Relocation Brigade

It was a little crowded for three people to sit in the same row. Chen Ling bent over and stood up, walked to the last row and sat down.

At night, Beicheng fades away from the congestion of the day and becomes beautiful and quiet. The shops on both sides of the road are lit with sign lights, and the street lights of white magnolia are quiet and quiet, and also light up the road for passers-by.

After the commercial vehicle entered the city, it drove rapidly, and arrived at the Bayi community where the Lin family lived at 11:30.

The community is open, without gates.

Besides them, there was another van parked downstairs of Lin's house. Three young men were sneakingly lying on the car window, looking towards the floor of Lin's house.

Chen Ling's angle was good, and he could see a few large characters printed under the dim streetlights and pasted on the buttocks of the van at a glance: [-] column group.

He grabbed Wu Weiwei and pointed out the window: "The one you checked on your phone this afternoon?"

"Yes, it's Zero One Eight." Wu Weiwei lowered his voice, "What are these people trying to do? The pace is basically the same as ours."

"What else can I do? I want to use science to speak." Chen Ling doesn't like this kind of so-called "column group". Phenomena and oddities that have logical explanations.

Chen Ling put his hand on Wu Weiwei's shoulder: "Get out of the car and leave them alone."

Wu Weiwei was worried, "They won't follow."

Chen Ling said he didn't know, he looked up at Li Hongyu who had opened the car door: "Do you know them?"

"I know." Li Hongyu seemed to be very troubled by this column team, and said displeasedly, "Last year, they wanted to shoot the ceremony directly on the spot, thinking that they could promote the culture, so they agreed. It turned out to be good. Acting according to the rules, doing things rashly, that’s fine, and while broadcasting live, he used a joking tone to joke with the audience about some things we taboo.”

Chen Ling: "I'm not afraid of a stomachache."

Li Hongyu said solemnly: "The patriarch is kind and doesn't care about them."

Chen Ling: "The patriarch is merciful, so ghosts are not necessarily the case."

If you collide with something that shouldn't be collided, you will be unlucky if you are light, and you will be haunted by ghosts and ghosts if you are serious, and you will die suddenly.

The Lin family's house is not big, if the five of them go up together, it would be scary, and even noisy.

Li Hongyu changed his mind and said to the two brothers in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat: "You don't need to go up, brothers. I will tell you the details of the case later."

Fat and thin senior brother felt that it didn't matter, "Okay, call us anytime if necessary."

The people in the column team also saw the commercial vehicle and saw a few young people coming out of it, but they didn't take it seriously and continued to stay with the camera.

The two recent cases are really evil, with tragic and bloody deaths. Anyone who knows the cases in the forum and the community where the crime occurred will not discuss it as evil.

In line with the tenet that metaphysics is pseudoscience, they decided to investigate in depth to decipher those unrealistic remarks, and they found them on the so-called soul-returning night.

The person in charge of the column team squinted his eyes at the people passing by his van, and noticed with sharp eyes that one of them was carrying a copper coin sword on his back.

He sneered: "I thought it was a resident, but it turned out to be a few magic sticks."

Agui, a subordinate next to him, echoed: "So young, the Lin family must have been deceived." He rolled his eyes and had an idea, "Boss, why don't I follow and secretly take pictures."

The person in charge considers the feasibility.

A Gui said again: "Let's go up together, the goal is too big, and it is easy to be disgusted. If I am alone, even if I am caught, I can still say that I am a newcomer, and I just peeked out of curiosity. .”

The person in charge thought it made sense, and said to a little girl in the back seat: "Give him a button camera."

The button camera is specially used for unannounced visits. It is small in size and has a long service life. It is not easy to be found when it is attached to the clothes or directly hidden in the collar.

Agui took the video camera from the little girl, hid it in the breast pocket of his shirt, gestured to the person in charge, opened the door and jumped down.

The time was close to zero, and there was a dead silence in the corridor. Because of the blocking of the walls on all sides, the light was much dimmer than the outside, and it had reached the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

Fearing that the wake-up voice control would be exposed, Agui walked very lightly, his fingers tightly grasping the rusty stair railing, and he groped his way up.

He raised one leg and stepped on a flight of stairs, his trousers climbed up with the movement, exposing a section of his ankle.

After the hot and dry air entered the old building, it was slightly chilled, like a slender and cold hand rubbing against the skin.

Agui shivered, and his heart beat inexplicably fast.

This is not the first time he participated in the program recording with the boss, but it is the first time he feels flustered.

Swallowing, he stopped and listened to the voice upstairs.

After those people entered the Lin's house, they had been silent all the time, and they probably wouldn't come out right away... With this in mind, he clapped his hands lightly, and the voice-activated lights came on in response.

The moment the corridor was filled with white light, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step back subconsciously.

At the moment when darkness and light alternate, he, he seemed to see a person on the stairs...

Agui's heart beat faster, and he hit his ribs hard, causing pain, and his breathing was a little short.

He pressed his chest hard, took a deep breath with his eyes closed, then pressed the Bluetooth headset on his left ear, and whispered to the person in charge in the van downstairs: "Boss, you, did you see anything just now?"

The audio received by the person in charge is not very clear, sometimes mixed with black and white snowflakes, and the voice of the call is also intermittent.

After trying to discern what was said on the other end, he said: "There is nothing, go up quickly, didn't you say that Huihun Night starts at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, it's still a few minutes away, you'd better go up to the third or fourth floor filming on the slow stage between the two.”

When the night of returning to the soul arrives, the family members need to open the door to greet them, otherwise the deceased cannot open the door or enter the house.In addition, the favorite food of the deceased should be placed on the table, and lime powder should be sprinkled on the ground to judge whether the relative has returned.

These things, before coming, the column team has already checked.

So they don't need to sneak into Lin's house, they just need to squat on the stairs and take as many pictures as they can.

After receiving the order from his boss, Ah Gui was not so afraid anymore. He raised his head and chest, and walked up aggressively. When he passed the gate of Lin's house, he saw two small bowls containing things.

He took off the camera on his chest, took a close-up shot, left lightly, and continued to walk upwards.

As soon as he left, the door of the Lin family opened.

A clear voice said: "Uncle Lin, you can sprinkle the lime all the way from the door into the house, a thin layer is fine. Then light a candle at the door to guide Xiaofan."

Speaking in a decent way, Agui curled his lips, grabbed the armrest tightly, and slowly lowered his head, trying to take a picture of the talking young man's face.

Unexpectedly, that person was not at the door at all, but behind Papa Lin.

Agui was about to take two steps down when a bit of off-white lime powder was spilled from the house, falling down profusely and spread evenly on the ground.

He retracted carefully, found a suitable place to sit down, and wanted to wait for someone to enter the house before going down.

Father Lin didn't go back immediately after spreading the lime, but stood at the door, looking at the dark corridor below, and whispered: "Xiaofan, it's almost time, mom and dad are waiting for you at home. You need to stay a little longer...Mom and Dad really miss you..."

The voice of the middle-aged man was hoarse and shriveled, as if his energy had been exhausted. Every word was squeezed out from his chest and lungs.

Hearing that on the stairs, Agui felt sad and frightened, shrank his body.

The watch on his wrist was walking in the quiet air, and every time the second hand passed a small scale, it made a light "da" sound. The sound could not be heard by others, but fell on his own ears, like thunder, gravity Tapping in the mind.

Oddly enough, Agui started counting along with the second hand.

One, two, three... seven, eight... 31, 32...

When he counted to 180th, the second hand suddenly stopped moving. With the light from the outside, he saw that the second hand on the dial was shaking from side to side.

He shivered and tapped lightly on the watch cover.

The second hand stopped.

The voice-activated light above the head suddenly turned on, and the light stayed for only a few seconds before the light bulb went silent again.

Before he knew it, Agui's body was wet with fine cold sweat. He wanted to stand up and move his stiff limbs, but just as he flicked his wrist, there was a sound at the bottom of the stairs, that is, at the door of Lin's house.

He froze and his eyes widened.

There was an extra footprint on the ground sprinkled with lime powder illuminated by the corridor lights.

The five fingers of the footprints are distinct, the soles of the feet are not big, even a little small, very complete.

Immediately afterwards, about half a step away from that footprint, there was another footprint, one on the left and one on the right, just making a pair.

Agui held his breath, his heart skipped a beat, fear and coldness climbed up his fingertips, along his spine and arms, and penetrated into his body and viscera.

It's not an illusion, it's not a special effect, the footprints really did appear out of thin air!

The footprints on the lime powder are in a continuous row, and they have reached the gate of Lin's house.

The candle standing in the middle of the door suddenly flickered, and the orange light turned blue in an instant, as if someone had stepped over it!

After a short period of panic, Agui gradually regained his senses. He mustered up the courage, took off the video camera pinned to his breast pocket, and approached quietly.

Slightly adjust the position of the camera, and then place it in the corner below the security door of the Lin family.

The living room of the Lin family was quiet, and Chen Ling and the others had already hid in the bathroom.

According to the rules, when the deceased returns to the soul, relatives at home must avoid it to avoid collisions.

Wu Weiwei squatted on the ground, one eye stopped in front of the door, observing the external situation,

The stool in the living room was removed, and the bowls and chopsticks on the table moved accordingly. The three sticks of incense standing in the center of the dining table burned rapidly, but within 30 seconds, the incense burnt to the bottom.

Afterwards, a string of footprints stained with lime went to the bedroom of the Lin family couple.

The door was pushed open, and at this moment, a phantom appeared in the empty place.

Xu Ying squeezed into the room and walked around the parents' bed. The Lin couple forced themselves to close their eyes. Several times, they wanted to open their eyes and take another look at their daughter.

But Chen Ling explained that once they opened their eyes, the deceased would probably miss Yangshi and refuse to leave after being disturbed.

Papa Lin's heart was throbbing. He held his wife's hand tightly and felt a hand touching his forehead.

That hand was very cold, brushing across his cheek with a touch of nostalgia.

Mother Lin has always been timid, but today she is not afraid at all. She knows that everything she feels now comes from her daughter's touch, which is simply a gift from heaven to her.

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, her lips trembled, and the tip of a finger hidden in the quilt flicked, trying to reach out several times and grab her daughter.

The noise in the room quickly disappeared.

The bedroom door, which was blown over and closed by the wind, was pulled open from the inside.

The cool air passed through the living room and stopped at the door, it was Xiaofan waiting for the time to return to Netherworld.

Downstairs, the person in charge of the column group and others were together with their heads on the receiver display screen of the unannounced visit camera. The screen, which was fine before, suddenly jumped up and down.

The stationary furniture that was photographed distorted along with the picture, and even made rustling noises.

The noise got louder and louder, and finally, the entire rear seat of the modified van was filled with the rustle of electricity.

"Look, boss!" a thin young man exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, there was a small red dot there, and the small red dot gradually became larger, as if stuck on the screen.

It was a drop of blood.

Fresh, fresh blood.

The person in charge let out an "ah", remembering the purpose of the column team's trip, he forced himself to calm down, and stammered, "It must be, it must be Agui who put something on the camera, wait... wait When he comes back, I must take care of him!"

The others didn't speak, and they all saw fear in the eyes that looked at each other.

Upstairs, Chen Ling came out of the bathroom.

The souls of the newly dead for seven days are very ignorant, and their actions depend on a little bit of vague memory before they were alive. They often don't know that they are already dead.

Afraid of scaring Xiaofan's soul, Wu Weiwei and Li Hongyu chose to stay in the bathroom and play by ear.

Chen Ling couldn't see the soul that hadn't yet appeared, so he could tell the direction entirely by the yin energy on the opponent's body.

Walking to the security door, he called softly, "Xiaofan."

Agui, who was separated by the wall, was terrified, covering his chest and hiding quietly, he recognized that the voice was the same person who asked Papa Lin to sprinkle the lime powder before.

Chen Ling didn't know there was a mouse hiding outside, but seeing that the soul didn't appear, he called out again: "Xiaofan."

What first appeared was a pair of bare feet.

The feet were stained with blood, the ankles and the blue and white calf were on the top, and the white nightgown skirt was dark red, it was human blood that had been so cold but could not coagulate.

Xiaofan's neck was no longer bleeding, but the wound was split open, exposing the trachea and bones hidden under the flesh.

Her eyes were dull, her head was tilted at ninety degrees to the right, her fingertips were tapping on the side of her thighs, her lips were moving, and she was humming silently.

Chen Ling was startled by such a scene, suppressed his nervousness and long-lost panic, took a step forward, and handed over his ear.

It is mourning and joy.

What Xiaofan hummed was mourning.

Chen Ling retracted his neck, looked into Xiaofan's eyes and asked, "Xiaofan, where are your roses?"

Xiaofan's dull eyes changed.

She blinked lightly, and the corners of her mouth opened into a smile: "In July and a half, the gate of ghosts opens, hold hands, and be friends. In July and a half, the gates of ghosts open, hold hands, and be friends..."

Over and over again, just these four sentences are like ballads and tongue twisters, which make people have a headache.

Chen Ling called her name again, and asked, "Before you died, what did you see and hear?"

This is a very dangerous question.

Death is a taboo for both the living and the dead.

Just this one word can make Xiaofan who has not noticed that she is dead go crazy, stimulate her desire for life, unwilling to die, give up and go to reincarnation.

But Chen Ling has no choice, he has to find the clue of Zhi Rose through Xiao Fan.

"Rose, paper rose, bright red paper rose..." The smile on Xiao Fan's face twisted, "Only when I die can it become more beautiful. It is the decoration of my wedding and our token."

Chen Ling was taken aback, "You?"

Xiaofan's body began to swing left and right, a large amount of blood flowed out from the wound on her neck, and the sound of beeping and beeping broke the peace in the room.

In the bedroom, the Lin family's parents couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out scrambling.

The person standing at the gate was either their daughter or not.

It was a soul that had lost life and body.

Mother Lin was frightened by the man in the bloody coat and fainted on the spot.

Even Papa Lin, who has strong psychological endurance, also rolled his eyes and almost didn't raise his breath. It was Wu Weiwei who rushed forward, supported his fallen body, and kept massaging his chest to smooth his breath.

It didn't take long for Papa Lin to recover. The bloody daughter in front of him coincided with the person who was lying in a pool of blood that morning.

A man in his 40s burst into tears after a huge visual and mental stimulation.

The veins on Chen Ling's forehead bulged and jumped, "What are you doing out here! Shut up, don't make a sound!"

This crying, how can I stop immediately.

Papa Lin covered his mouth with both hands, and there was still a whimpering sound leaking out, floating in the living room full of yin, very strange.

Xiao Fan was attracted by his father's crying, and slowly turned his head to look over.

She seemed to be confused about the current situation, until she heard a voice say again, "You are dead, do you remember?"

Xiao Fan was taken aback, the blood on his neck was flowing even more.

The dress couldn't bear the weight of the blood, and blood beads hung on the edge of the drenched fabric one by one, and then pulled out sticky red threads and fell to the ground.

"Am I dead?" She murmured, her eyes gradually brightened.

Chen Ling: "Yes, you have been dead for almost seven days, today is the night of returning to the soul, you come back to visit your parents."

Xiaofan's eyes started to bleed, he was mad, and his voice was still weak: "How could I die, I'm already in the third year of high school, and I will be able to take the university entrance exam in one year, why would I die..."

Chen Ling couldn't bear it, but said directly: "You picked up a paper rose on the road, and there was magic on the paper rose, and you were killed by someone."

"Paper rose, where's my rose?" Xiao Fan's neck didn't move, but his eyeballs moved to the left, only a little pupil was exposed at the corner of the eye.

Chen Ling glanced at those weird eyes, and then again, unable to figure out how she did it.

"The paper rose is gone. Do you remember what happened before you killed yourself?"

"Remember." Xiaofan's tone was cheerful, with a paranoid expression on his face, "With it, I can find my lover, who is waiting for me not far away."

"Who is he referring to?" Chen Ling asked, "Have you seen it?"

"No." Xiaofan turned her head back and her pupils returned to their normal positions. She stood there quietly, like a floating duckweed, unable to find where she belonged or where to go.

The whole room was filled with a strong sadness.

Chen Ling broke the silence and said, "Why not? It's because you have no resentment, you can't stay in the world, and you went to the underworld after feeling the pull. Right?"

"Hell... I remembered." Xiao Fan suddenly smiled happily, "I want to find him, but I don't have a wedding dress, so I can only cut my neck and stain my nightdress red with blood. "

She smiled brightly, and asked with some expectation: "Do you think my skirt looks good?"

Chen Ling shook his head, "It's not pretty."

"Why is it not good-looking?!" Xiao Fan asked sharply, his eyes turned as red as blood.

"Because there is a difference between the color of blood and the real wedding dress, you should ask the person you want to marry for a real wedding dress." Chen Ling said calmly, but he was a little anxious in his heart.

Xiaofan's mentality seemed to be affected by his body, he was very confused, irritable and irritable. After asking for a long time, he didn't have any substantive clues.

He looked at Li Hongyu who was standing with Wu Weiwei: "What should I do?"

Li Hongyu thought for a while and asked, "Try the Purifying Mantra?"

Taoist spells more or less have the effect of exorcising evil spirits, if not grasped properly, Xiaofan may be wiped out on the spot.

Chen Ling didn't dare to take any risks, so he had to induce again: "Xiaofan, your fiancé hasn't arrived, why don't you tell me the location, and I'll help you find him?"

"I do not know."

"Can you hear his voice?"

Xiao Fan shook his head and began to repeat over and over again, "Can't, can't..."

Chen Ling sighed and looked at Papa Lin: "Uncle Lin, do you have anything to say to Xiaofan?"

Papa Lin was in pain and fear. He wiped his eyes wet with tears indiscriminately, and stood up with the strength in Wu Weiwei's arm.

He took a step forward, hesitant at first, then suddenly quickened his pace, and threw himself in front of Xiaofan, his trembling voice was full of longing for his daughter.

"Xiaofan, I'm dad, see if dad is okay."

Xiaofan mobilized his stiff facial muscles, showing a puzzled expression.

Seeing that his daughter seemed to recognize him, Father Lin almost cried out. He tried his best to hold back, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, holding one of his daughter's.

That hand was covered with blood and no longer felt warm, but it made him feel extremely at ease.

"Xiaofan, mom and dad have always missed you, how are you doing over there, are you eating well, are you dressed warmly?"

Xiaofan didn't speak, his eyes were focused.

Father Lin smiled, took his daughter's hand and put it on his face, the sticky and smelly blood stained his skin, "I remember when you were just born, Dad was so happy that he didn't fall asleep for three days I can't help getting up in the middle of the night to look at you, hold your little hands, and touch your warm little face. You don't even know how to open your eyes, but you already know how to hold on to your father's fingers... "

"Fate is really strange. It gave us the fate of father and daughter, but took it away halfway. But it doesn't matter. If you miss your parents in the future, you can dream about it. My mother and I will visit you... the time spent together in this life It's too short, in the next life, in the next life, you will still be my father's daughter, okay?"

At the end, Papa Lin's voice was almost choked up. He lowered his head and wiped away his tears with his arm, then raised his head, smiling again.

"Xiaofan, can I say goodbye to my father before I leave?"

"Just one sentence, okay?"

"One sentence, really just one sentence... Dad, please, please..." Father Lin felt a dull pain in his heart, he couldn't figure out why it was Xiao Fan from their family.