Generally speaking, the metaphysical world, especially those who deal with ghosts, regard the formation of ghosts as a kind of obsession gathering. Everyone's life is not strictly perfect. Social injustice and the warmth and coldness of communication often deviate from our expectations, everyone has something that cannot be done, there are knots that cannot be untied, and such regrets will form obsessions once they are strong. The composition of obsession is divided into countless situations, and one of the easiest to gather ghosts is resentment.

The size of the grievance usually determines the form of the ghost's existence, and the strength of its own abilities. In other words, the probability of a person who dies unjustly becomes a ghost after death is much greater than that of a person who dies of illness or old age, because grievances become a knot in the heart, and it becomes an obsession that is easy to drill into the horns.

Judging from what the young man said, I don't know if the woman in red died unjustly, but at least the death was very terrible. The lower half of her face was covered with blood, indicating that she had been hurt a lot before she died. And when she first appeared, she had told the young man that the dog was "someone bullied her" and "someone was going to kill her", so it is very likely that her death was not a normal death, but a murder.

Even in those years, murder was a felony. If this woman was killed, under the red flag, who would be so bold to pervert the law? This young man should be an educated youth who just joined the queue here not long ago, and he is not related to this female ghost, why did he find him? didn't even hide his identity as a ghost at all, but deliberately let this young man find out?

There is no conclusion to these questions.

The young man went on to say that he was struggling so hard that he peed out with too much force.

I couldn't hold back my snort, but suddenly I felt very rude, so I wanted to find a topic to diverge, but I couldn't help asking, how old are you.

The young man was obviously a little embarrassed, and he was a little angry because I didn't focus on it, he said that he didn't want to do this either, but the situation at that time was really terrible, not to mention that he was holding back his urine because he was struggling too much, I was afraid that others would suddenly see this scene and be scared to pee. The young man said, but strange to say, as soon as I felt the heat and wetness between my legs, the sense of restriction in my body disappeared suddenly, my body could move, and my mouth could make a sound, so I held back my strength for a long time, and suddenly I screamed loudly.

As soon as she screamed, the woman disappeared in an instant as if smoke had drifted away.

The young man said that he woke up all his roommates, and everyone turned on the light and asked him what was wrong, and he told everyone everything before, but he skipped the part where he wetted the bed, and after everyone listened, they sat with him for a while, and then went to sleep again. But he couldn't sleep at all, so he sat in the house all night with the light on.

The next day, he also took leave and did not go to work, and did not dare to stay alone in the empty dormitory, so he ran to the educated youth team in our village, thinking that he would not be so afraid if there were many people.

The young man pointed to the young man who came to me with him and said that the two of us were from the same place, so we could talk better, so I told him all these things. He said that there was a very powerful little master in this village, who understood these things, and also helped the people in the village to do a lot of things that could not be solved. So I asked him to bring me to you the next day.

I nodded, and then asked, then why didn't you just ask him to bring you to me at that time? The young man said that this kind of thing was not a glorious thing after all, and that it had happened for several days in a row, and that he did not believe that he was still so unlucky, and planned to try it for one night, but last night he could not sleep anyway, and his roommates in the same room had slept, and he was still lying on the bed with his eyes open, and his nerves were tense, and the slightest sound was enough to make him collapse. So he felt that if he continued like this, he would never be able to sleep, even if the female ghost didn't come to harm him, he was so nervous and had a nervous breakdown, and he dragged himself to death. So I thought about it and solved it as soon as possible, so today I asked this educated youth to lead the way and come to me together.

In fact, halfway through hearing this, I had already decided to take this matter, not only because of the excitement, but also because of the state in which the female ghost died always gave me a feeling of murder. And in a small village, if there was a homicide, it would have been known for ten miles. However, not only did the news not come, but the young man also met a normal funeral person, that is, this murder case was likely to be concealed.

I felt a sense of pleasure at finally encountering a big case, and if I could solve this matter and find out the truth, it would be one of my merits to punish the evil and promote the good, and I would also be able to solve a hidden danger for the people in the village, and if there was still a murderer living in the village, what a terrible thing it would be.

Driven by heroism, I stood up and said to the young man, "You wait for me here now, and after I go and pack my things, you will take me to your place."

So I brought some of the tools that I thought would come in handy this time, and I wrote a few spells in advance, so that I wouldn't have time to draw them on the spot in case I ran into danger. Then I stepped on my bag and told Aunt Xu that I would go to Sujiatuo, a neighboring village, and it was estimated that I would not be able to come back tonight, so we wouldn't have to wait for me for dinner. If Meng Dongxue asks me where I went, you will say that Su Jiatuo will help her educated youth comrades-in-arms do something small and let her not worry.

Aunt Xu agreed. Since that inexplicable quarrel with Meng Dongxue a few months ago, every time I want to go, if I can't go home on time, I will explain it clearly in advance, so as not to make her talk to me again. Then I followed the young man out of the door, calculated the time, it was almost noon, if I walked fast, I could still feel Su Jiatuo eating a meal.

The road to Sujiatuo is on the other side of the village, and it is not in the same direction as Aunt Xu's house, but because it is a machine farming road, we also avoid the danger of walking on the ridge. Because more than once when I was walking on the ridge, my feet stepped on the air and fell, causing a tearing feeling of ecstasy in my crotch. When he came to a small barren mountain, the young man pointed to the hillside and said that it was there that day that he had found the weeping female ghost.

When I looked around, it was a small hill on the side of the road, overgrown with weeds, and the area was so small that the villagers would not normally bother to cultivate the land. So if you want to go up this small hill, even a big man like me, you need to use both hands and feet to do it, because there is no road.

I glanced back at the young man and said, if I had been you at the time, no matter how enthusiastic I was, when I climbed the hill, I would have realized that something was wrong, how could you be so weak that you could climb the slope of a roadless hill at night. The young man scratched his head a little embarrassed, I understood what he meant, and I bet if I had cried that night, he would not have come to my rescue, wasn't it because he was a girl?

So we walked on, the young man yawning and his eyelids only half open. The bloodshot in his eyes was very serious, and it could be seen that he had not slept well for two or three days in a row. People who suffer from severe lack of rest are at risk of falling to the ground due to lack of oxygen if they are overworked. So I asked him if he needed a break, and he pointed to the front and said, "Come and sit there again." I asked him why he was there? It's all roads, what's the difference? The young man said that it was because that was the place where he saw the funeral party the next day, and at the same time saw the remains of the female ghost.

I walked along with him, and he sat down on the side of the road with his eyes closed, while I stood in the middle of the road and observed. Where I was standing, if I continued to walk forward, after about thirty meters, there was a big turn towards the west. Where I'm standing at the moment, I can't see the back of the turn. There are small dirt slopes nearby, and you can only see the houses in the village in the distance. And behind me, there is the road to our village. And the position in front of us is a long downhill, that is, the funeral procession encountered by the young man at that time is going uphill.

I walked seven or eight meters, looking in the grass on the side of the road. Indeed, I found some copper coins cut out of yellow paper, which should have been sprinkled by the funeral procession as they walked, which was for the living to pay for the dead in advance to buy money for the surrounding lonely ghosts. So I just looked at it and didn't pick up the paper money because it was too rude. Then I went back to the young man, sat down on the ground and rested for a while, and then we continued on our way.

After turning that corner, the number of people on the side of the road gradually began to increase. Sujiatuo is larger than our village, has more households, and the farmland seems to have a better harvest. Soon the young man took me to their dormitory. At first, when he told me about the dormitory, I thought it was that kind of building, but when I saw it, I found that it was just that it was still the kind of rural house, except that this house looked bigger than the average peasant's, and it was divided into almost four or five large areas, and there were four beds in each area. Because judging from the exterior wall, although it is not the red mud wall of the poor house, it is also relatively dilapidated.

Just as I stepped my left foot into the threshold, I suddenly felt a pain in the back of my neck, as if I had been stabbed by something, and I almost fell to the ground without standing firmly.