When he turned to look at Uncle Ma, he also looked sad. Because Uncle Ma had been in prison, this experience was originally considered unfortunate. He may have thought that the old man's life would be more difficult, but it should not be so difficult.
The smoke from the incense in his hand drifted, hitting the broken wooden door, and then dissipated in all directions. I understand this means that we should enter the house. So I put the incense on the side of the door, burned some money paper, and then opened the door and entered the house.
The room was pitch dark, with no windows. I could only use the faint light seeping in from the cracks in the ceiling to find the light switch on the wall, but I couldn't find it after groping for a long time, so I could only light a match. But I found that there were no electric lights in the room at all. There was a portable kerosene lamp on the ground, so I lit the kerosene lamp before the matches burned out.
In the dim light, it was clearly visible in the originally small room. Under the base of the wall at the end, there was a layer of straw spread on the ground. On the straw was a moisture-proof mat made of dried rice dumpling leaves. On top of that, there was a dirty wooden board. I looked carefully and saw that the wooden board was not even a bed board, but a door board. There were several flattened fertilizer bags on the door panel, with a pillow and a quilt on them. It is not difficult to imagine how many years such an elderly man has slept on such a bed.
I breathed hard through my nose, trying to see if there was the smell I was looking for in this small house. In a sense, that smell proved whether ghosts existed at this moment, and the intensity of the smell represented It depends on the ghost's ability. The smell is there, but it's also mixed with a musty smell.
The room was simply furnished, with no furniture except for the bed, if that counted as a bed. There are some finger-thick hemp ropes and a straw hat hanging on the wall. On the other wall, there is a rope at the corner, with some clothes and pants hanging on it. It doesn't look very shabby, but there are still things on the ground. I was missing a pair of cloth shoes, which were already very old and dirty.
I asked Uncle Ma to hold the kerosene lamp for me so that I could have my hands free to do my own thing. Judging by the time, the old man passed away at least more than two months ago, and this shabby little house must not be the place where he really misses. Now that we have found this place under the leadership of soldiers and horses, it should be easy to find direct or indirect answers if we do water magic here.
So I put a water bowl in approximately the center of the room, burned the talisman paper, and performed the round light technique. Because it is known that the old man is now a ghost and has also stayed in this house for a long time. He may even have died in this house. Therefore, the content of my question will not confirm the identity, but directly ask the reason why this ghost remains. Soon, the ashes in the bowl gradually pieced together into a long strip that was narrow in front and wide in back, looking like a rifle.
What does this mean? Could it be that this old man was shot to death and wants revenge?
I asked Uncle Ma to come over and take a look. Without prompting, he also said that it looked like a rifle. Because like my father, he had been a warrior in the Sichuan Army, so it was easy to tell the difference. After staring for a while, I really couldn't think of anything more like this development, so I started to ask Mi. It probably means that if you are willing to follow me, sink all four and float three. If you are not willing, sink all. If you have other feelings, sink all and then float two more.
The result of asking for rice was that the old man was not willing to stay, but he was also unwilling to leave just like that. Then the problem lies with the gun that was developed, so I asked one more question, were you shot to death? I regretted it just after asking, and cursed myself for being stupid. No matter what kind of ghost it is, it is very taboo for others to ask about the cause of its death, because doing so will force it to recall the tragic situation of its death. So I quickly apologized in my heart, but the old man's ghost didn't show how angry he was with me, but it also didn't answer my question.
What I originally expected to be a very simple thing now seems a bit difficult to do. I had known for a long time that the old man must have stayed because of some reason that he couldn't let go. Who knew that this reason was actually related to a gun. Since liberation, all civilian firearms have been turned in. In the clear sky, I Where to find this gun? According to what Uncle Ma said before, this old man was also a soldier in his early years, and his ears were deafened by the war. Could it be said that he actually hid the rifle he used and could not part with it when he died?
The room is only so big now, and the gun is not a gadget. If it is hidden at home, it should not be difficult to find it. So I started rummaging around, not missing any possible nook and cranny. But I found nothing but a bunch of cobwebs and rat shit.
At this moment, a voice came from the door: Who are you and what are you doing here?
I turned around and saw that the person speaking was an aunt about fifty years old. When Uncle Ma and I were rummaging around here, they probably thought we were thieves. But because she asked, it meant that she knew the old man who used to live here. If we are really thieves, most people passing by know that there is nothing to steal in this house, and they probably won’t come over and question like this aunt. Because of this, I am almost certain that she not only knows this old man, And the relationship is relatively good, at least he is someone who cares about this old man.
I said to the aunt, "Auntie, you have misunderstood. I am a monk. This uncle is the barber not far below you." The aunt looked at the two of us doubtfully. Uncle Ma and I also put out the kerosene lamp and walked outside the house so that the aunt could see Uncle Ma and me clearly. Uncle Ma has been setting up a stall in this area for a long time. Although this aunt is not his customer, she still knows Uncle Ma from time to time. However, this does not eliminate the aunt's doubts. She saw us walking out and backed away. He took two steps and said warily, a monk? What are you doing here?
So I told the aunt that, to tell you the truth, although the old man passed away, he left in a somewhat unclean manner, which has affected Uncle Ma. The old man is a regular customer of Uncle Ma, and our acquaintance is fate. Uncle Ma is kind-hearted, so he invited me to see if there is any way to let the old man leave peacefully.
This is actually because of my lack of experience. If I were an old fox like Master, I could fool this aunt in just a few words. But when I panicked, I told the truth. I didn’t even think about this aunt when I said it. Who do you think we are?
But what surprised me was that after hearing what I said, a look of sadness flashed across this lady's face. Because if most people hear me say this, their first reaction will be disbelief and doubt. I'll tell you the truth, assassins sound so ridiculous. But the aunt's expression surprised me, so I asked her, "Auntie, has this happened to you too?"
The aunt looked at me, hesitated to speak, then she suddenly turned around and walked away. I called her several times, but she didn't look back.
Uncle Ma asked me anxiously, what should I do now? I asked what else I could do. The aunt's expression showed that she knew something. Judging by her age, she should not be a relative of the old man, and appearing here so coincidentally meant that she must be a neighbor nearby. If she could encounter something similar to you, the neighbors would have heard about it.
So I said, let’s go and find out.
I closed the door of the old man's room and continued walking deeper along the alley. Soon I saw a group of aunties gathering together to chat, including the aunt just now. She saw us coming, but this time she didn't turn around and leave, but just looked at us. Just when we were about ten meters away from this group of aunties, they suddenly stopped discussing, and the second uncle all looked at us.
This action clearly conveyed a message to me: these people were insiders and already knew what Uncle Ma and I were here for. Sure enough, when we got closer, one of the older aunts asked me, little kid, why did you come to see Old Man Zhang?
Only then did Uncle Ma and I find out that the old man’s surname was Zhang. So I told the aunts about the situation again, and they still didn't lie. After I finished speaking, I asked my aunt. According to our judgment, this uncle has been dead for more than two months, but after his death, people should have seen him one after another. If any aunties have this kind of problem, If so, I hope you can tell me so that I can let the old man go with peace of mind as soon as possible. If not, please tell me the old man's situation so that I can find more clues. Thank you, aunties. .
Everyone present was silent for a moment, and the first aunt suddenly spoke to me and said, "Young man, all of us here know Old Man Zhang, and indeed, as you said, we have seen him constantly over the past few days, but In the past month, I basically haven’t seen it. When we first met him, we just felt that his behavior was a little abnormal. Out of concern for each other among the neighbors, I went to his house to check on him that day, only to find that he had passed away in his bed, and had expired. For a long time.
