Xue Qian stood behind me and asked in a low voice: Lao Zhao, what is the situation? Is this kid a human or a ghost?

I said with some hesitation: It should be a human, I have never seen a ghost scatter paper money.

Xue Qian nodded: I think this kid also looks like a human. However, he was looking for his mother just now?

I hummed, quietly dragged him to the side of the road, and said: The old woman just now, I guess she is not a living person, as soon as I turn my head, she is gone, this kid should be her son.

Xue Qian peeked at the man who was throwing paper money, he was walking farther and farther. Xue Qian asked me: Is something wrong with their family?

I shook my head: I don't know. Alright, let's go back to sleep.

Xue Qian muttered: What are you kidding, can I sleep in your broken house?

But after all, the two of us went back to the grocery store and lay down on the two broken beds, staring at the dawn.

When the outside lights up and there are pedestrians on the street. Xue Qian breathed a long sigh of relief and said: I can finally sleep.

I also closed my eyes and silently muttered: yes, I can finally sleep.

Then I fell asleep.

This sleep is very unsound, and I have been half-asleep and half-awake. I always felt like something was walking around in the house, and when I opened my eyes, it was gone.

This tossing and turning did not end until mid-morning. I finally fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

I rubbed my eyes and stood up, walked outside the room, and sighed: it would be dark in a few hours, and it was the first time I felt that time had passed so quickly.

I was outside feeling the sunshine, when two aunts who were shopping for groceries walked over talking all the way.

I heard an old lady with curly hair say, "Strange don't you say?" She sewed it herself, oops, but it scared the hell out of me.

Another white-haired old lady said, "How can you seal it yourself?" You blow again. Eighty percent of it was her stupid son who did it.

The old lady with perm hair said: Don't make a fuss, I can't see who sewed it? The needle and thread are all in her own hands. How could her stupid son do this? Besides, he has been throwing paper money along the street for the past two days, and he has never returned home at all.

I listened to the conversation between the two old ladies, and it seemed to have something to do with the events of last night. I hurriedly ran over, stopped the two of them, and asked, "Two aunts, what are you talking about, what are you sewing?"

The perm aunt obviously likes to chase after the wind and gossip. She said, "Oh, young man, you don't know yet?" Something happened in our district. Haunted.

I tried to ignore her exaggerated expression and asked, "Well, what kind of haunting method is it?"

The perm aunt threw the food in her hand into her companion's hand, grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to have a look, let's talk while walking."

I thought to myself: I'm afraid this aunt is too idle at home. Finally caught a gossip person, and he didn't let go.

I shouted at the grocery store twice: Xue Qian, come out quickly, Xue Qian

The inside agreed, and then saw Xue Qian running out with a roll. He looked panicked and asked me, "What's wrong?"

I pointed to my aunt: Let's go to a place together.

Xue Qian wiped the sweat on her head: It turned out that you were going out, you scared me to death. I thought something was wrong, you called me like a soul.

My aunt walked us and told us what she had seen. As it turned out, I was right. She saw the old woman from last night.

According to my aunt, she heard that something had happened in our district when she was out exercising this morning. In line with the instinct of tending right and wrong and needing good materials, she trotted over.

The place where the accident occurred was at the junction of urban and rural areas, and there was a slum with a broken yard. In one of them, there was a spirit flag hanging at the door, and she naturally walked in.

There was a group of people around the courtyard, pointing at the morgue. Aunt also inquired about it.

The one who died was called Chen Xiaomei, an old lady in her seventies. His hands and feet are not dexterous, and he has raised a stupid son.

This old lady usually makes a living by picking up rags, and basically eats the last meal without the next. The neighbors around saw that they were pitiful and brought them some food from time to time. Later, I don't know who started first, and gave them the leftovers that I couldn't eat. This has led to a follow-up effect. A few months later, the mother and son had become almost buckets of swill for the surrounding residents.

What is rare is that they do not refuse to come, and the food is sent to eat first, and those who can't finish it are poured into the courtyard. So these two people have always had the rancid smell of swill.

On this day, the old woman went out to pick up garbage again, but was hit by a car and died. The car drove away, and no one has been found so far.

Everyone helped, and it was to buy longevity materials and paper-cutting money, the funeral shed was also erected, and the filial piety clothes were also done. But this stupid son doesn't know his mother anymore. It's not that this is fake. Look for the real thing. Carrying a basket of paper money all day long, looking for his mother while scattering, the cleaners around him hate him, and he hates him so much that the roots of his teeth itch.

As a result, the morgue was held for three days, and everyone discussed, otherwise they would bury the old woman first, and they couldn't keep it in this yard all the time. The stupid son didn't mind, but the neighbors around him felt panicked.

When I looked at it that morning, I was terrified. One of the old woman's legs had been crushed, with bones and flesh, and it was a rotten mess, but a little skin was barely connected. But on this day, her leg was sewn with needles and threads.

No one in this area has the courage to sew corpses at night, not to mention that this old woman is holding a needle in her hand and the remaining half of the thread. So now it's going viral everywhere that the old woman sewed her leg on. The next step is to find the driver to ask for his life.

When I heard this, I was silent. Xue Qian's eyes widened and she pulled me: Lao Zhao, this old woman, could it be the one we saw last night, right?

The aunt waved her hand: Impossible, the old woman was killed three days ago.

Xue Qian muttered: But didn't she come to us last night to buy needlework and thread?

When the aunt heard this, she suddenly became excited, her eyes lit up, she grabbed Xue Qian's hand and asked, "Did you see her last night?"

Xue Qian was taken aback by the eagerness of the aunt, and then nodded slowly: It may be the same person.

Aunt slapped her thigh: That's right, it seems to be really haunted.

As we spoke, we had reached the courtyard. It is indeed exactly the same as the aunt's description, there is a spirit flag hanging at the door, and the smell of swill is emanating from it.

My aunt didn't care about us anymore, and trotted in, and then I heard her voice talking excitedly: "Haunted, really haunted, someone saw this old woman buying needlework last night."

Xue Qian and I covered our noses and walked into the yard. I saw that there were weeds overgrown inside, and on top of the weeds, there were leftovers sprinkled with leftovers. A lot of flies gathered on it, and it was very dirty.

I parted the crowd and looked at the old woman lying in the mourning shed. sighed in my heart: sure enough, it was her.

At this time, someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder, and then a familiar voice said: Isn't this Brother Zhao? I'm looking for you everywhere.

I looked back and saw that it was the district leader.

I don't remember what his last name was, so I had to say with a smile on my face: Good leader.

He showed an extremely kind smile on his face: Whatever leader leads, I am a public servant of the people. Just call me Lao Wang.

Although he calls himself Lao Wang, he is absolutely not happy that I really call him that. When I didn't know what to do, the young man next to me said: This is our Secretary Wang.

I nodded and said with a smile: Secretary Wang is good. What do you want me to do?

Secretary Wang smiled: There are two things to look for you. First, I came to discuss with you about the Martyrs' Shrine. Second, you also saw that something strange happened in this family, didn't you do this? So I wanted you to take a look.

I thought to myself: fuck you, you're in this business.

What I thought in my heart did not reveal it, but smiled and said: Don't worry about the matter of the Martyrs' Shrine, I have done it. I'll give you the list when I go back, find someone to make a tablet, and just enshrine it. Then I pointed to the old woman lying on the spiritual bed, and said, "As for her." I just

I haven't spoken yet. The curly-haired aunt just now pulled a few people over, pointed at me and Xue Qian and said excitedly: It's the two of them. Last night, the ghost of the old woman went to their shop to buy needlework and thread.

Secretary Wang looked at me and Xue Qian in surprise: Really?

I sighed and nodded.

Secretary Wang looked stunned, he held his hand and hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively: Brother Zhao, what do you say?

I thought to myself: How do I know what to do?

At this time, I heard a few old people whispering: Chen Xiaomei is unwilling to die, so she is making trouble everywhere, let's be careful when we sleep at night.

I heard that. Secretary Wang also heard it. He asked hesitantly: Brother Zhao, could it be that Chen Xiaomei's unjust ghost really refuses to leave? Oh, how good is this, this kind of thing happened in the district, affecting the lives of the masses.

I thought to myself: it's true that it has affected your political performance.

Secretary Wang sighed there for a while, and suddenly said: Brother Zhao, if I remember correctly, you are a Taoist priest, right?

I waved my hand: I'm not, I'm not.

Secretary Wang frowned: Aren't you the apprentice of Mr. Lu?

I shook my head like a buleng drum: I have known Mr. Lu for less than two weeks. As I spoke, I scolded Mr. Lu in my heart, this old way is gone, and I will not be able to get rid of the ghost.

Secretary Wang sighed and said melancholy: It would be good if you were his apprentice. Let's help us see what's going on with Chen Xiaomei.

At this time, Xue Qian, who was beside me, suddenly said: Actually, Zhao Mang also knows something. Let's do it, find a few more people tonight, and we'll help you stay overnight to see if Chen Xiaomei has any unfulfilled wishes.

Secretary Wang was overjoyed and said repeatedly: Then it will trouble you two.

I looked at Xue Qian strangely: What kind of wind are you smoking? Isn't this taking the ghost on yourself?

Xue Qian waved her hand: Zhao Mang, haven't you seen it yet? Your room is not peaceful, and all the evil spirits come to you. Instead of me and you dealing with the imp tonight, it would be better to pull a few more people into the water, and it would be slightly better to have more people.

I thought about Xue Qian's words, and I had to nod. Mr. Lu once said that an empty house was not intended for people to live in. It seems that Chen Xiaomei appeared with me last night, not by chance.