Director Ma meets a ghost

Chapter 2

This is bound to be a sleepless night.

Director Ma called for help for a long time, but there was no one there.Only the thing that took a long time to crawl out, I don't know if it's a man or a ghost, whether it's a man or a woman, stared at him curiously, "Brother, are you okay?"

Director Ma pinched his thigh severely, and silently closed his eyes. "Guanyin Bodhisattva bless you, my wife, if you have any dissatisfaction, just tell me directly, why are you scaring me like this..." He took a few steps back tremblingly, turned around suddenly, and ran away.

The thing called him from behind, "What's the matter, what's the matter, why are you running, brother?"

Director Ma turned around and almost sat on the ground again.

The thing had no legs, and followed him lightly, without taking a step off.

Director Ma simply didn't run away, he panted, "You, what the hell are you?"

"Brother, we met for the first time, how can you slander me so much?"

Director Ma finally saw it clearly, it was a man with long hair reaching his waist, and his smooth forehead looked like a man from the Qing Dynasty.

This person was thin and thin, with a sullen white face, and the outline was so blurred under the moonlight.

Director Ma rubbed his eyes, could he be dreaming?But it hurts just now!

"Brother, don't get me wrong, I'm from Luoyang, and I went to Beijing to take the exam." He raised his chin and looked around, "Tsk, I don't seem to know this way?"

You know ghosts!A neurotic, running around here in the middle of the night without sleep is scary, and wearing roller skates.Director Ma shook his sleeves, thinking that he has never been lower than 80 since he was a child, and he has memorized the law of conservation of mass fluently. As an out-and-out atheist, he was really ashamed just now.

"Ahem, you go out that way. The door is not open now, so you just turn over." Director Ma kindly showed him the way, and secretly took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Should he call 120 or call 110? What about [-]?Before he could think it through, that person stood outside the door with a whoosh. "Then what?"

"Then...then..." Director Ma sweated, how can this be explained?Is this door iron?Did he float there standing up?Are you blind?

No matter how drunk Director Ma was, he woke up with fright.He saw that white-faced man, although he was smiling, but no matter how he looked, he looked like a ghost, and he said that he would not do anything wrong, and he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but he never heard of turning over in the old cemetery in the middle of the night, would it be possible? hit a ghost...

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The other party seemed to hear something funny, and laughed loudly, "Don't be afraid, brother, I'm naturally a human being."

Director Ma pouted on the ground, "Where's your shadow?"

At this moment, the moon was perfectly round, big and bright, and Director Ma was separated from that person by an iron gate, but there was only a shadow lying faintly on the ground.

"Shadow? Isn't the shadow... ah! What's going on?" The man jumped up in shock, but he jumped up all of a sudden, the treetops passed through his head motionless, and then he fell lightly to the ground. Still no shadow.

Obviously, he is a ghost.

The ghost squatted on the ground depressed for a long time, then raised his head and said, "I can't remember anything."

Director Ma was very patient, "Think slowly, what's your name?"

"My surname is Feng, and my name is Yi."

"Xiao Feng, this person cannot be resurrected after death. In my opinion, you'd better go and reincarnate with peace of mind."

"Brother, I was going to the capital to rush for the exam. I haven't passed the exam yet, and I have turned into such a ghost. How can I be worthy of my father!" After speaking, the ghost covered his face with his sleeve sadly, like It's like the figure in Huangmei Opera.

Director Ma took a sneak peek at Feng Yi. This man was wearing a blue gown with a collar, made of linen, loosely tied around his waist with a red thread, and he carried a jade pendant. Under the robe...he didn't dare to look.This Ganqing is still a ghost of the Qing Dynasty, and now it is the 21st century, his old father may have been reincarnated for two lives, maybe he is still a baby now!

Director Ma felt sorry for him, and he didn't look like an evil spirit. Why did he stay in the underworld until now, and didn't go to reincarnation?

"Well, you don't know something. Now I don't engage in stereotyped writing. If I want to honor my ancestors, I still look at my education background, that is, the college entrance examination, do you understand?"

Feng Yi shook his head.

"Forget it, forget it, don't think too much, just go back and forth. It will be dawn soon, don't scare people anymore." Director Ma put his hands behind his back, shaking his official voice uncontrollably, " Things have come to this point, it is useless to entangle, since you are a ghost, you must have the consciousness of a ghost, do you understand?"

Feng Yi thought for a while, and then asked, "What the hell is going to do?"

"Cross the Naihe bridge and drink Mengpo soup, you should know better than me."

Feng Yi drooped his head, pulled the braid into his hand and played with it.

Director Ma became impatient, "You should get on the road as soon as possible, I should go home too. I won't send you off soon." After speaking, he climbed over the iron gate and walked in the direction he came from.

This road must never be taken. Let’s take out his wife’s grave tomorrow. Director Ma is afraid as he walks. Fortunately, this ghost has a bad memory. If he remembers how he died, he might turn into a ghost to take revenge on the society. up.

After walking a long distance, Director Ma dared to turn his head. Seeing Feng Yi still standing by the door in a daze, he couldn't help sighing. It's not easy to be a ghost these days!

When he got home, Xiao Chen came up to him from a distance, "Director, you are back, I still want to go back to find you!"

"It's a good thing you didn't go, I met a ghost!" Director Ma whispered, covering his mouth, "It's in the Martyrs Cemetery, it was buried and crawled out of the ground!"

Xiao Chen was stunned, "Hehe, Director, look at you, are you drunk? Next time, you must wait for me to drive you. If something happens, how can I explain to the bureau!"

Director Ma guessed that he didn't believe it, and waved his hand, "Okay, you can go back soon."

Xiao Chen watched him take out the key and open the door, and then started the car.

Director Ma was tired all day and didn't even bother to take a shower. He kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed reeking of alcohol.

The window was not closed tightly, and the night wind blew in, the sweat on his body would be cool. Director Ma shivered in a daze, and shouted uncontrollably from sleepiness. Without fear, he turned over and snored while hugging the quilt.