Aoba Office

I always thought Chen Zian was making up a story. Most of the stories may be true, but they are just hearsay. He himself has never really encountered any of these supernatural events.

Just like when Matt met the female ghost Sasha that day, a group of people watching the excitement downstairs could brag to others the next day.

The behavior of Chen Zian's young men seeking death just now made me believe that he had never encountered a real ghost before, so he was so excited and took this matter very seriously.

I looked at Chen Zian's expression and guessed how true his words were, and whether he was pretending to hear something and bragging.

Chen Zian looked at me suspiciously, then looked in the direction of Wailing Grain Ridge, "Didn't you hear that?"

I didn't answer.

Zhuang Huai asked directly where he could eat.

Chen Zian rubbed his head and led the way.

I don’t even know what this village is called. Chen Zian said that there is a farmhouse here, and he is not just talking nonsense. It is just that this farmhouse is a bit shabby. The exterior walls of the farmhouse are beautifully painted, and there is a lot of garbage around. Inside, the walls are bare and the paint is mottled. It looks like it hasn't been renovated in many years.

This farmhouse is probably the only one in the village. There are not many people in the village, and most of them are middle-aged and elderly. At this point, they did not go to the nearby farmland. They ignored the chickens and ducks running around in the yard and did not shade the trees at the door. There is a table below to play cards, and you can lie down on the recliner and take a nap, which looks very leisurely.

The owner of the farmhouse is a woman in her fifties or sixties. Like most housewives of this age, she is a little fat. She had a pair of triangular eyes, and she was yelling at Chen Zian dissatisfiedly, speaking in the Huixiang dialect. I'm not in a dream right now, and I don't know what she's talking about.

Judging from the deserted situation in this farmhouse, her business is not very good, but she is very impressive, like a shopkeeper bullying customers.

Chen Zian talked with her for a long time before reaching an agreement. He turned to us and quoted the price, and explained: "It's past business hours and we haven't made an appointment yet, so she asked for more money."

Five dishes, two meat, two vegetarian and one soup, cost more than 800 yuan. When the dishes were served, they didn’t look good and tasted average. They were either salty, bland or burnt.

Chen Zian turned around and wanted to say something to the boss, but the boss was nowhere to be seen, and no one came after shouting several times.

We handed over the money first.

"Just deal with it casually." Zhuang Huai said calmly.

Chen Zian was not very happy. The meal was shared equally among four people, and it cost two hundred per person. He felt very sad when he paid.

"Does this shop do business here?" Lu Qiaolan ate half a bowl of hard rice and put down her chopsticks.

"I don't know. Anyway, it has been here for many years. Her family farms and raises pigs. It doesn't matter if there are people or not." Chen Zian said.

We just ate something to relieve our hunger and prepared to leave.

The boss was in the yard next door. I don’t know if she heard the noise or installed surveillance or something. As soon as we went out, she also came out of the yard next door and stopped us.

She spoke in a dialect again, which only Chen Zian could understand.

Chen Zian's expression changed and he started arguing with her in dialect. We didn't know what happened.

I pulled Chen Zian and asked him what was going on.

The boss shouted, and the surrounding villagers gathered over. Looking at this posture, even Zhuang Huai's uniform doesn't work here.

Chen Zian said angrily: "She said we didn't finish the food and wasted food, so we have to pay for it! Damn it!"

I glanced at the boss who held his head high. It seems that this boss is not only used to this method of doing business, but he is clearly out to extort money.

Chen Zian did his best and started scolding his boss.

Zhuang Huai frowned and said a few words to stop this farce. The boss pretended to be stupid and continued to shout in dialect. The surrounding villagers started booing without even looking at Zhuang Huai. Zhuang Huai's face was as ugly as Chen Zian's.

I was having a headache, so I thought I might as well spend money to get rid of the trouble. We won't be able to stay here for long. This is not the only bad thing happening in Huixiang, and we can't handle it at all.

When I was about to speak, I heard crying coming from Wailing Grain Ridge.

It turned out that the cry was the cry of a person. It was sad, very sad, and seemed to be nothing. At this moment, the crying became the cry of many people. It was really like the crying of a funeral procession, and it was very powerful.

I heard clearly and saw Chen Zian's expression change at this moment.

Chen Zian turned his head to look at Weeping Ridge in surprise.

This man really wasn't lying, he really heard the cry.

As soon as I thought of this, someone came out of the small building of the farmhouse.

We had just sat at the dining table in the hall and had a meal. We didn't pay attention to the environment of the small building, and we didn't know that there was someone inside just now.

The person who came out was a little old man. He was very short, maybe only 1.5 meters tall. He was very thin, with sparse hair and a long beard, but he washed it like his hair.

He trotted out somewhat comically, waving his hands and shouting something in dialect.

The imposing boss and those who were watching the excitement were stunned, and they all showed a strange look.

The boss waved his hand, said something to Chen Zian, stepped forward to help the old man, and was about to enter the small building. Depending on the circumstances, this matter ended inexplicably.

She was about to leave, and everyone else was also leaving, going back to their homes, no longer staying on the dirt road, or even sitting in front of their homes.

My heart moved and I called out to the old man, "Uncle, can I ask what happened? Is it related to the crying?"

Although people here all speak dialects, they don’t really understand Mandarin. This idea should no longer exist among people who cannot understand Mandarin at all.

The old man and the boss both stopped and looked at me in surprise.

"I can hear it. Can I ask what's going on?" I affirmed first and then asked the question.

The old man looked complicated.

The boss was a little flustered.

Chen Zian's expression was excited and he said a few sentences in dialect.

The old man looked at Chen Zian, ignored him, and said something to the boss. The two of them whispered, and finally the boss looked at us reluctantly.

"Okay, you guys come in and sit down." The boss spoke in standard Mandarin. Her tone was hard and her face looked disgusting.

I didn't pay attention and followed the two of them into the small building again.

The rest of our dishes were also placed on the dining table.

The boss supported the old man and sat at the dining table.

We have no choice but to sit at this table as guests please. However, anyone who sees those leftovers and thinks of this bad consumption experience will not be happy.

The old man seemed to see something and pushed the boss. The boss was reluctant, but he was very agile. He took a tray and took away all the leftovers.

The old man ignored the grease on the table and said before the boss came back: "Young man is from out of town?"

He still has some accent in his speech, but it's not like a dialect that is completely incomprehensible.

"Yes. My friend disappeared here. I came to find her." I said frankly.

The old man sighed, "Oh, I encountered a ghost and hit the wall."

"Uncle, can you help us? I just want to find my friend. If found, we will leave immediately." I said, but this sentence already contained a threat.

In less than two days, I have lost my good impression of the Huixiang people, so naturally I cannot be too polite.