Erliang asked: "What's wrong?"

I shook my head: "It's okay." I didn't want to tell him this feeling. I knew Erliang very well. He had been a criminal policeman for many years. Ordinary people would be scared out of their wits when they saw a corpse, but to them it was nothing more than ordinary people.

That's why he would laugh every time he saw some horror novels that use death as a material. Now this brave detective is also starting to be afraid. I suspect that he has something to hide from me. He must have encountered something. You know,

They are the people who least believe in ghosts in the world.

We lowered our heads and didn't speak. The atmosphere in the room was dull and depressing. Erliang lit a cigarette, and the smoke gradually condensed and dispersed in front of him. Are there really ghosts in the world? I thought about it, but I didn't believe it.

Yes, but how do you explain that number? How do you explain the doll in Lao Chu’s room? I seem to have missed something.

Suddenly my mind lit up, and I finally remembered it, grabbed Erliang's hand: "It's Chu Jiangshan, it must be Chu Jiangshan!"

Erliang was stunned for a moment: "What?"

I said excitedly: "Do you still remember those two letters signed by Chu Jiangshan? Those are the two letters you showed me. He is very familiar with the situation of Wang Qiang and the old Chu family, and even knows the placement of furniture.

It is clear that it will not be difficult for him to enter Lao Chu's house price. There are no ghosts in the world. As long as you find him, everything will be clear."

Erliang was also very happy when he heard it. In fact, there are some things that both of us knew, but we just didn't say it out loud: so what if we really found this person, it was just a novel, maybe only we thought it was true, but

Regardless of whether it is true or not, there is nothing we can do and we cannot convict anyone. All we want is to clear up the doubts in our hearts and make ourselves no longer so afraid.

"There are no ghosts in the world, we are just scaring ourselves." I said to Erliang, he nodded, agreeing with my point of view, and the smile on his face became brighter, although in my opinion he

There must be something else on his mind.

But are there really no ghosts in the world? I looked back at myself and saw a white wall with nothing on it.

The atmosphere in the room relaxed. Erliang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out for supper. I'll treat you."

While dressing and chatting with Erliang, I deliberately did not mention the mysterious phone number and the "old house". I just let myself be an ostrich. As long as I don't mention it, it will not exist, even if it is only in the end.

When you deceive yourself, but you can't do anything about it, you can deceive yourself for a while.

I live on the 5th floor, which is my rented house. My parents have never liked my determination to become a writer because I hardly make any money from it, but I insist on not giving up. In order to avoid quarrels, I moved out on my own

I rented my home here. Well, I didn’t pay any rent because it was Erliang’s old house. His parents were no longer alive and his eldest sister married out of town. He was the only one who bought a new house because of the good workplace.

This room naturally became my refuge.

When I was closing the door, I looked back and saw that there was still only that white wall in the room. I turned off the light and walked down the corridor with Erliang. I could tell that Erliang had something on his mind, but I didn't know how to speak.

In the end, it was Erliang who spoke first:

"Do you still remember I asked about your old house?"

I nodded, of course I remembered, how could I not remember? I didn't speak, waiting for Erliang to continue.

"I've been dreaming these days. I dreamed of a very big house. There was a plaque hanging on the door with the words 'Old House' written on it. And..." Erliang stopped and looked.

Looking at me, I found that his face was a little pale.

"And what?"

"And I'm very familiar with this house. It's your old house."

I gasped: "What did you say?"

"I didn't take it seriously at first, thinking I was just subconsciously missing the childhood I spent there with you. It wasn't until you gave me that phone call that I felt something was wrong. Ari, your old house...

…Is there anything weird?”

Erliang was very hesitant when he said "weird". Maybe he couldn't find the words to express it. Erliang and I often played in the old house when we were young. Of course, we still just call it the old house.

Now even though the old house has been demolished, he still calls it this way.

I thought about it, shook my head and said, "No, you think I'm not good." When I said this, I couldn't help but look behind me, and there seemed to be someone looking at me.

Erliang hesitated and said, "How about when can we go back and take a look?"

"Come back and see me."

I thought of that mysterious text message. The old house has been demolished and built into a large leisure square. There is also a shopping mall next to it. Business is booming. It is in the city center. I don’t have to worry about seeing anything else.

I nodded and said, "How about we go now."

The street was very lively. Erliang and I walked slowly in the square. Except for the little naughty guys who were wearing roller skates and bumping around, and the men and women who were sitting on stone chairs making small moves but thinking that others could not see anything.

We didn't see any ghosts except lustful and reckless ones.

Erliang pointed to a place with his finger and said: "I remember that there was a jujube tree here back then, but it's a pity that we can't eat such sweet jujubes now."

I nodded. The place where the jujube trees were planted is now a field of flowers that I don't recognize. They are very neat, but I don't like them. I said: "Let's go, we have already seen it." I said silently in my heart.

One sentence: "I have already come to see you", this is what he said to the mysterious number.

We both deliberately didn't mention going home to read and sleep, but Erliang still insisted on going for a late-night snack. I thought about it, since I couldn't sleep well at home anyway, so I agreed. The two of them found a food stall on the edge of the square.

Three dishes and four bottles of wine. While drinking, I looked at the people coming and going around and said some nutritious words.

While I was talking to Erliang word by word, my eyes were looking everywhere. This is a habit I have developed over the years. When I was young, it was purely to discover more beauties around me. Later, when I started learning to write, I regarded this as a habit.

A training method to develop your own observation skills.

My eyes were quickly attracted by two people. In fact, they were very ordinary, but they looked like they were worried. There are a lot of such people on the street. The reason why they attracted me was

It's because I always feel that there is something about them that I am familiar with, and that feeling is just like Erliang and I.

Yes, their expressions were the same as mine and Erliang's, and they also showed fear in their eyes.

Erliang also noticed these two people and looked at me, meaning to ask me what to do. Some people and things in the world are really amazing. You will always find that person inadvertently in the crowd, no matter where he is sitting.

Whether you are standing or sitting, you can always find him at a glance, just like I found these two people.

I pursed my lips angrily and motioned to take a look first. One of the two men was in a suit and leather shoes and looked like a boss. Although the other man's clothes were also high-end goods, he looked like a nouveau riche. Erliang whispered

Said: "I guess he's a contractor."

I smiled. The development of real estate in the past year or two has indeed fattened the pockets of a large number of people. The man who looked like a foreman had a gloomy face and kept drinking, but his eyes were lifeless. That man looked like a boss.

She kept saying something to him, as if to comfort him. The two tables were not very far apart, and a few words could be vaguely heard. It seemed that the boss-like person was trying to persuade the contractor not to think too much.

The foreman didn't know if he had drunk too much. He was a little excited and suddenly raised his voice: "Why can't it be true? Look at everything related to that old house. Something happened to your two communities.

..." As soon as he said this, the boss-like person hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth, lowered his voice and growled: "Why are you so loud? Didn't I accompany you to see this old house?"

Although he spoke in a lower voice, it was obvious that he was very excited after listening to the contractor's words, so he spoke a lot louder. Both Erliang and I could hear the "Old House" sound clearly, and the two of them spoke to each other clearly.

Looking at each other, they saw surprise on the other person's face, nodded, stood up and walked towards the table.

At this time, the man who looked like a boss also noticed the two of us. Probably seeing how aggressive we were, he hurriedly took out the money from his pocket, threw it on the table, grabbed the foreman and ran out. We originally just wanted to talk to him.

During the conversation, we saw that they were avoiding us, and we knew something was wrong. Erliang and I started to chase them, but at this time, we were stopped by the boss, who shouted that we hadn't paid yet.

By the time I threw the money to him from my pocket, the boss and the contractor had already rushed to the other side of the street. The man who looked like the boss had already opened the car door and got into the cab. Erliang was so anxious that he didn't care about the traffic on the road.

, rushed over in a few steps, and grabbed the contractor's clothes.

At this time, the man who looked like a foreman had already half-lengthly sat in the car. When the man who looked like a boss saw Erliang chasing after him, he immediately started the car. Erliang was caught off guard and did not hold on tightly. His right hand fell down, "hiss"

The foreman's bag was ripped off with a loud sound, and a stack of things fell out and fell to the ground with a loud "crash". At this time, the car had already driven away at an extremely fast speed.

Panting, I ran to Erliang and saw a stack of photos in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

Erliang said while looking at it: "These are some photos. They seem to have been taken in an old house. Well, Ari, I think it looks like your old house."

I took the photos, and they were like, really similar. The images shown in each photo were almost exactly the same as what I remembered, but I knew this was not the case. Although the layout and structure of this old house and the old mansion were exactly the same,

But for me, who grew up here, I can still tell that this is not the old house where I grew up. I am very curious about where this ancient house is. It seems to be at least several hundred years old. The layout

It's exactly the same as the one in my house. I really should go and see it if I have the chance.

I shook my head and was about to say that this was not my old house when Erliang suddenly said "Hey" and said: "It's really not your old house. I remember that your old house didn't have such a house.

"As he said this, he handed over a photo.

This is a black house. According to the layout of my old house, it should be built in the backyard. Naturally, my old house does not have such a house. Perhaps this is the very few difference between these two different old houses.

place.

I handed the photo to Erliang casually, and he reached out to take it. At this moment, I glanced at it casually, then snatched the photo away and placed it in front of my eyes. That’s right.

, I really read it right. At this time, I think I finally understood the meaning of the words engraved on the flat-bottomed shovel in Wang Qiang's kitchen.
Chapter completed!