"Grandpa! Why didn't you make a call when you came here?"
"Shui Shui, your dad is not at home, why do you dare to bring strangers to your house? What do they do?"
Xia Shuishui's expression changed, and she seemed to be very afraid of her grandfather.
I quickly stood up and said, "That's right, we are from China Unicom. Ms. Xia called and said there was no signal at home, so we came over to have a look."
The old man frowned, pointed to the compass in his hand for checking household registration, and asked, "What does China Unicom do with this thing?"
I immediately said: "This is an imported "self-induction geomagnetic field pulse signal terminal wave detector". It is used to see whether the signal in the nearby area is interfered with by the magnetic field."
"It's nonsense! Get out of here!" The old man got angry.
Xia Shuishui blinked hard at me. I knew she meant for us to evacuate first, so I checked my household registration and said we should leave quickly.
Unexpectedly, the household registration checker threw the compass to me, and he made a strange move.
He blocked one of his eyes with his hand and looked at the old man with only one eye.
He quickly put down his hand after checking the household registration, and said calmly: "The roots of the mountain are broken, and the lines are like flowers. The ancestral property is lost and the young people have left home. The brothers are separated by Yin and Yang. When I get old, my heart feels numb when I think about it. The old man must have a dragon-tiger face. I know if you have been at night recently." Can’t sleep and often have nightmares?”
"Oh? Are you Mr. Physiotherapist?"
The household registration examiner raised his hand and said: "Exactly, I am from the civilian civilian sect, Nanping household registration checker."
The old man snorted coldly: "What I distrust the most in my life are swindlers like you. If you don't leave, I will call the police station."
I held the compass under my arm and forced myself to go out to check my household registration.
When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned around to check his household registration and shouted loudly: "Everyone has a mortal life! It doesn't matter if he is in a high position! Don't do bad things in the past! Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door at night! Think carefully about what I just said!"
As soon as I left Xia's house, I said, "Uncle Cha, you can't be tough. That old man is probably a retired cadre. You pissed him off. He might put us both in jail with just one phone call. This time No, let’s just look for opportunities next time.”
After checking the household registration, he immediately said: "Before I came here, I had a hunch that it might not be easy to earn one hundred thousand yuan. Why do you think my disk is pointing to that old man?"
"How would I know! Could it be that Grandpa Xia Shuishui is not a human being, but a ghost?"
The household registration checker frowned and said: "I'm not afraid that he is a ghost, I'm afraid that he is neither a human nor a ghost! Have you ever heard of a word called a breadwinner?"
I trembled and said, "I only know that there are people raising little mantongs abroad and in our country in Guangdong, but I don't understand. What are the specific benefits of that?"
"Of course there are benefits! You can get wealth! You can get rich! You can have good luck! You can live longer! If there is an expert to guide you! The benefits will be even greater!"
"Uncle Cha, you mean...her grandfather raised ghosts to make money and increase his life?"
"Oh! You said that, kid! I didn't say anything!"
"I was in a hurry before I came here. I haven't eaten anything for a day. Is there any good food in the local area? I need to fill my stomach."
It was getting dark and I hadn't eaten anything all day, so I took him to a restaurant to eat fish meal.
While eating, there was a young woman at the next table holding a child in her arms. The child burst into tears when he saw me.
I touched the thick bandage on my head and felt bad.
At this time, Xia Shuishui called. He immediately asked for his mobile phone to check his household registration. He said while whispering: "Girl, listen to me. When you go to bed at night, close the curtains tightly, put your head to the south, draw a basin of water, and remember Mix half boiling water with half cold water, then take a pair of shoes you have worn and put them in the water, then take the basin outside. If you hear footsteps outside at night, ignore them and don't open the door to look."
After that, he returned the phone to me and said, "We should be more careful in the near future and avoid going to places like hospitals or public toilets at night."
It was actually okay that he didn't tell me, but I was scared when he told me. I told him about my car accident and let him see the cracked mountain ghost to spend money.
Checking the household registration nodded in approval and said: "It's good money. It was minted by the local government in the past. Don't throw it away. Keep it if it saved your life. If you have a chance, you can find someone to repair it. It's in such good condition these days." Mountain ghosts are also hard to find.”
I nodded and asked Xia Shuishui how to solve the problem next? He thought for a while and said: "The situation is more complicated than I expected. Please allow me to think about it for two days."
I didn't expect that this matter could be solved at once. In fact, the biggest resistance came from within their families, who did not support it, which made it difficult for us to handle it.
At around 7 o'clock in the evening, after first arranging Uncle Cha's accommodation, I went to Qiaotou Night Market with him to hang out, because it was not far away and I was a little full from food.
At that time, the Qiaotou Night Market was under a bridge. I don’t know what the bridge was called. It was very lively at night and there were many street stalls. It was no worse than the Internet celebrity night market in Qilong Lane of Qiandao Lake now.
I saw a stall selling watercolor paintings at the night market. This kind of watercolor painting does not require a brush, but is painted with paint on your fingers. If you meet someone with good skills, you can paint whatever you want, and you can paint a picture for ten yuan.
An idea struck me and I asked: "Master, can you draw portraits?"
"No problem, draw yourself or draw someone else. Just draw someone else with a photo."
."I don't have a photo, can you draw it after I describe the features?"
"This...I have never tried this kind of thing before. It seems a bit difficult. I'm afraid that the drawing may not meet your expectations."
"It's okay, Master. I told you that your painting doesn't matter whether it looks like it or not. I'll give you a hundred yuan."
"Okay, let's give it a try."
I sat in front of the stall, closed my eyes and recalled the faces in my mind.
I'm talking about characteristics, such as wearing a baseball cap, a long face, a high nose bridge, thin cheekbones, etc.
This master's skills are very strong, and I feel that he is no worse than those who work in sketching at the police station. He can sketch out the feeling I described in just a few strokes.
"Okay, do you think it looks like it?"
"Master, please change your mouth and make your lips thinner."
"in this way?"
"right!"
"that's all!"
Looking at this guy with a baseball cap and cold eyes on the paper, I clenched my fists! This is very similar! I didn't see the opponent's face clearly at first that day, but later during the fight, I saw his face.
I definitely don’t know this person. As long as I can find this person, I can follow the clues and find out who wants to harm me.
I took a picture of the portrait, sent it to Xiguatou via MMS, and then called him to ask for his help in finding the killer’s identity.
Soon, more than 20 minutes later, Xiguatou called me back. He said, "I have an idea. There is indeed a person on the local road who looks very similar to the person in your portrait."
I gritted my teeth and said, "Who is it? What's your name?"
Xiguatou said calmly: "This man's name is Zhang Zhiyu. He is a member of the Zhenhai Gang. He is usually responsible for the dirty work of wiping butt | buttocks."
"People from Zhenhai??!"
I took a deep breath, said thank you and hung up.
After reacting, I kicked the stool over in anger!
To calm myself down, I didn't call Li Kangyang to question him. I didn't want to alert him. No matter what his reasons were, I'm not the kind of person who keeps silent after suffering a loss.
I lit a cigarette and sneered in my heart: "Li Kangyang, you son of a bitch, I, Xiang Yunfeng, will never finish this with you."
