Early in the morning, Boss Yang, as usual, got up early, cleaned up, made the stove, and prepared for the day's business.

At this moment, a man who looked like a merchant lowered his top hat and came to the store.

When Boss Yang saw someone coming, he looked up, "It's you, please upstairs." ”

The two of them went up to the attic, one after the other.

Hu Mingkang sat down on a bench, and Boss Yang stood aside and said, "Does the general have any orders to come over?" ”

Hu Mingkang knocked on Erlang's leg, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, took a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath, and then said unhurriedly: "Have you done anything in the past few days?" ”

Boss Yang continued: "Tell the general, in the past few days, there has been no new situation, and no one has come to me. It's just that the wind is a little tight these days. The departments have done a great job of investigation. ”

Hu Mingkang then said: "Hey! The party-state has raised a bunch of idiots, and until now, I don't know what these people are doing all day, I don't know what their plans are? If someone asks you about me, just say what I said, and I want to hear the report. Then, get up and go.

In the summer of the coastal city, the weather is changeable, making people unpredictable, just now it is still a clear sky, in an instant, the wind is everywhere, the dark clouds are thick, the sand is flying and the stones are gone, the street is only lit with dim lights, it is a stormy night, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, only pedestrians in twos and threes, holding umbrellas in a hurry, most of the people have long gone to bed behind closed doors......

The door of Boss Yang's shop had already closed, and in the rain of the night, a figure flashed outside the window, wearing a black raincoat, knocked twice on the door of the "Rong Ji" noodle shop, stuffed a small note through the crack in the door, and then left quickly.

Boss Yang came down from the attic vigilantly, picked up the note and opened it, only to see that it was written: "Shangfeng asked, when will you see your family, please reply." He habitually looked out through the crack in the door, and the visitor was long gone, and saw only the rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and under the dim light, the whole city was shrouded in a vast fog, and the black shadow circled around the small alley, and then, towards an old ancestral hall in the suburbs. A dark shadow followed closely behind, and then, too, disappeared into the night.

This ancestral hall is a three-way traditional building, the north side is against the mountain, the east side of a small river, the so-called mountain and water "feng shui" is good, there are two big camphor trees in front of the door, the canopy covers half of the courtyard, two huge granite drum stones on both sides of the gate, the black lacquer gate, the front section is the wing room, the middle is the hall, the ancestor worship activities were held here in the past, the back is the holy hall, it is the place dedicated to the ancestral tablet, there is also a partial room, it is the place where the ancestors eat and the elders chat and drink tea, there is a courtyard in the middle, All the buildings are connected by a promenade to form a building as a whole. In particular, it is full of tablets, and some people often see ghosts here, and few people approach the building during the day, and on this rainy night, it gives people an eerie and terrifying feeling, and the hairs on its whole body will stand up when they approach it.

Song Baixiong had three sons, the eldest son, Song Jian, who is 28 years old this year, heard that he went to Taiwan on the eve of liberation; The second son Song Wei is 25 years old, or when he was three years old, he was playing at the door of his house and accidentally got lost, and it is also said that he was sold by Song Baixiong's little wife, and his whereabouts are still unknown. The youngest son, Song Ping, is 24 years old this year, very delicate, with a little white face, who studied at Zhejiang University, but now he doesn't know where to go. ……

Still on the 194th day, the second-year students of the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Zhejiang University are in private public opinion, the student Song Ping has not come to class for many days, and then he did not know where to go, due to the turbulence of the times, no one went to the consultant.

Because people go to the empty building, no one has paid attention to this building, because this building has certain characteristics, and it is an ancestral hall, which is full of tablets, so it was not divided during the land reform, and it has been empty, and someone has never entered.

Because people go to the empty building, no one has paid attention to this building, because this building has certain characteristics, and it is an ancestral hall, which is full of tablets, so it was not divided during the land reform, and it has been empty, and no one has ever entered it.

A strange thing happened here last year:

Early in the morning, a suburban farmer took advantage of the starry night, picked a load of vegetables to the city to catch the morning market, passing by here, when people found him, he was dying, with a look of fear on his face, after timely rescue, although his life was not in danger, but the person became seriously mentally ill, and is still in the hospital, he kept shouting in his mouth: "Ghost! Ghost! All the doctors and nurses also pointed to the "ghost!" Ghost! You're a ghost! ”

After the incident, the vicinity of the building became more and more desolate, and wild foxes were infested even during the day. Since then, no one has dared to approach it, and they all think that there are "ghosts" in this house, and would rather take a long detour than pass by here.

Boss Yang wore a black raincoat, looked around to make sure there was no tail, and then took advantage of the dim light to run through the small alleys, and then walked along the uneven hillside path.

He stopped under a dead old tree in a barren field, a dense forest, and instinctively looked around to make sure no one was following, then he put a small note in a small hole under the tree, and hurried away.

At this moment, a hand reached out to the small hole, said that it was too late, and quickly took out the small note, and by the dim moonlight, his eyes swept away, and quickly put it back in its place, and quickly disappeared into the night.

When the rain stopped, the whole world was drenched, the moon appeared and disappeared from the clouds, and everything seemed so peaceful except for the unknown insect chirping. At this time, only the sound of "sand, sand" stirring the weeds could be heard, which startled away the sleeping birds, and a black shadow approached the old tree, reached into the hole of the tree, took something and turned away.

The black shadow took something and drifted away along the back mountain of the West Mountain.