I've fallen in many places, and the worst of them was when I hit the ground right on my back from the base of the wall. It made me hold my breath for a long time, so I learned the uncomfortable feeling. But this is the first time I have fallen down the stairs. Hu Zongren must have a lot more experience in this area than me, some time ago when he was handling a case for a woman with beautiful legs in a villa in a tea garden, Hu Zongren just fell once.

The incense ash is very light, and there is basically no feeling when it touches the body, but the eyes are different, as the saying goes, the eyes cannot contain half a grain of sand, indicating that the eyes are very sensitive. Moreover, the incinerated substance was originally chemical, which made my eyes obsessed with incense ash, and it became jerky and painful, even if I struggled to open my eyes in the process of falling, but I couldn't do it. But fortunately, Hu Zongren fell down before me, so when I fell downstairs, he was my backrest. The edges of the stairs were full of edges and corners, and in the process of this free rolling, my right eyebrow bone and shoulder were knocked on the top, and the eyebrow bone seemed to be broken, and when I bumped into Hu Zongren, he let out a muffled snort again.

I didn't have time to think about it at the moment, I grabbed Hu Zongren's clothes, although I closed my eyes and didn't know where to catch them, then I spit a mouthful of saliva in my palm, and then began to wipe my eyes. After a few strokes, mixed with saliva and irritated tears, I opened my eyes in a daze, but because I had been closed for a long time, when I opened my eyes, I found that my surroundings seemed to change color. So I struggled to get up and looked at Hu Zongren, who was holding his left armpit with his hands around him, his eyes were also closed, his eyes, nose and mouth were covered with incense ash, and his whole face looked dirty, much like an earthquake survivor who had just been found by firefighters from the rubble. I helped him up and asked him, where did you fall, how are you now, Hu Zongren shook his head, it seems that in addition to the pain, his consciousness is still relatively clear. So I dragged him hard towards the entrance of the hallway, and when I got to the light, I put him down.

I told Hu Zongren to wash his eyes with saliva first, so Hu Zongren soon opened his eyes in a daze. At this moment, I reached out and touched my shoulder and eyebrow bone, and sure enough, my eyebrow bone was bleeding because of the bump, although it was not very serious, it was just a skin injury, but it still had to be cleaned to stop the bleeding. So I took out a tissue, wiped it, and wiped it with my own saliva.

When I was a child, if I fell outside and broke my skin and bled out, my father taught me to apply it with his own saliva. Saliva seems to work in a way consistent with alcohol. At that time, my dad also told me, you see, in the animal world, when the little animals are injured, they lick their wounds with their tongues, and the reason is the same. So over the years I have almost developed a habit of cutting my finger when chopping vegetables, for example, I will stick my finger in my mouth and suck it. For example, if something sharp is cut on my arm, I will immediately apply saliva. I'm glad that I haven't contracted tetanus or rabies for so many years, maybe it has something to do with my own constitution, so my immunity is not bad.

Hu Zongren took a break, and then said to me in a faint voice accompanied by wheezing, it seems that the two of us underestimated these guys, and we shouldn't rush forward so rashly... Oops, my old waist... I reminded Hu Zongren, you are not a waist, but a rib. So he immediately changed his tune and said, "Oh my old ribs... I asked him, did you break it? He kneaded it a few times and said that it didn't break, but it hurt terribly. Of course I know this, when I was young, I spent some time with those ruffians, and they taught me a lot of fighting skills. They told me that to hit someone is to hit someone whose most vulnerable areas are often rarely used. The ribs under the armpit are one of them. It's basically covered with skin and bones, and it's located on the side of the body, so it's hard to guard against, so hitting it hard will make you feel a suffocating pain.

I walked to the top of the stairs and looked up, this floor was originally relatively high, and there were many stairs, falling from this top, I felt pain just thinking about it, but fortunately we closed our eyes just now, otherwise we would not have been scared to death. I took out the compass and measured it at the top of the staircase, and the pointer pointed straight to the top where we had burned the paper, and this fixed direction of pointing meant that the ghosts did not chase us after pushing us downstairs. So this also made me relatively relieved, I lit two cigarettes, handed one to Hu Zongren, I asked him, just now my eyes were fascinated, I heard the sound of you falling, what happened?

Hu Zongren exhaled a puff of cigarette and told me that after he sprinkled the incense ashes, he was ready to pounce on them and start drying, but from his point of view, he saw a hand that seemed to have scattered all the incense ashes. After his eyes were blurred with incense ash, he struggled to open his eyes a few times, and saw a gray thing like a cloud of fog hit him hard, and the place of impact was his armpit, and then there was a whirlwind of the sky, and then he went downstairs. I said to Hu Zongren, but shouldn't this be? It stands to reason that ghosts should be afraid of our incense ashes, not only are they not afraid, but they also use our things against us in turn, have you ever encountered such a situation before?

Hu Zongren shook his head and said, I have never encountered it, and the aggressiveness of the incense ash is not strong, but because of the special stickiness, it is very light, so it can stick to the ghost's body, forming a shadow that we can see with the naked eye. The gray shadow I saw later was probably a ghost with incense ashes on their bodies, but I really can't tell how they sprinkled us with incense ashes. I sat down next to Hu Zongren and patted the dust off my body, which had just fallen down and made me dirty. I asked Hu Zongren, what should we do now, we can't see them directly, and it's not easy to use incense ash, and just now our original intention was to catch them, but they detected them, which means that if we want to catch them again, it may be much more difficult. Hu Zongren said, that can't be helped, and I thought about it just now, this corridor is open up and down, you want to say that Mr. Yang's office and fresh food area can still do a certain amount of hands and feet to seal it, this place we can't stop others from letting others go in and out, right?

I thought about it for a while, so I put out the cigarette butt, used the black ash on the cigarette butt to draw a few small dressings on the nearest steps upstairs, and then threw away the cigarette butt and said to Hu Zongren, can you walk now? Hu Zongren nodded, then stood up and patted the dust on his body. I said, let's skip this step and go over there. Hu Zongren asked me where to go? I pointed in the direction of the residential area over there, and said that it was the location where the original Fujian employee burned paper.

Hu Zongren and I walked slowly in that direction, although we suffered hardships, but we were not seriously injured, but we walked more slowly. On the way, I threw away the tissues I had just used to stop the bleeding because there was no more blood. We crossed the gate of the storeroom on the first floor and continued to walk forward for about twenty meters, and we came to a Z-shaped corner, and the direction of the fort also turned along this Z-shape. As soon as I turned around, I saw a garbage heap full of all kinds of garbage. Behind the garbage heap was a half-broken stone table tennis table, next to the table was a relatively dry place, near the side of the flower bed, and there were some wax marks on the ground, so I guessed that the previous Fujian employee burned paper here.

I took a closer look at the terrain, and if I were standing in the wax position, I would have a front of the fort at the corner, but it was a little shorter on this side, and I could already see on the top of the fort, some old-fashioned buildings similar to the former unit staff room, with a small forest underneath, and the mud was high above the fort, and if it rained heavily, there was a danger of landslides. My left-hand side is also a staff room, about four or five floors high, with only one unit door entrance. The style of this building looks similar to the one on the fort, and it should have been built by the same company at the same time. The paint on the walls has been peeled, and a lot of it has fallen off, and the original white walls have turned into a beige-like color. There doesn't seem to be an elevator in the building, but a corner staircase, and at the top of each floor, there is a small railing half a person high, at least I think if I climb to the top floor and stick my head out of the railing, I can see where I am currently standing. The sides of the corridor are plastered with all kinds of psoriasis advertisements, and you can also see the small balconies built by the residents here, and the air-conditioning cases and flower pots are placed everywhere, which looks similar to my family's house in the factory more than ten years ago.

And not far from my right-hand side is the garbage heap just now, which should be the kind of household garbage of residents in this neighborhood every day, and then regularly collected and removed, because I saw a garbage bin with a hook, and this passage can be driven in, so there are a few cars parked under this building. I counted the residents on each floor of the building on the left, there were about four households on one floor, but two of them were facing the direction where we were currently located, so which employee was scolded for burning paper at that time, it must have been one of the 10 households on this side, but this range was still too large, so I discussed with Hu Zongren and decided that we would simply come and burn paper, even if we were scolded, we could at least find a chance to talk to nearby residents.