It is not easy to help a female ghost who has lost her memory return home. I thought about it for a while. First, I must know her identity, and then find where her home is.
This female ghost thanked me profusely and insisted on following me, but I refused. I asked her to go back to the urn and tell her when I had news.
Although there are many ghosts around me now, I don’t want another female ghost to follow me. She is not the one I love. What if she turns around and has feelings for her, and I won’t leave even if I live or die?
You know, there are many ghosts who want to stay at the entrance of the hall because they refuse to leave, and end up making a mess.
So helping is helping. If you want to stay and follow me, you will never do it.
Not even good-looking!
Yu Qiuyue was obedient and returned to the crematorium obediently.
I drove out early the next morning. Uncle Ma asked me why I was going. I told him what happened last night. Uncle Ma touched his chin and said to me: "You can do it, kid. You have already started to work in the underworld." .”
I smiled bitterly and said, "I feel like helping others. Oh no, I should feel like helping ghosts."
Uncle Ma patted me and said, "This is indeed a good thing. It is a meritorious deed. I should have helped, but a pilgrim asked me to come over later, so I won't go with you."
I curled my lips: "Are you a pilgrim? I'm too embarrassed to expose you. Is it a female netizen?"
He chuckled: "It's all about serving the people. It's not a date to make an appointment with anyone..."
I raised my middle finger at him, then put two packages of Hongtashan on his desk and went out to the flax factory.
But when I started the car, Uncle Ma stopped me and told me to be careful.
Because the yin energy there is too strong, and strange things will happen if it is not kept intact.
He also reminded me that there are two "ghost buildings" there. If you want to find out about the flax factory, that's the most convenient place to go.
Everyone in Harbin knows that the linen factory is on Heping Road and Minsheng Road, and there is also a very good Fenghua School nearby.
At this time, almost twenty years have passed since the big explosion, and the area around the flax factory has long been restored to prosperity. I walked around the street for a long time and finally found the "ghost building" that Uncle Ma called.
They were two small yellow buildings. They looked nothing special from the outside, but compared with the prosperity around them, they looked dilapidated and desolate.
After parking the car, I came to the vicinity of the "Ghost Building" and wanted to find someone to inquire about the situation.
But I didn't dare to mention that incident, because I knew that many people living nearby were family members of linen factories. The big explosion left many people hurt, and everyone was taboo and didn't want to mention it more.
So I asked if anyone knew where Yu Qiuyue’s home was.
I asked more than a dozen people in succession, and when they heard the name, they all shook their heads and said they had never heard of it.
This is normal. After all, Yu Qiuyue has been dead for almost twenty years. Who can remember her?
I thought about it and walked towards the "Ghost Building". As soon as I got downstairs, I met an old man in his fifties.
Considering his age, he might know more about what happened back then.
However, when he heard that I asked about Yu Qiuyue and wanted to go to the "ghost building", his expression suddenly changed.
"Young man, if you want to ask about this, you can go to Daowai Sandao Street, which is a flower, bird and fish market. Buy a fishing rod and some fish food and bait, and go fishing in the Songhua River."
I didn’t understand it for a while. What did my inquiry about the flax factory have to do with fishing?
He glared at me and said, "I saw that you were too idle, so I found something for you to do so that you wouldn't have to die here!"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I asked him, "Why are you seeking death? A friend of mine asked me to ask. She is a relative of Yu Qiuyue, and her home cannot be found."
The old man said: "That's fucking nonsense. There are no relatives left in Yu Qiuyue's family. Everyone in her family is almost dead. The old man is dead, the girl's son is dead, and there is only one old lady left, and they have all moved away long ago." .”
I quickly asked: "Do you really know Yu Qiuyue? Where did her family move to?"
The old man said: "We know her. Her mother and I were old co-workers, but when she moved away, no one knew about it. We haven't contacted each other for more than ten years. Also, if you want to inquire about these things, you'd better not Come up to this building.”
I looked at the building next to me and asked in a low voice: "I heard this is a ghost building. Is this really haunted?"
The old man snorted: "It doesn't matter to you whether it's haunted or not. Leave quickly. It won't do you any good if you don't come to this place."
He dropped these two sentences in a very rude manner, and then left.
I was confused. At this time, another person passed by. Seeing me in a daze, he came over and said kindly to me: "Young man, they are right. Don't pry around. Go home. Even we can't go up to this place."
I asked him why, and he looked at me and said, "You are a foreigner, right? These two buildings are the comfort buildings of the linen factory. They are all occupied by female workers who were burned in the past. There are almost no outsiders. Some people say that inside In the middle of the night, there are often hauntings with wolves crying and ghosts howling. Alas, what happened back then was so tragic and caused lifelong pain to countless families. The woman who was most seriously injured suffered burns to 95% of her body. She is still lying in the hospital. I have been lying there for almost twenty years."
He shook his head, sighed, and then left too.
It dawned on me.
Originally, I wanted to go up and inquire about it, but now that I think about it, I decided not to.
Not disturbing is also a sign of respect and awe.
Some scars are better not to be uncovered.
I looked up at the gloomy "ghost building" in front of me, then turned around and quickly caught up with the old man.
I gave the old man a packet of Hongtashan that I had picked up from Uncle Ma, and asked him what the name of Yu Qiuyue’s mother was.
The old man gave me a fake push, put the cigarette in his pocket, and then told me a name.
Wang Qiuju.
He also told me that it was best not to ask about it or go to anyone else.
Because her mother has already gone insane.
He is right, I really shouldn't disturb others.
But Yu Qiuyue wants to go home, and I have to help her.
With the name of Yu Qiuyue's mother, I went to the police station in the jurisdiction to ask. At first no one answered me because this was against the rules.
After I kept talking, someone came up to me and told me that he knew where Wang Qiuju lived now.
This man was a police officer, in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked upright.
He asked me why I was looking for Wang Qiuju. I had an idea and made up an identity, saying that I was from the crematorium and that their urn storage had been in arrears for two years.
The police officer looked like he was looking at a liar. He said, "Stop making it up. I have always paid the storage fee for her urn, and it stays the same every year."
I was a little embarrassed to be exposed in person. Under his sharp gaze, I had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Brother policeman, if I said that I saw Yu Qiuyue's ghost, would you believe it?"
I thought he would think I was mentally ill, but he nodded to me.
"I believe."
