Helpless, really helpless! The clues are completely broken, the bait doesn't work, the place where the ghosts haunt is inconclusive, and the most important thing is that Rong Xue'er can already be summoned by the spiritualism. It's just a day, and I've been summoned, and it's really burning my eyebrows!

"Brother Shen, I have brought over the information related to this side such as the Planning Bureau and the Urban Construction Bureau, and now our household registration police are investigating whether there are any old residents who used to live in this vicinity, as long as they find it, they will immediately go to the house and bring people over." Just when a few of us were so worried that we didn't know what to do, Xiaoquan rushed over with Liu Yuxi. They came with a thick stack of materials.

Most of the places where supernatural events have occurred are inseparable from the "history" of that place, and if you can figure out what was here and what happened, then things will be much easier to solve, after all, ghosts' grievances do not have to be forcibly dispersed with mana, and they can also use soft means to resolve their grievances.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and it's time to hurry up every minute and every second.

In the joint efforts of everyone, soon, the historical data of this place was sorted out, before 1951, this place was still a drainage canal, there was no building on it, I know that in 1951, the city was renovated on a large scale, the drainage canal on the ground was filled, and the building was built, which belonged to the Municipal Bureau of Culture as an office building, and in 1963, the Municipal Bureau of Culture was relocated, and the building here was arranged for the Municipal Art Troupe.

In 1979, the Municipal Art Troupe was relocated, and the building was demolished and rebuilt into a residential area. It was not until 2010 that Jiangdong City carried out shantytown transformation, and the bungalows on this piece of land were bulldozed to build the Sunshine Jinyuan Community, and this part of the Hunan Tucai now used belongs to the outer wall of the Sunshine Jinyuan merchant part, which is leased to the "Little Shaanxi" hotel. In December 2014, it was released to the "Hunan Tucai" restaurant.

Looking at the series of records, I frowned slightly, first listed them on a piece of paper, and then crossed out the pre-1951 options. Strange things happen on the second floor.,There's no second floor where the building comes from.,A lot of times,Ghost troubles also have their own rules.,I think this ghost is limited to this location on the second floor.。

Then, next, the rank from 1979 to 2010 was also crossed out, and during this time period, this place was all bungalows, and naturally there was no second floor. Then the focus should be on the period from 1951 to 1979, when the Cultural Bureau and the Art Troupe used it, and from 2010 to 2014, when the restaurant called Xiaoshaanxi used it.

"Boss, do you know why your previous restaurant called Xiao Shaanxi didn't dry up?" The affairs of the Cultural Affairs Bureau are obviously too far away, and the affairs of the previous store are relatively much better than those of the hall.

"Uh, oh?" The proprietress waited on the side, already dozing off like a chicken pecking rice, and when she heard my question, she first responded a few times with a few random sounds, and then barely opened her eyes, "Comrade policeman, what did you just say?" ”

"I'm asking you, do you know why the restaurant called Xiaoshaanxi before you closed down." Alas, when something like this happened to her store, she could sleep.

"The one from before...... I think I've heard from the landlord. The proprietress scratched her head, and then said dizzily: "The previous small Shaanxi mainly sold meat buns, rice bowls and the like, and it was for the students of a school opposite, but then the school changed to a new campus and was no longer here." Their things can't move, there is no way, we can only close the door and continue to open somewhere else, we mainly deal in specialties, not eat students, so we took over this store. ”

"So has there been any rumors of anything like the loss of a customer in their store? Especially girls? I continued.

"There shouldn't be this.,That school is an architecture school.,There are few female students.,If you lose one or two.,It's definitely a sensational event.,The neighbors in the neighborhood should also know about it.,I usually have nothing to do and chat with people in some neighbors.,I've never heard of such a thing.。 The proprietress continued to reply.

"That's it, boss, you have the landlord's phone number, give the number to the one over there called Xiaoquan, Xiaoquan, you call the landlord to wake up and ask, if it doesn't work, go directly to their house and carry people out." I said as I continued to look at the paper in my hand. "By the way, hostess, did you dispose of all the previous things after you took over here? There are no leftovers from the previous store. ”

"The rest of the thing? What the hell, I don't know if those old photos upstairs count. The proprietress yawned and rummaged through the landlord's mobile phone number as she mumbled.

"What do you say? The photo upstairs was left by someone from before? With a thump in my heart, I ran to the private room on the second floor where the gunshots were heard in two steps, and looked at the picture on the wall.

According to the trajectory of the bullet, the bullet should have been fired from the direction of this photo, so could there be any inside story in this?

After a closer look, the photo shows a group of beautiful girls in ethnic minority costumes, dancing with a smile, and in an inconspicuous corner of the photo, I see the half body of a person in a yellow-green military uniform. This kind of military uniform seems to be the most popular outfit in the sixties and seventies of the last century.

"Officer Shen, what's wrong? What's wrong? Maybe they saw that I was in a hurry and thought I had found something, but the proprietress and Jasmine Bai all followed, and it was the proprietress who asked, "Is there anything wrong with this photo?" ”

"How did you get the picture? Did the previous owner leave it to you? "I closed my eyes slightly and ran my hand around the picture, but I didn't touch anything.

"Oh no, these photos...... We kind of dug it ourselves. The proprietress scratched her head embarrassedly, "We have a basement down here, there are soft-shelled turtles on the menu, and those things have to be fresh, and the soft-shelled turtles bought from the market are easier to die if they are not greeted well, so we dug a pool in the basement to feed soft-shelled turtles and other things, and these photos were dug out of the ground when digging the pool." ”

dug out of the ground...... I pondered a little, these photos, nine times out of ten, are the photos left by the Cultural Affairs Bureau or the Art Troupe, as for why it is underground, it may be that someone buried it in the soil before, and this place has been rebuilt several times, and it is possible that the soil that was originally on the top has been brought to the bottom.

"Boss, take me to the basement of your house."

The basement is from the kitchen, about 40 square meters, and in one corner of it is indeed a small pond with a few soft-shelled turtles swimming in it.

I had people fish out all the soft-shelled turtles, and then smashed the cement underneath with a sledgehammer, and dug down hard. The second floor of this restaurant can be related to the Cultural Bureau and the Art Troupe of the year, and the location of that photo is too appropriate, so I don't think it's possible to doubt it. I hope I can dig up something related to the photos underneath.

But speaking of which, this proprietress is really bold enough, when I went to ask her, she actually told me that after digging out the oilcloth bag, she and her husband were looking forward to it, thinking that they had dug up some gold and silver treasures or treasure maps or something, who knew that after opening the oilcloth bag, they found that it was a stack of photos. It happened that when their home was being renovated, they were going to post a few old photos on the wall, and they were disappointed, so they used it......

Something dug out of the ground dares to go up the wall casually? I really don't know whether to say she's ignorant or fearless. The goods from the soil, the living should not be moved casually, especially things such as photos, which often carry the thoughts of a person or even a group of dead people in it, and if you use it indiscriminately, there is a chance that something will happen.

"Brother Shen, I've dug something!" At three o'clock in the morning, a policeman's excited shout was finally heard from inside the pit, and then an oilcloth bag was handed up from below. I told them to dig to see if they could dig anything like that, and I went back to the lobby on the first floor with my tarpaulin bag.

In the oilcloth bag, there is an old diary with a brown cover, and the words "Red Five Stars" and "Long Live XX" are printed on the cover, but after being buried in the ground for so many years, the red has faded a lot.

Turning the first page of the diary, on the title page, there are three small characters written in blue-black pens: Wu Qianjie. This should be the name of the owner of the diary.

The first diary, which began in March 1966, recorded the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the diary's owner every day. Wu Qianjie's father is a middle school teacher in Jiangdong City, and she herself entered the Jiangdong City Art Troupe with her solid dance skills, and often went to the army or the fields with the troupe to perform condolence.

At that time, there were no such messy unspoken rules in the entertainment industry now, and the girl's life was prosperous and joyful. Every page is filled with joy. But when her diary was written on May 16, 1966, for some reason, it suddenly broke off, the pages behind it were all blank, and on the back of the diary, I saw a few droplets in the shape of black-brown droplets, which were apparently dried up blood.

What's going on, could it be that this Wu Qianjie was killed after writing the diary on May 16th? No, if you were killed, then why are the diaries and photos buried here?

It turns out that I really thought too much, and I haven't finished thinking about it here, Xiao Quan, who was watching them digging a pit below, ran out of the kitchen with something in his hands, "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, look at what we dug up, human heads, human heads!"