What I didn't expect was that Zong Sheng really planned to go to Wang Gan's hometown, and when he told me in the morning, I thought he was joking. When he drove me and the car headed for the suburbs, I believed what he said was true. I don't know what I can do if I can't go to Wang Gan's hometown. Wang Gandu has been dead for nine years, and the police say that there is no one in their house anymore, and his mother is probably dead a long time ago. Even if they go to their hometown now, what can they do?

Zong Sheng didn't tell me his name directly, but drove the car as fast as he could.

At noon, by the time we arrived at the village according to the address on the report, it was already time for lunch. Zong Sheng found an elderly man under the banyan tree in the village, and he didn't know what he told people, so he stuffed twenty yuan into the family, and the old man hurried to buy pork, and he entertained us to his house for dinner.

Following the old man, I walked to the old man's house and said to Zong Sheng, "Why did you fool people? Twenty yuan can someone buy you meat to cook? ”

"Grandpa took me to many places, and I often ate like this. Twenty yuan is nothing in the city, but in the eyes of these village old men, it is quite a lot. They love to drink and show off their glorious history to people who come from outside. Whatever they say, just smile and nod at them. Sometimes people like to brag when they are old, but when they brag, it is a special story. ”

When Zong Sheng said this to me, I was still confused. But when the real dishes were on the table, and I sat at the table and listened to the old man's bragging, I knew what he meant.

Although Zong Sheng was not particularly enthusiastic, he still spoke with that cold look. But I don't know why what he said made the old man very happy. The old man said a lot to him, even if he didn't answer a few words at all.

As they spoke, they drank alcohol. I whispered to Zong Sheng: "I don't have a driver's license, you have to drive back in a while, you can't drink." ”

"It's fine."

He said it was all right, but I was still worried, and if he was drunk, we wouldn't be able to go back tonight.

But I really didn't expect Zong Sheng's alcohol to be so good. The old man had already started shaking his wine glass, and his wife had already come in to persuade him two or three times, but Zong Sheng didn't feel dizzy at all.

"Wang Gan, the old man knows." Zong Sheng finally asked this sentence.

"Yes, of course I do." The old man looked at the door of the house and made sure that his wife was not there, so he said, "I've been there." That,There's chubby all over the body.。。 Hee-hee, it's comfortable. ”

"Whose child is Wang Gan?"

After Zong Sheng asked this sentence, the old man's eyes changed: "It's not mine, it's really not mine!" I'm telling you, he's a ghost son. His mother was always on the street when she was on the street. I negotiated the price with an old man, sometimes for twenty yuan, and went to the messy grave next to the street, and behind the big tree or behind the grave bag on a high point, I could do a shot. Tsk, his mother was found sleeping on a mass grave several times. We all said she knew she had slept with a ghost a few times. Wang Gan, who knows whose kind of murderer it is? Anyway, everyone said it was a ghost son. ”

"That mass grave, where does she usually go?"

"The one on the east side of the street, close to the street. When you walk up, you can see a big locust tree. Sometimes it's behind the big locust tree, sometimes it's behind the grave next to the big locust tree. The grave bag was built by someone who had the money to build a platform. Got her to do this kind of thing. Hee-hee, drink, boy, I'm having a drink with my grandfather, I don't believe I can't handle you kid. ”

It turns out that Zong Sheng is indeed much more powerful than this old man.

Ten minutes later, the old man had collapsed on the table. His wife came in and counted a few words, but she didn't say a word about us.

Zong Sheng poured a glass of boiled water with a clean bowl on the side, wrote a word on the water surface that I couldn't understand at all, and then watched him push the bowl of water in front of the old lady, and said, "Auntie, you pour this bowl of water for him, as long as he drinks it, he won't be uncomfortable." People will soon come to their senses. ”

The eldest lady was busy taking care of the uncle, and she didn't care about us, so Zong Sheng took me away.

Walking out of the farmhouse, I hurriedly asked, "What did you just write in the water?" ”

"That hangover charm makes people sober up as soon as possible. Before I drank, I used a 'thousand cups will not be poured' charm, and I dragged it in the palm of my hand, and you didn't even notice. ”

"What is it?" I hurriedly pulled his hand away. I didn't even notice that he still had something on his hand. I lifted his fingers, but I didn't see anything.

He explains: "It is written in the palm of the hand with the mind, not on paper. Let's go, let's go and find out, if we can find Wang Gan's biological father. ”

I listened to him, and the movement of his fingers froze suddenly. He is going to find Wang Gan's father, Wang Gan is a ghost fetus, Wang Gan's father, isn't he a ghost? "Looking for ghosts?"

"Yes, if you don't dare to go, you can wait for me in the car."

I quickly straightened my chest: "What don't you dare, I've seen the face of that person in the hotel, but I don't dare to go to see a grave." Besides, it's all broad daylight, so what's not to dare. ”

When I said this, it was indeed broad daylight, but by the time we actually drove into the street, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was starting to tilt, but the sun was still so strong that I didn't pay attention to the time at all.

The car stopped at the foot of a small hill, and at the end of the street, there were vendors closing their stalls. After parking the car, we got out of the car and saw the old locust tree standing high on the hillside. The locust tree looked really old, and the bark was very old.

As I walked towards that side, there happened to be a woman in my forties and fifties and a man in my sixties coming out of there. I could still hear the woman shouting, "Thirty-five, you old man, why are you missing me five dollars?" "When she saw us coming, the woman shut up.

This kind of thing, tsk, I really don't know what to say.

After the two men walked past us, Zong Sheng said; "This kind of thing is very common in rural areas. Twenty pieces, thirty pieces. There are five pieces to touch. ”

"How do you know?" I said in a weird voice.

He glared at me: "I lived with my grandfather in this kind of small township for a while, and my grandfather helped a woman deal with things, and that woman did this kind of thing, and generally women who do this kind of thing have no husbands, and when they go to the street in the afternoon, no one will say anything." Even if everyone secretly knows what's going on, she doesn't have a husband, and it's hard to say anything when she's old. This is how AIDS is transmitted among the elderly in rural areas. ”

I had some embarrassment on my face, and I listened to him very naturally, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. It is estimated that when they encounter this kind of thing, they will deal with it in a businesslike manner.

Zong Sheng stood in front of the old locust tree, patted the trunk, stretched out his hand and pulled out the incense, lit it, and inserted it on the edge of the tree.

I looked up at the slanting sun in the sky and asked, "Is it useful for you to do this when the sun is still so high at this time?" ”

"It's already unitary time, yin energy is starting to replace yang energy, the sun is setting, and at this time, it's easy to see something. You take a closer look around. ”

I shrunk my neck, how dare I look around now, this is a mass grave, if I really look around, let me see something I shouldn't see, wouldn't it scare myself?

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and the more I felt the singing voice next to me, and the singing was quite obvious. Who will sing in a mass grave? Listening to the song, I don't want to be the kind of old woman sold here, but the voice of a young woman, just listening to the voice, I feel that it should be a young and beautiful woman.

I shrunk my neck when I didn't hear. Zong Sheng put one hand on the trunk of the tree and began to say to the tree: "I am looking for Wang Gan's biological father. He must have conceived around here. Wang Gan, the eight-character ......"