Mr. Liang's eyes blinked a few times. I said, "You have been lying to me again and again, and you have been lying to me from the very beginning. I told you to tell the truth, but you just won't. Doing that kind of thing with Xiaoping can be explained as a shame for you, but why do you dare to hide the offerings from the cemetery for a long time? Mr. Liang's hands were trembling, and I said, "You don't believe in ghosts and gods, and you are bold, but after stealing the offerings, you have encountered so many strange things, and you can still hold on until now, I also admire it." How long do you want to hide it? ”

Mr. Leung was speechless when asked, even though I knew he couldn't speak. Even if he could, he would probably have to pretend to be dumb. Father Liang stood beside him, looking at a loss. I turned around and asked him, "Uncle, you should have known about your son stealing offerings home from the cemetery mountain, it seems that father and son often enjoy offerings together, right?" ”

"This ...... I...... We ......" Father Liang couldn't say a whole sentence. I told him that if he didn't tell me the truth, he would leave your son to fend for himself, and now he was beaten by a ghost in a dream and lost his teeth, but it was not that simple. Even if he quit his job now, it would be useless, and the ghost would keep pestering him until the ghost thought he was angry.

As soon as I finished speaking, Liang's father was trembling and wanted to kneel down for me, I quickly helped him up, Mr. Liang was lying on the bed, his breathing was heavier, he propped up his upper body, opened his mouth and spit out a few words. But I couldn't hear it at all. I waved my hand to signal him to lie down, but Liang's father spoke very poor Mandarin and could barely understand it. He said, "Mr. Tian, you can't see death without help, please help my son." He's a good guy! ”

I laughed: "Working in a cemetery and stealing offerings from the families of the deceased all day long, is this also considered a good person?" ”

Liang's father shed tears: "He didn't mean it, there were a lot of offerings in the cemetery mountain, and in the end they all rotted and it was a waste, so he was also kind!" ”

I reluctantly told him that there are two uses for the offerings to the dead: one is that the family members use them at home to make offerings to the deceased's spiritual seat, and after the worship ceremony, they are distributed to the family members to eat, which is called "food offerings" or "food offerings", and the family members who eat the offerings will be blessed by the deceased; The second type is the offerings placed in front of the cemetery by the family of the deceased, which are specially given to the deceased, and many of the offerings decay quickly, indicating that they have been enjoyed by the deceased. All your son stole are such stranger's offerings, it is estimated that there are not thousands, but so many dead people are watching their families send offerings in the underworld, but they are stolen by him, do you think people can not be angry? It's too late to get angry now.

"What then?" Father Liang held my hand tightly, "Boss Tian, you must help him, I only have this one son!" "I look at Mr. Liang's appearance, and it's quite pitiful. I asked him about the process and details of stealing the offerings.

Liang's father said: "It also started more than half a year ago, he worked in the Chai Wan cemetery for four or five years, and he never thought of this before. Later, on a night watch, he saw an offering apple in front of a tombstone that was not stacked properly, and one of them rolled out. And he put it in his pocket. When I got back to the office, I was thirsty, so I ate the apple. Later, I heard from a colleague that the apples were very large and imported from Japan, and he told me that it was no wonder they were so delicious, and that they had never eaten them before. Later, when he was sweeping the road, he took a few fruits and kept them for the supper when he was on duty that night. Later, from fruits to pastries, as well as roast meat and other foods, he would also take them to the office to eat. Sometimes, when he saw that his wealthier family members would buy foreign wine, he would steal a bottle and go home and give it to me......"

Seeing this bottle of foreign wine, Liang's father was not very happy, people of the older generation like him were more superstitious, although his son was bold and did not believe in evil since he was a child. But he strongly objected to this act of stealing wine from the cemetery and scolded his son. But the wine has been taken home, and Liang's father likes to drink again, because his family is poor, he has never drunk slightly more expensive wine in his life, so he drank this bottle of Jack Daniel's.

After that, Mr. Liang felt that there was nothing, and one day he brought back a bottle of Lafite. Liang's father knew that this wine was worth tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, and asked how it came from. Mr. Leung proudly said that some family members of the deceased placed a lot of offerings in a row of family graves. Among them is this bottle of Lafite. Liang's father was very scared and asked what to do next time the family came to worship and saw that the wine was gone, and Mr. Liang said that it didn't matter, and after drinking it, he poured in the pomegranate juice mixed with soy sauce and put it back in its place.

Now that he had taken it back, Liang's father had no choice but to continue to drink it. He rarely drinks good wine, and now that he encounters high-end wine, he knows that good wine does have a good reason, and then he drinks the ordinary wine he usually buys, and he can't drink it anymore. One day at dinner, Mr. Liang saw that his father poured a glass of white wine but didn't drink it much, and knew that he was still nostalgic for good wine, so two days later, he deliberately paid attention to the offerings when sweeping the road in the middle of the night, and got two bottles of good wine back. One bottle is domestic Moutai and the other is whiskey.

There are two and three, and Liang's father is also a frog boiled in warm water, and no one paid attention to Mr. Liang when he saw him pouring apple juice or pomegranate juice into the bottle of good wine and putting it back in its place. Gradually, he relaxed. And those offerings such as fruits and pastries will rot sooner or later after a long time, and the cemetery will be cleaned regularly, so naturally no one pays attention to it.

Later, some family members of the deceased found that all the offerings that had been placed for a few days were gone, so they approached the person in charge of the cemetery. Mr. Liang said next to him that the deceased must have enjoyed it, and the family of the deceased actually believed it.

After Mr. Liang stole something, he walked out of the gate of the cemetery hill and stored it behind a large rock in a nearby grove, and no one found it at all. The next day, I went home from shift. He went to the grove to pick up the goods and then drove home, which was really foolproof.

I was very strange, so I asked Mr. Liang, "When you and Ah Wen were on night together, you went out to steal offerings." Arwen occasionally watches the surveillance footage, right? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by him? ”

Mr. Liang, who was lying on the bed, looked at his father and explained that his father also knew about it. Sure enough, Liang's father told me the truth.

Mr. Leung's process of stealing the offerings is very simple, and when he is on night duty, he will make a picture with nine surveillance screens in advance. Put on the screen, Arwen likes to play game consoles, and usually doesn't use the monitoring computer at all, even if he looks at it occasionally, the picture is completely still. And Mr. Liang took the opportunity to go out to inspect and steal offerings by the way.

Knowing the truth, I sighed a few times and thought to myself, how can I always meet such people who don't tell the truth? There used to be the second couple Fan Lao who loved dogs, and now it is the Liang family, which makes me hate customers who have done something wrong and dare not admit it. Father Liang asked anxiously, "Boss Tian, is there any way to do that?" ”

I took out the necklace of the five poisonous oils and shook it beside Mr. Liang, the color was almost black, only a little gray. Father Liang and Mr. Liang didn't understand, and they both looked at me suspiciously. "This is a yin oil specially used to detect yin qi, which is originally transparent, and the darker the color, the heavier the yin qi. See for yourselves what color it is. I threw the necklace on Mr. Liang's chest, and Liang's father hurriedly walked over to look at it, and Mr. Liang also bowed his head. Watch hard. Seeing that the color of the oil was already like ink, Liang's father couldn't believe it, so he picked up the pendant from his son's chest and walked out of the bedroom to the living room.

I thought to myself that these five poisonous oils are rare, even Fang Gang's ring has been lost, don't break this for me again. Just as he was about to get up and go out, Liang's father held the necklace of five poisonous oils in both hands, entered the bedroom again, and put the necklace on Mr. Liang's chest again. Looking at the change in oil, Liang's father trembled. Tears rolled down again. I put the necklace on and told Father Liang that I would either go to Thailand to find a mage to cast a spell, or invite the mage from Thailand to Hong Kong, which would be more expensive. But in the case of Mr. Liang. It happened in the cemetery, and in order to cast the spell, it had to be in the cemetery hill in Chai Wan to appease the anger of the yin spirits who had been stolen.

"That'...... How much does it cost? Father Liang asked tremblingly. I walked out of the bedroom, sat on the old sofa in the living room, took out my phone and prepared to text Fang Gang and Lao Xie. Inquire about the cost of coming to Hong Kong to cast spells.

Seeing so many fruits, pastries and wine piled up on the ground, I felt an indescribable disgust. stole hundreds of offerings from the dead, and was able to eat and drink so peacefully, I have to admire the mentality of Liang's father and son, especially Mr. Liang, who really has to touch three handfuls of dead people.