, and the refreshment was cold, but there were beads of sweat rolling down on the white head.

He just sat there, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

When he finished his cigarette, he stared at his fingers.

Outside the window, the occasional howl or two of wild beasts from the mountains would make him tremble.

As the night passed, a glimmer of light gradually shimmered through the screen window.

Looking at the glimmer of light outside the window, Bai Qi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, he put on his clothes and slowly slipped out of bed.

Pulling open the door, her mother was holding a stack of firewood from the yard into the hall, she glanced at Bai Qi worriedly, and said with a forced smile: "Get up, why don't you sleep more?" ”

Bai Qiran shook his head.

Mother smiled again: "If you don't want to sleep, forget it, Mom will make you breakfast, you can sit for a while." ”

Bai Qi shook his head, glanced up at the faint light outside the door, and nodded again.

The mother walked to the kitchen with Chai He in her arms, and the moment she looked down, her eyes were already shining with tears, and her son's haggard made her heart like a knife.

The father squatted in the doorway, smoking a cigarette, he glanced back at his son, sighed slightly, and fell silent again.

When Bai Qi just returned, his parents looked at him haggard and asked him what was wrong, and he prevaricated with the excuse of losing his job.

He did not dare to tell his family what had happened to him, for fear of bringing disaster to them, and since this happened, he has not been an atheist anymore.

Bai Qi walked out of the hall and sat down on a bench under the eaves, his bloodshot eyes staring at a path outside the courtyard that led to the hillside, and at the end of that path was the old mansion of the Li family.

The father looked at Bai Qi's red eyes, and the complicated expression on his face couldn't help but change, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, the father threw the butt of the cigarette away, turned and walked into the house.

He came to the kitchen and said to his mother: "I don't see that Qiwa's condition is wrong, it doesn't look like she is sick, I want to go to Xiaping Village and ask Mr. Bai to come and see." ”

Listening to her father's words, her mother's tears suddenly rolled down.

Mr. Bai Lao is the most famous Mr. Yin and Yang within a radius of 100 miles.

In the concept of mountain people, hitting evil spirits and fighting ghosts is ten times more terrible than being sick.

The father glanced at his mother, moved his lips, and finally said nothing, sighed heavily, and turned and walked out.

The father went back to the bedroom, changed into a new coat, took some money from the drawer, climbed up to the attic, took off a large piece of bacon, carried it with a wooden stick, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the hall.

The father glanced at the man sitting on the bench in a daze, staring at the outside of the yard, as if he had not seen his son at all, and sighed heavily, stomped his foot and walked out of the yard, and soon disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness.

The sun finally peeked out from the distant hills, and the golden morning light soon sprinkled all over the mountain village.

Bai Qi suddenly stood up and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

The mother, who had been paying attention to her son's movements, hurriedly ran out and shouted to him: "Qiwa, the meal will be ready soon, why are you going?" ”

Bai Qi turned a deaf ear and walked straight towards the hillside.

The worried mother hurriedly ran back to the kitchen, returned the firewood, ran out of the yard again, and followed her son.

The mountain road in front of Bai Qi's courtyard is the only road leading to the Li family's old house, and he doesn't know how many times he followed this road to find Li Andong when he was a child.

Seven or eight years ago, the Li family built a new homestead on the side of the main road in the village because they thought the old house was too remote.

Because most of the young people went out to work, the population of the village has been decreasing, and the old house of the Li family has been abandoned there.

Since the Li family moved out, this path has been rarely walked, and the road is overgrown with weeds.

On a summer morning, the sun was just peeking out, and the weeds were covered with dew, and the lower calves of Bai Qi were quickly soaked with dew, but he didn't seem to notice it.

The old house of the Li family is about a mile away from the Bai family, first a section of uphill road, over an earthen beam, and the old house appeared in front of Bai Qi's eyes.

The old mansion sits on a triangular terrace sandwiched between two low hills, and the early morning sun is just blocked by the low hills to the east, drawing a long shadow over the dilapidated mud tile houses.

The early morning sun cast a layer of bright golden light on every qiē in front of him, and this golden light set off the old mansion in the shadows with a terrifying appearance.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Qi, who was in a daze, was suddenly awakened by a cool breath rising from his back.

Bai Qi, who came to his senses, suddenly hesitated, he looked at the old mansion and the low mountain in a daze, and decided to wait for a while, and wait until the sun shone on the old mansion before going over.

Bai Qi's mother followed Bai Qi to climb the earthen beam, looking at her son as if staring at an enemy, staring at an old house, she couldn't help but be choked by fear, but she refused to leave, just called her son's name softly, but Bai Qi only had the old house in his eyes.

The morning sun rose quickly, and after just ten minutes, the shadow of the low mountain had receded to the side of the old house, and a ray of golden sunlight hung a hint of color on the gray old house.

When Bai Qi was about to lift his feet, a strong wind blew, and a dark cloud drifted in the sky, covering the sun again.

Looking at the old mansion that had fallen into the shadows again, Bai Qi let out a terrible howl of despair and fell to his knees.

Howl after howl, with despair, resentment, anger .......

Looking at her son who was howling like a trapped beast, Bai Qi's mother cried and called his name, but Bai Qi always turned a deaf ear.

Eventually, Bai Qi's howl turned into a roar of rage, and he scurried up from the ground and charged towards the old mansion in the shadows.

Bai Qi roared angrily, kicked open the locked broken door, rushed into the musty hall, and walked through the hall in a few steps, and came to a patent leather mottled ear door.

He raised his hand, paused, and then resolutely pushed the door open, and the scene inside the door made Bai Qi let out a sound like someone suddenly choking his throat.

The Li family's old house has been left unattended for a long time, the hall is filled with suffocating mold and dust, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of dust covered with mouse footprints.

But in this bedroom of Andon Lee, it is unusually tidy. The uneven dirt floor, without a trace of dust, seemed to have just been cleaned, the newspaper on the wall seemed to have just been changed, and not a single spider silk could be seen on the bamboo roof.

The bed was neatly made, the quilt was squarely folded, the desk at the head of the bed was spotless, and a small white-washed army green schoolbag leaned against the corner of the desk.

What frightened Bai Qi the most was that there was a neat stack of pink hundred-yuan bills in the center of the desk.

Bai Qi's hand holding the door frame trembled violently, and the already loose door frame clicked.

Bai Qi's haggard face, who was trembling all over, showed a crazy smile, which was the madness of extreme fear, and the excitement of being about to be liberated.

He slowly lifted his leg and stepped into the threshold......

When Bai Qi's mother panted and ran to the gate of the Li family's old house, she saw her son vaguely stepping into a black hole and disappeared. When she rushed into the hall and came to this door, there was nothing in it except for room one......

Bai Qi's mother rushed out of the old house crying, shouting the names of her husband and son.......