"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"My name is He Feng, and I am a journalist. I have been investigating one thing for many years, and that is whether there are ghosts in this world, because I believe that there are ghosts in this world, but I have never discovered it. In order to
To prove this, I used my work to visit many places and asked many people. After some investigation and evidence collection, I found that the older the older generation, the more they believe there are ghosts in the world, and the younger the people, the more they believe there are ghosts in the world.
On the contrary, I feel more and more that there are no ghosts in this world."
"Are the older generation superstitious? Or have they really seen something scary before, so that's why they believe so strongly?"
"I don't know, but out of interest and persistence, I came to a nursing home in Dadong City to investigate this time. I hope I can gain something different from this trip,"
A man wearing glasses, with rough skin and a strong body is recording with a voice recorder at the moment.
After finishing recording, He Feng put away the recording pen, bought some gifts nearby, and then walked into the nursing home carrying the gifts.
The reason for choosing this place is that He Feng believes that it is most likely to interview valuable clues here, because the nursing homes are full of old people and have experienced many things. Maybe one of the old people has really been exposed to some incredible things. Secondly,
Elderly people in nursing homes lack companionship and have the lowest difficulty of visiting.
After He Feng walked into the nursing home, he communicated with the director, got permission, and then prepared to start the formal interview.
He was not in a hurry, but choosing interview targets.
There are many elderly people in the nursing home. If he interviews all of them, he won't have that much time. After all, He Feng still has to work and make money, so he can only select a few elderly people to interview, so he needs to rely on his own artificial intelligence.
Go to filter.
He Feng has been working for many years, and he still has the ability to recognize people to some extent. Although some old people may not look good, their faces are full of stories.
"Let's start with the old man."
Soon, He Feng discovered an old man. The old man was sitting alone in a wheelchair under a big tree, bathed in dappled sunlight. He looked very lonely. The caregiver didn't know where he was and was not there.
Stay with me.
But the old man squinted his eyes and took a nap, seeming to enjoy it all, very comfortable.
"Old people who can enjoy loneliness must have a very strong heart. Such people usually have extraordinary experiences when they are young." He Feng thought to himself.
He walked over carrying a gift.
The old man in the wheelchair didn't notice anyone approaching and seemed to have really fallen asleep.
"Uncle, uncle, wake up, can you hear me?"
He Feng shouted softly from the side. Although it was not polite to disturb the old man's rest, he had nothing to do. After all, he only had two hours for interviews today.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and took a look: "Young man, which family do you come from? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. I'm a reporter and I'm doing an interview. Are you free? Can I ask you a few questions? It'll be quick and won't take up much of your time." He Feng was very surprised.
He said politely and took out the recorder at the same time.
"Interview? Not interested, go find someone else." The old man refused.
"Please accept this gift. I really hope you can accept my interview. Please." He Feng handed over the gift and begged again.
The old man snorted and threw the gift aside without giving He Feng a good look at all.
"Old Zhang, you still have such a bad temper. This young man is so polite and gives you things. He even asks you a few questions and you don't answer. No wonder you don't have anyone to chat with you. You deserve to die alone."
At this time, an old man who was walking couldn't help but said when he saw this scene.
The old man sitting in the wheelchair was called Lao Zhang. He snorted: "You are so kind, then come and be interviewed. I am not interested."
"Don't tell me, I'm happy to be interviewed. Young man, come here, come here, you can interview me. If you have any questions, just ask. I have a much better temper than him. I like chatting with people the most." The old man walking walked away.
He came over and sat down under a big tree.
He Feng smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't refuse. He immediately changed the target and interviewed the old man walking: "Uncle, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Sun."
Uncle Sun was very enthusiastic: "Young man, don't stand here. Come and sit here. It's great to interview while sitting. It's very tiring to stand."
"Okay, Uncle Sun, I will officially start."
He Feng turned on the recorder: "Uncle Sun, the first question I want to ask you is, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"What? What the hell? Ghost?"
Uncle Sun quickly shook his head: "I am not superstitious, I am a staunch scientist. Although many friends told me ghost stories when I was young, I didn't believe it at all. Where is the place haunted and where is the dead person?
, if there is such a thing, why haven’t I seen it? Young man, how come you are so feudal at such a young age? This is not good. Let me tell you about the time when I was young, in order to compete for the title of Big Brother, you
Do you know what it means to be the best brother on the list..."
When the topic opened, Uncle Sun began to chatter, preparing to brag about some of his great achievements in his youth.
He Feng was not surprised by this. He thought about how to change the topic or end the interview as soon as possible.
Because this Uncle Sun doesn't seem like a person with a story at all, and it's not worth spending time to interview.
"It was so haunted back then, how could you, an ignorant old idiot like you, survive? You should be glad that you have never seen a ghost in your life. If you had, you idiot would have died long ago." On the side, that idiot
The old man named Zhang who was sitting in the wheelchair got angry and scolded the old man Sun.
"Old Zhang, what are you talking about? Are you cursing me to death? I was the top brother back then. When did I get this angry?" Old man Sun couldn't bear the scolding anymore, so he stood up and wanted to regain his place.
He Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he looked straight at the old man named Zhang, feeling inexplicably excited in his heart.
This old man really has a story, he seems to know something.
"Uncle Sun, please calm down. I will push Uncle Zhang away now and won't disturb you for your walk."
He Feng didn't want the two old men to continue arguing here, so he took action immediately, pushed up the wheelchair and fled here quickly with Uncle Zhang.
"Old Zhang, don't leave if you can. I'm going to challenge you today." Uncle Sun said cursingly.
But He Feng ran faster. He didn't want to miss this perfect interview opportunity.
He pushed Uncle Zhang back into the building and found an unoccupied room to put him down.
"I thought you, the reporter, were like the other reporters who came up and asked you if you were doing well, if you were happy... Bah, you are as annoying as a fly. You said you were not doing well.
If you're not happy, they won't broadcast it. Asking questions is just like asking in vain." Uncle Zhang seems to have a deep prejudice against reporters.
"Uncle, this is a private interview. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is He Feng. I have been looking for supernatural events among the people. I just heard from the uncle that the hauntings were very fierce in the past. What is this sentence?
You mean, has there ever been a ghost here before?" He Feng asked.
"It's not the nursing home that's haunted, it's the place that's haunted." Uncle Zhang pointed in a direction outside the window.
He Feng looked in the direction pointed, but there was nothing outside the window: "Uncle, where is that place you mentioned?"
"There used to be a building there, but it was later demolished."
Uncle Zhang said with some memories: "It's not just that building that was haunted. It was haunted all over the country at that time. It was so bad that a city was sealed off, and I don't know how many people died."
"Fengcheng is haunted?" He Feng was shocked and very surprised.
real or fake?
"Uncle, I remember that about sixty years ago, there were indeed some disasters across the country, such as chemical plant leaks, large-scale influenza, and earthquakes. But those were all natural and man-made disasters. I have never heard of cities being closed down because of hauntings.
"He Feng asked again.
Since he is visiting, he will naturally understand some major events that happened in each era.
"What you said is all false, to cover up the truth about the haunting, cough cough." Uncle Zhang was a little excited at the moment and couldn't help coughing.
"Uncle, don't get excited." He Feng quickly stood up and helped the old man calm down.
After Uncle Zhang calmed down a little, He Feng continued to ask: "Uncle, you said those disasters were all fake. Do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence? What evidence do you want? My personal experience is the evidence." Uncle Zhang snorted heavily: "If you don't believe it, don't ask so many questions. Do you think I really want to tell you these things?"
"Uncle, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe it. After all, interviews must ensure authenticity. So uncle, can you tell me about your experiences when you were young?" He Feng apologized hurriedly, and then asked very curiously.
He felt that Uncle Zhang's story was very unusual.
His visit today may lead to a major breakthrough.
Seeing He Feng's good attitude, Uncle Zhang softened his heart, and then said slowly: "I don't really want to say that thing, because I have been trying my best to forget that experience, but I
The old man probably won't live long, so since you want to hear it, I'll tell you a story."
He Feng didn't say anything, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Uncle Zhang, and then prepared the recording pen.
To be continued...