marry a ghost

Wei Shi remembered what Xu Laosan had told him about his seniors whom he had never met before, the fifth senior Fang Zhi, the former magic stick, and now the small police force in City B, although they are from the next city, they are all from the police system From here, I can always get some news, no matter what, it is better than Wei Shi, a student.

The call was connected quickly, Wei Shi first introduced himself, and the old man with a rough voice on the opposite side agreed to help Wei Shi investigate Cheng Yao's matter, and at the same time, he used a kind of low-pitched voice that was different from his voice. Tiaozi asked Wei Shi how his life was under Xu Laosan's hands.

Wei Shi was silent for a while.

This fifth senior brother was obviously gloating.

He must have suffered a lot under Xu Laosan's hands back then, no, he was almost mentally abnormal.

After making the phone call, Wei Shi looked at the rented room where Luo Zhiyong lived with complicated eyes for the last time. It wasn't that he didn't care about Luo Zhiyong anymore, but that Luo Zhiyong's yin energy was entering his body now, and his seal was turning blue. According to a living person, he was already terminally ill. It's just a few days.

To save Luo Zhiyong, unless Cheng Yao is found.

Wei Shi went to Lao Zheng's house.

Lao Zheng’s house is a two-story building that is very common in the countryside nowadays. There are two benches in the middle of the main room on the first floor to drive a door panel. Zheng Tao’s body was placed on the door panel, covered with a white cloth, and his feet On the other side, there are some melons, fruits and dishes, burning incense candles, and burning paper money.

There was no one else in the room, just Lao Zheng and his wife.

In winter, it gets dark early, and even if the lights are turned on early, the room is gloomy. Old Zheng looks haggard and his hair is gray. Handing him a cigarette, the two stood in front of Zheng Tao's body and talked.

Wei Shi told Lao Zheng that he would start preparing for the burial tomorrow. He asked Lao Zheng to find a way to call a group of Taoist priests to rebuild the dojo, and asked him to go to ten miles, eight towns or the city to see if he could call a shadow puppet troupe. Come, play a show on the night of the burial, it will be useful.

Old Zheng listened and nodded in agreement.

But when I heard about the troupe of shadow puppetry, I felt a little troubled.

This shadow puppet show, formerly known as "shadow play" or "lantern play", was seen occasionally in their place decades ago. During festivals or family weddings and weddings, people who have a little money but can't afford a formal troupe, I will invite the shadow puppet troupe over to have fun.

By now, shadow puppets have long been a rarity.

Most of the younger generation have only heard of it but never seen it, and some have never even heard of it.

Maybe there are troupes in the city where folk art has been preserved by the national government. Whether you can invite them depends on the situation, but people in the troupe of shadow puppetry always have to dress and eat, so it shouldn't be a big problem to spend more money.

Wei Shi was smoking a cigarette, and the smoke was lingering. He took a deep breath, and the smoke reached into his lungs. The cold air contained the smell of smoke, which made him choke. He turned his head and coughed a few times. He patted Lao Zheng's face Shoulder, "People have three declines and six prosperity, and the moon has its ups and downs. Sooner or later, whether it is your son or us, we have to go down there, and you will wait for you and your wife there as your son."

These words sound a little indifferent, but they are what Wei Shi thinks in his heart.

Old Zheng's shoulders kept shrugging, but he didn't speak.

After a while, Wei Shi mentioned to Old Zheng that he wanted to look at Zheng Tao's room when he was alive. He didn't find anything useful in the shop opened by Zheng Tao.

Lao Zheng's wife took Wei Shi up to the second floor. Everything in Zheng Tao's room remained intact. After Lao Zheng's wife left, Wei Shi walked into this room slowly. This is a typical man's room. , There are a few posters of football stars and famous cars on the wall, a basketball is placed in the corner by the bed, and there are dumbbells for exercising. The things on the table are very messy.

The house seemed a little deserted and lifeless.

Wei Shi rummaged through boxes and cabinets, not even letting go of the clothes in the closet.

But there was no unexpected discovery. Wei Shi stopped, frowned, and slowly looked around the whole room. There must be something he had overlooked. As soon as he entered the room, he felt that something was wrong. To find out.

Finally, Wei Shi set his sights on the wardrobe door.

There is a full-length mirror on it that is about the height of a person, as many young people like to do. There are several photo stickers and photos on the mirror. Most of the photos are group photos. The strange thing is that Zheng Tao is the only person on the photo stickers. Half a day is a blank.

Wei Shi left those strange photo stickers alone, and carefully looked at the group photos.

The background of the group photo should be in a dimly lit bar, seven energetic and youthful men and women, making faces in the photo, yelling, hugging, rubbing against each other, Zheng Tao in the photo is standing At the back of the camera to the right, his right hand is raised, resting on something, with a smile on his face.

When Wei Shi saw Zheng Tao's right hand side, it wasn't that he didn't have an image.

Just very light.

Very light.

It's like a black mist.

Indistinctly, a human figure can be seen. "It" leans against Zheng Tao and looks at the camera.

Then, "it" became thinner and thinner in the photo, diffused, and spread throughout the photo. The bodies of men and women in the photo were all infiltrated by "it", and the bright smiles they left on the photo, For some reason, it suddenly became distorted and weird.

Then, "it" shrank again abruptly.

Wei Shi suddenly yelled and threw away the photo he was holding.

Just now, a pale hand stretched out from the photo and grabbed his wrist, making him unable to move. Wei Shi only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and in a hurry, he immediately bit the other. The fingers of one hand smeared the blood on the pale hand, and the hand was torn apart, turned into mist, and returned to the photo.

Wei Shi clutched his wrist and flicked it twice, and a clear bruised and purple grip mark could be seen on it.

The photo was thrown on the ground by him.

Wei Shi looked down, there seemed to be a drop of blood splashed on the lens in the upper left corner of the photo.

But when I watched it just now, it was still fine.

The black air in the photo, gathering and dispersing from time to time, diffuses in the photo.

Wei Shi looked at this photo calmly, it was undoubtedly a supernatural photo.

Ghost photos are not uncommon, you can find a bunch of them just by searching the Internet, no matter they are real or not, they always look eerie and weird.Most of these photos are fake, used to scare people or grandstanding, but in fact, from the point of view of Taoism, in some cases, the camera can indeed take pictures of ghosts.

There is a folk saying that if children take less pictures, their souls will be called away.

This kind of statement is not completely right, but it is not absolutely wrong. Children's souls are unstable, and they take too many pictures. Sometimes, such as at night, or in places with too much yin around them, such as cemeteries, they will It is possible to hurt the soul or get the soul in the photo.

Because of the possibility of such a situation with the camera, it was later used by people with knowledge. What is it used for?Used to seal the soul.

Death jade, which is traditionally used to seal souls, is hard to come by. Although the camera is a bit troublesome, it is cheaper and more convenient. Although the effect of sealing souls is not as good as death jade, occasionally the soul cannot be sealed, or it can be sealed into it. It won't be long before the soul escapes from the photo and waits for troublesome things, so people with good skills can't use it often, it depends on the situation at the time.

Ordinary supernatural photos can scare people, but they can't harm people.

The photo in front of me is obviously not of that type. The thing sealed on it is very vicious and can come out of the photo to harm people, and if Wei Shi guessed correctly, something must have happened to the men and women in this photo.Fortunately, Zheng Tao's parents were too sad to enter this room, otherwise, something would happen sooner or later.

Wei Shi stood in front of the photo, motionless, chanting the "Suppressing Evil Curse" in his mouth, and scratched the ground a few times on the blood on his finger.The black air in the photo rushed left and right, trying to get out from it, but it couldn't get out no matter what.Wei Shi heaved a sigh of relief. Using his toes, he turned the photo over and drew a talisman on the back.

This time, the black air in the photo is completely helpless.

After the blood on the back was dry, Wei Shi turned the front of the photo over again.

In the dark background of the photo, the mass of black air was slowly solidifying into shape, and after a while, it turned into a clear human appearance - Cheng Yao, who was petite and sweet.

She was hugged by Zheng Tao's shoulders and leaned against each other.

Wei Shi put away the photos and put them in his wallet.When he went downstairs, he showed the photo to Lao Zheng and his wife, and asked them if they recognized the other people in the photo. Lao Zheng and his wife shook their heads repeatedly, pointed at one of the men and said that he was a young man from the village, and the others, They didn't know each other, including the woman who was hugged by Zheng Tao.Zheng Tao asked again, where do the young people in this village live?Is anyone at home?Lao Zheng and his wife said that this young man also died, just two days before Zheng Tao's accident.

Wei Shi asked how he died?

Lao Zheng replied that he was hit by a car and died on Yanjiang Avenue beside Chujiang Pavilion.

When Wei Shi heard it, it was Chujiang Pavilion again.

Thinking of what happened in the Chujiangge ghost market, I became more and more convinced that these things were definitely related to the Chujiangge ghost market, but the key point of the connection was not found yet.

Regardless of the fact that it was a bit late now, Wei Shi was thinking while telling Lao Zheng that he wanted him to take him to the dead young man's house to ask about the situation. Is his death related to the death of Zeng Liang—that is, the dead young man in that village?Wei Shi shook his head, then nodded again, it doesn't matter if it matters, anyway, Zeng Liang didn't kill your son, but the two of them should be killed by the same thing.

Just now, Lao Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he was a little emotionally agitated. Wei Shi was afraid that he would be overthinking, so he hurriedly eliminated the signs of possible accidents.

When we arrived at Zeng's house, just like Old Zheng's house, there was a sad and desolate atmosphere.

When the Zeng family's parents heard about Wei Shi's visit, their emotions immediately became agitated. Obviously, the couple originally thought that their son was hit and killed by a car because of bad luck, but now they learned that their son might have been killed. Got it!Like firecrackers being lit, the couple exploded, one was crying, the other was talking nonsense, and Lao Zheng, who had stabilized his emotions, was aroused by them and cried.

Wei Shi had no choice but to wait on the sidelines.

When people are grieving, they all need to vent.Vent enough, wipe away the tears, and stand up again.

After crying for more than half an hour, several people gradually calmed down.

Wei Shi first went to Zeng Liang's room to look around, but didn't find any useful clues. He took out the photo and showed it to Zeng Liang's parents. Maybe Zeng Liang was a young man who liked to talk to his parents. His parents knew a little bit about the situation. A little more, at least two of the other five men and women in the photo know each other. One is a student of the medical school in the same city, named Ding Maoshu, and the other is a teacher in the same city, named Bian Xiaohui, who is also Zeng Liang's girlfriend. Zeng Liang passed away. I even came to the house to see the two elders.

As for Ding Maoshu, when he called Zeng Liang a few days before the accident, the two elders happened to be by Zeng Liang's side, so they asked him a casual question.

The Zeng family also took out Zeng Liang's mobile phone, and Wei Shi borrowed Zeng Liang's mobile phone.

There are only a few spam and advertising text messages in the text box. The phone numbers of Bian Xiaohui and Zheng Tao were found in the saved phone numbers. As for the four men and women in the other photos, because they don’t know their names, they don’t know the phone numbers in the phone book. Do you have their numbers? As for Ding Maoshu's number, Zeng Liang didn't save it in his phone.

Wei Shi directly used Zeng Liang's mobile phone to dial Bian Xiaohui's number. The phone rang for a while before someone finally answered it.

A lowered female voice asked cautiously, "Hello, who is it?"

Wei Shi knew that she was scared. A call from a dead person's cell phone to his cell phone suddenly made people startled, "Hello, is this Bian Xiaohui?... I'm from Zeng Liang Friend, I have something to ask you, do you have time tomorrow? Let's meet... It's very important, don't you think there are a lot of weird things happening around you recently?..." I just finished speaking, the phone" With a snap, I was hung up.

Wei Shi looked at the phone in his hand helplessly.

It's too late today, and we have to wait until tomorrow to talk about anything, Wei Shi took his mobile phone and photos and planned to go home and then slowly count things up.

Old Zheng, and the parents of the Zeng family all asked Wei Shi to stay at home directly. It was late at night, and it was cold and I didn't know if there was a car, so it was inconvenient to go back.Wei Shi also wanted to stay, but for some reason, at the end of the day, he changed his mind and decided to go home. The two families couldn't keep him, so let it go.

After talking a few words to Lao Zheng and his wife, and explaining the matter, Wei Shi hurried home.

Not to mention the dark and cold wind along the way.

When I arrived at the small courtyard I rented, the courtyard was deserted and unpopular. Some of the students who lived here had gone home, and the rest, for some reason, were quiet.The tall locust trees in the yard stood silently in the darkness, the wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed and rustled, which always made people feel a little hairy.

Wei Shi pushed open the door, turned on the light, and then froze there.

Wei Xin, who thought she was missing, was lying on the bed, as if she had never left. Wei Shi hurried over in three steps and two steps, and stood motionless by the bed. After being almost frozen by the cold air of the night, he moved his stiff body with difficulty, turned on the electric heater, and sat down silently.

Wei Xin's situation seems to be doing well.

Except that there is no breath of a living person, it looks like he is asleep.

Wei Shi sat by the bed, looked at him, took out a cigarette with shaking hands and lit it. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the lit cigarette was extinguished at once, and the whole cigarette became soggy that it was about to ooze. When the water came out, Wei Shi threw away the cigarette in his hand and replaced it with a new one. The wind still came as expected, and he extinguished the cigarette butt. Wei Shi didn't believe in evil, and took out a new cigarette, and the lighter "snapped" a few times , A few sparks splashed but no flames rose up, and the lighter failed.

The veins on Wei Shi's forehead twitched a few times.