So I thought about it and said to the little boy: "Well, you can pay attention to inquire about little Tao Laizhao. If you have any special news, you can call me. If it is not convenient to tell you, you can make an appointment. How about we meet somewhere, and if you give me a message once, I’ll give you twenty yuan?”
The little boy was naturally very happy and agreed wholeheartedly, so I wrote him a number, and he walked away with Le Dian Dian, saying he was here to get some information from me.
After he left, I wanted to leave the house, but before I left, my eyes passed over the black porcelain jar again, and something suddenly moved in my heart.
An idea came to my mind, and I suddenly understood why this jar looked so out of place in this room.
Because the house has not been cleaned for a long time, there is dust everywhere, but only this jar looks clean and has no dust at all!
I turned around, picked up the jar, plugged the stopper next to it, and put it in my arms.
When I went out, I turned off the lights in his house, and the room suddenly fell into darkness again.
Then, I subconsciously glanced back at the house.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a short, fat man sitting vaguely in the hut, huddled in the corner, looking like he was scared.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment. When I wanted to see it again, there was nothing.
Is this Fatty Liu?
Did he never leave home after his death?
With full of doubts, I jumped out of the iron gate, but as soon as my feet landed, I found that at some point, seven or eight people came out of the street, in groups of twos and threes, chatting about something.
Seeing me jumping out of the iron gate, everyone turned their heads and stared at me with evil eyes.
I was stunned for a moment, thinking to myself that there was no one on the street just now, how come so many people appeared in the blink of an eye?
In the eyes of these people, I smiled at them bravely and tried to explain with an embarrassed look on my face.
"Then what...I'm here to poop...I'm sorry..."
After saying that, I held the porcelain jar and ran back to the car.
Embarrassing, so embarrassing...
But it's thanks to that child, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it.
All in all, I gritted my teeth and returned home, thinking to myself, how could it be that I, the mighty Wu Xiaofan, was forced to admit that I had done such a dirty thing...
After I got home, I took a long time to calm down, and then I started to sit down and study the porcelain jar.
However, after spending a long time, I could only see that the pattern on the porcelain jar looked like some kind of Taoist talisman, but I couldn't identify what it was.
The key is that Fatty Liu is just an old man who picks up scraps. He often goes out to steal wallets and acts as an insider. He is considered an old gangster in society.
Why is there such a thing in his house?
The only explanation is that he picked it up, maybe he thought it was special, and no one wanted it when he was selling it for scrap, so he put it at home as a decoration.
I wanted to ask Uncle Ma, but my phone is a bit old and doesn’t even have a camera function, so I can’t send it to Uncle Ma.
After thinking about it, I might as well forget it. It's rare for him to go out for a few days to be clean. Maybe he's reminiscing about old times with Taoist Zixu now, so I'd better leave him alone.
I feel a little regretful because I saw Fatty Liu’s ghost at his house just now. It would be great if I could call him out and ask him in person.
But looking at him like that, he probably wouldn’t dare to come out, right?
Soon evening came, I lit incense in front of the hall and planned to ask the immortal family.
But the immortals always responded to my requests, but this time it was very rare. They did not tell me what this porcelain jar was, nor did they tell me who killed little Tao Laizhao.
Just gave me a hint: go to the folk culture market and look for Ma Yunfeng.
When I received this reminder, I was still very puzzled, thinking whether Ma Yunfeng knew this porcelain jar?
Or, what is the relationship between Ma Yunfeng and the person behind this incident?
But since I've been reminded, I won't be idle and act quickly.
So the next morning, I took the porcelain jar out and drove straight to the folk culture market.
When he saw Ma Yunfeng, this guy was eating skewers. When he saw me coming, he was stunned for a moment, and then stood up to say hello.
Seeing his enthusiasm, I was really in a trance. After sitting down and chatting for a few words, I took the porcelain jar out of the bag.
Of course I wouldn't tell the truth, so I asked him to help me find out what this thing was, and complimented him a little by the way.
Ma Yunfeng didn't ask about the origin of this thing. He took it and looked at it, and suddenly his face became serious.
"Brother, where did you get this thing? It's... used to collect ghosts."
he said in a low voice.
Of course I couldn't show my timidity in front of him, so I said calmly: "Of course I know it's a ghost collector, so I came to you because this thing is very rare. I'm here to ask if this thing will follow you." Does it matter?"
Ma Yunfeng quickly waved his hand: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble. How can this have anything to do with me? I won't even confess to you. Now I just do some small business. Besides, this is not our business."
He seemed to really understand, but I still acted like a big-tailed wolf and continued to lie to him.
"Yes, you are right, this is not from our side, but don't you have a good master? The one who travels all over the world, and that Mr. Liu, have a good relationship with you, but they are not good people. .”
"Ahem...Brother, they are not good cakes. I am a good cake. You said that my master has gone in and Mr. Liu has been crippled. It is impossible for me to have anything to do with them anymore. And this thing, at this glance It’s the ghost collecting jar over there in Xiangxi. The talismans on it are not from the Central Plains at all, not even from Taoism. It really has nothing to do with me.”
Ma Yunfeng strongly denied it, but his words undoubtedly revealed the origin of this porcelain jar.
I looked at him pretending to be profound, and smiled: "I guess you have some knowledge, this thing is indeed not from Central Plains Taoism, but I am very strange, how did this appear in our place? Is there anyone who wants to do it in our place?" bad thing?"
Ma Yunfeng took the jar and looked at it again, and said, "I don't know about this. Brother, where did you get this?"
I looked careless and said, "Oh, this was brought by a pilgrim who read divination. He said he picked it up. Then strange things kept happening at home. When I saw that this was not from our place, it looked like a ghost collector. Can, so I brought it to you to see. After all, you are here and have more connections, so you may be able to know who made it."
Ma Yunfeng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I really don't know about this, but a fortune teller came recently outside Ji Lok Temple. He is a bit weird. It is said that he is very powerful and his fortune telling is quite accurate. How about I take you there? have a look?"
