Maybe for a long time, no one would believe his words, even the people in his own family, which made Uncle Meng a little disheartened. He was very angry, and he didn't bother to explain too much to others, so he kept sulking silently by himself. When I told him I believed him, it was very sincere, and he began to show excitement and joy, but soon returned to that skeptical expression.

Uncle Meng said to me, "Young man, you're not comforting me, are you?" For so long, no one would believe what I said. I also smiled and said, Uncle Meng, don't worry, this thing is a coincidence, I originally just came to help Meng Dongxue take care of you for a while, but I didn't expect you to be involved in a ghost matter. And to tell you the truth, I myself eat this bowl of rice.

After saying that, I opened the canvas satchel I was carrying, took out the things such as charms, tokens, wooden figures, gossip mirrors and other things to show him, and then told him, now you should believe it, I am in this industry, so I believe everything you say, and I believe it very much, because I know that you are not lying. What my aunt told me just now, I knew as soon as I heard it that you were definitely hitting a ghost.

Uncle Meng's expression became happy again, it is estimated that in the past few days, only today is probably the happiest time for him, it sounds ironic, this happiness is actually brought by me, a stranger who visited for the first time.

Uncle Meng said, "Oh young man, if you believe me, I'm so happy." But it's useless to be happy now, and my job is finally out of the way. In the dialect of eastern Sichuan, "get rid of" means "lost". So I said to Uncle Meng, work is another matter, and since I know about you today, I will give you an accurate answer. I'll help you investigate the ghost you hit on the railroad. You have a conclusion in your heart, even if others don't believe you, what can we do, we live our own lives, how can we be controlled by other people's words. If people don't believe it, just let them not believe it, you are at ease, and the knot in your heart will be untied, and I can be regarded as living up to Meng Dongxue's entrustment.

So I asked Uncle Meng about the situation, which was basically the same as what my aunt told me before. It's just that if I want to carry out an investigation, first, I won't be able to take care of Uncle Meng at home, and secondly, he told me that because the management has become more and more standardized in the past few years, the section of the track where I hit the ghost is already close to the station, and the surrounding is covered with barbed wire, if you want to go in, I'm afraid it's not easy, you need to take a detour and walk a long way, and then go back to the railway. And there will be more staff in that place, and if people see strangers on the railroad tracks, they will also stop them.

I thought about it and asked him, how many employees are in your unit, and how many people are patrolling on this railway? Uncle Meng said that there are actually a lot of people, about a dozen people in each shift, and each person is in charge of one of them. Coupled with his own departure, his position has been replaced by other workers, and if I were to make a detour to the section where the incident occurred, I would have to meet at least four or five of his workers along the way.

I asked again, "Do they have to be on guard day and night?" Uncle Meng shook his head and said that there will be more people during the day, but at night, because there are fewer trains, there will be fewer people on patrol, but there will always be people. I said that's good, I can pretend to be a railroad worker, wrap it tightly, try not to communicate with people, and I shouldn't be found out at night.

Uncle Meng offered to go with me to investigate, and he seemed to be full of curiosity and curiosity about my investigation. But I stopped him, although I knew in my heart that his illness was actually just an introduction, but if I encountered it again, it would inevitably make his anxiety worse. This kind of thing, let's let me, a professional god, do it.

Looking at the time, it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. By this time it was completely dark, but people had not yet slept. Since I didn't know exactly where the incident was, I asked Uncle Meng to draw me a simple map and asked him to tell me if there were any references nearby that were easier to judge when I hit the ghost.

He told me that just in the direction of the No. 9 pile to the No. 10 pile, the first indicator light and the location of the switch are. At that time, I was facing the direction of the factory with my back, and behind the railroad tracks opposite, there was a large area of dense plantations. There is no other reference. I simply drew on the paper with my feelings, and then asked Uncle Meng if it was right, and he revised a few more strokes from memory, and then handed it to me, saying that this was right.

The timing is right for now, I know the location, and all that's left is how to fool the railroad workers who are on patrol. So I asked Uncle Meng if there were any work clothes in his house? I need to borrow it to wear it, and it's probably easier to get through the trick by changing the skin. Uncle Meng said excitedly yes, and then happily went into the house to get me clothes. Uncle Meng's size is not much different from mine, I am just taller than him. So after putting on the clothes, the limbs are still a little tight, but presumably in the night, it is not a big problem.

At this time, my aunt also came into the house, and when she saw that I was dressed as a railway worker, she suddenly froze. I didn't explain much, anyway, Uncle Meng should have said it himself later. Seeing that it was not too early, and I would not stay at their house anyway, I got up to say goodbye, and before parting, I told Uncle Meng that no matter how this matter was resolved, I would definitely bring him back news. Then I left the Meng family.

After walking down the stairs, I followed the directions on the minimap and walked towards the front door of the unit. On the way, I met some people passing by in twos and threes, but no one looked at me more because of what I was wearing. That's because I'm actually dressed the same as most of them. Some of these people are in the opposite direction from me, they should be people who get off work after the shift, and some of them are in the same direction as me, probably the people I will deliberately avoid later. After walking out of the entrance of the unit, I did not follow the large group, but walked in the opposite direction towards the place drawn on the map, which could climb into the railway.

As I walked along the way, I met almost no one along the way, and the feeling of desolation became more and more desolate as I went, and at last there was no light at all, only the faint light of the houses of the people on the side of the road. I had probably walked about the same way, so I turned on my flashlight, turned to the left side of the road, followed a winding dirt path, and soon passed the end of the little village, and after climbing over a field of farmland and causing several barking dogs, I finally came to the side of the railway.

From a distance, I saw that there were two railroad tracks in parallel, which I knew. Because many stations become two to four after leaving the station, the direction of the train is controlled by the opening and closing of the turnouts. Since there are only two of them, it means that I am already far out of the station. It was pitch black, and although there was a moon in the sky, there were also clouds, so the moonlight was not bright, but it reflected the faint light, and you could see the swinging of the treetops on the opposite side, and the reflection on the railroad tracks on the ground, which had become very bright because of the friction of the wheels for many years.

According to what Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng said before, the side I am standing on at the moment is the side where Uncle Meng was standing at that time. So I just need to go in the opposite direction along the tracks. With that in mind, I put away my flashlight and started walking back. After walking for about two or three hundred meters, I came across the first pile. It says "15". I walked on again, my eyes getting used to the darkness, and I could see the outline of something. After about 300 meters, a stump with the number "14" appeared.

That is to say, the distance between each two piles is about three hundred meters. Maybe it's because of the proximity to the station, but the distance between them isn't particularly long. I silently calculated in my heart that if I continued to walk forward, then there would be more than two miles to go from the place where the incident occurred. The ground in front of me began to become much more open, and reflecting the lights from the station, I found that the railroad tracks on the ground had also changed from two to six or seven.

So I walked on, and gradually I heard the voice of someone talking, and when I looked towards the side of the road, there were two or three people dressed in the same clothes as me, squatting on the rocks by the tracks, smoking and talking. So I pretended to be calm and whistled past them, without stopping. It's a feeling of being a thief, but fortunately, those people didn't pay attention to me, and they thought I was just a co-worker who worked with them on this big night.

By the time I found the number 10 pile, I was walking a little slower. In fact, I was already very close to the station at the moment, and I could see the road clearly under the lights of the station. The railroad tracks under my feet had turned into a fan-shaped open six-lane rails, and if I was to find Uncle Meng's location at the time, I would need to find the switch and the traffic light. Fortunately, I found it quickly, so I quickly burned a few talismans on the ground while there was no one around, and then lit the incense of the terracotta and horses.

In an open environment, the direction of the smoke changes somewhat due to the wind. But even so, I easily found traces of ghosts on the second rail in front of me. The terracotta incense has been lingering there, and these are two messages that have been passed on to me.

First, there were indeed people who died here, and they died between the 9th and 10th piles. Second, my terracotta incense is not messy, which means that the ghosts here can be directly dealt with by my terracotta and horses.