Aoba Office

When Wu Ling's voice fell, the man stopped smoking and looked at the three of them again, his eyes falling on the camera.

After a few seconds, he nodded, "Okay. Come with me."

The man led the way and led the three people into the small door behind the Buddha statue.

Behind is the corridor, and there are doors on both sides of the corridor. There is an empty corner of the quadrangular corridor, and it looks like there is a backyard.

In this way, the area of ​​​​this temple is not small.

The man led Aoba's people into the first room on the left. There was no furniture in the room, just a table and a few chairs. There were teacups and teapots on the table, and a thermos on the cabinet beside it.

The man motioned for them to sit down, took a hot water kettle, heated the tea set, took a jar of tea leaves from the cabinet, and started making tea.

There is no brand pattern printed on the tea can, it is just a bare iron can.

While making tea, the man said, "The loose tea we have here tastes pretty good."

"Thank you." Wu Ling thanked him.

The man didn't prepare Kung Fu tea. After the tea brewed, he poured a cup for each of the three people.

Wu Ling took a sip of tea and put down the cup.

The DV was placed on the table, and the camera was positioned downwards, only capturing the man's entire face and most of his body.

The man still had a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't drink any tea. He sat with his body a little crooked and asked, "Are you the young man who found you last year?"

Wu Ling answered immediately, "Do you remember Mr. Dou?"

"Dou? I don't know what his name is. He's just a young man, a little taller than me. He seems to be a rich man, or someone with nothing to do. He came here to travel and stayed here for three or five days." The man casually said The cigarette ashes hit the ground.

"Mr. Dou said that he dreamed of a monk and asked him to send his head. The content of the dream was so simple, but it lasted for a long time and appeared very frequently."

"oh."

"Has anyone here encountered a similar situation?"

"Similar?" The man said with a strange expression, "This is a ghost attack. How many people can go against a ghost?"

"So, was a monk killed here?"

"That's impossible!" The man laughed, "I told him that someone is about to die in our small place, and that's a big deal! No matter what, we have to find the murderer and solve the case."

"It's possible that the monk's body was not found."

"This is even more impossible. We are the only temple here. We have to have monks, and we have monks here. No monk has disappeared here. Monks must be registered, do you know? Why should we go to religious management? Where registration is required, there will be a census every year, otherwise there will be no wages." The man took a puff of his cigarette and said leisurely.

"So, are there any legends or murders here?"

"Huh?" The man put down his cigarette and looked to his side strangely.

Wu Ling should be sitting in that position.

"Legend? Ghost story?" the man asked.

"Yes." Wu Ling answered affirmatively.

The man's expression looked like he wanted to laugh, but slowly turned serious and started smoking again.

After a while, the man's hand trembled twice, then he dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it.

He took out the last puff of his cigarette and said: "There are no ghost stories, but there was one murder you mentioned... It should have been right after the war, when the war was just over and the country was just founded. We have two people here. There are two time-honored tea shops, one is Tongrenhao and the other is Wanfuhao. The two opened in the same place and have always been in competition. During the war, the tea business was affected, and some men here were drafted into the army, and some voluntarily joined the army. Yes, there was no competition between a group of women and children. When the men came back, it started again... Later, I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know who started the fight. Both families started fighting. We called people, and more and more people gathered together. It was a fight, and seven or eight people were killed, but the police finally stopped them. There was a young son of the owner of Tongren Hao. He would never give up after beating his son to death. On the night of the funeral of the owner of Tongren Hao, the warehouse of Wanfu Hao was set on fire, and the owner of Wanfu Hao's house was also burned. Someone set the fire. However, the boss and his family all escaped, and the fire in the warehouse was put out. The daughter of the boss of Wanfu was burned and disfigured and died after jumping into a well. "

"Where are their bodies?"

"Gone long ago. Who knows. It happened so many years ago. If he had been buried properly at that time, he would have been moved to the cemetery now." The man's tone became lazy again.

"After the incident, there were no supernatural phenomena?"

"You mean it's haunted?" The man raised his eyebrows, "I told you there's no haunting here anymore. It's very peaceful. Otherwise, the incense in this temple would be more prosperous." As he said that, the man winked and started to dig out again. cigarette.

"Do you have any other clues that you can provide?" Wu Ling asked again.

The man sneered, "Clues? I already said it's not haunted. We're very peaceful here. Where can we get the clues?"

The camera moved.

There was the sound of a chair being dragged.

Wu Ling said: "Thank you for your answer just now. This is a small reward."

"Oh? You are very generous. Oh, that young man is very rich. How much remuneration did he give you?" The man took the money and stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it carefully.

"If you remember anything else, you can contact us at any time." Wu Ling did not answer the man's words and said businesslikely.

Aoba's people left the temple, and the scene turned into an outdoor street scene.

There was a clang, and the sound of a latch sounded outside the screen.

"What do you think?" Liu Miao asked.

"You need to go to two tea shops. There were fights, multiple deaths, revenge and a suicide, and it was not long after the war..." Wu Ling's voice was not loud, but it was very clear. It should be right next to the DV. "No ghosts have been born yet, so this place is really clean."

The video changes to fast forward playback.

The street view is just passing by, but you can still see the general situation clearly.

There are no ghosts and no yin energy. It is not prosperous, but it is also peaceful and tranquil.

When it reached normal playback speed, the screen stopped in front of an ancient building.

To be precise, it is a building that looks like an antique building, and the imitation is not very detailed. It is like a ticket office made by a tourist attraction, with a little twist to keep the style of the ticket office consistent with the ancient building behind it. The style is roughly the same, but if you look closely, it looks fake.

The signboard of this building is a particularly fake one - traditional Chinese characters arranged from left to right, and a specious seal that has nothing to do with the store name is placed in the lower right corner.

The camera moved away from the signboard and moved down to the front entrance of the store. After moving forward for a while, it stopped and turned back to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling raised his head and frowned.

The camera panned again and focused on the sign.

"Is there something wrong with this thing?" Liu Miao asked.