What interrupted my memories was the knock on the door, which was three long and one short, and when I heard it, I knew that it was Zhou Yan's grandson.

I rubbed my face, dressed myself in three times, and walked out of the back room with a cigarette in my mouth.

"What for?" I frowned and opened the side door, and sure enough, who else could it be that it wasn't Zhou Yan outside?

When I took a closer look, I realized that Zhang Liguo was standing at the mouth of the alley and waving to me, as if to promote our revolutionary friendship.

"You better go and have a look" Zhou Yan asked me tentatively, his face was a little anxious: "Don't think that I went to make money for you, Xie Feng and their relationship with you I don't know anything, but this matter"

"Come in and say." I sighed, then beckoned to Zhang Liguo at the mouth of the alley, and smiled politely: "Uncle Zhang, come in and sit down." ”

The roller shutter of the hall was closed, and the paper figures were still placed on both sides.

Of course, it's not me who feels infiltrated, after all, I'm used to it.

"Why do you feel miserable as soon as you come in" Zhou Yan walked into the hall in a trembling voice, smiling awkwardly, trying to cover up the truth that he had coaxed.

"Sit." I pointed to the tea table in the hall and motioned for them to sit at the table and wait for me.

After the words fell, I turned around and went into the back room, took out half a jar of unfinished tea, and then washed it with the hot water left over from the hot water kettle last night, and made them two cups of authentic water

Overnight tea.

Zhang Liguo didn't pay attention to my small movements, but politely thanked me, raised the cup and drank it all, and sighed after drinking: "Good tea, the taste is very special." ”

"Brother Wood" Zhou Yan looked at me pitifully, but seeing that my heart was like iron, this grandson still drank the tea.

Zhou Yan, this kid usually likes to make trouble for me, and this time I can take the opportunity to disgust and disgust him, don't you kid have a habit of cleanliness? This cup of tea will be given to you for free.

"It's a problem." Zhang Liguo opened his mouth first and shook his head: "Luo Dahai's case hasn't been closed yet, but I didn't expect it to be out of the basket again." ”

I didn't interrupt him, just listened quietly.

"It's normal for you to care if Xie Feng is dead, but Lin Jia, they're our classmates, right?" Zhou Yan suddenly interjected.

Hearing this, I scratched my head, my face full of impatience: "What the hell is going on, let's be clear." ”

"Last night, Lin Jia, as well as her friends, all had nightmares without exception." Zhou Yan smiled bitterly: "The content of their nightmare is exactly the same, the place where they are in the dream is the Moutai Building, and they saw a woman, a woman in white clothes and scorched black. ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, so I'm here to find you." Zhou Yan frowned and said: "In the dream, the woman said that everyone who went to the Moutai Mansion would without exception."

I shrugged and picked up the conversation: "Die." ”

"How do you know the way?" Zhang Liguo was a little surprised, and I smiled: "It's an old line in the movie." ”

When Zhou Yan said this, I suddenly remembered what Xie Feng said last night, those rumors about Moutai Building.

The woman, the haunting, and that poem in the elevator.

"The thunder in the sky is evil, a thunder hit her chest, it's strange that Wang Xue came to beat you, which one called you to talk a lot."

I didn't analyze this poem thoroughly enough, but the rough meaning is that the grandson who talks a lot will be cleaned up by Wang Xue, and the first two sentences seem to be talking about the cause of Wang Xue's death.

It's not right, you were killed by lightning? How much of a taboo does this have to be to anger God?

"That's what you're looking for me?" I asked, Zhang Liguo nodded, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "You'd better go to Xie Feng's bedroom and have a look, maybe there will be clues." ”

"His bedroom?" I'm a little curious, there's a clue in Xie Feng's bedroom? Is the ghost still there?

"The walls of Xie Feng's bedroom are full of the words Wang Xue, and even the roots of the wall are all written, which is scary to look at." Zhou Yan's face was a little pale, probably frightened, and he lowered his voice and said, "We have checked those words, some are written with markers, and some are written with ballpoint pens." ”

I took out a box of blue and yellow (a kind of Huangguoshu brand cigarettes, commonly known as blue and yellow in Guiyang), took out two cigarettes from it and handed them to Zhou Yan and them, and I slowly lit one and smoked it.

"Give money?" I blinked.

"If we solve the case, we errand boys have bonuses, and I'll give you my bonus, okay?" Zhang Liguo said with a smile, he didn't care about my character of asking for money at all, but was very cooperative.

"How much?" I was curious, Zhang Liguo thought about it carefully: "Four or five thousand, this case involves a wide range of people, after all, the father of the deceased is our local wealthy businessman." ”

"Deal." I agreed, and took a hard puff of my cigarette: "You wait for me here, I'll clean up, and I'll solve this matter directly today, I don't like to procrastinate." ”

Zhou Yan stood up with me and said with a smile: "I went to put incense on the old man, and I haven't come to see him for a few days." ”

I nodded and didn't speak.

Walked into the back room with Zhou Yan, and I was familiar with it and tossed it up under the offering table, preparing the guy I was going to use today.

And Zhou Yan habitually took a stick of tribute incense on the offering table, lit it and bowed to the old man's black and white photo, and inserted the tribute incense into the incense altar: "Old man, Xiao Zhou has come to see you." ”

"Aren't you glad that Zhou Yujia didn't go last night?" I squatted on the ground and teased Zhou Yan.

Hearing my words, Zhou Yan didn't hesitate for a moment, and said very scaredly: "Inevitably, if you hadn't brought Yujia back, I guess I would have had a headache today." ”

Speaking of which, this group of people is also blamed for their death.

The yin souls that wander in the yang world, except for the first seven untouched souls.

The first is a lonely ghost who cannot be reincarnated, the second is a ghost who commits suicide and dies and is punished, and the third is an evil ghost who does not quench resentment.

These three are not good stubble, even if I walk around them, after all, people don't commit ghosts, ghosts don't offend people, how good is it for everyone to live in harmony? Why bother yourself?

But nowadays, some people are just idle, and you can often see some young people on the Internet saying that they are going to the grave mountain to explore, or to the murderous place to "explore the spirit".

Whether it is an expedition or a "soul search", what they want to satisfy is their curiosity, that is, they want to see the so-called ghosts.

Most of the ghosts are avoided, either abandoned real estate, or barren mountains and wilderness, in short, the place where ghosts live is not a place that normal people like to go.

If someone has to break in, it is idle to die.

These so-called adventure behaviors, in fact, are the same as our Yang people's private house, scaring and scaring you are light, and when you see that kind of bad temper, I estimate that I have to give them a ride.

Last night's incident was purely Xie Feng's own fault, now it's okay, Lin Jia and they are probably satisfied, not only have they seen enough, but the ghost also gave Xie Feng a ride for free, look at how professional this ghost is.

"What kind of cloth is this?" When Zhou Yan saw me standing up, he saw the black cloth I was holding in my hand, and saw the crooked white text on it, and the grandson was immediately stunned.

"Oracle? Clementi? Zhou Yan wanted to use his scholarly side to relieve himself of the embarrassment of being illiterate.

"This cloth is used to communicate with the ghosts, and the name of the cloth is Ghost Cloth." I smiled, "You don't understand these words, do you?" Stinky illiteracy. ”

According to legend, in ancient times, there was a strange person of an ethnic minority, named Lu Duogong, who was the ancestor of the Southwest Water Tribe. (Duo, duo second tone)

There is a profession in the Water Tribe called the Ghost Master, which is responsible for communicating with the ghosts and ghosts, and the first ghost master of the Water Tribe is none other than Lu Duogong.

Reality is different from movie novels, and there are not many ghosts who can really speak to people.

Most of the ghosts and ghosts can't speak, let alone communicate with people, people and ghosts have different paths, different paths, different types, and naturally different languages.

If ghosts and ghosts want to communicate with people, there are three ways: first, dreams, second, attaching to the human body and speaking through people's mouths, and third, communicating with people in the illusion created by others.

But none of the above three points can be done by the first seven untouched souls, and it is difficult to communicate with the souls.

Because of this, Lu Duogong created the Sui script.

(泐, le fourth tone, pronunciation with music, 睢, sui first tone, pronunciation with although, this is a polyphonic word, and the pronunciation of hui, but here it is pronounced sui.) )

This can be said to be a "great invention" in metaphysics, which can not only talk to living souls, but also to other evil spirits.

Not to mention a warlock, it is an ordinary person, as long as you learn the saki language, you can easily communicate with evil spirits and ghosts, and the convenience that this kind of writing brings to the younger generations is not a little bit.

Sometimes I wonder how this text was studied.

I also asked the old man this question, but he bluntly said that he didn't know, after all, some things have long been washed away by the torrent of history, and it is not something that we future generations can understand.

It stands to reason that the Sui script is the top secret of the water tribe, even in the water tribe, only the ghost master who has been passed down from generation to generation is proficient in this kind of writing, and the Sui classics are also hidden in the ghost master's house, and there is no possibility of flowing to the outside world at all.

But the old man and I can do this, and a very small number of people in the industry can do it, so is it.

In the fourth year of Wude (621 AD), a wandering Taoist named Ghost Suizi came to the southwest of this land.

This person belonged to the Zhengyi Sect, but the exact lineage of the teacher is not recorded in the book.

It is said that the ghost Suizi once heard that there was a minority in the vicinity of Juzhou who could communicate with ghosts, and this script was called Xisui script.

Only this kind of writing is available among these ethnic minorities, and if you want to see this kind of thing, you must go to the 100,000 mountains of Juzhou in person.

This time Ghost Suizi went to Juzhou, he didn't just want to see this kind of writing, but he wanted to learn this thing.

After all, there has never been a text that can communicate with ghosts, and this kind of thing is as attractive to ancient Taoist priests as aliens are to scientists.

(Juzhou is the ancient name of Guiyang.) ）

There is no detailed record of the process in the book, but it is said that Ghost Suizi stayed in the mountains near Juzhou for three years, and when he returned to Chang'an, he had almost understood the literature of Sui.

Since then, the text has been spread among some warlocks, although the ghost Suizi brought this thing back to the Daomen, but there are only a handful of people who really understand this thing.

There are 5,600 characters in the Si Sui script, and 1,600 have only been developed by modern philologists, let alone those warlocks.

There are always more things that have been lost than things that have been handed down, and the 5,600-word text of the Sui language, after so many years, the number of words that can be passed down is probably only 2,000.

In the Yi family inheritance, I have only learned more than 3,000 sirling texts, although it is not a "full text", but it is much better than those warlocks who are only in their early 1,000s.

In fact, there is not only one way to communicate with ghosts, but also disc fairies, cup fairies, and so on.

It's just that the disc fairy, the cup fairy, these things are not very reliable, and I really don't dare to compliment the accuracy.

For example, if you are asking Xie Feng, but the answer may not be another Yin Spirit, because the Disc Immortal and the Cup Immortal cannot choose the target of the question, as long as it is a nearby Yin Spirit, they will be summoned.

To put it in layman's terms, the Saucer Fairy Cup Fairy is like a microphone, and the surrounding ghosts are the guests who come to sing, and anyone can come to roar two sentences.

"Let's go." I said hello to them and put my backpack on my back.

After packing up the guys, Zhang Liguo drove me and Zhou Yan in a car and went straight to the Xie family's mansion.

Said to be a mansion, in fact, it is a villa area close to the suburbs, just outside the gate of Mercedes-Benz and "don't touch me" there are more than a dozen, I estimate that the Xie family's assets are probably no less than nine figures, otherwise the surname Xie can take down a villa area? Are you kidding?