The young man's name is Huo Fengmang. The letter basically means that someone will come and help him solve the problem he encounters in a few days.

I felt a chill in my heart, what kind of person was that crow, so rational even to take revenge? When he decided to take revenge on me, he didn't do it directly, but went to great lengths to find a suitable target to test my difficulties.

I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Huo Fengmang looked at me and said, "Are you really a Taoist priest?" ”

I nodded.

Huo Fengmang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Great." It bothered me for a long time, and I didn't dare to mention it, not even my mother, because I was afraid that everyone would think I was crazy when I said it. ”

Here's the thing. Huo Zhien died suddenly, and his family simply could not accept this reality. Huo Fengmang didn't want to touch his father's relics, he preferred to deceive himself. It's business as usual, it's business as usual, maybe the next day when you wake up, Dad will come home, right?

But what he didn't expect was that his mother, the woman who was over half a hundred, was immersed in his father's clothes, socks, cups and bowls every day. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

Huo Fengman couldn't bear to watch his mother fall into an unrealistic past, so he ruthlessly sealed all the traces of his father's existence with cardboard boxes and locked them in the black utility room. Throw it into the corner of memory.

That's when the oddities began. After Huo Fengmang finished packing up his things, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw a small notepad lying flat on the coffee table. It's sold in stationery stores, the kind that costs two or three yuan a piece, with a yellow cover and a red "notepad" on it.

This kind of notepad is exactly what Huo Zhien used during his lifetime.

Huo Fengmang had just sealed dozens of such books into boxes before. How could I miss a copy? He didn't think much of it, just put the notepad in his handy room. When he returned to his room, he saw one of these notepads lying in front of his computer.

What's going on? Confused, he picked up the notepad and went to the utility room, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw that the notebook that had been placed on the box was gone. Could it be that the book in his hand is the one just now? Huo Fengmang felt his hands tremble a little.

He opened the notepad, only to find that it was the last notepad used by Huo Zhien. The recording time has only just started from that month. The book has only written four pages.

Huo Fengmang opened the box containing the stationery, put the notepad in it, and sealed the box with scotch tape again round by circle.

But when he woke up the next day, he saw the notepad at his bedside!

At the time, he didn't think about ghosts. It was just him and his mother in the room. Naturally, he looked at his mother with suspicion. But why did she do it? What she wants to do just say no, why is this kind of action scary? When he entered the utility room again, he overturned his suspicions.

He took a closer look at the box. There was no sign of the tape being torn apart.

"I had to leave that notebook in my room." Huo Fengmang said, "I didn't dare to mention this in front of my mother, I was afraid of scaring her." ”

I said, "Ghosts are much simpler than people. Since it has repeatedly taken out that notebook, it means that there are things in the notebook that it wants you to know. ”

Huo Fengmang handed me the notepad.

The first page reads "Hongxian Lao Song, 139 ********"

The second page is "Hunan C*****"

The third page is "Binbin Fast Food"

On the fourth page, only the word "Lan" was written in a hurry. It's just that I say it's in a hurry because this word is followed by two idle strokes, and I can't tell what it is. Looking at the scribbled handwriting, I seemed to see that Huo Zhien had discovered something at that time, and hurriedly took out his notebook to record, but was interrupted by something. This interruption is forever.

The unfinished words are like a eunuch's novel. Quietly exists, with no ending.

I said to Huo Fengmang: "These contents may be related to your father's death. Huo Fengmang seemed to understand something, and said, "Could it be that my father can't blind his eyes and wants to give clues to the murderer who killed him?" I said, "Quite possibly." "We wrote down the contents of the notebook and handed it over to the police.

Although the police took the notepad and agreed to check it, their expressions were clear: "What are these people making trouble?" ”

For a day, two days, there was still no news from the police. On the third day, Hu Zhouzhou finally couldn't sit still and said, "We can afford to wait, that idiot can't afford to wait!" He was so weak that any wind and grass could make him lose his soul. ”

I'm anxious, too, but what can we do?

Hu Zhouzhou said: "Didn't you leave a phone number in your notepad? Let's ask the man what the situation is. Even if you can't find anything, it's better than just waiting like this. ”

Lao Song was an old farmer, in his early sixties.

At this time, the old peasant was sitting in front of us, his head bowed, smoking a shisha in a muffled voice. After we met, Lao Song only said one sentence: "Huo Zhien is dead?" After that, there was silence. I couldn't see any expression on Old Song's wrinkled face.

After inhaling the inferior smoke into his lungs one by one, he finally slowly removed the hookah. He didn't look up and asked, "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

Huo Fengmang said: "My dad has your phone number in his notepad. We want to...... Maybe you'll know how he died. ”

Old Song's pupils suddenly dilated and trembled: "You are Huo Zhien's son?" ”

Huo Fengmang nodded and said, "What?" Did my dad mention me? ”

Old Song laughed and said, "Isn't it? He always said that his son was his pride. Now it looks like it is. ”

Huo Fengmang said: "How did you and my dad meet?" ”

Lao Song remembered the past, and his eyes became hollow, as if someone had sucked away the hope in his eyes. "Come out with me." He took us to a black, smelly river and said, "This river was originally the mother river of our village. We rely on it for cooking, laundry, and watering. ”

He took us to the field and said, "At this time, the field was already full of green vegetables. But now? "The fields we saw were barren, and even if the seedlings barely emerged, some of them were disorganized and malnourished.

"It's all caused by the water in the river." Lao Song said. A chemical plant at the head of the village has been discharging untreated sewage into their river for years. The village approached them several times to negotiate, but could not solve the problem. They want to find the relevant departments, but they are always pressed down.

Later, Lao Song heard about Huo Zhien. That person has fought in countless large companies, has a bit of fame, a little ability, and it should be of some use to have him help get ahead. So Lao Song looked for Huo Zhien. Huo Zhien also agreed to help. Unexpectedly, before things progressed, Huo Zhien died.