For his request, I have to agree to it in all respects.

Chen Ping'an wrote an address, and I was secretly surprised after reading it. It turned out that Xu Jianan's home was the nest of the gambling den that day.

His family lives in a residential neighborhood in the west of the county.

After work the next day, I took a car and bought two pieces of paper at the store at the entrance of the community. This old building complex looks like it is old, and the outer wall skin of the building wall is peeling, revealing the dull gray of the inner wall. Walking into the building, old debris is piled up on both sides of the corridor, and there is a miasma of smoke.

According to the address, his family lived on the fifth floor. As soon as I arrived at the staircase, I saw a fruit bowl, four plates and eight bowls of offerings on the ground, and the yellow burning paper was folded into three stacks and pressed with a small copper incense burner. Three long red incense sticks are lit in the incense burner.

The corridor was pitch black, the sensor light was broken, and I was in a hurry, so I almost didn't step on it. Looking at these things, my heart is very sick. The residents of the building who went up and down carefully avoided it, and their faces were full of disgust.

The method of folding and pressing three stacks of paper is the rule in our hometown. If a person has just died, he has to put it on this way, which is said to be bribing the imp to buy the road.

Anyway, this family is a little immoral enough, and the dead man's confessions are all placed in the corridor.

There are three households living on this floor, Xu Jianan's home is on the right hand side of the corridor, and the door is open at this time, and there are bursts of loud mourning music coming from inside, which are looped over and over again. It's disgusting that people don't pay taxes. But there was no crying, and I could faintly hear someone talking.

A middle-aged woman comes out of the door to take out the trash. I hurried over, and she raised her head and squinted her eyes and asked, "Who are you?" ”

In the dim and gloomy light, I saw this woman and my heart chuckled. She was about fifty years of age, very thin, with a sallow complexion, and her grayish hair was scattered over her shoulders. Seeing her eyes, my heart was pounding, she had a pair of hanging eyebrows, such a woman is generally bad-tempered, and deep-minded, looking at people is instigating.

I was very uncomfortable, but I still said politely: "Auntie, I am Xu Jianan's friend, I heard that he had an accident, come and take a look." ”

The woman coughed a few times: "Okay, good, in the past few days when Jia Nan left, you were the first to come and see him." I'm. Come on in. ”

As soon as I walked through the main entrance, I was dumbfounded.

The light in the room was very poor, and the lights were not turned on, and the darkness made people feel uncomfortable. The brightest light source is the two permanent lamps next to the statue, and the light bulbs emit a faint red light, illuminating the whole living room dull and depressing.

Through the faint red light, you can see that the living room is very large, about 40 square meters, scattered with garbage all over the ground, what disposable lunch boxes, plastic bags, beer bottles, cans, waste newspapers, cigarette butts are everywhere, and the waste is like a dog kennel. None of these things feel like they've been there for a long time, though, and they look like they've only been made in the last few days.

At the base of the hall against the wall, there is an offering table, on which is a black and white portrait of Xu Jianan. In front of the statue are offerings such as fruit grilled fish and chicken legs, and thick incense ash falls from the incense burner, and three long incense sticks are inserted with burning smoke.

There was also a brazier in front of the offering table, with a black layer of soot falling from it, and a knife of yellow burnt paper next to it.

There were four or five old ladies sitting in the room, chattering about something, and when I came in, they all fell silent. There was an unfriendly look in his eyes.

One of the girls looked at me and sneered: "Are you too embarrassed to come? The little man was brought bad by you! He's like this today, and you bad boys with a bad conscience have a responsibility that you can't get rid of. ”

Xu Jianan coughed fuckingly, and his face became gloomy: "The people who came to burn paper for Jia Nan today are all my distinguished guests, if you can't get used to it, you can leave." ”

The girl blushed: "Sister, I didn't mean that." These boys are so bad, Jia Nan, I grew up watching, I was a good child, but it was because I was fooled around with these bastards that I ended up like this......" she whimpered and cried.

I'm really restless. In this room, not only is the scene weird, but also filled with a pungent smell of rot, and it is estimated that the garbage on the ground stinks. I really don't understand, why Xu Jianan's mother didn't clean up, so she used such a broken house to make offerings for her son.

It's better to burn the paper and leave early, this place should not stay for a long time. I walked a few steps to the offering table, picked up three sticks of incense from the table, lit them, hesitated, bowed three times to the statue, and then walked over and put the incense in the stove.

Xu Jiannan on the portrait is a very delicate teenager, and he is completely different from his manic performance that night. In the portrait, his face is thin, his eyes look very peaceful, and he still has the confusion of a teenager. Now, he's dead.

I looked at the portrait, and felt a little uncomfortable, and at this moment, I saw Xu Jiannan on the portrait suddenly shed two lines of tears. At first, I thought it was dazzling, but when I looked closely, it was two lines of black and red tears, which were very obvious, flowing down the corners of my eyes, forming two deep trajectories.

When I looked closely, my brain exploded, I couldn't move and couldn't shout, my legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and the cracks between my bones were getting cold air.

I don't know how long it took for someone to slap me hard. I came back to my senses and saw Xu Jianan's mother standing there, her white hair shaking, staring at me: "What's wrong with you?" ”

I looked at the portrait again, and there were no two lines of blood and tears at all, and I realized that I had seen something wrong. I forced a smile: "It's okay, thinking about something else, it's a little distracted." ”

The room was quiet, and everyone was looking at me. There was an indescribable coldness in the dark and gloomy room, and I was very uncomfortable, so I quickly squatted down and picked up a few pieces of burning paper to light it, wanting to leave here early. The burning paper was thrown into the brazier, ignited little by little, and gradually turned into ashes.

I kept thinking about those two lines of blood and tears, and my heart was beating faster, what the hell was going on just now?

At this time, a woman next to her said, "Sister, why don't we clean up the house." In the past two days, there have been many people who have come to mourn, and the ground is not clean and beautiful. ”

"Don't clean it up." Xu Jianan's tone was hard and cold: "My son has come to this point, I, as a mother, am responsible, but it also depends on him not to be angry!" It is said that people will return to their souls on the first seven nights after death, and I will let his soul come back to see! Look at what this family has made of him! If he still wants to be a little touched, he will be a good person in the next life! ”

This mother is really calm, and now she doesn't shed a single tear, she looked directly at the portrait and said: "Since the day he dropped out of school, I have treated him as dead, and there is no more such a son!" ”

I couldn't stand it anymore and offered to take my leave. His mother said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, Auntie wants you to do me a favor." ”

I didn't speak.

She said to herself, "Can you help me clean the floor of the house inside?" Auntie is too tired these days to do it. ”

I heard a grunt, what does that mean? I looked at her suspiciously. There is a faint feeling of bad in my heart. We all have a kang sweep for the dead here, which means to clean the house where the dead lived before their death to remove bad luck.

She asked me to sweep the floor, is there some weird custom in it? Don't fool myself into the trap.

The woman looked at me and knew that I might have misunderstood, and smiled faintly: "Auntie won't hurt you, don't worry." As for what you want to clean for the house, you will know when you enter the back room. You're done messing up, and you're going to clean up the dirt. ”

It's hard for me to ride a tiger, and I'm also curious, what secrets will there be in the back room?

I took the broom and went into the house. Their house is really big, three bedrooms and one living room, and I estimate that the total area can be 100 square meters. No wonder the little bastards think it's a gambling den. Hide dirt and dirt, have a party, there must be enough space.

When I got to the door of the back room, I pushed the door like this, and I almost didn't let the smell of the inside come out. I can't describe the smell, the strong sheep swagger, and it is like a big bag of laundry detergent sprinkled, the pungent, spicy is like tears.

I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look, only then did I know what Xu Jiannan would let me clean up.

The house is a large size but surprisingly simple to furnish. It's a big waterbed and a wall-mounted LCD TV on the opposite wall. The bed was ridiculously large, and there was no problem with the two elephants lying side by side, and the pink sheets on the bed were crumpled and curled up together, and it was not a light toss at first glance.

The most shocking thing is that this room is full of used condoms.

I secretly cursed the bad luck, and then I understood why the smell would be so big. This old lady is very lacking in morality, and she is disgusted with her sex, so let me clean it up. How could I be so unlucky, to be treated like a little bastard, to be blinded, and now I have to clean condoms.

Okay, it's all here, cover your nose and do it.

I went into the room, started sweeping from the corner, swept and swept, felt that something was wrong, and found a rather strange problem. The liquid in these sleeves is all light red and slimy, and at first glance it looks like blood. Do you know what's the weirdest thing about the road: there are dozens of condoms on the ground, and the liquid inside is all the same color.

What does this mean?

I blinked and wondered if all these condoms were left by one person.