Hao Ren: [Different], [Selected], [Death], [Photo], [Tenth Person], [Non-Existent Eleventh Person]?
[Bus], [Gan G·1748].
【Forgot】.
Hao Ren looked at the white paper filled with keywords in his hand with some confusion. [Forgetting] was daubed in circles, which looked very important.
It's just that he doesn't understand why he wrote this?
"Hao Ren, do you have any cash on you?"
Suddenly, Hao Huai's shouts came from the ancestral hall, interrupting Hao Ren's thoughts. He folded the white paper in his hand again and put it into his pocket. Hao Ren turned around and looked at the people coming from the ancestral hall with a cigarette in his mouth with some confusion. Hao Huai walked out.
"One more thing, what's wrong?"
"Don't mention it. Damn it. I didn't win in one night."
Hao Huai handed Hao Ren a huazi out of habit and said, "These two idiots don't want IOUs or transfers, they just want cash. Isn't that cowardly!"
"If I am so rich, will I still default on my debts?"
Hao Ren glanced at the two young men in the ancestral hall who were smiling because they had won money, curled his lips and took out his wallet from his pocket.
"You also know that I am a poor student, and this is my entire fortune."
Hao Ren took out a few hundred-dollar bills and a wad of change from his wallet, and handed them directly to Hao Huai.
"This is?"
When closing the wallet, Hao Ren was suddenly stunned.
There is a photo in the transparent compartment of the wallet. The photo shows an empty old house with blue tiles and gray bricks. The door of the tiled house is open.
Behind the open door is an old-fashioned hand-made baby crib, with a baby lying on it sleeping soundly.
Further back, there is a square table with eight immortals. There are some items placed on the table, but because it is too far away, it is no longer clear what they are. You can only vaguely see an old-fashioned mechanical pendulum clock...
"strangeness."
Hao Ren closed his wallet. Although he was a little confused as to why he carried a photo of the old house with him, he didn't think much about it.
Putting his wallet away, Hao Ren followed Hao Huai back to the ancestral hall. However, before the two of them entered the ancestral hall, Hao Huai, who was walking in front, suddenly roared: "What the hell are you doing!"
After saying this, Hao Huai rushed into the ancestral hall in three steps and kicked away a young man who was trying to open the ice coffin.
"You are really sick, aren't you? Your brain is broken and your mind is crazy."
Regardless of the young man who fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, Hao Huai looked viciously at the other young man with a silly smile on his face who was still trying to open the ice coffin.
"Hey hey hey..."
Hao Huai's response was still a horrifying giggle.
"My darn thing!"
Hao Ren, who rushed into the ancestral hall, heard the laughter and cursed in his heart, and goosebumps all over his body began to rise uncontrollably.
This was the laughter he heard just now.
Although the voice was a little different, the tone was not the slightest bit different.
"He can't be allowed to open the coffin."
Hao Ren exclaimed.
Although Hao Ren didn't know what would happen if he opened the coffin, his intuition told him that the coffin in the ancestral hall must not be opened.
Fortunately, this was an ice coffin. Unlike traditional coffins with lids, the coffin lid was made of push-pull transparent glass. Therefore, no matter how hard the young man tried to suck the coffin, he even pulled and dislocated his fingers. Lift the coffin lid.
"Damn it, the next door guy is crazy, right?"
Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Hao Huai simply stopped pressing and went around the coffin with a volley kick, then kicked the young man in the face.
boom……
Being slapped directly in the face by a size 44 foot, even if Jackie Chan came, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
There was only a bang, the young man spat out a few broken white teeth, and fell down with a nosebleed.
"What's going on? Are they crazy?"
Hao Huai was a little confused when he helped the two young men who were knocked unconscious by Hao Huai to the corner and lay down.
Why are you opening the second uncle's coffin?
"have no idea."
Hao Ren shook his head, the feeling of being peeped on appeared again.
"Who, who is there!"
Hao Ren suddenly turned around and stared in the direction of the altar.
But except for the rattling of the almost extinguished brazier, there was nothing there.
"What kind of plane are you doing!"
Hao Huai, who was almost frightened to death by Hao Ren's voice, complained and hurriedly caught the half of the cigarette that fell from his mouth.
"nothing."
Hao Ren shook his head, turned around and looked at one of the young men with a size 44 shoe print on his face and nosebleeds gushing out as if for free, and said, "It's better to call 120 first, otherwise I'm afraid he will die."
"Made, is this bitch eating too much lard?"
Hao Huai cursed and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
"Damn it, there's no power at the critical moment."
Hao Huai cursed again and threw the phone with a black screen on the small square stool.
"I'll fight."
Hao Ren said and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
Hao Huai looked at the senior phone that Hao Ren took out and couldn't help complaining: "No, what age is this, and you are still using the senior phone?"
"Tomorrow I will take you to buy the latest Hongmeng phone."
Listening to Hao Huai's heroic words, Hao Ren frowned.
He knew this was the youngest’s cell phone.
It's just that the youngest is very attached to this precious mobile phone on weekdays. Not to mention giving it to others, even touching it, he won't let others touch it.
Just why it is in my own hands now.
"Why are you in a daze?"
Hao Huai waved his hand in front of Hao Ren's eyes.
"nothing."
Hao Ren used his hand to push away Hao Huai's mischievous hand, input the password skillfully, and turned on the phone.
"How do I know the password to this phone?"
Hao Ren was shocked by his subconscious operation.
"Hao Ren, if you don't hurry up, this guy will go into shock due to blood loss."
Hao Huai glanced angrily at the two pitiful young men from the same village in the corner.
"Um."
Didi... didi...
Hao Ren had just pressed 120 and before the broadcast started, he heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance at the end of the village.
"My goodness, is the efficiency of 120 so high now?"
Hao Huai looked at the flickering red and blue lights at the end of the village with some shock.
"I haven't fought yet!"
Hao Ren also looked towards the entrance of the village with some surprise.
The two looked at each other.
How could an ambulance enter the village so late?
"Would you like to go and take a look? We can just take these two fools away together." Hao Huai said.
Hao Ren shook his head and said, "I'd better call 120 just in case. Besides, under normal circumstances, one ambulance won't pull two families."
"That's right. It's such a late night. Maybe some old man got drunk."
Hao Huai refilled a cigarette for himself, the orange cigarette butt flickering in the darkness.
"Wow... wow..."
As soon as Hao Huai finished speaking, a rapid siren sounded clearly from the entrance of the village.
Accompanied by the piercing sirens of ambulances and police cars, Hao Ren looked at the village entrance with blue-red light in the night, and an uneasiness began to spread in his heart.
It seems that I have forgotten a lot of things?
And these things are very important.
Behind the two of them, in the ancestral hall.
No one noticed that the brazier under the altar had slowly begun to extinguish, leaving only a few sparks stubbornly sticking out.
And I don’t know when the two candlelights on the altar turned pale green...
