readx;?“ Sha Lao Fist is a good person, and so is your grandfather. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Aunt Guan said with emotion.

Good people usually deserve good rewards, but there is also a saying in old Jinan, called "good people don't live long, and disasters will be 10,000 years". Good people are too kind, and the responsibilities they should take on will never be faked to others, so they live very tired, so that they die of depression when they are not too old. As for those who robbed homes and houses, killed people and set fires, they lived happily and wantonly, and they easily did not suffer from any depression.

The gold bar in my pocket was heavy, as if to remind me of a mysterious pact between my grandfather and Sha Lao Fist. That must have been a long, long time ago, because for as long as I can remember, my grandfather has become demented.

The cicada in the ice coffin hadn't moved for a long time, but it didn't make me feel at ease, but I became more and more worried, afraid that something would happen to it.

After a while, Aunt Guan said slowly: "Stone, what I want to say next is what happened in the hospital the morning before yesterday, you just listen, don't ask, because what I tell you is everything I know, no matter how big or small, nothing is missing." If you want to ask, what you don't know, I don't know. ”

The following is the entire narrative of the official aunt, I only record it directly, and there is no half fiction -

"In the hospital, I was relieved to see Dr. Tang here, the people of the 'God Hand' Tang family are well-known, and she is willing to help you, which is a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes. Those who do our line of work, as soon as they meet a master, they will automatically retreat, and this self-knowledge must always be necessary. Moreover, we also pay attention to sects, inheritances, and qualifications in our industry, and since Dr. Tang has revealed his sect, the Tang family's bone touching technique is an authentic sect in thaumaturgy, so I should leave. When I got out of the room, I didn't take the elevator and went straight down the stairs. After about five minutes, I was already in the lobby on the first floor. It was still early in the morning, and the automatic door of the hospital was not opened, so I went out through the side door. After a few steps down the stairs, just past the holly bushes, someone suddenly called me by my name, and it was my real name, Guan Yousheng. Few people know that name, and since my parents, relatives, and friends have passed away, many people don't know that I have such an elegant name, but just call me Aunt Guan, Sister Guan, Little Guan, and so on. People know my surname as Guan, but they don't care what my name is. In the vast sea of people, everyone lives in a daze, and the details of life have been lost. I have become a simple symbol in Qushuiting Street, and when people mention me, they only use the symbol of 'woman with the surname of Guan', and no one cares about what I think in my heart. Aunt Guan sighed faintly, and every time she said a few words, she took a puff of paper cigarette, and a cyan mist slowly erupted from her nostrils.

I looked at her face and whispered, "Are you sure most people don't know that name?"

The night was so quiet, and the sound of the gurgling spring came from the wall, adding a solemn and oppressive atmosphere.

Aunt Guan thought for a while and nodded affirmatively: "Since I married on Qushuiting Street, no one has called my name." Over time, in addition to looking at the household registration book and ID card, I forgot that I still have such an elegant and good name. ”

She rubbed her hands together and looked at the south wall. The blades of grass on the wall swayed, waving like a demon's strange hand.

The person who can give such a name must be knowledgeable, I guess the maiden family of the official lady is not a gangster, she must have been a flower when she was young, but she has been succumbing to this dilapidated old city.

I didn't ask any more, because there were many questions that Aunt Guan couldn't find answers, otherwise her eyebrows wouldn't have twisted into a big pimple.

"I turned around, and I didn't see the person who spoke, and when I was surprised, I noticed a long corridor filled with black fog five paces away. The promenade slopes downward, bottomless, and there are no lights on the top or sides. For some reason, the strange old 'go down and see' arose in my mind, and I immediately walked towards the corridor. At that moment, I must have been fascinated by something, and the only thought in my mind was 'go down and see', and I didn't think about anything else, let alone hang my hands and burn incense to protect my body. At that time, the people next to me were moving back and forth because I was moving sideways, and a few of them didn't even have time to close their feet and bumped into my shoulders. I didn't care about anything, just walked straight forward until I entered the black mist. I felt that the mist was wet and damp, as if it had just rained heavily in June, and it was steaming and irritating. I quickened my pace, just wanting to hurry through the black fog and see what was at the end of the corridor. According to the time estimate, I went straight for about ten minutes, and the soles of my feet traveled at least more than 500 meters, but the corridor still had not ended, and the black fog was still thick. During this time, I kept moving forward without the slightest pause. By this time, my mind seemed to have cleared up a little, my pace slowed down, and the obsession in my mind to 'go down and see' had eased somewhat, but it was then that I heard the voice calling me for the second time—'Guan Yousheng'. Then the voice giggled and ran away, like children playing hide and seek together. My newly sober mind was once again fascinated, and I trotted forward briskly to chase it out, and the thought in my head became 'Let's all play hide and seek' again. This process was repeated five times, and at the end of the day, I was so tired that I could only stagger to a stop, and as soon as I stopped, I collapsed on the ground and couldn't move......"

I know that Mrs. Guan has only been away for ten minutes, and there are clocks to testify, of which the error is no more than half a minute.

According to her account, she had been in the dark and misty corridor for at least an hour. The average person walks at a speed of about three kilometers per hour, and with the fact that she has been trotting forward, she would have been almost four kilometers away from the hospital in that hour.

The only possibility is that she encountered a "ghost hitting the wall".

From the perspective of modern materialist science, the so-called "ghost hitting the wall" means that people can't distinguish the direction when walking in the middle of the night, their self-perception is blurred, and their estimation of the direction is seriously deviated, so they always turn in circles. This is a hazy state of consciousness of people, who have lost their basic ability to identify geographical directions, which is equivalent to temporary amnesia and not knowing acquaintances.

From the perspective of idealistic metaphysics, "ghosts hitting the wall" can be explained in countless ways, and there are various ways to solve it.

The only thing I can't understand is that with the ability of the official aunt, even if she crosses the Xiaoqing River mass grave in the middle of the night, she will not be trapped by the "ghost hitting the wall", how can she be in the hospital this time?

"Stone, I know you're going to think of the 'ghost hitting the wall', but I know very well in my heart that this time is different. Normally, a 'wanderer' connoisseur like us will not encounter a 'ghost hitting the wall', even if there is a lonely ghost with a short eye and a wild ghost running into it, we also have self-defense techniques to crack it. Impermanence, impermanence, not even the most ferocious impermanence ghosts, are you still afraid of those headless, homeless, unworshipped, and difficult to enter the reincarnation of wild ghosts in mass graves? So, I still don't understand what happened at that time. Aunt Guan said.

"You've only been gone for ten minutes. I pointed to my watch, "It's true, it's only ten minutes." If I were you, it would take ten minutes to go down the hall from the ward and back again. So, instead of actually walking for an hour, you're stuck in place, your heart moving, your heart moving, your person moving. ”

Aunt Guan smiled bitterly and rubbed her hands: "You're right, but I also wear a watch, and I've been worrying about this for the past few days." ”

She rolled up her sleeves, showed off the old-fashioned plum gold watch she was wearing on her left wrist, raised her wrist, and looked at it.

Actually, the old watch is glow-in-the-dark, so you don't have to get so close to see it.

I glanced obliquely and saw that the hour hand of the watch pointed to one o'clock in the morning, but my own watch was just pointing to midnight, exactly an hour behind hers.

"It's less than twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, five minutes short. I said.

"It's less than one o'clock in the morning, five minutes short. She said.

This time, even I smiled bitterly. There was an hour difference in time between the two watches, and she had been running in the foggy corridor for an hour, could it be that she had inadvertently entered a black hole of double time?

"In the past few days, I haven't adjusted it, just to figure out where my hour of time went? I guess, now all the watches in Jinan are an hour slower than mine, and I am the only one living in a strange world with an extra hour. Aunt Guan wiped her mask with her sleeve, then put it to her ear and listened, the wry smile on her face deepened, "It used to be very accurate, and the error of a month was only a few seconds, but now I am an hour faster overnight, and I don't know what strange things will happen in the future......"

I don't know how to comfort Aunt Guan, after all, her Taoism is much higher than mine, and even she can't solve the riddle, I can't do anything.

It should have been a joy to live an hour longer than ordinary people, but the experience of Aunt Guan was so weird that the extra hour was like an endless nightmare, even if it was described afterwards, it was enough to make people shudder. If she hadn't escaped from the corridor in time, maybe time would have passed in circles, and it would not just be an extra "hour", but a day, a month, a year, or even forever, trapped and unable to escape, becoming a captive of the dark world.

"What's in there?" I asked, after a long time.

"Nothing, just a void, but in my mind, countless ghosts and spirits were jumping excitedly in the dark fog around me, as if a group of hunters had caught their favorite prey. I stopped there, and gradually realized that there was no turning back, because I was lost in a dark labyrinth. When Aunt Guan said this, she sighed unconsciously.

She must have been annoyed by her carelessness, so that she unwittingly fell into the trap of the enemy, to the point where it was difficult to ride a tiger. Thankfully, she's standing here now, not leaving the world forever, just like my grandfather did.

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