After saying goodbye to the uncle, Gu Mian and the others visited the residents near the plastic factory and learned that it was indeed a textile factory.
Yu Wenhao sorted out the information in his hands:
"Mingming Plastic Factory was originally a wasteland. In 1978, the reform and opening up policy set off a wave of factory construction, and Shenghong Textile Factory was established;
Then in 1990, the reform of state-owned enterprises triggered a wave of layoffs among workers across the country, and many factories failed to survive and directly declared closure;
The Shenghong Textile Factory also failed to survive and closed down in 1991;
A year later, in 1992, this place was bought again, the originally small textile factory was bulldozed, and a plastic factory was built, which is now the Mingliang Plastic Factory.
The Mingliang Plastics Factory was built that year and started operating immediately. However, a fire broke out within three years. As you know, it was the fire that burned to death at sea. "
Gu Mian nodded, and they all knew what happened next.
In 1995, a fire broke out at the Mingliang Plastics Factory. Yu Hai was burned to death in that row of offices. Later, the row of offices were bulldozed and workshops were built. Zhao Wen and Zhou Guanglei worked in these newly built workshops.
Yu Hai, who was supposed to be dead, kept wandering on that land, so he became entangled with Zhao Wen and Zhou Guanghai.
Yu Wenhao then looked at the pieces of paper in his hand: "I found out that there seemed to be a fire in the original Shenghong Textile Factory, and a woman was burned to death."
He didn't find out the specific situation, because it was more than ten years ago, and the residents nearby had changed many times, and no one knew the situation back then.
"I heard that this textile factory had a family building built nearby. If the family building is still there, you should be able to find the old employees of the textile factory." Yu Wenhao shrank his neck uncomfortably.
The sun was hanging high in the sky, but he felt cold all over his body. The feeling of being watched never disappeared, but became even stronger.
Qing Huan also turned around frequently, always feeling like there was something behind her.
Fortunately for Huang Yu, he didn't dare to go to the phone at all, so he didn't receive any scary calls during the day.
Gu Mian looked at the two pale-faced people: "Why are you so reacting today?"
Their faces were not as pale as this yesterday.
Yu Wenhao shook his head slightly: "I'm a little scared. Although I can't see where it is, I always feel that it is very close. It seems that as soon as I close my eyes, it will stick to my face when I open it again."
Qing Huan also spoke slowly: "I think so too... I don't know why I always feel that the speed of that thing is getting faster today..."
As he spoke, he looked back uneasily, but there was nothing behind him and he couldn't see anything.
Seeing this, Gu Mian touched his chin: "Probably because we have almost found the source."
It seems that finding the source of the curse will be of some use, otherwise the ghosts following him will not speed up.
"Hurry up and find the family building." Gu Mian raised his head and glanced at the high sun: "Otherwise, if we continue at this rate, you will be wiped out tonight."
Yu Wenhao quickly took out a piece of paper and said, "No one knows where the family's building is. A person who lives nearby said that he still remembered a little bit, so he drew a picture for me based on his memory. Take a look."
Gu Mian raised his eyes and looked at the map in his hand.
I have to say that this map is a bit too simple. There are frames all over it, which should represent buildings.
A line shuttled between the gaps in the frame, and a small cross was made at the end of the line.
Gu Mian also drew this kind of map when she was in elementary school.
He pointed to the largest box on the map: "This should be the plastic factory. The line starts here. Let me see, this direction is... go west first."
At this time, the sun in the sky had begun to shift to the west, and the few of them walked quickly westward without any delay.
Huang Yu said uneasily on the way: "If we find the source of the curse, what do we need to do?"
What should be done to stop the evil ghost from pursuing him?
Yu Wenhao said uncertainly: "I don't know. Maybe it's to worship the source, or to complete the regrets of its lifetime?"
It seems that Yu Wenhao is deeply poisoned by modern ghost stories.
A small number of ghost stories Gu Mian had read had this routine: the ghost kills people, the protagonist survives, the protagonist investigates and discovers the ghost's grievances, and then helps the ghost redress his grievances when being chased by the evil ghost. The ghost is moved and reincarnates.
These are all very positive ghost stories. Those that are not so positive are usually 404ed by a mysterious force.
Gu Mian felt that these positive ghost stories were very unreliable and not very realistic.
If a ghost really wanted to kill him, he would never redress its grievances. Instead, he would risk his life to saw off the ghost's head.
I don't care what great grievances you suffered during your lifetime. Since you want to kill the innocent me, then of course I can't let you go - this is Gu Mian's idea.
Several people followed the map for nearly half an hour, stopping and checking the turning direction repeatedly, and finally stopped in front of a building.
Yu Wenhao looked up at the building in front of him: "This should be it."
This is a very old building, yellow, with a light pink coating on the roof. There is a sign in front of the door in the middle that says "Hongsheng Apartment"
It looks familiar, yes, this is where Gu Mian lives.
Qing Huan was also dumbfounded. He and Gu Mian had been here before, so he naturally knew that Gu Mian lived here.
Yu Wenhao looked at the two people with abnormal expressions a little strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Mian glanced at him: "I live here."
Yu Wenhao was obviously choked by these words, and he said in disbelief: "You live here?"
"Yes, I live here."
Gu Mian said as she walked into the corridor. He had been to the landlord's house yesterday and was already familiar with it.
When the snow-white-haired landlord saw Gu Mian again, she was a little surprised: "Xiao Gu, why are you here again? And you brought so many people..."
