It's late at night and I can't sleep.
The coffin was placed so close to me that I could smell the patina on it.
"Are you cold?" I suddenly asked Ouyang Wei.
"not cold."
I pretended to be diplomatic: "Hey, don't tell me when you buy the coffin. I know Jiang Laoer from the next village. I'll give you the purchase price."
Ouyang Wei turned over and said, "This is cheap too."
"Second-hand."
My scalp was buzzing and I didn't dare to say anything.
Ouyang Wei chuckled: "I'm teasing you, I'm going to scare you."
"I know what you want to ask, don't ask, just sleep peacefully."
"Everyone has secrets, and knowing too much is not good for you."
I thought about it and decided to go straight to the point: "Sister, I have never done anything wrong in my life, so please give me a happy word."
"Are you even a human being?"
Ouyang Wei climbed out of the coffin and blew the aroma into my ear: "Brother, I am a human being. I really won't lie to you."
"Okay, I believe you." I smiled and covered myself with the quilt.
Under the pillow, the mahogany sword left by my grandfather was wet with the cold sweat on my palm.
Ouyang Wei touched my face and lay down to sleep.
I had that dream again.
The miserable blue sky, the deserted ghost town, and the pungent smell of the morgue.
Gloomy white coats, hanging prisoners.
"Have you learned it?"
The long-haired prisoner who taught me the gestures asked me anxiously.
I nodded: "I learned it."
"Then do it again and let me take a look."
I looked around in horror, with a confused look on my face: "Where is this? Who am I?"
"We don't have time to bullshit, hurry up!"
The man looked very anxious.
I made the gestures as he taught me. The man shook his head and said, "It's too slow and the movements are wrong. Try it again."
I tried again.
"Let's make do with this for now." The man looked at the white coat not far away: "I'm too weak, I can only rely on you."
"When that sinister beast gets close, do it to him! Whether we two brothers live or die, it depends on this!"
I stared at the white coat, and when he came closer, I made that gesture.
The next second, the weirdest thing happened.
After the man in the white coat came over, he ignored us and kicked the stool behind.
"Walk!"
We shook off the hanging rope with our chins, jumped off the stool, took out the keys from the pockets of our white coats, opened the iron cuffs, and walked away.
From the beginning to the end, the white coat didn't notice anything strange at all, and didn't even look at us.
It's like we've never been here at all.
The dream ends quietly here.
After I woke up, I wiped the cold sweat from my face, feeling shocked and uncertain.
What is going on in this dream?
Among the 1.4 billion people in the country, I am probably the number one person who can treat nightmares like a TV series, episode after episode.
Yesterday I dreamed of being injected to death, and today I escaped from the execution ground. What next? What's the next episode?
I thought that I was unlucky enough. I was blind, but God still refused to let me go. He even arranged for me to have a dark dream?
Isn’t this kind of dream only seen by people who are about to die?
Fortunately, in the next few days, I didn't have any more nightmares. I slept until dawn every day.
Ouyang Wei still lives in my house. This girl is very diligent. She cleans the house every day, cooks and buys groceries all by herself.
Even my grandma began to praise this girl for her filial piety.
Grandma's madness never healed.
During this time, I often sat alone in the yard and basked in the sun.
I can imagine the dilapidated scene of the Li family now, and the relatives and friends who used to interact with each other have become a thing of the past.
All I can do is wait.
Waiting for a chance to turn around.
…
On this day, I learned from Ouyang Wei that Song Laowai invited a Feng Shui master from Harbin.
The master's name is Ma Yi, he has his own driver, and he comes in a Land Rover.
Ouyang Wei said that Ma Yi was in his 50s, with a Chinese-character face, gentle and elegant facial features, and a somewhat calm and confident aura. At first glance, he looked like a retired veteran cadre.
Ma Yi was wearing a silk black Chinese tunic suit, which seemed to be from Givenchy. He held two patinated old walnuts in his hands. He walked with his hands behind his back and his eyes were fixed on his eyes.
It seems that I have seen through life and death a long time ago, and I have the style of a person who knows what to do if the road ahead is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Under the watch of the villagers, Ma Yi got out of the car and stood facing the Song family courtyard for a long time. Then he told the female assistant beside him:
"Go get my drone!"
"Yes, Teacher Ma." The female assistant Jiao Didi agreed and trotted to get the drone.
Ma Yi controlled the drone to take off and flew around Song Laowai's house several times. He frowned, threw the remote control to the female assistant, and strode into the yard.
Ouyang Wei was very curious and wanted to see what level Ma Yi was, so she followed him in.
Mr. Song nodded crookedly and bowed, and respectfully invited Ma Yi into the room: "Master Ma, I am looking forward to the stars and the moon. I am looking forward to your true god."
Ma Yi waved his hand: "I've been a little busy lately. I went to Hong Kong to visit an old friend. I just returned to Harbin yesterday."
Song Laowai was busy passing out cigarettes and pouring tea, while Ma Yi sat down directly and closed his eyes slightly:
"My door-to-door fee is 30,000 yuan, and other expenses are calculated separately. You know this, right?"
The veins on Mr. Song's forehead twitched, and his face looked painful: "Teacher Ma, look at my family's situation. How much will it cost in total?"
Ma Yi sat there with his eyes closed for a long time, and then he said, "About 70,000 to 80,000?"
Not to mention Mr. Song was crooked at that time, even Ouyang Wei was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear. Just looking at Feng Shui, could it be so expensive?
It seems that the person invited by Song Laowai is really not an ordinary person.
After negotiating the price, Ma Yi got up and started looking at each room.
He looked slowly and carefully, staying in each room for a long time.
After looking back and forth for more than half an hour, Ma Yi finally said:
"That Taoist priest is right. The layout of your family is a violation of the Eight Evils."
"But he didn't see that this was the White Tiger Underworld among the Eight Evil Underworlds."
Ma Yi drooped his eyelids, leaned back on the imperial chair, and said slowly: "To put it simply, there are vaginal bones buried under your house, which are the remains of people who died many years ago."
"As the saying goes, the ugliness in the second palace of Kun Yi is not to be blamed. The water will definitely kill the man! This yin bone is in conflict with your father and son, and it also offends the evil spirit of the white tiger position. It is a bit tricky to deal with. First dig up the foundation to get the bones, and then …”
Ma Yizheng was talking, but was interrupted excitedly by Song Laowai: "Hi! It must be Teacher Ma who is your professional! I invited that blind man Li Sanpo to come here before, which really delayed things. I'm sorry I didn't listen to him..."
When Song Laowai mentioned me, Ouyang Wei immediately became alert. This girl knew hypnosis, and even Ma Yi didn't notice her existence.
"Li Sanpo?" Ma Yi asked casually: "Which Li Sanpo?"
Song Laowai told Ma Yi about the day I came to see Feng Shui. Unexpectedly, after Ma Yi listened, his droopy eyelids suddenly opened, and a burst of light burst out from his cloudy eyes!
"Is the banknote he wrote on still there? Show it to me quickly!"
