The years of reselling the haunted house

It may be that after we left, the troubles in the village were gone. When we came back here again, we found that the village was full of smoke, and there was a smell of rice everywhere.In the village, children are often seen running around, chasing and playing.

This kind of scene is the real world, and it is even more reassuring to watch.

After a lapse of one year, the overall layout of the village has not changed much.According to my previous impression, I took Pang Dahai to the old stall's house to find it.

We walked around the edge of the village, from the beginning to the end of the village.Since this village is relatively remote, there should be few strangers usually coming.As soon as Fatty and I walked in the village, the villagers felt surprised, stopped what they were doing, and stared at us.Those children even followed behind us, singing and dancing.

I don't really like being looked at that way, but Fatty likes to be lively, and he would turn around to tease those children from time to time.

I urged Pang Haihai to leave quickly in a low voice, and when he was about to reach the end of the village, most of those children suddenly dispersed.Only two or three children aged six or seven were left there.

I knelt down and asked the three children: "My little friends, let me ask you, is there an old stall in your village? You should call him Grandpa Tan..."

One of the little boys pointed in the direction away from the village: "He's not Grandpa Tan, he's Old Ghost Tan, he lives over there..."

Before the little boy could finish his sentence, a few people rushed out from the village and took the three children away without saying a word.Look at those people who are the parents of these children.

The fat man looked very strange, and asked: "Boss, what's wrong with these people? They all ran away after following them all the way here. It seems that there is something in front of them that scares them? Also, why are they called Lao Tan?" Is the head an old ghost?"

After thinking about it, I understood, and explained to Pang Dahai: "Do you know who the old stall we are looking for is?"

Pang Dahai said: "Didn't you tell me that he is some kind of bone picker?"

I nodded: "Bone pickers are a trade and a profession in our eyes. Especially this profession also belongs to the six small Yinmen. But in the eyes of these ordinary villagers, the old stall is just a whole day A weirdo who deals with corpses and dead people. When cliff burials were carried out here some time ago, the dead bones he picked were all separated from flesh and blood. It sounds disgusting. You say that such a person who works with entities every day is called Tan Laogui couldn't be more suitable. Who would like to be his neighbor, and who would like to contact him when he is free?"

Pang Dahai suddenly realized: "Oh... no wonder they took all these children away in a hurry."

I pointed to the front and said, "So the place where the old stall lived was far away from other residents in the village. If I remember correctly, it should be in front."

When we got here, we were almost outside the village.There are few villagers' houses around, and there are some broken bricks and tiles scattered around, and weeds are all over the feet.

After several times of identification, I felt that I should be going in the right way.This place seems to be more desolate than the last time I came here.

Sure enough, we walked forward about 100 meters, and a house far away appeared in front of us.

I quickened my pace, and when I was about to reach the house, I suddenly heard a muffled sound of a horn.

The sound of the trumpet was low, almost inaudible, but it sounded like a stone had been pressed on the chest of a person, and he couldn't breathe.

Pang Dahai was taken aback, and said, "Boss, why do I sound like a mourning horn? Isn't this thing played during funerals?"

"The mourning number?" I know that the customs are different in different places, but the funeral process is similar.Although there will be differences, the overall tone is a sad and sad tone.

The mourning number that the fat man mentioned sounds a little familiar to me.It is usually heard at a funeral or funeral.

My heart sank, the sound of the trumpet clearly came from the old stall's house.

"Boss, isn't this old stallhead dead?" Pang Dahai asked suddenly.

"Don't talk nonsense. How is it possible, the old man is tough..."

I threw out a sentence, quickened my pace again, and brought Pang Haihai to the door of the old stall.

There was indeed a piece of white cloth hanging at the gate of the old stall's house.The ear-piercing sound of mourning horns came out from the yard, one high and one low.

I was so anxious that I didn't have time to knock on the door, so I pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Facing him in the yard, he saw a black lacquered coffin directly.In front of the coffin is a portrait hung with a black cloth.Three sticks of incense and an ever-burning lamp were lit in front of the portrait.

In the portrait, the old stall was wrinkled and serious.

Is the old stall really dead?

My head buzzed.We were here at the time, and we lived and died together with the old stall. The feelings that came out of the adversity cannot be expressed in words.And the old man, although he is engaged in such a cold-blooded profession, he is still a good person, and his heart is also very kind.He also took good care of me. Before leaving, we ate the pancakes he made himself, but he said that the time was too short and we couldn't perform well.He said that one day he would stop doing this business, and he would definitely go back to his old business, and he would make pancakes for me.

I also joked at the time that unless you change your hands, who would dare to eat the pancakes spread by your hand picking bones?

The jokes at that time are still in my ears, but I didn't expect that there will be a separation between yin and yang this time?

The lid of the coffin fit tightly on top of the coffin, and the inside could not be seen.Sitting next to the coffin was a half-child who looked less than 20 years old.The boy was wearing a plain suit and was blowing a horn. The whining sound of the horn came from here.

Apart from the two of us and this young man, there was no fourth person to be seen in the whole yard.

Chapter 534 Doubtful Points

I was very puzzled, when I came last time, the old stall said he was alone, and I did not see anyone else there, so who is this guy?

With a belly full of doubts, I stepped forward.Anyway, let Pang Dahai pay respects to the portrait of the old stall first.

The young man was blowing vigorously by himself, very engrossed.When we got close, he seemed to have suddenly discovered me and Pang Dahai. He was so frightened that the bull horn in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He jumped up from the stool and asked stutteringly, "You...you...how..."

Evidently he hadn't expected anyone to come.I hurriedly waved my hand and said, "We are friends of Mr. Tan, and we came to visit him. Why... did he... die?"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "It turns out that he is a friend of the master. I'm really rude."

When I heard it, I asked, "Master? Master Tan is your master?"

The boy nodded.

I questioned, "Why didn't I see you when I came last time? When did Mr. Tan accept an apprentice?"

The young man smiled wryly, with a sad expression on his face, and said: "I have only been a teacher for three months. I wanted to be filial to Master and serve Master, but who knew that Master, an old man, suddenly contracted a serious illness and passed away the night before yesterday. The crane has traveled west..."

As the young man spoke, he reached out and wiped away his tears.

Pang Dahai and I looked at each other, I was very annoyed.First I felt sad for the death of the old stall, and then I regretted that we came a step late.

I looked at the guy, he was fair and clean, looked a little frail, and had delicate features.

I asked curiously: "Are you learning how to make pancakes from Master Tan?"

The boy shook his head: "I'm learning to pick bones."

I was very surprised, in my opinion, how can anyone be willing to learn the art of picking bones?I never dared to associate this handsome young man in front of me with the profession of picking bones.

So I asked the guy again: "You are a young man, how could you think of learning the skill of picking bones?"

The guy smiled wryly and said: "No way, the living conditions at home are not good. I just want to learn an unpopular craft, which others don't know. In this way, I can make a living in the future... Master also doesn't want this craft to be in his hands Lost, just met me, the master accepted me."

I asked again, "What's your name?"

The boy said: "I was small when I was young, and my family was poor. The villagers didn't like me and called me a little fly."

"Xiaoyingzi, that name sounds nice."

The little fly smiled bitterly: "It's the fly of a fly."

I am a little dumb, such a good person, who wants to be called this name.It seems that this little fly is really unpopular.

"Little fly, let me ask you, before your master left, did he tell you anything? For example, if there is any important thing for you, who will you hand it over to?"

I was a little anxious. Before I came, I thought of many possibilities to meet the old stall.We wanted to get Jiaqing Tongbao back, and I also thought that the old stall owner might renege on his debts, and it would inevitably tear his face.

But I never expected that we didn't even see the face of the old stall, but saw a dead body.

So I couldn't wait to ask Xiao Feizi, maybe the old stall owner is more polite, and maybe he has arranged the funeral.

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Yingzi heard my question, he shook his head and said: "No. Master knows that his time has come, so he just entrusted me to help him take care of the funeral. He didn't say anything else, and he didn't say a few words before..."

The little fly was talking, squatting down alone, throwing a few pieces of paper money into the brazier in front of the portrait in front of the coffin, and filling the porcelain dish of the ever-burning lamp with some kerosene.

I scratched my head, this happened so suddenly, I really didn't want to accept this reality.But the coffin is right in front of you, let alone life and death, no one can stop what happened.

I squatted down, helpless.

Pang Dahai approached me and said in a low voice: "Boss, don't you think this happened a little suddenly? This old man...he will never die sooner or later, but he died when we came to collect debts from him..."

I listened to Jingling for a while, and stopped Pang Haihai from continuing.The deceased is the greatest, and it is not authentic to say that in front of the coffin of the deceased.

But Pang Haihai's words also made me doubtful.

This happened so suddenly, even Pang Haihai could see something strange, so I can't be stupider than this fat man.It's just that I have made friends with the old stall, and I can't believe that he can joke about his own life and death.

I glanced at the black coffin, walked up to the little fly who was burning the paper, and asked, "Little fly, we have had contacts with Mr. Tan, and we feel very sorry for what happened to Mr. Tan. Since we rushed to Come on, we want to stay here to watch the night for Mr. Tan, do you think it's okay?"

Little Fly was obviously taken aback when he heard my question, then hurriedly stood up and said, "It's ok. As you can see, my master didn't have any friends before he was alive. Fortunately, I, an apprentice, helped him take care of his funeral. Can you help me?" Come to help Master keep watch at night, Master will be very happy when he finds out about it. I also thank you on behalf of Master."

Saying that, Little Fly bowed deeply to me and Pang Haihai.

Afterwards, the little fly took us into the two old houses in the old stall.I know that among these two old houses, one is the residence of the old stall, and the other is piled with sundries.But now it has been cleaned up, and there are two single beds in the room.

Little Fly pointed to the room and said, "You guys have come from a long way, so take a rest in the room first. It's fine to come out at night to watch for Master."

I nodded, and Pang Dahai entered the room.The little fly closed the door gently, and went out again.

Pang Dahai saw the little fly go out, so he asked me in a low voice: "Boss, do you really plan to stay here to watch the night?"

I reached out and touched the quilt on the bed, and said, "Of course it is true. Your words reminded me that this incident happened too coincidentally. I have to check it out. And now, it seems that the suspiciousness of this incident is still there." Many, not only coincidences, but also many doubts, I also want to figure it out."

Pang Dahai sat on the bed and asked me: "Boss, what are the doubts, why didn't I see it?"

I pointed to the two beds and said, "When I came last time, there was no bed here at all. There was only one person in the little fly, but there were two beds here. It seemed that they were specially prepared for us. With him..."

As I said that, I pointed to the little flies outside.

Fat Dahai asked, "Little Fly, what happened to him?"

Through the window, I looked at the busy little fly outside, and said: "He said that his family's conditions are not good, and he is often excluded by the villagers, so he is not welcome. But he received us in a leisurely manner." , polite and proper, and speaking just right, this should not be done by someone who has never seen the world."

Chapter 535

Pang Dahai nodded, touched the back of his head and said, "Isn't that right? I was also thinking about it. The energy of this kid's speech has his own aura. Anyway, he is much stronger than my fat man. I am also thinking about it. I have worked as security guards in big companies and real estate, and I have seen the world."

I waved my hand: "Okay, don't mention your glorious experience. I doubt this little fly, and there is one more thing. I asked if Mr. Tan left anything before he died, what did he leave behind?" talk."

Pang Dahai asked: "Didn't he say he didn't stay? I can't rule out this possibility..."

I shook my head: "What I suspect is not the content of his answer, but the speed of his answer. I just finished asking, and he didn't even think about it, so he just answered me and said no. This is not in line with common sense, ordinarily He should think about it before he speaks. Also... did you notice what the little fly said just now? He said that we came from a long way, let us rest in the house first, and then go out at night."

Fat Dahai nodded: "That's right, that's what he said. Is there any problem?"

"Of course. After we came here, did we tell him where we came from? He didn't even ask, how did he know that we came from afar? The only possibility is that the old stall owner once explained to him But tell us where we might come for him, and tell us what he should answer us."

Pang Dahai scratched his scalp, calculated for a while, and said, "Boss, I am convinced. In such a short period of time, you can find so many suspicious points. If I were killed, I would never have thought that I would not be able to see it. But... Boss, let me tell the truth, what you said, I think about it now, and the doubts you said are all your guesses, and they can't be used as evidence until they are verified."

I smiled, raised my thumb to Pang Haihai and said, "You can do it too, Fatty, you have learned to think now. That's right, what you said is right, and my speculation can't bear scrutiny, so I decided to stay. Observe the little fly. Also see if you can find other flaws. I want to see if this old stall will go to great lengths to create rumors of his death because of a king's coin. This king's coin Is there really such a big temptation?"

"Then what are you going to do, boss?"

I waved my hand: "If it comes, it will be safe, don't be in a hurry, we will talk about it later."

Pang Dahai and I stayed in the house, watching the little flies busy outside.From the beginning to the end, apart from us, no third outsider came in to express our condolences.

I felt sad for a while, if the old man really died, it would be really a sad thing.The old stallhead actually picked bones and sewed up corpses for others before he was alive, so that they could be buried in the ground and reincarnated.This sounds like a good deed.But when it was my turn, except for a young apprentice, no one was willing to come to offer condolences.But this kind of thing is really not uncommon in modern life.There are many people who spend their whole lives thinking about others, doing things for others, and doing good things. When you commit a crime one day, you will be forgotten immediately.I have experienced with my third uncle for more than a year, and I found that this kind of warmth and coldness in the world, this kind of coldness in the world, can only be understood after a lot of experience.Isn't there a saying that says, taste all the flavors of life, and then you will know the warmth and coldness of the world.

So most of the time, I just like to hide in hotels and read books.Sometimes it is really only when the house is broken that I feel that I am the real me.I can't imagine, if I don't have a haunted house to break, if I can go back to the past.

Now thinking about the days before I came to Shenzhen, I really can't bear to look back.The third uncle didn't seem to lure me to Shenzhen, but rescued me from the fire and water.

Now I am extremely reluctant to contact outsiders, I always feel that the world is cold and everyone wants to put on a cover.The third uncle has no good way to enlighten me about this attitude, but he always teaches me to have a normal heart.

I knew nothing serious happened to me, it was just that my thinking got into a dead end and I couldn't find an exit.

The same is true today, Lao Tantou is a person worthy of my respect.

In my subconscious mind, I still can't accept that he came to cheat us for Jiaqing Tongbao.

But I stayed, wanting to know the truth, and even more afraid of knowing the truth.

At noon, the little fly ran to the kitchen and gave each of us a bowl of noodles.I couldn't see a wave on his face, and it didn't seem that there was any change because of our arrival.

However, my experience tells me that the more peaceful it looks, the easier it is for a large vortex to hide underneath.

The noodles that the little fly gave us had only a few vegetable leaves in it, and two small dishes of vegetarian dishes.

This food is not much better than when Chu Liuyan took us into the mountains to learn talismans.

Pang Haihai finished half a bowl of noodles, clicked his mouth, and asked: "I said we are here to express condolences to the old man, can we have some meat?"

I wondered what to eat in this place, and I was about to say a few words to the fat man, but when he finished speaking, he stared at the little fly.I immediately understood that the fat man can't see the heat clearly, this guy should be testing the little fly.

After listening to Pang Dahai, the little fly replied with a little apology: "I've been waiting for you two, my master taught me the secret method of picking bones, and I was clearly not allowed to eat meat. So I didn't prepare meaty food at home. If the distinguished guests need it , I'll have someone bring it to you."

Pang Dahai waved his hand: "Forget it, let's just eat two meals."

The little fly didn't say much, and took out the bowls we had finished eating.

After the little fly left, Pang Dahai also said to me: "Boss, you are right, most people are already angry when I say that. This little fly's expression has not changed, and his speech is still calm. He is indeed not an ordinary person." There are two situations for his reaction, one is that he has been prepared in advance, he has thought about it a long time ago, no matter what we say, he will not be angry. The other is that he has this quality himself. "

"What a little fly, people call it a little fly."

"Isn't that the same?"