In the middle of the night, a ghost suddenly came and said that she was wronged and begged me to help her.
I was a little confused for a moment, so I said to her: "Don't worry. Now that you have found me, you can tell me your story and I will see if I can help you. If not, I can also give you some advice." place."
In fact, what I was thinking was: If you have a grievance, what's the use of going to me? I'm not a judge. You go to the Underworld to file a complaint. Otherwise, go to Zhang Wenwen's mother.
Because I think that generally the female ghosts who complain about their grievances should have been killed by someone.
As a result, what the female ghost said surprised me a little.
She said she didn't know how she died, so she felt she was wronged.
This female ghost told me that she had an accident when she was seventeen years old. She has been dead for almost twenty years, and her soul has been wandering away. She misses home, her parents at home.
However, she could not go home and could not find her home.
Today at the columbarium, she saw me stopping in front of her urn and thought I could help her, so she came to see me.
It is not difficult to help a female ghost return home. There should be no need to go to Zhang Wenwen's mother...
So I asked her, where is her home, why can't she find her home, has she moved?
She was silent for a while and then told me that she no longer remembered where her home was. She only remembered that she worked in a very large factory during her lifetime, but she could not remember exactly how she died.
This female ghost didn’t remember where her home was, but she remembered where she worked. I was also very curious, so I asked her where the factory was.
She thought for a moment and said a name that made me feel uncomfortable all over.
Flax mill.
I have never been to this place, but in the memories of many locals, these words are like a nightmare.
The most widely circulated supernatural event here is probably the cat-faced old lady.
There are many versions of this story, and it has been written as a ghost story by many people. Its authenticity is still a mystery, so I won’t go into details here.
But there is another thing that actually happened.
In the 1980s, a big explosion occurred in a linen factory, killing more than 200 people, most of whom were female workers and suffered severe burns.
This incident is too tragic, and I don’t want to mention it more, otherwise it will inspire others, so everyone can just Baidu.
After the explosion, many supernatural incidents spread.
I remember a story like this.
There is a tofu vendor who sells tofu near the flax factory every day, hawking it through the streets.
One day, a man came out of a house to buy tofu and said that his child wanted to eat tofu, but he just had no money in his pocket, so he would give him money tomorrow.
The vendor didn't take it seriously and gave him two pieces of tofu.
But since that day, he never saw that man come out of the house again.
Although two pieces of tofu are not worth much, this thing is also annoying.
A few days later, the hawker passed by again and knocked on the door of that house. As a result, no one came out after knocking for a long time.
At this time, an old lady passed by and asked him what he was doing.
When the hawker explained what had happened, the old lady told him that no one lived in the house at all. The man had been killed by an explosion and his family had moved away long ago. The house could not be sold and it had always been empty.
The hawker didn't believe it, so he opened the door and saw that no one was in the room. There was dust everywhere, but there were two pieces of spoiled tofu on the table.
After this incident, the hawker fell ill when he returned home and died soon after.
The story is only as true as that, but the place has always been rumored to be haunted, and that's true.
When I heard that this female ghost was from the linen factory, I immediately understood what was going on.
I felt pity and asked her if she still remembered what happened back then.
There was a look of fear on her face, and she thought hard for a long time, and finally said that she didn't know what happened. It was early in the morning, and she was working on the night shift in the workshop when she heard a loud noise, followed by a huge bang. Fireballs fell from the sky.
In her memory, there was only a blazing fire, spewing billowing black smoke.
The machine weighing more than ten tons was thrown into the air by the impact, and all the windows of the surrounding houses were shattered.
She was overturned by the heat of the fireball, and then she knew nothing.
I nodded. It seemed that she died so suddenly that she didn't know anything.
Moreover, her soul was wandering after her death, with no one to rely on and no memory of where her home was. It must have been that her soul was shattered at the moment of the explosion, causing her to forget everything.
To be honest, I wanted to help her.
But even she herself has forgotten where her home is. I can't take a ghost and go door to door asking, whose child is this?
Besides, no one else can see her.
After thinking about it, I asked her again, if she remembers her parents' names?
This time she still shook her head and said she didn't remember anything. When she regained consciousness again, she was already at the ashes depository.
If it weren't for the name on the urn, I'm afraid she wouldn't even know her name.
Just now I thought this was not a difficult matter, but now that I think about it, it gives me a headache.
If Uncle Ma had to choose, he would definitely do more things than do less things. There are benefits to doing things for others, but if you do things for a ghost, you won't get a penny, and you have to pay for it.
I wanted to refuse, but I felt very uneasy. When I was struggling, my little alarm clock appeared.
Of course, the little alarm clock is Huang Tianhua. She is like a close sister. She has told me a lot of things these days and made me understand a lot of truths.
This time she came out and told me that although there is no money in helping ghosts, there are merits.
Only then did I remember that Huang Tianhua was right.
Uncle Ma and I are fundamentally different. He feeds himself and the whole family is not hungry, but I have a group of people and I have to be responsible for them.
What people want is money, what immortals want is merit.
What's more, now I also have a task. The old Monument King asked me to do things for him and accumulate merit.
The old Monument King didn't say what he was going to do specifically, but it definitely counted as helping ghosts. After all, this was a matter under the jurisdiction of the underworld.
I quickly called out the five guardian gods and asked them. After all, they were clear in the underworld.
Because I was afraid of scaring Yu Qiuyue, I only shouted out the elder among the five guardian gods.
Among the five of them, he is basically in charge, and he can be regarded as the team leader.
The boss came out and told me that my mission was to walk in the underworld.
I didn't understand what walking in the underworld meant. The boss said that it was actually walking through the yin and yang, running on both sides of the human world and the underworld. In this way, I also have merits, the old stele king also has merits, and all the immortals also have merits. It can be said that it kills three birds with one stone.
The boss of the five guardian gods is an old man with a white beard. He has an upright face and speaks with authority, so what he says is very reliable to me.
But walking between yin and yang, running between the human world and the underworld, wouldn't this make me live in the yin?
The boss said: "You don't need to run away, we are responsible for delivering messages and handling matters."
I felt relieved now. After all, it was scary to go through the underworld. As long as I was not allowed to go to the underworld in person, anything would be fine.
So I told Yu Qiuyue that I would take care of her matter.
