After spitting out the cigarette, the man said, "Call your father's name with me in a moment." ”

The son held the dead man's hand tightly, and he was almost stupid and trembling.

The man ignored him, and knelt in front of the three incense sticks very reverently, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. The atmosphere in the carriage was very eerie, and the light bulbs that emitted a faint light "hissed la-la-la" softly. The son looked at his father's corpse, pale and stiff, with a grim smile on his face.

There are many people who have heart disease and have a smile-like expression on their face when they die. This expression appeared on the face of the corpse, and it looked very terrifying.

He didn't dare to let go of his hand, so he could only resign himself to fate.

The man stood up, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Brother Peng's temples, and shouted softly, "Peng Liang! ”

The son also shouted: "Peng Liang." ”

The man nodded, "Go on." When to call it back, when to count. ”

The shouts of the two came and went: "Peng Liang ~~ Peng Liang ~~"

The corpse truck made its way through the city at night, out of the city, along the dark road, straight to the crematorium.

"Later, hehe" Brother Peng smiled and pointed to himself: "You all saw the ending, I came back to life." ”

Li Damin and I looked at each other, and always felt that this experience was uneventful. Maybe if you are not the person concerned, you can't understand the horror of holding a dead man's hand to summon a soul on such a gloomy and silent night.

Li Damin said: "Then after you wake up, do you really plan to give him half of the company's shares?" ”

Brother Peng played with chopsticks, poked the rotten eggplant on the plate, and laughed at himself: "What can you do if you don't give it to him." One of my lives is worth half a company. Do you know the story of the kitchen knife man? ”

I said I didn't know, and Li Damin smiled faintly: "There is a kind of kitchen knife man in the countryside who specializes in selling kitchen knives. Their rules for selling kitchen knives are rather peculiar, they don't charge you for kitchen knives first, but when some kind of prophecy comes true in the future, he will come to collect the kitchen knife money on credit. For example, when he sells knives, he will say that he will come to collect money when the corn is a dollar and a pound. After a few years, if the corn is a dollar, he will collect money from door to door. ”

I was amazed: "What if you don't give it to him, or if the family moves away?" ”

"Since the kitchen knife man can predict so accurately, he must have the means to know where you are, and he can always find the creditor to get the money back. But in this story, I've never heard of what happens to the knife money on credit, and it's pretty miserable to think about. Li Damin said.

Brother Peng nodded: "Let's not say that that person is my life-saving benefactor, and it is only natural to give him money." Let's just say that this person is very capable, summoning spirits, and doing the work of Lord Yama. Who would dare to owe him money?! And then kill me silently? ”

We all nodded, and that's what we said. After all, money is something outside the body, and there is hope in life.

Li Damin asked about the whereabouts of that person again, and was going to pay a visit. Brother Peng shook his head: "This person is very mysterious and always refuses to reveal the details. However, when I handled the share settlement, I looked at his identity certificate, his name is Ma Danlong, he is not from this city, and his home address is in Henan. Masters act and hide their traces, and there is no need to get to the bottom of it. ”

Ma Danlong...... Li Damin wrote the name on a piece of paper.

"And where are we going to find him?" He asked.

Brother Peng looked at us, hesitated, and wrote an address: "No matter how much help, I can't help." I just want to remind you, don't sell me no matter what happens. ”

Li Damin looked at him and smiled: "No problem, no matter what happens, even if I die, you don't have to bear the responsibility." ”

Bidding farewell to Brother Peng, Li Damin and I returned to his house. This kid's family is quite rich, and he rented a two-bedroom apartment, which is our activity base. The bedroom at home is huge, but the bed is small, just a single bed. Li Damin and I never talked about women, and he didn't have any girlfriends, so he was all focused on studying all kinds of strange phenomena. In addition to the bed, there is a clean computer desk, a stylish Apple notebook, a Japanese desk lamp, and a notebook under the lamp, which is densely recorded with his feelings at any time.

The most noteworthy thing is that the wall in the bedroom is pasted with all kinds of newspaper clippings, printed materials, pictures, and texts, one by one, laying a whole wall. However, it looks cluttered rather than cluttered, but it can make people feel the urge to study something.

He made me a cup of coffee and we sat down to talk.

First of all, he asked me a question: "Lao Liu, do you think there is no underworld in this world?" ”

I racked my brains and said carefully, "Then it depends on how to define the concept of the underworld." ”

Li Damin tapped his fingers on the tabletop to assist in thinking, and said slowly: "Hades, my definition is the place where the undead go after a person dies. ”

"And in what form do the undead exist?" I say.

"That's another question, don't go off-topic."

"No, I just think it's a very connected issue. The form of existence of the undead also determines the state of the underworld. If the undead are really our legendary spirits, then how did they get to the underworld? In other words, do the channels and methods of entry comply with certain rules? ”

"You're thinking wildly." Li Damin took a sip of coffee: "There are three main points here. One is the source of infection, the revenant, what form it is. The second is the medium, that is, the channels and ways for the souls of the dead to enter the underworld, as well as the rules in it. The third is the underworld, what kind of world it is, and what kind of laws it follows. ”

"We don't know any of these questions. However, there are many descriptions of hell and hell in Chinese and foreign history. For example, Dante's "Divine Comedy", Korean painter's "Hell Picture", Chinese legends of Meng Po Soup, Huangquan Road and so on. The information is readily available and can be referred to. ”

"So, you believe in the existence of Hades?" Li Damin asked.

"To be honest, I don't know what to do. But I believe in the universal law of the immortality of matter, and the soul is also matter, and it will always go where it wants to go, or in some way enter the cycle of reincarnation, the material cycle. ”

"Then do you believe what Brother Peng said about the underworld?"

I pondered: "I don't think there's any point in discussing whether what he said is true or not. ”

"Oh?" Li Damin smiled: "How do you say it?" ”

"Because we can't verify it at all, unless you're dead. Hehe, it's an endless loop, a paradox that can never be solved. ”

But there are many accounts of those who have died coming back to life to describe hell and hell. What sees the light, sees the angels, and the fragments of a lifetime are quickly replayed or something. ”

"And did they end up dying?"

"Of course I'm not dead, how can I describe it when I'm dead."

"That's it. How can you be sure that people like them who are fake dead see the same scene as people who are really dead? ”

Li Damin hesitated, and suddenly smiled: "It's a little interesting." ”

"I know that there is a near-death illusion in medicine, which means that when this person is going to die, he can see some visions. But it is not known whether these visions were real or whether death triggered his subconscious. ”

"After talking for a long time, do you believe that there is a hell of a world?" He frowned.

"I am a staunch materialist." I laughed.

Li Damin put down the coffee cup: "Did you find anything wrong with Brother Peng?" ”

He suddenly changed the subject, and my mind couldn't keep up, so I thought about it and said, "Sort of." I can't say that energy, he gives people a bit of an old fritter, a little treacherous. Businessmen, it's all like that. ”

Li Damin shook his head vigorously and slowly: "Lao Liu, do you think this will be the sequelae of the underworld?" ”

I was shocked: "What are you talking about?" ”

"I have a bit of a ghost in him." He stood up and walked around twice: "Let's not discuss whether there is a netherworld or not, just assume that such a place does exist, otherwise there is no point in talking about anything else." Do people who have come back from the underworld have the breath of that place on their bodies? ”

"People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts?" I swallowed.

As he was talking, suddenly there was a thunderclap outside the window, and it was getting late, and there were signs of a storm. Li Damin came to the window, looked out, looked at the night view of the city, and suddenly turned his head: "Lao Liu, the weather is not good at night, you should go back." ”

I'm a little unhappy, it's not like I haven't lived here, such a good friend, knowing that it's going to rain in a bad day, he still pushed me out. An unhappy expression hung on my face, and Li Damin was a little helpless: "Old Liu......" He picked up the interview book and looked at it and said, "I don't need you for the rest." I'll run it myself. Thank you for being with me today. ”

I almost ran away when I heard it, and I don't need to do the rest? I was working for nothing, and when I was about to uncover the mystery, he kicked me.

"What do you mean?" I questioned him.

Li Damin's expression was a little lonely: "I really don't need you." Well, I'll write a research report when I understand it. I'm thinking about you, you've just joined the job, don't be like me all day long, it's not good to take leave all the time, and I can't wait for the weekend to investigate for you. ”

It makes sense for him to say this, I'm not like him, I'm a rich second generation, and it's hard to find a job, and there is still the possibility of firing squid if I work hard, not to mention asking for leave all day.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Although the truth is understood, my heart is still panicked.

When I walked out of the community, the heavy rain had come, I braved the rain and finally took a taxi home, took a hot shower and lay on the bed, recalling what happened today, thinking about the underworld described by Brother Peng, groggy and I don't know when I fell asleep, and had a nightmare.

The next few days were normal working hours, with the occasional overtime from 8 to 5, and gradually forgetting all about it. Occasionally, when I think about it, it's just a joke.

It was the weekend, and I finally asked the goddess to go to dinner, and I was about to use some offensive to hit her mountain, and the text message came on my mobile phone, which was a very unfamiliar number, and it was not registered in my mobile phone.

I glanced at it, and I thought it was a garbage advertisement, but after reading it, I realized that it was not ordinary.

The text message reads: Hello Mr. Liu, I don't know if I am free in the evening, I want to ask you for dinner. Seeing this, I laughed, what a spam text message. Look down further: I am Peng Liang's son, and a man surnamed Li found me a few days ago. He said if you can't find him for anything, you can let me contact you.

I was taken aback, and quickly called back, and it was a very young voice on the phone: "Mr. Liu, let's talk about it at dinner in the evening, things are a little complicated." ”

"Where are you, I don't need you to ask, I invite you." I said out loud.

We made an appointment to eat, I quickly quit the goddess's date, the goddess didn't say anything, hung up the phone, I knew that there would be no drama in the future.

If there's no drama, there's no drama. I took a taxi to my appointment.

Peng Liang's son actually asked me to go to a rice noodle shop near their school. Although it was autumn, it was still quite hot at night, and a few tented seats were set up outside the rice noodle shop, and I saw a very good-looking boy staring blankly into the distance.

Intuitively, I think that person is Peng Liang's son.

I took out my phone and dialed back, and sure enough, he answered. I strode over and stretched out my hand: "Hello, I'm the old Liu you're looking for." ”

He was really still a child, obviously not very comfortable with this kind of more adult etiquette, his face turned red, and he stood up and shook hands: "Hello, hello, I'm Peng Gang." ”

We were relatively seated, and the evening was breezy and quiet, but it was a good place to talk about things.

I clapped my hands and made a familiar gesture: "What do you want to eat?" I invite you. Let's talk while eating. ”

"Hehe, okay, then you're welcome." He smiled: "Their Chongqing rice noodles are very authentic, and our school classmates often come to eat them, so you can try them too." ”

"Okay, then two portions of rice noodles." I called the hostess and ordered a few more side dishes.

I looked at him face to face, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and I coughed twice: "What do you call it?" ”

"Peng Gang."

"You said Li Damin looked for you?"

"Well, yes. He's your friend, he's very powerful, hehe, I didn't want to deal with him. He seems to know psychology, and he speaks very demagogically, and in a few words let me follow his train of thought. ”

This is true, Li Damin, this kid is very backbone, he is confident and confident in his work and speech, and he has the momentum of a superior.

"What is he looking for you for?" I asked.

He first told me how he interviewed my dad that day, and then asked me if I was hiding some details. I was very upset at the time, I didn't hide it from him, so I didn't want to deal with him. But the next sentence he said to my heart, he asked me, don't you realize that your father is different from before. ”