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Strangely, the iron fence gate was hidden.

I didn't hesitate and immediately pushed the door in.

From the gate to the main house, there is a five-meter-wide cement road, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves of plants.

Suddenly, there was a dog barking in the house. It was too late, and a large bulldog rushed out of the door and rushed towards it viciously.

I took a step aside, keeping Fang Fang behind.

The bulldog came to me, and before he could pounce on me, there was a whistle from inside the house, and the vicious dog stood still, glaring at me with bared teeth and a heavy snort from his nose.

It is more than a meter long and weighs at least forty kilograms, which is really difficult to deal with if it pounces on it.

A man in shabby overalls appeared at the door, carrying an aluminum pot in one hand and a cooking broom in the other, looking at me coldly.

I raised my hand and said, "Good morning, excuse me." ”

Even though I knew that the other party was deaf and dumb, my politeness could not be omitted.

The man had a wooden face to the extreme, his facial features were motionless, and he had no expression.

"He was deaf and dumb. Fang Fang kindly reminded.

I took two steps forward and gestured to the other person: "Tombstone, I'm here to find a tombstone." Do you have any other tombstones here?"

The real deaf and dumb are extremely intelligent, and my gestures are lame, but he already understands what I mean.

He pointed in the direction of the vegetable patch below the nursery, nodded, then to his own house, and shook his head.

Fang Fang explained: "He said that the tombstone was in the vegetable patch, and there was no one in the house. ”

I walked forward again and pointed into the house, "I, may, go in and have a look?"

The man thought for a moment, and was about to shake his head, when Fangfang came out from behind me, holding a twenty-yuan bill in his hand, and shook it in the wind.

When the other party saw the banknote, he grinned and nodded, indicating that I could go in.

Fang Fang stepped forward and handed the note to the man, who silently stepped aside.

"He recognizes money, and if he has money, he can do things, this is my experience. Fangfang said with a mischievous smile.

At this moment, she seemed to forget her previous pessimism and showed her true colors as a girl in front of me.

When I entered the house, I was greeted by desks, chairs, and grass-green iron filing cabinets, and on the left and right walls, posted the work rules, financial procedures, and security regulations of the nursery station, all of which were signed "Dajinzhuang Highway Management Station, Huaiyin District, Jinan City".

This one is an office, with an ensuite on the left and right, a kitchen on the right and a bedroom on the left.

"I've checked seven or eight times and found nothing. Fang Fang said.

I went into the bedroom, which was only two single beds, the futon was simple and shabby, and there was only a pair of slippers and a pair of rubber shoes under the bed.

On the kitchen side, there is only a set of gas stoves, an earthen pot table against the corner, and a dilapidated cupboard, all of which are no longer recognizable.

There was really nothing worth surveying in these three rooms, so it was no wonder that Fang Fang returned in vain every time.

"Mr. Xia, shall we go back?" Fang Fang asked.

I looked out the door, and the man put the aluminum pot and broom aside and crouched there in a daze.

It seems that he was about to brush the pot and cook, and we two uninvited guests came to the door.

"Let's go. I reluctantly responded.

In this case, it will only be a waste of time for us to stay any longer.

We went out of the room, and when we passed by the man, Fang Fang inadvertently asked, "I don't know what his breakfast is today—"

"I see!" I snapped into action.

The kitchen has pots and stoves, firewood and cupboards, but one of the most crucial items is missing: rice, noodles and vegetables. If he didn't even have these three, what was the point of brushing the pot and making a fire? I guess his only intention in making such a move was to deceive me and Fangfang in order to conceal something.

"Fangfang, every time you come here, he's making a fire and cooking, right?" I asked.

Fang Fang thought for a while and nodded slightly: "That's right, it seems to be so." ”

I took Fangfang's hand, immediately returned to the house, and closed the door with my backhand.

"What's wrong, Mr. Xia?" Fang Fang asked.

A fire had been lit under the clay pot, and the man had not added any more wood to the stove since we came, so the fire had been extinguished by the moment, and only the ashes of sparks remained.

I walked over to the pot, picked up a stick, scratched it lightly on the ground next to the pot, and quickly lifted two red bricks from the floor. As I expected, under the red bricks, a corner of the bluestone slab was exposed. Of course, this is not an ordinary bluestone slab, but a tombstone.

The man lit the fire again and again, just so that the intruder could not get close to the earthen pot.

I now understand that the man was not only neither deaf nor dumb, but also a very clever thaumaturgist. Because suppressing the tombstone and burning it under the stove is also a very vicious thaumaturgy, which is enough to make the undead panic under the nine springs, unable to enter the six realms of reincarnation, which has the same meaning as the "gravedigger whipping corpse" in the ten ancient punishments.

When Fangfang saw the bluestone slab, she suddenly realized, opened the door and rushed out.

Unfortunately, the man had already fled far away and disappeared into the jungle to the west.

"Let him run away - I'll call someone right away, I'll have to dig up his nest." Fangfang said hatefully.

The man was playing tricks right under her nose, which must have made her very shameless.

I stopped her: "Fangfang, there's no need. Since he was a thaumaturgist, when he went to work at the highway station, he definitely didn't report his real name. No matter how much you try to track it down, it will be fruitless. Besides, in the eyes of the world, he didn't commit any serious crimes, and this tombstone didn't have to be buried by him, right?"

Fang Fang sighed: "I listen to your Mr. Xia." ”

In fact, I did this because I was afraid that she would fall out of favor in front of Mrs. Han, because she claimed to have searched the nursery station many times, and if she came seven or eight times and did not find anything unusual, it could only prove that there was something wrong with her work ability.

With the help of the kitchen knife and spatula next to me, I quickly dismantled the earthen pot table and dragged out the tombstone that was three feet long, one foot wide, and half a foot thick. What's even more gratifying is that the tombstones are layered on top of each other, and there are three more pieces underneath, which are exactly the same size and size.

Four tombstones are placed side by side, and there are four names carved on them, namely Che Dongyou, Meng Fuyuan, Ji Feijing, and **Qiu. The last word of the four names is connected, and it happens to be the title of "Garden Nightmare".

I'm already sweating profusely.

The fact that I found four tombstones proved that my intuition was quite accurate.

"Don't inform Mrs. Han just yet. "I stopped Fang Fang from calling.

Finding the tombstone is only the first step, we need to find out more about the truth and find out who the man really is.

Fangfang was a little frustrated: "Mr. Xia, I'm really careless, I only look at the surface, and I never think about it. It seems that I still have too little experience in the rivers and lakes, and I need to learn more from you. ”

I shook my head: "Don't be too modest, everyone has their own strengths, the ruler is long, and the inch is short." If you blindly compare your own shortcomings with the strengths of others, you will only become more and more confused. ”

Next, the two of us worked together to wipe down the tombstone and move it to the yard.

The pit bull did not escape with its owner, but squatted in the kennel in the corner of the yard and watched me and Fangfang move things with cold eyes.

"It's a pity that there is not even food for the dogs in this kitchen. I pointed to the dog, "As long as there is it, the man won't be able to run far." ”

The dog is a friend of man, and the man can control the dog with a whistle, which shows that they have a close relationship. I just had to free my hands and search the road with the dog to find its owner.

After finding the tombstone of "Nightmare in the Garden", I am sure that I will be able to see the visions they bring again.

For the deceased, a "thick burial" is the only last wish, and it is a one-time deep burial, not disturbed by anyone with ulterior motives. Therefore, the Qin Emperor Han Wu, the Tang Emperor Song Zu, Genghis Khan and others built a large-scale mausoleum before their deaths, and arranged all kinds of one-hit killing organs below to ensure that the living do not approach.

I can't do more for the "Garden Nightmare", but I can still do it by choosing a feng shui treasure cave for them to bury in the middle of the green mountains and clear waters.

Before, Yan Gexing contributed money and Chu Chu to choose Nanshan to bury my grandfather, which was definitely the greatest help to my Xia family. It's a pity that before I could repay Chu Chu's affection, she had already gone with the wind.

The thought of this makes my heart ache like a pinprick in the face.

"Mr. Xia, how did you tell that man had a problem?" Fang Fang asked.

"There wasn't even a single rice or bowl of noodles in the kitchen, but he burned the fire so brightly, what was he going to cook? As a deaf and mute man, he ate with a red face and a shy stomach, which did not conform to the rules at all. We broke in early in the morning, and he must have had no time to put on makeup, so we saw the flaw. I tried to explain.

While answering Fangfang's question, I was thinking in my mind: "Now, the only thing that has anything to do with 'Garden Nightmare' is Yan Fohai." What would he do if he were here? What could he do more than bury four tombstones?"

Just thinking about it, Fangfang's phone rang.

"It's Madame calling. Fang Fang said.

"Pick up. I waved my hand, "But don't say anything about what's going on here." ”

Fang Fang nodded, then answered the phone.

We were only two steps apart, and when Mrs. Han's voice came out of the earpiece, I could hear it clearly: "Fangfang, come back quickly, Mr. Mo is dead!"

The news was shocking, but Fangfang's expression remained unchanged: "Okay, we are in the poplar forest, go back immediately." ”

She had long foreseen that Mr. Mo was a dead man, so now, the "dead man" who can act has become a real "dead man".

This is a very ironic thing, because Mr. Mo should have "died" a long time ago, and dragging it out to this day is just a trick played by his mastermind behind the scenes.

"Tell Natsu that I'm going to see him in the conference room in half an hour. Mrs. Han said categorically.

Fangfang agreed, and there was a "click" sound in the earpiece, and Mrs. Han hung up the phone.

"Madame will see you in half an hour, in the conference room on the first floor of the villa. Fang Fang said.

I looked at the tombstone and commanded in a low voice: "Fangfang, you call your own people and drive to pull the tombstone away and deliver it to ...... Delivered to ......"

This is the westernmost part of Huaiyin District, but the old house of Qushuiting Street is in Lixia District, separated by a central district, which is too far away. Moreover, it is daytime, and when the car arrives at the old house, it will definitely not be able to drive to the door. Carrying the tombstone home in the blue sky and daytime is too conspicuous to be kept secret.

"Mr. Xia, I have a place to store it, and it is extremely secret, so it will not be discovered by Madame. "Fang Fang was empathetic and immediately understood what I was struggling with.

"Good. I nodded, not saying a word of nonsense.

Fang Fang dialed the phone and said the address of the nursery station: "There are four stone tablets here, which are dilapidated and need to be pulled back to clean the inscriptions again." Come right away, send a car that can carry the load, the car can't be dragged at all. ”

I pointed to the bulldog, and she added into the phone, "There's another dog here, take it with you." ”

When she had arranged all this, I went to the house and got two small benches, and sat down with Fang Fang in the middle of the courtyard.

"Madame wants us to go back at once. Fang Fang said.

"I see. I nodded.

"Then why don't we hurry up now?" Fang Fang asked.

I shook my head again: "We need to prioritize things and protect these tombstones, which is what we need to do urgently." Did you know that tombstones can tell us a lot more useful information than the living. Like now, there are people who are alive and he is dead, and there are people who are dead and he is still alive. ”

These few sentences are from the poems of the old writer Zang Kejia. Such a quote is also very apt.

My words made Fang Fang laugh, and she nodded vigorously: "Indeed, Mr. Mo is alive, but he is actually dead, and the four masters of the Garden Dream are dead, but they are like they are alive, and they will always remain in people's hearts." Mr. Xia, I feel that every time you say something, you are very philosophical and admirable. ”

The two of us looked at each other and laughed, and the laughter swept away the previous emotional gloom.

The pit bull also cried wildly, and the sound of gurgling echoed through the empty yard.

"It was a fatal mistake for the man to leave the dog. I said.

"I think he must be Madame's enemy, hiding here, ready to take the opportunity to attack Madame. Fang Fang said.

I was silent, because a person as smart as Madame Han could let others sleep soundly on the side of the couch.

Fang Fang thought for a while, and then denied her words: "Madame is smarter than me, what I thought of, she must have thought of it a long time ago." ”

The only thing that puzzled me was these tombstones, and the man should be the enemy of the garden dream, so he would bury the tombstones under the stove. It's a pity that the garden nightmare is dead, and I can't tell who his enemy is?

"Fangfang, you say, what is dead and what is alive? If the garden nightmare is dead, then why do men gather their tombstones together and burn them around?"

Everything is divided into appearances and internal images, and all we can see and hear is appearances, and the meaning they represent must be analyzed through these. Just like looking, smelling, asking, and cutting in the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, looking, smelling, and asking are all appearances, and the final cutting is the result.

Fang Fang was a little confused: "Mr. Xia, I can't figure it out more and more, my head seems to be full of paste, and the more I think about it, the more confused I become." ”

She pressed her temples with both hands, closed her eyes, and frowned.

I didn't respond, in fact, the more I say it now, the more confusing it bewilders her.

A minute later, Fang Fang opened her eyes and let out a sigh: "Mr. Xia, I figured out a question. With a master like you, there is no need to blindly use your brain, as long as you follow your orders. Sometimes it's better to think about something than your intuition. ”

Although these words are somewhat arbitrary, they do make a lot of sense in the current situation.

Fang Fang stretched out her hands and held my hand: "Mr. Xia, I only have one word, no matter when and where, as long as you nod and agree, I will not hesitate to go with you." At this moment, heaven and earth learn together, and in my lifetime, I will never lose my word. ”

I was touched by her sincerity and nodded slightly.

Fangfang is a good girl, whether she betrays Madame Han in the future or not, to me, she is a true friend.