"There's a ghost! There's a ghost! Run!" The young detective yelled with a heartbroken voice, shouting to run, but his legs and feet became weak from fear. Instead of running out, he almost sat down on the ground.
The middle-aged detective also turned around and took a look, but instead of being frightened by the scene behind him, he was staggered by the young detective's roar.
He raised his hand and slapped the young policeman on the back of his head angrily. He said twice: "What the hell? Where did the ghost come from! Didn't you see the shadow on the ground? Are you stupid?" Are you stupid?" He gasped: "How could I take back such a cowardly disciple like you!"
The young detective looked at the ground with a sad face.
Two dark shadows swayed on the broken blue bricks, one was slender and the other was slightly squat. His heart was like a drum and he wanted to cry without tears: "But, they look so scary!"
What scared the young detective out of his wits were two men with dead faces, one tall and thin and the other short and fat.
The footsteps of these two people were very light and they walked over quietly, but the beads hanging on their necks made a rattling sound.
The beads on the hanging beads are each as big as a fist, carved into the shape of a skull. The pale white beads are made of who knows what material, and glow with a cold white light.
The young detective's eyes widened when he saw it. The cold sound made when the pale beads touched each other fell on his body, which was as painful as a dull knife cutting flesh.
"No, no, it's not a ghost, is it a monk?" the young detective stuttered.
Before the middle-aged policeman could speak, He Denglu said coldly from the front: "Monk? Have you ever seen such a murderous monk?" He stared at the two people walking over: "These two are evil stars. "They kill people like crazy." He glanced at the young policeman and said, "If you encounter one, stay away."
It's okay not to say this. Once he said this, the young detective trembled even more.
When they were far away just now, he only looked at them briefly. Now that the two people were getting closer and closer, their faces became clearer and clearer, and he realized how self-destructive his words were.
The two men seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact they were walking very fast. Their messy hair and tattered clothes rose and fell as they walked.
The clothes were so torn that they were barely covering the body, and the hideous wounds on the body were exposed. Some of them had healed and formed large and small blood scabs, and some were new wounds that were bloody and fleshy. The blood stained the bulging burdens on their backs.
These two people were not only weird in stature, but they also looked less like living people. There was no vitality in their bodies.
Although one is tall, one is short, one is fat and the other is thin, their appearance is exactly the same. They both have skinny faces and they should be twins.
This face was so thin that it was hard to describe it. It was like a skull covered with a thin layer of white dead skin, and even the lips were pale and bloodless.
There were two lightless eyeballs embedded in the sunken black eye sockets, making him look like he was blind.
But when someone spoke, the dull eyes moved slightly and stared coldly in the direction of the voice.
No matter how ferocious these two people looked, He Denglu was not afraid at all and stared back fearlessly.
The two of them didn't expect to encounter a tough quarrel. The people on He Denglou were all dressed like ordinary people. The two of them couldn't help but feel angry. They opened their mouths and were about to curse, but the baggage on the tall and thin man's back suddenly moved violently. move.
The short and fat man hurriedly pulled the tall and thin man and looked around cautiously.
The tall and thin man also came to his senses, weighed the heavy burden on his shoulders, and walked forward without saying a word.
Seeing these two weird-looking people walking away, the young detective breathed a sigh of relief, and his two limbs trembled with fear: "He, why are you arresting people? The ghost market is full of people like this?"
He Denglu sneered: "There is also a beautiful little lady."
The young police officer and the middle-aged police officer both said, "Pretty little lady, you're lying to a ghost, I'm afraid it's just a pretty female ghost!"
A half-collapsed archway stood in an empty and desolate backyard. A huge, deep hole collapsed behind the archway, and a section of broken stone steps covered with moss led to the unknown.
of depth.
The weeds around the cave were lying on the ground and were trampled into the mud. There were large and messy footprints imprinted on the muddy soil. It was obvious that many people came in and out of this place.
Waves of dark wind blew out, and green fire flickered in the dark cave. Sounds like ghosts crying and wolf howling rolled out from the depths, just like the roar of ghost fires and foxes, sending chills down the spine.
The detectives from Jingzhao Mansion stood at the entrance of the cave and hesitated, no one went down without authorization.
The two strange-looking twins glanced at these people. The policemen all put on the clothes of ordinary people and deliberately soiled their faces, like ordinary people fleeing for their lives. However, they did not pay attention to them. The person just glanced at it, then walked through the archway silently, went down the steps, and disappeared into the depths of the cave very quickly.
The evening breeze blew through the deserted and deserted backyard, and the warm wind became gloomy.
Leng Linjiang stood in the cold wind, staring intently at the mouth of the cave that could eat people, his eyes flickering.
There are layers of Taihu stones and silt piled at the entrance of the cave. These stones have experienced weathering marks over decades of wind and sun, making this place even more eerie.
He Denglou touched his arm and looked at the dark archway, feeling terrified in his heart: "Sir, why does this archway seem to be getting darker?"
The archway in the backyard of Guangwen Museum has been standing here for hundreds of years. Decades ago, a thunder struck the archway, splitting this hundred-year-old treasure into two, and a fire broke out. That half was burned to a white ground, while the remaining half of the archway, although still standing, was blackened by the fire.
The original solemn handwriting and patterns on the archway are like ghosts in the wind. They look misty and dim. Standing under the clear sky and white sun, it is quite creepy.
After the lightning strike, the back of the archway suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge cave. Someone boldly went down to take a look and found that it was an underground cave.
The young detective stood at the edge of the cave entrance and peered inside. The whistling cold wind made him shake: "Oh, the wind is so strong. How come there is such a big hole? Is the ghost market down here?"
Leng Linjiang stood facing the wind, squinted his eyes, and ordered He Denglou in a deep voice: "Order eight people to guard the entrance of the cave, and the rest will go down together."
He Dengglou responded, nodded quickly, his eyes slowly swept over the agents, his eyes paused on the young agents, and then he nodded at eight people, including the middle-aged agents and the young agents. He ordered in a deep voice: "Guo Liang, take these seven people here to meet us."
Guo Liang quickly agreed. The middle-aged agent pulled the young agent, who was still a little confused, aside.
He Denglou took the lead and said, "Sir, I humble my duty and take the people down first."
After saying that, he led the four detectives and walked down the steps first.
Leng Linjiang and the remaining twelve agents also followed.
Ripples appeared in the damp wind, slowly covering the figures of Leng Linjiang and his party.
The young detective rubbed his face and felt a chill all over his body. He looked at the getting dark sky and trembled: "Second brother, how deep is it now?"
Wang Er shook his head: "I don't know, I've only been there once, and I only stopped at the edge of the Ghost River."
"Ghost River?" The young detective was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he closed his mouth for a while: "There is a river underground!"
Wang Er glanced at the young policeman and thought of the ghost market he had visited a few years ago. He was still frightened: "Decades ago, there was a lightning strike. The archway of the Cantonese Library fell down, and a big hole was made in the ground. It was an underground cave. , there is a very deep underground river.”
"Then, how did this ghost market appear?" The young detective was as fascinated as if he were listening to a book.
"Why are you so curious?" Guo Liang came over, took a look at the dark sky, waved his hand, and called over the detectives who were standing in twos and threes looking at the place: "While it's still dark, I Let me tell you the origin of this ghost market, so that you can save yourself from going back to the ghost market and you will be so scared that you wet your pants!"
Among the eight detectives who were left to guard, except for Guo Liang and Wang Er, who had been to the ghost market before, the remaining six were here for the first time.
And Wang Er has only been to the bank of the underground river and has never waded through it.
That's why He Denglou ordered these people to stay and didn't let them go to the ghost market easily, otherwise they might really be scared to death.
Hearing what Guo Liang said, the police officers cheered up one after another. It seemed that this ghost market would have to come again in the future, so they had to listen carefully to save their lives at the critical moment.
The detectives all raised their heads and looked at Guo Liang, as if they were all ears.
Guo Liang coughed lightly and cleared his throat: "What a ghost market, ghost river, they are all screaming, how can they be so evil? We are government officials, how can we be so cowardly! About sixty years Not long ago, the archway in the backyard of the Guangwen Museum suddenly collapsed. Someone discovered the cave and underground river below. The war was fierce at that time, and the city of Chang'an was also in chaos. Many victims poured in. This underground cave Although there is no sunshine, it can shelter from wind and rain, so many homeless people enter the cave to take shelter. You all must remember clearly to me, there are no ghosts down here, only people!"
"In the past, there were only people, but these few decades have passed, and maybe something else has happened." The young detective muttered unconvincedly.
Guo Liang glanced at the young policeman and laughed angrily: "That's not true. Decades have passed. There are wine shops, inns, shops and casinos there, as well as flower houses and flower girls. What's the matter, do you want to go down and have a good time? Vision?"
The young detective shrank his neck and smiled bitterly: "No, no, I won't go."
Guo Liang's eyes were cold and his tone was solemn: "Not all good men and women are here now. Women who commit crimes have nowhere to escape and will hide here. You all cheer me up to guard this place and take care of you, sir!" "
The detectives looked at each other in disbelief and braced themselves against the gusts of cold wind, fearing that a very vicious person might really escape.
