Mr. Du hesitated slightly, I believe that his hesitation comes from his own nature, and has nothing to do with whether it is Zhang Hong or not. Although Zhang Hong is not good-looking, for Mr. Du, although she was a well-intentioned lie at the beginning, her existence is much more significant than me and Hu Zongren or even Zhao Jing in Mr. Du's life. If one day Mr. Du forgets that any of us deserve to be and go our separate ways after taking what he needs, it would be a matter of course, but he will definitely not be able to forget Zhang Hong, especially Zhang Hong after becoming a ghost.

But he quickly agreed, but on the way he kept asking us tentatively whether it would take a long time and other boring questions. After arriving at his house, I asked Mr. Du if he was ready, and if he wanted to take a rest first? Mr. Du sat on the sofa all of a sudden, his hands clenched into fists, one of his hands constantly rubbing the fingers of the other hand, looking very nervous. He is a person who has received a higher education overseas, although he has seen the world, but for the realm of charlatans like us, I am afraid that it is enough to come into contact with such a once in a lifetime. He sat silently, and we didn't urge him, because I knew that when a person like him was about to face a ghost, especially a ghost with whom he had an old friend, the inner struggle was actually greater than that of any of us.

I sat like this for about 10 minutes, and no one spoke, except for the sound of Hu Zongren pacing back and forth, all that was left of the room was the ticking of a wall clock on the wall. It's easy to calm down, but it's also more unsettling. I don't know what Mr. Du had been going through in his head for more than ten minutes, but he must have struggled with himself repeatedly. Then he finally decided, stood up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, put both palms under his armpits, and said calmly to me and Hu Zongren, I'm ready, let's get started.

I nodded, still with a hint of admiration in my heart. So we all went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. I still instructed Zhao Jing to protect Mr. Du, it is always better to be careful in matters between people and ghosts, and there is no disrespect at all, but in any case, it is not right to let the client be harmed. Hu Zongren asked Mr. Du to stand at the position where he had just entered the door, because we knew that Zhang Hong's ghost was in the cabinet, and at this moment, Mr. Du was standing across the wardrobe and a wooden board, but they couldn't see each other.

I stood beside the bed, picked up the pile of letters that Mr. Du had written to Zhang Hong, rearranged them chronologically, holding the letters in one hand and the photo of Zhang Hong in the other, and then walked up to Mr. Du and handed him all these things. Hu Zongren once again repeated yesterday's ritual of summoning spirits, but since the scene of yesterday's ceremony still remains, all Hu Zongren needs at this moment is to summon Zhang Hong's ghost out. I didn't even use the compass, because I knew that as long as our actions were not excessive, Zhang Hong's ghost would not do anything harmful to us. After handing Mr. Du's letter, I stood next to the bed across from the closet, with the bathroom behind me and my back against the wall outside the bathroom, facing Mr. Du. From my point of view, Mr. Du is staying on one side of the wardrobe, and on the other side, there is a closet with a closed door.

Hu Zongren's conjuring went very smoothly, because judging from his silent and non-breathing appearance, this time there was almost no loss to him. However, unlike the previous way of conjuring spirits, Hu Zongren even lit a candle on this side, and it was a red candle.

Candles were used for lighting in ancient times, but because the color of the candle is different, the environment in which it is applied is also different. For example, in ancient times, the so-called flower candle in the cave room, the flower candle here refers to the red candle framed with the word "happy". On the mourning hall, it is often customary to use white candles. Of course, with the development of society, this custom has gradually been neglected, although there is no substantial difference in disease, but for people like me and Hu Zongren, we pay more attention to some details, such as the dead should not light red candles and so on. However, Zhang Hong is a dead man, but Hu Zongren lit a red candle at the moment, but I don't know what Lu Dao is for.

After lighting the candles, I kindly reminded Hu Zongren that you didn't choose the wrong color, this is a conjuring spirit, why are you lighting red candles? Hu Zongren said that it is a sad thing for a person to die, but to reunite after a long absence, although life and death are separated, but in the final analysis, it is also a happy thing, the red candle here has no other meaning, just hope that Zhang Hong will not be obsessed because of sadness whether he chooses to go or stay. This Hu Zongren, although he is five big and three rough on weekdays, but recently he has begun to become grateful, I once thought that it was because I had been with Fu Yunni for a long time, and I was abused so much that I had no temper. It's good to be meticulous, because even if we are the best friends, no one can guarantee that we can accompany and protect each other for a lifetime, and we all have our own lives to live.

When the candle was halfway lit, Hu Zongren opened his mouth to blow out the flames, and the extinguished sparks began to emit curling white smoke, and the direction of the smoke happened to be opposite the door of the closet. The Yaoshan sect's study of ghosts is relatively more sophisticated than ours, although Hu Zongren can read the compass but does not use the compass, they used to explore the traces of ghosts, often relying on the movement of an oil lamp, fire or smoke to know the location of the ghosts. And when he saw the smoke drifting towards the wardrobe door, he quickly stretched out his finger and dipped a little wax oil that had not yet solidified and was just near the flame, and then applied it between Mr. Du's eyebrows.

So now I understand that this is channeling, so that Mr. Du can directly communicate with Zhang Hong.

At this time, the door of the wardrobe began to open, and as usual I saw that the pale hands were opening the wardrobe door at a very slow pace. Although it was harmless, I couldn't help but be scared. And when the wardrobe door opened, I saw a woman in white squatting on the lower level of the wardrobe with her back to us, which was different from yesterday's posture, it seemed to be Mr. Zhilu Daodu at the moment, so she turned her face inward, a little shy. According to the practice of conjuring spirits, when Hu Zongren saw it appear, he still had to complete the questioning, so Hu Zongren asked, Who are you, just like yesterday.

This is a necessary process and is indispensable. This is to prevent other ghosts from impersonating. The question in the conjuring ceremony is sacred, and the summoner is regarded as a judge, just like in ancient times, the county magistrate patted the hall and asked "who is kneeling in the hall" is the same reason, yesterday when asking who Zhang Hong was, Zhang Hong pointed to the bedside table, and then there were these clues behind, and at this moment, when Hu Zongren asked it, it did not answer, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly reached out to the back of his head, and then pulled his hair from behind to the left and right, and under the hair, I saw a woman's face, with a huge black spot birthmark at the corner of her eye, her eyes were forced, and the shape of the corners of her mouth couldn't tell the anger, that was Zhang Hong.

To be honest, it scared me, and so did Hu Zongren. So I heard Hu Zongren muttering a scolding sentence of dog's day, and then said to Zhang Hong's ghost, your heart knot is over today, and we have brought it to you. Zhang Hong slowly closed her hair, so she let us see the back and the back of the head, still squatting there motionless. Hu Zongren motioned to Mr. Du and said, you can start.

Mr. Du's face was dazed, but the horror in his expression was even more important. He stretched out his hands to Hu Zongren in confusion, which seemed to mean that he wanted me to start? After Hu Zongren glanced at him, he pointed to the stack of letters he was holding in his hand, and asked him to tell Zhang Hong his beliefs.

So Mr. Du began to read his letter to Zhang Hong in the order in which I had divided it for him. Maybe it would be a little embarrassing to read the letter in public, but that was only at the beginning, Mr. Du seemed a little uncomfortable, but he soon read the original mood in the letter he wrote at the beginning, and he was even reading and reading, with a smile on his face. Then he seemed to be more relaxed, and sat down directly on the floor, leaning back against the partition of the wardrobe and continuing to read.

When he read the third letter, Mr. Du's tone was a little excited, perhaps because he knew that these letters were about to be finished, and in this life journey, he had less and less words to say to Zhang Hong. Although we all know that Mr. Lu Daodu doesn't actually like Zhang Hong in the photo, he just likes the pure and beautiful feeling when communicating with Zhang Hong, and out of encouragement to Zhang Hong. And at this time, Zhang Hong's ghost suddenly changed its position, and it was also sitting with its back against the partition, and it and Mr. Du, back to back, were only separated by a layer of wooden planks. Zhang Hong's posture began to change to the same as last night, with her knees curled together, and then buried her head deep between her knees. When Mr. Du read his complaint, his tone was full of self-blame, but Zhang Hong shrugged his shoulders slightly, as if crying.

Hu Zongren was already standing beside me at this time, and Zhao Jing was standing next to Mr. Du, and I saw that her nose was red and tears were rolling in her eyes. Although Hu Zongren and I can still bear it, after all, we have seen the letter. But for the scene in front of me, I am still very emotional, college students like Zhang Hong, and senior intellectuals like Mr. Du, originally from the beginning of acquaintance, because of a kind of fate, this fate is unique, because choosing to become friends is a matter of both parties. And along the way, they have had a very happy moment, but also had warmth and touching, Zhang Hong because of Mr. Du's encouragement and face life, Mr. Du found that simple and simple emotion in Zhang Hong, but now, yin and yang are separated, even if they are in the same environment at the moment, they have always been separated by a wooden plank, never met.

I think Zhang Hong wants Mr. Du to remember the not-so-good-looking appearance in his photo, and not to become a faceless ghost.

After reading the letter, Mr. Du folded the letter in his hand, picked up Zhang Hong's photo, and then said to Zhang Hong through the wooden board, Zhang Hong, you can go well. No matter where you're going next, remember the happy days between us. Although Zhang Hong didn't say anything to answer, I could clearly see that it nodded.

So Hu Zongren took back the letter paper and photos in Mr. Du's hand, asked Mr. Du to leave the room first, and asked Zhao Jing to follow Mr. Du downstairs to get a metal basin up. Soon Zhao Jing brought it, Hu Zongren chanted the mantra while burning the letters, photos, and some money and paper into ashes in a basin, and then collected the ashes into his gossip bag, and at the same time, Zhang Hong was also taken away, and the only faceless ghost case in my life ended there.

Mr. Du didn't seem to be in a good mood, so he left us to eat together, and he drank a lot of wine during the banquet, and no one poured him, but he poured himself vigorously. Originally, this time period was not the time to eat, but he ordered a large table of dishes, but he almost didn't use chopsticks, but after silently drinking a bottle of 58-degree liquor, he lay on the table with his hands, buried his face in the crook of his arm, and cried uncontrollably.

To be honest, it's ugly to be drunk, but none of us laughed at Mr. Du for that. So Hu Zongren was invited to that meal, who let him collect other people's commissions. Then we sent Mr. Du back to the house, but instead of leaving him in the memory room, we put him on the sofa in the living room, closed the curtains and locked the door, and then we left.

When he went downstairs, Hu Zongren asked Zhao Jing, how many cases are this? Zhao Jing said, the sixteenth, if you count the one I met with you earlier in the printing house. Hu Zongren lit a cigarette and said that there were eight more cases. Zhao Jing, please tell your senior brother, Lao Hu has won this time, let them wait and see.