Raising ghosts is risky

Summer night, thunder and lightning.

A bolt of lightning pierced the ink-splashed sky, with a hint of bright red, piercing into the heart of the city like a blood-drinking sword.

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"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes, and I'll be back soon." Xing Zhan greeted the girl at the cash register and ran out of the teahouse.

Xing Zhan, male, 28 years old, single.

Earlier, he worked as an artilleryman for several years. He was tall and well-trained, and he looked thin when he dressed and took off his clothes.After retiring from the army, I was a fool for a while. When I was at my worst, I was selling pornographic discs on the street. I ran away when I saw the urban management. Fortunately, I ran fast enough to avoid being caught.Later, all kinds of businesses came in rotation, as a driver to run long distances to wash and repair cars, open a food stall to sell pancakes and fruits at night, and do door-to-door service as a repairman, claiming that no matter what you break, I can fix it.

After suffering enough, I managed to save some money. When luck came, I rented a shop with a comrade-in-arms at a low price and opened a tea house.

The shop is located in the antique and handicraft market in the old city. The market is not very famous, but it is not very lively, and the business is not bad.When people are tired from walking, they should take a break and drink some water, and the business of Xing Zhan Tea House will start.

So the younger brother Xing, who walked around the streets, became Boss Xing. He decorated the teahouse in an antique style, with nostalgic atmosphere of printed old cloth, elegant style of hollow wooden windows, and an arty name called "Shuiyue Family".Sitting by the window, soaking a pot of fragrant tea, watching the people coming and going on the Qingzhuan Street, the whole person is full of spring and snow.

In this market, Xing Zhan is still very famous, not only because of his upright appearance, three aunts and six wives want to find him a daughter-in-law, but also because of his righteousness.There was a time when several shops were attacked by thieves. Although they called the police, they were not caught yet. Xing Zhan couldn't sit still. He was walking in the street with a flashlight in his pocket in the middle of the night. A thief is climbing out of a shop window.Without further ado, he rushed up and took a flashlight to shine a light on the man's face. The moment the man closed his eyes, he neatly put the man down and twisted to the police station.

After the news spread, everyone in the neighborhood knew Xing Zhan. In fact, Xing Zhan thought to himself: This is nothing, that person is too easy to fall down after being hit, it is too addictive!And the most important thing is that he is worried that his family will be missed by thieves!

In short, seeing Xing Zhan climbed to the first peak of his life, he did not expect the biggest trouble to come soon.

It was still early, and there were only a few people on the street. Xing Zhan went out of the gate and turned left. Just a few steps away, a puddle of sewage fell from the sky.

Xing Zhan reacted quickly and stepped back, but it was inevitable that he got a little bit of it. He flicked his trouser legs: "Aunt Zhang, watch carefully."

There was a heavy rain last night, and water accumulated on the awning. Aunt Zhang was stepping on a small bench and poking the awning with a broom handle.

"Xiao Xing, get out of the way, it's coming again!" As she spoke, she tiptoed and poked again, pushing out another puddle of water.

Seeing her struggling, Xing Zhan shook his head, turned back and walked the other way.

But just a few steps to the right, several workers walked towards me carrying a big sofa.

"I'm sorry, brother Zhan, let me go." Xiao Wang, who sells root carvings, ran out of the shop and directed the workers to move in.

Xing Zhan looked at the long dragon-like tables and sofas behind him, and shook his head again, so let's go another way.

Straight forward, but no one blocked the way.All the roads are easy to walk, as if being forced to go this way, he murmured to himself, but he didn't think much about it.

After buying a cigarette, he lit it and held it in his mouth. Xing Zhan walked back and saw a locust tree when he looked up.

This big locust tree has been around for some years, and it existed before the market. Its trunk is thick and its branches and leaves are luxuriant. It is very shady in summer when it passes under the tree.But there was a crack in the branch of the treetop, revealing the bluish-white flesh, which may have been struck by lightning last night.

There was a shop under the tree, and there was a lot of rubbish in it. The previous shop had just moved out, and an old man was sweeping the floor with his back bent.

Xing Zhan took a deep puff of cigarette: "Uncle Sun, hire a small worker to clean it for you, don't torment yourself."

Uncle Sun is the landlord. He lived on the rent of this house when he was old and had no other business. I heard that he also raised a son who was not up to expectations, and his life was very difficult.

Seeing that it was Xing Zhan, Uncle Sun smiled and said, "It's okay, you still have to spend money to hire people."

Xing Zhan raised his head again, the leaves were rustling, and the broken branches were swaying in the wind, as if they would fall down anytime and anywhere. Then he saw that the old man was struggling to remove the dust on the cabinet with a feather duster, his thin hands trembling.

Xing Zhan took one last puff and extinguished the cigarette butt: "Uncle Sun, don't climb up and down at your age, give it to me."

He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, and took the feather duster from the old man.

The old man was very grateful, and went to sweep the floor again.

The shop was originally leased to sell antiques. Although it looked dilapidated and old, it was not too dirty.Xing Zhan only wore an army green vest on his upper body, his honey-colored skin was exposed, and his arms bulged out strong muscles when he exerted force. He was tall and big, and he wiped the dust neatly, and then wiped it inside and out with a rag. .

I was working so hard that I accidentally scratched a raised nail with my hand and cut a hole.

"Hiss!" He shook his hand in pain, covering the wound.

Although the wound was not big, it was quite deep, and a drop of blood dripped down.

There was a copper coin under the cupboard, and blood just fell on it.Like a drop of water falling on dry sand, the blood soaked into the copper coin, glowing red like a flame, fleeting, no one saw it.

Seeing that the wound was fine, Xing Zhan continued to clean it. When he got to the bottom grid, he saw a copper coin lying on the ground.

He picked it up and wiped it. The copper coin was rusty and of poor quality, with the words "Kaiyuan Tongbao" on the back.

"Uncle Sun, someone dropped a copper coin." No one responded, Xing Zhan looked back and found that the shop was quiet and he was the only one.

He yelled a few times, not knowing where the old man had gone, and he didn't care, he threw the copper coins on the counter and squatted down.

The copper coins rolled on the counter, rolled to the edge and just fell into the pocket of Xing Zhan's coat.

After finally cleaning a few cabinets, the old man came back with a glass of water and couldn't stop thanking him.

Xing Zhan was sweating all over, and gulped water unceremoniously.

"Thank you." The old man said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I picked up a copper coin just now, you put it away, just in case..." Xing Zhan looked at the counter, but there was no copper coin, "Hey, where is the copper coin? I obviously threw it away."

"It's okay, it's gone when it's gone."

"Damn it, forget it! Then I'm leaving."

Xing Zhan put on his coat, walked out of the shop, and looked at the big locust tree with broken branches. He took out his mobile phone and called the street, saying that a tree was about to break down.

It was almost noon, and Xing Zhan walked in the door leisurely.

The business of the tea shop is not very good recently, usually this spot should be the busiest, but now there are not many people here.

The cashier girl was swiping her phone with her head down, Xing Zhan knocked on the table: "Don't keep staring at your phone, isn't your neck sore?"

The little girl raised her head with red eyes.

Xing Zhan was taken aback: "Why, I just told you, is it worth crying?"

The little girl smashed her mobile phone to the side, and said in a crying voice: "Xiaohui lied to me about going on a business trip, but actually went out with that girl again, and asked me for more than 2000 yuan a few days ago."

Xiaohui is my younger sister's boyfriend, but he is actually a scumbag.

"How many times have I told you that this kind of soft food man was dumped earlier." Xing Zhan comforted, "You are so young, are you afraid that you won't find a boyfriend?"

"But...but..." the little girl cried.

Xing Zhan had a headache, and he couldn't do anything with the crying girl. Someone just happened to call for an order, and he hurried away with a yell.

The tea house closes at ten o'clock in the evening, and it is almost eleven o'clock after cleaning.

Xing Zhan lives in the innermost room on the second floor of the tea house. Although he is a boss and has a little spare money, buying a house is still far away, and he is afraid of trouble, so he simply lives in the tea house .

Entering early summer, the nights are a bit muggy, with no wind at all.Xing Zhan threw his coat on the chair, took a shower, lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, before falling asleep in a daze.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a touch of dark red in the dark room, which was Xing Zhan's coat.

As if something was brewing, it was faintly visible at first, and then suddenly burst into bright light after a few flashes, illuminating the entire room, and looked like a ruby ​​in the dark from a distance.

But it was only for a short moment, and then immediately returned to calm.

Finally, there was some wind, and the stuffy air in the room was slightly blown away. Xing Zhan turned over, scratched his chest, and suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes, and saw a pale boy about fourteen or fifteen years old standing at the head of the bed, looking down at him with a pair of black eyes.

With a thump in his heart, Xing Zhan picked up the electric mosquito swatter at hand and threw it over.