When the security guard said there was a small hole in the envelope, I picked it up and observed it carefully, and now I threw it all over the ground.

"What? Human... Human Skin Story? How could that master use such... things?"

The security guard was quite calm and picked up the letter on the ground: "We have seen everything in this business, and you may be afraid when you are young."

"Uncle, what should I do now? When a person dies, how can I hand over this letter to him? Do you have any other family members or something?"

The security guard shook his head: "No, I'll take you to see his room first and bring the letter."

I looked at the letter in his hand and was no longer as straight as I had just grabbed it.

Walking forward from the duty room was a cemetery. Even in the darkness, I still saw reflecting white stone slabs.

"Uncle, are you afraid of doing this?"

"What are you afraid of? I may die if I do this, but if I don't find a job to make a living, I will die." The uncle said very bluntly.

I suddenly feel that in this society, most people may be doing jobs they don’t like, living hard and hard.

I followed the uncle, walked around a mud, and walked up the mountain on a road, and then saw a simple wooden house.

I asked, "Why did he live here by himself? Is he a worker in this place too?"

"Yes, I'm also retired as a security guard. I don't have any hobbies, so I love to drink."

Drinking makes cowards brave, and suddenly I remembered this sentence in my mind.

Inadvertently, I turned around and looked at the mud pond. It seemed that a man was hunching over and half of his body was pesting into the mud.

He raised his head suddenly, and the mud on his head dripped down his face, and suddenly his mouth broke and he laughed at me.

I was so scared that my tongue was knotted, my blood was quagmire, and I raised my finger to point at the mud pool: "He...he..."

The uncle looked at the direction I pointed at, his face pale: "What's wrong with you?"

I looked at the uncle and calmed down. The person half-kneeling beside the mud pond was still looking at me.

"Then... there is someone there."

"We just passed by there, no one."

I covered my eyes and rubbed it. As soon as I opened my eyes, the thing suddenly appeared in front of me. The enlarged version of the terrifying face, I almost fainted from scare.

"Geeh..." He looked at me with a smile, and the cold mud and water even fell on me.

I slapped randomly: "Go away!"

"Sister, there is no one here." The security guard grabbed my clothes and said, "No one, you may be dazzled."

I opened my eyes again and the thing was indeed gone. "No, I just saw it. I really saw it. There was a man lying beside the mud pond. His teeth were yellow, his teeth were very big, and they were pitch black. He was a little bald, wearing a brown leather jacket and a yellow sweater inside."

The security guard looked at the mud pond again, a little angry: "There is nothing there."

"But I clearly saw it, he was still smiling at me, giggling."

I seem to forget that I opened my eyes and could see something that ordinary people cannot see.

"That's an owl, where is it?" the security guard pointed at a pine tree above our heads, "Owl."

I raised my head, and the owl just turned his head 180 degrees, and then made a giggle.

I nodded: "Maybe I saw it... I misread it, my eyes dazzled."

"Let's go." The security guard continued to walk up the high place with a flashlight, and then opened the door with the key.

After I entered the house, the security guard looked at the mud pond again. I wondered if it was my illusion, but he seemed to sneer.

After all, this is someone else's home, so I can't get through the boxes and cabinets, and the owner of the house is still an old man who has passed away.

The old man's house was barely covered with bricks and a wooden board, a ragged mattress and a dirty blanket. A few nails were knocked on the wall, one of which was hung with a calendar, with various circles and forks on the calendar, and a broken pencil in the corner.

I asked, "Does he have no other relatives? As long as he can send the letter, it's fine to his relatives."

"No, just a single old man."

I asked again, "Then...how is your relationship with him?"

"He is just a weird old man, and no one here talks to him. I will talk to him at work, but not many."

"So what was strange about him before he died?"

"No, every day, I just have a small plate of peanuts and a bottle of corn wine." The security guard smiled: "Sister, someone has investigated his death, and it was eventually determined to be an accident. Why do I listen to your tone and want to check the case?"

"No, I'm purely curious. If I really can't hand over this letter, it's better to hand it over to someone who has a good relationship with him."

"Oh? But I have a way..."

I looked puzzled: "What's the solution?"

"I can help you send the letter to him."

"Ah? But how is this possible? He is dead, can this letter be sent to the underworld?"

"Haha, there is really." The security guard took out a lighter and said, "You know that we can hear any way we work in a place like this."

I looked at the lighter in his hand, which was a brand of lighter, starting with the character Z. Our chemistry teacher used to have one, and I heard from Zhiqiu that it was a Valentine's Day gift given to him by her girlfriend.

I scratched my head: "Then tell me, thank you uncle."

"At 3:00 am tonight, go to the front of the mud pond where he died, light a white candle, then put a bowl of white rice, insert the chopsticks into the rice, prepare an empty bowl, knock on a chopstick while calling his name, and then he will come to eat, and then you will burn the letter."

I was a little reluctant: "Ah? Why is this method so weird? Are you there at three o'clock in the morning?"

The security guard supported his hat and opened and closed the lid of the lighter all at once: "I will come to see you if I have time, but I may be busy today. Anyway, I will see you if I have time. If I have time, I will come over and do it yourself if I don't have time. This is just a general method of psychic communication. Before the white candle is extinguished, you can burn the letter, and there will be no danger."

"Oh, I'm still a little scared."

"Uncle has been working here for five years and has seen everything. This is the easiest way. If you can't see anything, it's over."

I nodded: "Oh. Then... I didn't carry those things with me either."

"You go to the bed in my duty room to look for it. Guests often come here to talk to their dead relatives in this way. Even if the relatives below cannot answer, this is a kind of sustenance. Go and see if there is any useful thing?"


Chapter completed!