I asked Hu Zongren, what do you think we should do now? Hu Zongren turned off the punching machine, thought about it and said, "The workers will come back and continue to work, and if we want to do something, it is estimated that we will have to wait until the evening." I looked at my watch and said it's only afternoon, and there are still a few hours before the end of work. Besides, the factory will have to work all night this night. Mr. Xia hurriedly said that if the matter could be solved in the evening, he could stop work for one night, but I am afraid that it would not be possible in the afternoon, because the matter would be halfway done, and it would be difficult to continue.

Hu Zongren thought for a while and said, then let's ask, let's ask first, to see if this female ghost is generally malicious or non-malicious, but considering that it injured a worker's hand before, I'm afraid it didn't have much good intentions, but it didn't kill people, I can't figure out what this is for. I nodded, thinking to myself that I might have to ask for the time being. So Hu Zongren walked to the door of the factory, squatted down at the place where the worker saw the short-haired female ghost the night before, and took out three stacks of paper money, which is the kind of paper money made of yellow straw paper.

The long money is three folds, but the short money has only a single page, which means "the old and the young". Long money means that future generations will continue to have by-laws, which is a beautiful vision, while short money is telling the deceased that you died young, had a short life, and lived too little. While many ghosts may not meet this condition when they die, it's an old rule. If we want to talk about the inheritance, it is precisely the paper money made of the Chinese papyrus paper and the gold and silver ingots that are folded that are what the deceased can receive after being burned to ashes, and those printed with US dollars and RMB are mostly just novelty objects and may not be received.

Since there is no way to know the identity of the short-haired female ghost, Hu Zongren can only pay homage to all the big ghosts and small ghosts around him, because most of the buildings here are from the eighties of the last century, and many people who used to live near here may no longer be alive, although I don't know if Lu Dao is also the same as this short-haired female ghost who remains in the world and refuses to leave, but since there is no blame, even if Hu Zongren and I are 10 times more capable than now, we can't find them.

Among Hu Zongren's three stacks of money paper, there are two stacks of long money and one stack of short money, the short money is in the middle, and the long money is placed on both sides, and the three stacks of money paper are arranged like the "Chuan" of a Chinese character. Then Hu Zongren took out a three-hanging coin, not so much a three-hanging coin, but actually only three copper coins, and the copper coins were connected to each other with red ropes. Hu Zongren pressed the three coins on three stacks of coins, and then lit incense candles and tilted them in the direction of the money, so that the dripping wax and incense ash could fall on the money. Hu Zongren told me that this was done because in addition to the incense and candles designated for the deceased, money paper and copper coins must establish a connection with the deceased through these things, which can be regarded as a kind of spiritual conjuring.

When the first drop of wax oil drops, Hu Zongren begins to close his eyes and recite the mantra, and at this moment one of the candles and the incense on that side begin to burn faster than the other side, which usually indicates that it is coming. I pinched the red rope in my hand, and asked Mr. Xia to stand on the side of the statue of Zhong Kui and not come over, and the compass in the other hand was still holding the compass, because the position I was standing in was between many machines, so there would be some interference in the compass, but soon there was a obviously different reaction on the compass, I was standing in the room, which meant that something had come in, and it was near me.

Since this period of time, there have been new cases one after another, and every time there will be some situations that I did not expect, since I was on the bar with Hu Zongren and Xuanyuan Club, I feel that it is still a little different from when I handled the case alone before, I used to feel that this work was easy, but my heart would be devastated, because you will continue to replace yourself with other people's misery. When I was with Hu Zongren, this feeling was obviously much weaker, because in the final analysis, these cases were all because of Hu Zongren, and he was the real person who was destined to be with those owners. However, since these days, the strangeness of things has been something we did not expect before, and there must be a place that can be called "strange" in the twenty-four strange cases. So when I saw the compass in my hand suddenly shake, I might have been obviously nervous before, but now it is relatively flat, because I know that if I can't fight this ghost, then no matter how well prepared I am, I will never be able to fight, but fortunately, the little gangsters of my level, those powerful and fierce, will not have the opportunity to see and understand.

From the compass, there was something that wandered around me for a few seconds and then left, and I didn't know the direction of leaving, but I was sure that it wouldn't be the corner where Mr. Xia was standing. Soon I heard a whining sound in my ears, not loud, much like the sound of a robot stretching its arm in those sci-fi movies when I used to watch movies. I followed the sound and looked for it, only to realize that it was the printing press that had failed before that started again.

Before the workers left, Mr. Xia made sure that the machine was labeled as "faulty", that is, it must have been unplugged. So I immediately went around to the back of the machine to look for it, and found the power supply along the wire, just like Mr. Xia's initial description, the power supply was only half plugged in. In fact, I haven't figured out what is for the dragon every time is only half plugged in, until I saw the jack I understood that the socket is with a leakage protection device, since there is this device, it proves that such a high-power machine in the use of this kind of power supply, there is a possibility of leakage. Although I don't understand English, judging from the pattern on the socket cover, it is reminding the operator to pinch the completely insulated part of the wire body or wear electrician's gloves or the like, and only plug it in, indicating that this ghost is afraid of being electrocuted, since it knows that it is afraid, it proves that it is not completely in a trance. If it weren't completely chaotic, either the short-haired woman had just died and hadn't had much time to do, or she was carrying a strong resentment.

Of course, I don't want the latter one, because every time I unravel a grudge, I'm already in the midst of it. Soon the printing press began to roll up the paper on the paper tube, probably adjusting its position, and then began to slide back and forth from side to side, and the paper was spit out little by little, and a painting appeared on it, the content of the painting was almost the same as the one that Mr. Xia showed us in the office before, but there was a difference in careful identification. In this way, this painting and the previous one should not be a photograph, but a fragment of the mind, the female ghost manipulated the machine and printed this fragment of herself, and it can only do so for one purpose, to convey some kind of information.

Only a few rows of the picture were printed, and the machine stopped on its own. I can't see that the second monk is confused, because although I like beautiful legs, but if you want me to look at such a picture with only the lower body and Erlang's legs, I really can't guess. At this moment, all the other machines in the factory suddenly fell silent, and this sudden silence made people feel very uneasy, and then I heard a "Bang!" in my ears. Boom! Boom! The sound echoed in the factory, looking at the expressions of Hu Zongren and Mr. Xia, they also heard this sound.

Mr. Xia said in a panic, no... That's right, it's the same voice, and the sound of going upstairs that night I heard in my office was exactly the same as this one. Because of the echo, I couldn't tell which direction the sound came from, and just as I was looking around, the glass on the window in the corner of the factory suddenly shattered and collapsed, which was the same window where Mr. Xia had seen the short-haired female ghost in the reflection before.

This is a very bad sign, because Hu Zongren and I know that if a ghost wants you to see it, it is generally fearless, which means that although it can't fight us, it is not necessarily afraid of us. And if a ghost doesn't show up, and keeps giving you some inexplicable pieces of information for you to piece together, or even breaking the glass during this time, it often means that it is a little unhappy, and no one can say how unhappy it is.

I hurriedly looked down at the compass, the speed of rotation was a little stronger than before, which confirmed my suspicion, for the sake of safety I said to Hu Zongren and Mr. Xia, I think we should not stay here for the time being, Hu Zongren drew a talisman and pasted it on the back of the machine, let's leave first, and come back in the evening. At night, ghosts are more likely to be forced to show up, and because everyone is resting, we are not obsessed with doing things in this corner.

After Hu Zongren scolded a dirty word, he kicked the incense candle paper money in front of him to the side, looking like Lao Tzu was not waiting, and then drew a talisman and pasted a talisman, and then turned around and followed us out of the factory, on the way I told Mr. Xia, if you can, it is best to let your workers not come back today, it will not be long before the end of work, delay it a little, it is better than let the workers get injured. Mr. Xia agreed with me, so he called the workers one by one as he walked and told them not to come back, and then we found an American fast food restaurant nearby where we could sit all day with just a glass of Coke, and waited for it to get dark.

At about 9 p.m. we left the restaurant and found a roadside stall to eat grilled fish, just squandering our time just to get a little later when there were fewer pedestrians on the road and fewer people on the old street. It was close to half past eleven, and Mr. Xia was always with us, and of course he paid for the money. Then we walked towards the factory. The lights on the trail were white at night, and the brightest color was now so dim. Standing at the mouth of the trail, we looked around for a while, and saw that there were hardly any people passing by, so we walked down.

From the trail to the gate of the factory, it is almost a bit inclined but almost a straight line, about nearly 50 meters, after walking to half the distance from the factory, Hu Zongren suddenly stretched out his hand to stop me, his eyes staring at the direction of the factory, which means that you both don't move. I looked at his serious expression and followed his gaze, although there was a white street lamp hanging on the wall on the outer wall of the factory, it was still dim at a distance, and I only vaguely saw a black shadow squatting in the position where Mr. Xia was standing when he saw the reflection before. It's sneaky, it's sneaky.

"You're blocking me...", I immediately thought of what Mr. Xia told me about the female ghost.