The fire was blazing, burning mahjong machines, burning decent chairs, and burning the corpses of gamblers.

During the Chinese New Year, the villagers slaughter pigs and chickens, and then use the fine hairs on the surface of the dried thorn family barbecue that have been prepared for a long time, and the air is filled with such a smell, the pseudo-romanticism will say "it stinks", and the realists will praise it, even saying "it smells good".

Oh, whether it's a dead person, a dead pig or a dead chicken, it's all made up of substance, and when grilled over a fire, it always emits the same smell.

The poor ghost was anxious, but curious, so he kept watching, sniffing, comparing, and thinking.

When I was in the sun, I had seen roast pigs and chickens, but I had never seen barbecuing and incinerating human corpses - I heard that the most burning part of the human body was the bone-heavy head, and the least burning part was the stomach and hips - look left and right, and it was true.

Fire, the ordinary and magical fire, is the most loyal cleaner and the most cruel destroyer.

The poor ghost was a little more afraid of the fire than ever before, and he felt dizzy and dazzled like never before, and wanted to stay away, and it was like jumping into the incomparably beautiful spark to take a bath.

The flames danced, licked, and swallowed, burning down the hollow brick casino, which looked like a tomb, and reduced the crude, crudely wooden house that sold small bits and pieces, to ashes.

Finally, after finding that there was nothing to burn, the special personnel in charge of the incineration work poured water three times with water sprinklers and found that there was no longer a spark and it was impossible to cause a fire, so they took out three sprayers and meticulously sprayed the pungent liquid three times before they packed up the debris and left the village.

Before leaving, Mi Kang, the head of the police station, held up a particularly striking big belly, and warned the onlookers with a blue face: "No one can approach this scene, and they must not rummage through the contents of it, otherwise they will bear the consequences." As for all the losses caused by the distribution and incineration, and the cost of burial after five days, the government will subsidize and help, so there is no need to worry about it and talk about it. ”

The villagers were silent, and those who were originally a little unconvinced also became calm.

Even if you want to make a few innocuous jokes to show off, look at the police uniform, look at the pistol and electric baton on the waist, and then look at the faces like creditors and late mothers, you can suppress yourself and dare not have too many naughty impulses.

As soon as the police were gone, the poor ghost breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted an old song that he was accustomed to roaring in the sun: "When spring returns to the earth—wait—"

The poor ghost never sings a complete song, but there are too many songs, and he will always sing a sentence and a half, and he will sing it well, even if he is drunk and dreaming, he will not sing it wrong, and there will be no timidity. And those parts that he can't sing, he will pretend to be arrogant and disdainful and cough, making people mistakenly think that he doesn't know how to sing, but has serious things to do, and he is impatient to sing anymore.

As soon as the poor ghost's singing voice, which only he thought was beautiful, disappeared, he heard a series of painful chirps—

A fat and honest middle-aged woman was humming, pressing her chest with one hand, and trying to caress her back with the other hand, but she didn't get her wish, as if she was squeezed by some heavy object, desperately trying to break free, it seemed extremely uncomfortable, and it was hard to breathe.

Last night she got up to go to the toilet to relieve her hands, and suddenly felt something hit her front chest and back at the same time, and she felt a little breathless, because it was not serious, it was not a good thing. After dawn, when I learned that my husband had died tragically, I cut off the chicken and cut open my belly and stuffed mahjong into it, so I was heartbroken and forgot about my discomfort. And when the police came and went, the discomfort turned into a sharp squeezing and grinding pain.

The poor ghost could see at a glance that this was a vicious, brazen woman, and at a glance, he could also see at a glance that this was a symptom of being hit by a stone mill thrown by a stone mill.

"Your husband is dead, let you live a lonely life!

The figure of the poor ghost fluttered, and spit on the woman's face, and the woman immediately felt a coolness, as if she had been drenched by the spring rain, and the pain disappeared suddenly, and she looked at the patient who was humming next to her with surprise and joy.

This change surprised the poor ghost for a moment, and he thought to himself: "My saliva is also a panacea, which can heal the pain caused by evil spirits, and it can be used with caution in the future, and it can no longer be disposed of as waste." If you're lucky to be a shameless poisonous woman, I'll let you go!"

Next to him, a middle-aged man with a sturdy body, thick bones, and a slightly bald forehead, clasped his hands around his neck, stuck out his tongue and kept looking upward, constantly making "oh" sounds, as if his neck was wrapped around an indescribable rope, and he was pulling upwards to hang him.

He was the husband of the female boss who died in the mahjong hall, and he got up early in the morning to see the dealer in the middle of the village, and found that his wife and several gamblers were dead in the hall, so he called the police.

The discomfort in his neck was also produced at night - after an unprecedented continuous ghost cry in the village, he felt uneasy and couldn't sleep, and then got up and walked out of the courtyard gate to see his wife who was guarding the hall, and after not walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a sudden pain in his neck, and then he felt a feeling of suffocation, so he returned to the courtyard and drank a scoop of cold water, and went back to sleep, only to think that he had drunk too much spirits.

When it was dawn, he didn't think it was serious, he couldn't think of crying bitterly, and he was reluctant and helpless to watch his wife being swallowed by the raging flames, and in a trance, the pain and suffocation came sharply, so he struggled and hummed.

The villagers who had no special symptoms thought that he was overly sad, and they all approached in disgrace, wanting to support and comfort, but thinking of the virus and the like, they were afraid that they would lose their lives, so they could only express that they could not help, and sighed in fear and retreated.

"Alas, people hurt ghosts and ghosts, ghosts harm everyone, and everyone is pitiful!" the poor ghost grunted, floated closer, and blew hard at the man's neck, "Damn hanged ghost, you don't have the ability to kill people immediately, let Lao Tzu clean up the mess, really!"

The middle-aged man's uncomfortable feeling disappeared, squatting down, still stroking his neck, feeling that he had a nightmare, after a while, his brain cleared up, and he thought hatefully: "This rotten woman will die if she dies, so as not to continue to cuckold Lao Tzu - in order to open a casino to solicit customers, I don't know how many rotten mongrel men have done pig and dog things behind Lao Tzu's back." Alas, the evil anger in Lao Tzu's heart has been endured to the end! Lao Tzu is not too old, and with the 300,000 yuan left by that rotten mother-in-law, he can buy a young woman as his wife, and he can live happily for several years. ”

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's grief swept away and he walked away radiantly.