Preface:

I hesitated for a long time before typing the keyboard to write this story.

Many of the things in this story are not easy to explain, let alone explained by science, and since they do not conform to the current "scientific view", then this story can easily be criticized as a big poisonous weed that promotes superstition.

But after thinking about it, I still want to tell the story, maybe it's a wake-up call for some people.

Nowadays, many metaphysical novels have a part of changing one's life against the sky, and I have read a lot of articles about this kind of thing, most of which are about setting up a formation or opening an altar to make a method, and you can change it by looking for a treasure.

These things are too misleading to the public.

Over time, many people feel that it seems easy to change their lives against the sky, especially those so-called Mr. Yin and Yang, changing their lives is as simple as eating a light meal, and renewing their lives is even more convenient.

But if you think about it carefully, Zhuge Liang's ability is big enough, right?

Since Zhuge Liang followed Liu Bei, he put a total of "three fires", these "three fires" can burn his longevity almost, and finally the curse of heaven is coming, and he is terminally ill, Zhuge Liang can only renew his life in the form of changing his life against the sky.

On the day after the seven-star lantern burned to its peak, it seemed that the act of renewing his life was about to be completed, but who knew that Wei Yan accidentally broke into the military tent and extinguished the seven-star lantern, causing Zhuge Liang to finally die in Wuzhangyuan.

It can be seen that the number of lives is determined by heaven, and against the sky is against one's own life.

The story I am talking about is definitely not fantasy enough, nor is it enough of swords and swords, and it is not obscene enough, there is only reality in the story.

Remember, the sky has eyes, and life is determined in a few days, but do good deeds, don't ask about the future.

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Chapter I

My surname is Yi, a single name and a Lin character, except for the relatively rare surname, I don't seem to have other characteristics.

Like ordinary college students, I went to the talent market to find my Bole just after graduation, but I found out at that time that the so-called college diploma was not even useful, and it was difficult to get a job that suited me.

Without work experience, in the eyes of those "Bole" who smoke and chat, you are definitely not a thousand horses, at best a grass and mud horse.

Of course, this was two years ago, and 2007 is different.

My monthly income is close to the 800 mark, and sometimes even if I am lucky, it is easy to earn a small 1,000.

The reason for this is very simple, not because I found Bole, but because I inherited the old man's wreath shop.

Actually, I think the blossom wreath shop is like being a civil servant.

It's just that one is fooling people, and the other is fooling ghosts.

Although the opportunity to fool ghosts is relatively small, to be honest, fooling ghosts is a highly profitable job.

For example, last time, a middle-aged boss with a big belly came to buy sacrifices, saying that his old man was more fond of military things, and asked me if I had any paper ties that I could recommend.

The first element of being a wreath shop owner is that the customer asks you if you have it, and you have to say yes, and even if you don't, you have to drag the customer down first, and then fool him into buying something else.

After some deception from me, he insisted that the technology of the underworld was also improving, and bought back the tank that I had been idle in high school and folded with yellow paper, which cost four hundred and eighty-eight.

I thought everything was supposed to go on like this, but I was obviously wrong.

God is a merciless man who is keen on slapping people, and whenever you think you have guessed right, he will first give you a slap in the face and then say, "Grandson, you guessed wrong." ”

July 7, 2007.

The sun is a little outrageously big, although Guiyang is known as a forest city, and the summer is not too hot, but the dazzling sunlight makes people feel quite uncomfortable, I lie down in front of the wreath shop counter and change several positions, the same sleep is not stable.

I don't know if the filial piety of people is less now, or whether it is cost-effective to burn the dead than to buy a cigarette for the living.

With the overwhelming coverage of the newspaper on the rise in pork prices, prices skyrocketed. The small amount of money I made was now even worse for me.

Yesterday I was able to eat rice bowls, but I guess I will only be able to eat egg fried rice tonight, and another day

"Old man, if I sell the wreath shop, will you crawl out from below and strangle me?" I tilted my head to the side helplessly and looked at the black-and-white photograph on the cupboard.

Three months ago, the old man was still alive, and three months later, I felt like I was about to sleep on the street.

The old man in the photo is still the same, his thin face is slightly vicissitudes, and his smiling eyes always give people a sense of kindness.

Looking at the familiar faces on the black-and-white photos, my eyes involuntarily became a little sour, and the scene of the old man who took me from Xiangxi to Guiyang ten years ago suddenly came to mind.

I remember very well that day, in the dim carriage, the old man was shaking his head with a dry tobacco stick, looking extremely depressed, while I was standing to the side with a blank face, constantly pulling at the old man's clothes.

At that time, my eyes kept looking out of the car window, looking at this piece of land where I had lived for fifteen years, and I said that I wanted to go back, I didn't want to leave Xiangxi, but the old man pretended not to hear.

"That thing was accidentally bumped into by me, we must go, or we will die!" The old man smiled bitterly and lit the dry tobacco, and took a puff with his mouth, his face full of fear: "The things in that cave are not something that we ordinary people can fight."

After the old man finished reading this sentence, no matter how much I asked the reason for fleeing, the old man would not say whether he was alive or dead.

Now that the old man is gone, he has directly brought this secret that I have always wanted to know into the grave.

"You're very tight-mouthed." I shook my head with a wry smile and didn't continue to remember, and sat up with a yawn, my head propped up with my hands on my head, and watched the crowd of people coming and going outside the store in boredom.

My mind was quickly calculating the cost of water, electricity, and food, and it seemed that the price increase of pork had also led to an increase in the price of other things.

Time flies by at times like these, and by the time I came to my senses, it was getting dark outside.

I lit a cigarette, cleaned up the store furnishings, and was about to close the door, when a familiar shout suddenly sounded outside the store.

"Wood! Eat and go! ”

turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Yan's local tyrant.

"I'll go if you have a treat." I'm very direct, because I seem to have two hundred left in my pocket.

Zhou Yan is a local tyrant, but he is a local tyrant who belongs to the iron rooster, and he has a fight with me in this aspect of wealth fans, as soon as he heard that he was going to have a treat, Zhou Yan's face immediately became embarrassed: "Talking about money hurts feelings." ”

"Talking about feelings hurts money, and if you don't invite me, you'll close the door." I glanced at him, and the corners of Zhou Yan's eyes twitched as soon as he lied, and seeing his current expression, he definitely had something to hide from me.

"I want to consult you about something" Zhou Yan grinned: "Yi Lin, you are our metaphysical expert in Guiyang." ”

"Stop." I waved my hand, and when I heard the word metaphysics, I really wanted to smoke him, but I didn't show him any mercy outside the words: "My metaphysical expert is nicknamed God Stick, and my grandson Zhou Yan teased me a lot when he was in college, and he closed the door and didn't send it." ”

When I was in college, an unexpected argument caused Zhou Yan to put the hat of a god stick on me.

It was a debate in a psychology class.

The teacher's question is whether ghosts exist, in order to demonstrate the difference between materialism and idealism, and my luck in drawing lots that day was too bad, and I drew Party B, and Zhou Yan was Party A.

At that time, Zhou Yan ridiculed me in every way, and even shouted out the nickname of feudal superstition propagator to me, so you can imagine how angry I was when I heard it.

When a person's temper comes up, their brains are not very clear, and this was the case with me at that time.

When I spoke, I just told what I saw in Xiangxi when I was a child, including the old man also had a lot of scenes in my mouth, Zhou Yan could refute it at first, but later he really had nothing to refute, so he could only let the teacher come to the rescue.

The feudal superstition of the big poisonous weed, the god stick, these two nicknames were completely integrated into my two years after college.

"Hurry up, I'm annoyed when I see you, don't force me to cut you with a kitchen knife." I frowned and cursed.

Zhou Yan cheekily walked over and grabbed me, and smiled: "I'm in for a treat!" Let's go! ”

"Okay, the seafood restaurant on Baoshan North Road." My heart jumped, there must be a demon when things go wrong, this kid looks at me so flatteringly, there must be something to ask me.

When I ask for someone, I am a grandson, and when I am begged, I am an uncle, this is the idea that the old man often instilled in me.

Because of this, I didn't save face for Zhou Yan, and slaughtered him straightforwardly.

The seafood restaurant eats less than eight hundred, which is enough for this iron rooster to hurt for a while.

Zhou Yan's expression froze at first, and then he squeezed out a smile at me, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Good seafood restaurant"

Seriously, I never expected Zhou Yan to be able to make a splash on me.

When I arrived at the seafood restaurant, I asked for a private room with a frugal mentality, and I ordered a few plates of common and people-friendly seafood without ordering expensive food.

Two plates of oysters, a plate of abalone, and a plate of sea cucumbers, I originally wanted to order a plate of lobster for Zhou Yan to increase face, but seeing his expression of wanting to cry, I still relented.

"Tell me about something." I ate the food with my head down, pulled the plate containing the abalone in front of me, and stuffed the food into my mouth with a bow left and right: "Time is precious, hurry up." ”

Zhou Yan hesitated for a while, with a rare wry smile on his face, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to me, while he lit a cigarette and smoked: "Doesn't your old man often say that he is a Taoist priest?" ”

My expression froze for a moment, and I immediately muttered in my heart.

The old man's mouth started running the train again? Taoist? Isn't he afraid that Master Zu will smoke him?

"When did he tell you?" I asked.

"Last year, when I was celebrating the New Year, I went to your house to pay New Year's greetings, and then the old man drank too much" Zhou Yan spread his hands.

I sighed helplessly, hesitated, and asked, "What exactly do you want to consult?" ”

"The bureau received a case last night." Zhou Yan's smoking speed gradually accelerated, and he didn't speak for a while, and when the cigarette butt was about to ignite to the cigarette holder, Zhou Yan shook his head with a wry smile: "Troublesome case." ”

As Zhou Yan spoke, my face became more and more ugly, and I only felt a chill rise up my spine.

According to Zhou Yan, at around 10 o'clock last night, he received a call from the bureau, saying that there was a homicide case in the Dongfeng community and asked him to do an on-site autopsy.

Zhou Yan became a forensic doctor after graduating from university, and he has been a forensic doctor for two years, and he has seen no more than fifty or thirty dead people, but he has really never seen such an evil corpse.

The deceased was a middle-aged man named Luo Dahai, 45 years old this year, and his occupation was an ordinary company white-collar worker.

This is an ordinary middle-aged man, but no one would have thought that such an ordinary person would die in a way that is not ordinary at all.

When Zhou Yan arrived at the scene and saw the corpse, he almost didn't vomit.

The deceased's abdomen had been completely dissected, and his left and right hands were in his stomach, and both hands were clenching his intestines and not letting go

"It's disgusting." Zhou Yan couldn't help but scold, his face turned pale and lit another cigarette, and he smoked fiercely: "The deceased has no signs of being killed by outsiders, he died in his own study, and the house has also been investigated, and there is no trace of outsiders invading at all." ”

"Doesn't the movie always say that you want to check some fingerprints or something, and don't you all find out that it's a high-tech crime in the end?" I asked.

"The people in the bureau said that the cause of death could not be determined for the time being, but" Zhou Yan shook his head: "I'm afraid the cause of death of that person is not that simple, and the abdominal wound is not a fatal place." ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately choked on the cigarette in my mouth, and asked with a smile: "The intestines are all clutched, and it is not a fatal place?" ”

"." Zhou Yan scolded, and then lowered his voice again: "I examined the deceased with my teacher and found that the cause of his death was not excessive blood loss caused by an abdominal wound, but suffocation. ”

In Zhou Yan's explanation to me, there are three types of medical asphyxia.

The first is mechanical asphyxia, that is, breathing disorders caused by mechanical action, such as hanging hanging, or being strangled by others, which belong to mechanical asphyxia, which is a type of suffocation that is easy to judge, because most of the head and neck of the corpse will have some scars.

The second type is toxic asphyxiation, such as carbon monoxide poisoning, which leads to a lack of oxygen to internal tissues, which eventually leads to death.

The latter is pathological asphyxia, such as drowning, pneumonia, or lack of oxygen in the air, which are pathological asphyxia.

Zhou Yan and his teacher did a hemoglobin test on the deceased, and also did a temporary examination of the body, and then they made an astonishing discovery.

The deceased did not die of excessive blood loss from a wound in the abdomen, but of suffocation.

Luo Dahai's corpse was no different from an ordinary corpse, but his lips were excessively purple, his eyelids were bleeding, the corpse spots appeared earlier than those of ordinary corpses, his face was swollen, and his teeth were bleeding.

These phenomena, combined with the results of hemoglobin tests, all pointed to asphyxiation.

"Died so miserably or suffocated?" I also became curious, and asked, "Did you find the results of the investigation after the last investigation?" ”

"Investigate a fart." Zhou Yan's body trembled a little, his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and there was fear in his eyes: "We originally planned to take the corpse to the morgue of the bureau to continue the examination, but at that time we found out that the corpse couldn't be moved at all!" ”