It turns out that ten years ago, when Tang Quan's parents suddenly went crazy, there were several other elderly people who also went crazy.
All the young people in their family were there, saying that the old man saw something he shouldn't have seen in the middle of the night, and then he stayed up late at night.
Either sharpening knives late at night, or walking around the yard with a basin of feces and urine, and even swearing and talking nonsense, making their home a mess.
Even the neighbors next door are harassed every day and complain endlessly.
It didn't take long for those old people to die suddenly.
Those families were suddenly impoverished.
Because of these things, the urban village has an unwritten curfew, and almost no one dares to go out at night.
Damn it, few people say it anymore.
But from time to time, people say that they have lost gold jewelry and cash.
Even if you wear a gold bracelet on your hand, it will be empty when you wake up.
Put money under your pillow and it will disappear out of thin air.
For several years after that, as long as someone had gold, silver, or cash at home, it would definitely be stolen if they could not survive the night.
Having said this, Tang Quan seemed to have remembered something and hurriedly entered the west room.
When he came out, he was still holding a pile of red banknotes in his hand, and he was obviously relieved.
"Master, I will deposit it in the bank later."
I didn't express any opinions on Tang Quan's behavior, I just squinted my eyes and thought.
The old man stayed up late at night, sharpening his knife, holding feces and urine, and swearing. To ordinary people, they seemed crazy.
But to me, it didn't sound like that at all.
They really saw a ghost.
Those local methods were all used to deal with dirty things in the early years.
Tang Quan's parents, like those old people, all behaved strangely after seeing ghosts, and then died suddenly.
"Uncle Tang, did you have gold and silver jewelry at home before, or did you keep money there?" I asked Tang Quan again.
Tang Quan was excited, nodded and said: "I really put a lot of money away. The old man has no habit of saving money. They kept all the money I got back with them. When they were doing the funeral, they didn't find those things. I thought Where in the house are they hiding..."
"Master...you mean, hell, making people go crazy and dying, and losing money are the same thing?"
Tang Quan's eyelids kept twitching.
I was silent again.
The dead have obsessions, the wronged person has his debtor, and the ghost demands his life. This is just a specific way of saying it.
For example, there are some starving ghosts who will constantly eat and drink ordinary people, until they are still alive, sick, or even to death, and then replace them with the next person.
People who drowned by the river used water plants to pull their ankles all year round. People who died in car accidents struggled at intersections every day, looking for a scapegoat.
If a ghost steals money, he must be a poor ghost.
This village in the city is really a bit smoky.
It's just that the poor guy doesn't seem to have anything to do with the sick guy last night?
What about the other ghost in the chamber pot?
The Tang family is more than just a ghost.
His parents went crazy and died violently after seeing a ghost, and there are ghosts living in the house. This is definitely not a coincidence.
"Uncle Tang, don't save this money yet." I said to Tang Quan.
"This...just in case..."
"Can't throw it away." I replied.
"I understand, Master." Tang Quan turned around and went back to the room. When he came out, he no longer had any money.
The porridge was a little cold, so I drank it in a few mouthfuls and ate the rest.
Getting up, I said again: "I will be back before dark. Uncle Tang, please go and inquire about two things later. Ten years ago, did anyone die of poverty or illness?"
Tang Quan nodded and understood.
I went back to the east room, changed into another set of clothes, and took out the wooden box for blessing.
First clean your facial skin with a brush and then start applying makeup.
There was a mirror on the bedside table, and I looked at my face.
This time, the skin on the face under the makeup was yellow, the cheeks were slightly sunken, the bridge of the nose was narrow and long, and there was a mole in the corner of the eye.
When I walked out of the room, Tang Quan was sweeping the floor.
When he saw me, he was so frightened that he couldn't hold on to the crutches and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Uncle Tang, I'm going out." I said again. Only then did Tang Quan react. He nodded quickly and squatted down to touch the crutches.
When I left the hospital, I noticed that there was no one on both sides before I walked out.
At noon, the urban village was noisier than Jiangxi Street. Small merchants set up stalls selling vegetables, and children ran wildly on the road. No one paid attention to me.
In about an hour, I arrived at the street where my uncle lived.
I stopped at the door of the bookstore for a moment before walking in.
There are bookcases on the walls, and there are several bookcases in the shop that separate passages.
There were several tables and chairs next to the cashier, and some people were sitting there reading quietly.
I took a book and sat down.
From this angle, you can just see all the pedestrians passing by the door of the bookstore.
Things in the urban village were a little weird, but not weird enough to distract me.
If I want to attack Sun Dahai, I can't just do it casually.
The fat boss was sitting behind the bookstall, just in front of the desk and chair. His back was to me, and his clothes were stretched so tight that they were about to fall apart.
After sitting quietly for a long time, it was almost 11:30 noon.
Sun Dahai walked out slowly from a side alley.
He was tall and thin, wearing casual clothes, with his hands behind his back, looking happy and casual.
The fat boss yelled, raised his head and said, "Old Sun, are you going to buy groceries today? Isn't it too late?"
"Haha, my son left last night. I went out for a walk today to deal with two people casually. There will be a cross talk in the afternoon." Sun Dahai's voice was as harsh as ever.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, still lowering my head, and the words on the page felt scattered.
"Hey, you are still great, Old Sun. Now you are retiring. Unlike us, we still have to guard the stall." The fat boss said with a strong sense of envy.
"Haha, what's so great about me? It's up to my son to live up to my reputation, so I don't have to suffer from that."
Sun Dahai walked away with a smile.
I closed my eyes and relaxed for a long time before my emotions calmed down.
I got up, took the book and gave the money.
The fat boss didn’t pay attention to me. The people who came to read and buy books every day were like running water.
After leaving the bookstore, I turned into the alley familiarly.
The walls of the alley, which is about ten meters deep, are covered with small advertisements. At the end of the alley, there is a T-shaped entrance. Turn right and you will see the door of the unit where Sun Dahai's family lives.
The rusty iron door was blocked with wood as in previous years and was not locked.
I opened the door and stepped onto the dirty, black stairs.
Third floor, right, 301.
The door is still the same door, and the people who live here are still the same people.
I actually admire Sun Dahai a little. Even though he took so much of my Luo family's property, it can be said that the Sun family is now wealthy, but he still lives in this old and small house.
That's good, it saves me the hassle of looking for him all over Jinyang.
The conversation between Sun Dahai and the bookstore owner still lingers in my ears.
Sun Zhuo left yesterday, and today Sun Dahai lives alone.
The reason why I didn't follow him was simple. It was inconvenient in broad daylight, and I hadn't made careful arrangements yet, so I couldn't do it rashly.
He raised his forearms, and the knock on the door echoed in the corridor.
No one responded.
I took out a thin piece of copper and inserted it into the door lock. I pressed my knees against the door and exerted my strength with my hands.
There was a slight click, and the door opened.
On weekdays, Lao Qintou takes me to dig out coffins and shave heads. He does a lot of work of opening coffins. Some coffins have special locks, which is not a problem for me, let alone an old door in an old community.
Entering Sun Dahai's house, the furniture in the house is completely different from what it was ten years ago. It is all made of solid wood, with black wood and bright glaze.
The words suddenly sounded out in a cold, hoarse voice: "Little thief! Little thief!
