This scene instantly stimulated the visual nerves of Fatty and the three of them, causing the three of them to subconsciously take a few steps back.
Hanged ghosts, also known as hanged ghosts, are mostly people who committed suicide or were hanged in ancient times.
The rope on the beam is a typical noose with two ends knotted into a noose. People who die in this way will suffocate due to broken cervical vertebrae until they are strangled to death.
The process of death is painful and slow, so the tongue of the hanged person will be elongated, the face will be ferocious, and the eyes will be white and protruding, as if they will fall off at any time.
In ancient times, there were folk legends about the hanged ghost. According to the legend, if you meet him while walking at night, don't look at him, otherwise he will hang you in the same way as him.
Because hanged ghosts are usually very painful or suffered great injustice during their lifetime, otherwise they would not use such an extremely painful way to kill themselves.
Zhang Dong was originally a very energetic young man, but because he chose this method of death, his complexion was ashen at the moment, and his tongue was extended to his waist.
The bulging eyes that rolled back were squeezed out of their sockets, and pain was written on his face.
Mucus kept falling to the ground from Zhang Dong's tongue.
After the fat man reacted for a few seconds, he suddenly subconsciously touched his neck.
Just now when they were not wiping the bottom of the pot, the fat man had moved forward to investigate. At that time, he felt some liquid dripping on his neck.
After understanding this, the fat man suddenly felt sick all over his body. He rubbed his neck vigorously, and then looked helplessly at the translucent figure still hanging on the beam and said:
"I know you are in pain, but there is no need to use such extreme methods.
Ghosts who die violently cannot be reincarnated and have to repeat what happened and the feelings they experienced at the moment of death.
Why do you think you are doing this? "
However, just as the fat man finished speaking, the three of them noticed that Zhang Dong who was hanging from the beam was gone, leaving only an empty rope hanging there.
But within a few seconds, Zhang Dong's figure walked out of the room next to him step by step.
He put his neck around the rope again and kicked the chair down.
As the fat man said, Zhang Dong is now a ghost who died violently, so he has to keep repeating the process of suicide. If there is no chance, if things go on like this, sooner or later he will turn into a ghost because of his deep resentment.
When the time comes, it will either be harvested by heaven or by humans, and there will be no good results.
Looking at Zhang Dong who was hanging on the rope and struggling painfully, the fat man said with some unbearability:
"Okay, tell us first what happened.
People can't be resurrected after death, but at least we can help you get to the bottom of the matter, so that you won't die in such a miserable way. "
However, it was as if Zhang Dong couldn't hear the fat man's words. After hanging from the beam, his figure would disappear, and then he would walk out of the house and repeat the hanging process over and over again.
The fat man kept persuading him earnestly, but this scene was seen by Kong Jie who was standing at the door. It was just the fat man talking to himself in the room. Ma Ling'er and Yan Qilin next to him were still serious. He nodded repeatedly.
Since coming into contact with these people, Kong Jie has had such thoughts more than once.
There must be something wrong with these people, right?
But Kong Jie didn't know Fatty and the others, but he was no stranger to Feng Yun.
He looked sideways at Feng Yun suspiciously, only to find that Feng Yun had a calm face, as if he was not surprised by this incident.
Before Kong Jie could ask anything, he saw the fat man turning back to Feng Yun as if asking for help:
"Director, what kind of situation is this? It's completely impossible to communicate."
In response to the fat man's inquiry, Feng Yun said calmly:
"Think about what I said in class before, why do ghosts who die violently keep repeating what happened when they died?"
These words gave a few people a wake-up call, and soon Ma Ling'er said:
"I remember the director said at the time that all ghosts who died violently were guarded by ghost guards.
They need to keep repeating what happened when they died. Only after reaching a certain number of times can they have a chance to be taken to the underworld.
Suicide is a serious crime, so before going to the underworld, they need to constantly experience pain to atone for their sins. "
"In other words, the reason why this guy didn't dare to stop is because someone is watching?
So what should we do? "
The fat man continued thinking along this line of thinking:
"To put it bluntly, ghosts are a kind of ghost, but they have some moral practices and have vocations.
We have to find a way to temporarily stop the ghost guards from guarding Zhang Dong, otherwise this guy will keep committing suicide here, which makes me mentally fragile. "
“If ghosts don’t enter the hall, it must be the door god!”
Yan Qilin's cold words immediately made Fatty and Ma Ling'er's eyes light up.
"Yes, door god! Just now I saw if there was something on that door..."
While talking, the fat man looked towards the door outside. Only then did he realize that the two portraits of door gods posted on the door had already been taken away by the weird old man.
wrong!
At this moment, the fat man and the others only realized it later, and immediately after, the three of them felt a numbness in their scalps.
There is something wrong with that old man. Judging from this, it is not a coincidence that the old man posted the doorkeeper on the door.
Thinking about it again, the old man was asking questions and answering questions just now even though he was in the room. This matter was obviously not as simple as the three of them thought before.
"Has that old man been talking to Zhang Dong's ghost?"
Fatty later felt that such a sentence made Feng Yun's eyes flash with a bit of relief.
Although it took a little time, at least the three of them were able to think of this key point again, and there was still progress.
The more the fat man and the others thought about it, the more something was wrong. If the door god statue posted on the door was to block ghosts and give the old man a chance to talk to Zhang Dong, it would mean that the old man was not simple.
"Come on, we have to go find the old man.
Firstly, we need to find out what the old man’s background is, and secondly, we probably won’t be able to find the statue of the door god except where he is! "
After the fat man said these words, he hurriedly walked out the door.
Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er followed closely behind with solemn expressions.
The three of them left the place in a hurry. Kong Jie was stunned on the spot and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Director Feng, what are you doing here, and what are your team members busy with? Why am I getting more and more confused as I watch."
Facing Kong Jie's confused inquiry, Feng Yun smiled and patted his shoulder:
"I don't know either, so we have to catch up quickly, or we will miss it..."
"this……"
Kong Jie looked at Feng Yun in confusion, as if Feng Yun and the people in the polling bureau were not familiar with each other at all!
But Feng Yun has always had an intriguing smile on his face. This expression has appeared on Feng Yun's face since he saw the weird old man before, and now he seems to be following the fat man. There are still some expectations.
After the fat man came out straight away, he asked some villagers about the old man who smoked cigarettes.
After inquiring like this, I actually got some clues.
The villagers said that they did not know what the old man's name was, and that he was not from the village, but was one of the few outsiders in the village.
Fushou Village has Yong'an River in front and Phoenix Mountain in the back. When the old man came here, he said that this place was a treasure of Feng Shui, so he bought a small house at the foot of the mountain and lived here.
Because the old man never left his hand, people in the village called him the smoker.
And in the narrations of the villagers, they all said that the old man was very talkative.
No one knew the old man's past, and he rarely talked to other people.
However, people often see this old man standing at the door talking to himself when he has nothing to do.
He seemed to pay special attention to the two portraits of door gods posted on the door. He would wipe them carefully from time to time, and even burn incense during festivals, which seemed particularly pious.
This old man never showed up when the village held official events, but when it came to white events, he would come by himself even without being invited.
I'm so busy that if I don't eat a bite of food at the end of the day, I'll leave quietly.
In order to thank him, some people later sent him some food, but the old man strangely refused to accept any of them.
As time went by, everyone got used to it, and they would say hello when they saw each other in the village, but they didn't have much interaction with each other.
The three fat men's views on the old man became more and more strange. With their minds full of doubts, they quickly passed through the village road and saw a small tiled house in a remote place at the foot of the mountain.
This tile-roofed house is not big. It looks like it is just a courtyard when you enter. There is a small vegetable patch outside the door, where some ordinary vegetables are grown.
There was a dog tied at the door. The dog was completely black and had no hair at all. It stood as tall as a six or seven-year-old child and looked a bit scary.
And there are two small dots on this dog's eyebrows, which look like two extra eyes.
The three fat men felt a little uneasy when they saw the dog, but even after they got closer, the dog still seemed not to see it. It was fast asleep with its eyelids drooped, as if it did not have the function of guarding the door.
This made the fat man quickly think that during the chat with the villagers just now, someone had accidentally mentioned that the dog he raised was a bit strange. He never heard it barking during the day. Every time it barked, it always barked in the middle of the night, and all the time. I screamed for several hours.
The screams were unhurried and irregular. Sometimes there was no movement for a long time, and sometimes the screams lasted from midnight to dawn.
Looking at it now, this dog is really a little strange. It is clearly watching the stranger approach, but it doesn't pay any attention to it. It retracts its head under its paws and starts to fall asleep again.
The three of them soon stood in front of this dilapidated tile-roofed house. There were overgrown weeds under the courtyard wall. The weeds even reached the door, and no one was seen taking care of it. The wooden door was tattered and full of dust. The two statues of door gods affixed above are not stained by any dust.
The three of them quickly recognized that these two door god portraits were the ones they had seen at the door of Zhang Dong's house. The old man tore them off, brought them back, and pasted them on his door.
"It's weird. Does this old man have to carry these two door god paintings with him wherever he goes?"
The fat man muttered, reaching out and patting the rusty iron ring.
This iron ring was called "Fushou" in ancient times. It has the meaning of exorcising evil spirits and is a very traditional architectural door decoration.
A dull sound spread into the house, and soon a figure appeared in the yard.
Listening to the footsteps, the man slowly came to the door, and then opened a gap.
The person standing at the door was the weird old man whom the few people met before. The fat man shook the badge in his hand, then put his foot against the wooden door to prevent it from closing, and said with a smile:
"Old man, we are from the polling bureau and we have something to do with you."
Sure enough, when the fat man finished speaking, the old man was about to close the door, but only then did he notice that the fat man had already blocked the door with his foot and could not close it no matter how hard he tried.
"Let me ask you, when you went to Zhang Dong's house, why did you put the door god painting on the door?
Is it to guard against ghosts so that I can talk to the ghost of Zhang Dong? "
Or maybe the fat man could talk, and he threw Wang Zhao out. As expected, these words made a bit of surprise appear on the old man's face, which really calmed him down.
Seeing the expression on the old man's face, the fat man knew it, so he didn't beep too much. He finished the king bomb and then added four twos, and said bluntly:
"The story of the ghost boat on the Yong'an River has now spread in the village, and our polling bureau is here to investigate the case thoroughly.
A family was wiped out overnight, and an explanation must be found for this matter. Therefore, we at the polling bureau took over the case in order to prevent this case from becoming an unsolved case or being considered an accident due to its special nature.
But there was a ghost. Looking at Zhang Dong's ghost, we had to repeat the hanging process, and we were unable to question him.
So we came here this time to borrow this portrait of the door god from you. "
The fat man made the purpose of their visit clear, and the old man, who was called the smoker, kept looking at the fat man and the others with doubts in his cloudy eyes.
"What does the polling bureau do?"
After a while, the old man asked in a hoarse voice, and Ma Ling'er on the side said seriously:
"The Poll Bureau, whose full name is the 'Folklore Investigation and Research Bureau,' specializes in thoroughly investigating all cases involving evil spirits.
There is a punishment department for human crimes, and there is a polling bureau for evil crimes.
Old man, we are not interested in your secrets. As long as it does not involve crime, we will not disturb you.
I just want to ask the door god to use the portrait and ask some details of the case. "
After Ma Ling'er finished speaking, the old man was silent for a few seconds. To everyone's surprise, he turned sideways and looked at the two portraits of door gods posted on the door, speaking in a very familiar way. Luo asked in a tone of voice:
"Old man, can we help you with this?"
The fat man and the others looked at the old man in confusion. They didn't hear any response, but they saw the old man nodded slightly, and then carefully took off the two door god paintings.
"Take it, be careful..."
At the old man's instruction, Ma Ling'er took the two portraits with both hands, and then the three of them turned around and prepared to return to Zhang Dong's home without stopping.
It's just that the old man has been standing at the door thoughtfully, looking at the backs of the fat man and others.
No one knows what this weird old man was thinking in just a few seconds...
(End of chapter)
