This dream was so real that it made me wonder if it was more than just a dream.
Recalling the bizarre death of my co-worker Lao Chen, I felt that the origin of the coffin might not be simple, or that it might be some kind of evil spirit.
I got up and washed my face. Seeing that it was still dark, I sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated for a while. I left the work shed as soon as it got light, hoping to find Lao Chen's body and take a look.
After leaving the work shed, I got the news from my co-workers that the body had been taken away by the police and was said to have been sent to the funeral parlor. As for the coffin, I don’t know where it was taken and it was no longer left on the construction site.
Because someone died at the construction site, I didn’t have to go to work for the past two days, so I took out my mobile phone and planned to contact the contractor, Lao Song. On the one hand, I wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the coffin, and on the other hand, I was preparing to ask him for the coffin. Ten thousand yuan in salvage fees.
It is not easy for migrant workers to make money. I have lived a hard life since I was a child, and I know best how a penny can stump a heroic man.
But after the call was connected, Lao Song didn't answer for a long time. I was very confused. It was already bright today. Why didn't Lao Song wake up? Could he be avoiding me on purpose and trying to miss out on the 10,000 yuan? Salvage fee?
I immediately contacted another worker and asked him if he had seen Lao Song.
The worker said with a smile, "There was an accident at the construction site, and I don't have to work for the past two days. Lao Song left yesterday afternoon. Maybe he went to the brothel to find a masseur to study the hardening project of the software. "
Not to mention that this is really possible, Lao Song is good at everything, but his private life is not very clean. He hangs out with girls from the hair salon every now and then. He is in his fifties and has not yet married a wife.
But then I thought about it again and felt something was wrong. The co-worker had just died, and as a contractor he was not busy dealing with the aftermath, so how could he have the leisure to play tricks on girls outside?
I thought about it and felt something was wrong, so I walked out of the construction site, stopped a bus, and planned to go to Lao Song's house to see the situation.
Lao Song is a native of Chongqing. He has a house in the northern suburbs. The location is relatively remote. I have been there several times before and I still have an impression of that place.
The bus bumped for an hour, and finally we arrived. After getting off the bus, I went straight to where Lao Song lived and knocked hard on the door.
"Old Song, the sun is shining on your butt, why don't you get up?"
When I knocked on the door, I noticed that the door to Lao Song's house was ajar and not locked at all. The door opened as soon as I pushed it.
I stood hesitantly at the door and called out to Lao Song several times. I didn't get a response for a long time, which made me feel even more strange.
The door of Lao Song's house is unlocked, which proves that the person should be at home, but why don't you answer me?
I took out my cell phone and called him again. I could get through, but no one answered, which made me impatient. I just opened the door and went in, planning to sit at Lao Song's house and wait for him to come back.
The light in the room was not very good, so I reached to the corner and fumbled to turn on the light.
Before turning on the light switch, I actually found a wooden frame. Out of curiosity, I opened the lighting software on my mobile phone and took a look at the wooden frame. This sight made me widen my eyes and feel unbelievable.
I saw a ceramic product neatly placed on the wooden shelf in the living room of the Old Song family. The surface was dark and covered with stains and dirt. There was actually some strange dried blood stains on the dirt, mixed with a faint gloom. gas.
This pottery product has a sense of age at first glance. It is definitely not something that should be available at this time. It may be an antique.
But Lao Song was just a small contractor, how could he place such valuable antiques at home?
With doubts, I turned on the light, continued to scan the layout of the living room, and soon frowned again.
His living room was messy, as if someone had just ransacked it. The bedroom door was ajar, the sheets and quilt covers were on the floor, even the closet door was open, and the clothes inside were turned around in a mess.
Looking at the messy environment, I wondered if the old Song family had been visited by a thief. It wasn't until I saw another thing under the wooden cabinet that I realized that something was wrong.
Under the wooden cabinet in his house, there was actually a sanitary napkin used by a woman. The door to the side room was covered with dried chicken and duck feces. Secondly, I smelled a faint rancid smell. When I walked under the window sill, I saw that I found several dried wild dog bones and a pile of burnt paper money ashes...
This unusual detail made me squint.
Women's used sanitary napkins, dried chicken and duck feces, wild dog ashes... these things are neatly placed in different corners of the house, much like a folk trick used to ward off evil spirits.
Coupled with the pile of burned paper money and ashes, it shows that the old Song family once performed a simple ritual.
Could it be that Lao Song was haunted by something evil?
My intuition made me associate these abnormal phenomena with the coffin that was salvaged yesterday. I hurried back to the living room and looked at the pottery jar again. The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. Then I took out my phone and pointed it at the jar. Took a photo.
I sent the photo to Boss Long (the shopkeeper of Guzhai who asked me to help him last time because of the Zhao family incident). Just after I had a cigarette, I quickly received a call from Boss Long.
"Zhou Xuan, you can do it. Where did you get the antique? This is from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and it can be worth a lot of money."
Is it really an antique?
I quickly said, "This thing is not mine. It is an ornament placed by a friend of mine at home. I think the shape is quite special, so I sent it to you to see."
Boss Long smiled and said, "Stop pretending, kid. What an ornament. This is obviously a vagina. Your friend is not a tomb robber, right?"
I was stunned for a moment and asked him why he said that?
After all, Boss Long is the shopkeeper of the Antique Shop. He has a detailed grasp of the origins of these ancient pieces. He can tell them at a glance. After my repeated urging, he said slowly,
"There are two types of antiques circulating in the market. One is Ming ware. To put it bluntly, they are passed down from generation to generation. They are well-documented and can be traded openly."
There is also a kind of "yin artifact", which is the kind of burial object with abnormal origin, most of which are from the hands of tomb robbers.
The pottery pots from the Old Song family looked like freshly unearthed Yin vessels. There was a strong "earthy smell" on them, indicating that they had just been dug up not long ago.
After listening to Boss Long’s analysis, I felt completely bad.
I thought of the coffin yesterday. When the coffin was salvaged ashore, Lao Song immediately asked someone to take it into the warehouse. At that time, several workers wanted to go over and watch the fun, but Lao Song drove them away without mercy. .
In the blink of an eye, there was an antique in his house, which was a newly unearthed vagina.
The origin of this clay pot is self-evident. Most likely, Lao Song used his authority to open the coffin and stole it from inside.
This old boy is so greedy.
After hanging up the phone, I fell into a tangle. The origin of this thing was not legitimate. Lao Song hid it at home. If the police discovered it, it would definitely cause trouble and even go to jail.
After thinking about it, I found a piece of yellow cloth, wrapped the pottery pot directly, took it with me and left, planning to persuade Lao Song to hand over the things next time I saw him. There was no need to do anything illegal just for a windfall. thing.
But it turns out that I thought things simply. Just when I was taking the clay pot and preparing to go out, my phone suddenly rang. When I looked at the caller ID, it was a call from my coworker Chen Tao.
As soon as I put the phone to my ear, I heard Chen Tao's nervous voice,
"Zhou Xuan, come back quickly, something happened at the construction site again!"
