Chapter 45 Who is burning paper money at the intersection
"Is it that obvious?"
Jiang Qing's current expression is like a little girl who got a new toy, with happiness written all over her face.
Chu Ping glanced at his head on the back seat in the rearview mirror and felt a little uncomfortable.
"You almost shouted." Chu Ping sighed, and he found that his life seemed to have changed a lot since he had an entanglement with the eldest sister in front of him.
"Hmm..." Jiang Qing simply replied, which was considered to be a perfunctory response to Chu Ping.
Chu Pingquan pretended not to notice Jiang Qing's perfunctory behavior and just wanted to get home quickly and have a good sleep.
Today's experience was a bit too exciting, and Chu Ping still has some lingering fears.
"The bus company is right ahead."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and concentrated on it. He had seen strange existences here with his own eyes, and someone died here inexplicably this morning, which made Chu Ping feel a little conflicted about this place.
"If I hadn't been worried about the little boy getting angry, I wouldn't have come here."
A leaky second-hand Jetta speeding down the street.
Chu Ping was worried that he wouldn't know when a strange existence would pop up again, and he would really feel like crying without tears.
It's just past eight o'clock, maybe because there has just been a death here during the day, the whole street is empty, the dim yellow street lights on both sides of the road seem to have poor contact, flickering on and off, and burning not far away
The brazier was spitting out flames wantonly, and there seemed to be a photo frame inside. There were black and white photos in the photo frame, but the light was dim and it was impossible to see who was in the photo.
A red and white warning line blocked the gate of the bus company. The lights in the security room next to it were still on. The security guard Chu Ping had seen during the day was sitting inside, glancing outside from time to time, as if he was afraid.
something.
Everything around is filled with a weird smell.
Chu Ping didn't dare to stop. When passing the bus company, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the cold night wind rushed in through the broken window.
The white paper fell and just landed on the front windshield, blocking Chu Ping's sight.
Chu Ping was caught off guard by the sudden change.
"squeak--"
The harsh friction sound echoed in the dark night, like ripples on the lake, which could not dissipate for a long time.
"I'll wipe it!"
The car stopped and Chu Ping looked at the white paper that suddenly appeared outside. The more he looked at it, the more he thought it looked like a piece of paper money.
"Paper money? It's a bit evil." Chu Ping subconsciously looked at the burning brazier across the street. The black and white photo in it was facing Chu Ping.
The flames flickered, and the people in the black and white photo seemed to be blinking at Chu Ping.
Whatever you worry about will come true.
Chu Ping sat in the car and calmed down.
Although this matter
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It was a bit weird, but Chu Ping still had confidence in his heart, after all, Jiang Qing was still by his side.
"Sister Jiang, is there something outside?" Chu Ping's voice trembled. He just wanted Jiang Qing to give him a clear answer.
There is no response from the reddish-brown diary.
"Huh?" Chu Ping remembered that the last time she looked like this was at the overpass, "Sister, little fairy, human life is at stake, please say something."
The reddish-brown diary still showed no reaction, just like a normal diary.
Chu Ping felt increasingly uneasy.
"Dong dong dong——"
Chu Ping was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and saw an old face pressed against the car window.
It was the face of a grandma, with wrinkles all over her face like the traces of time left on her body.
"Is it a human or a ghost!?"
Chu Ping felt that he was really unlucky, as he could encounter these weird existences no matter which way he took.
Chu Ping swallowed, pretended to be calm, and stared straight ahead, as if he had never seen his grandma at all.
This kind of deceiving behavior is the best way Chu Ping can think of now. Who makes Jiang Qing give up again?
Now Chu Ping only hopes that the grandma outside can leave here after she is tired of "playing" on her own.
"Dong dong dong——"
The sound of bones hitting the glass echoed in Chu Ping's ears. One of his hands had already touched the swing stick behind him. If Grandma didn't leave, he could only try to send her away by himself.
Time seemed to have stood still, and even the sound of grandma tapping on the glass disappeared.
Chu Ping carefully opened his eyes and squinted towards the car window.
It was empty, there was nothing, only the dim yellow street lamps in the night, still flickering there to perform their lighting mission.
"Leaving?" Chu Ping suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the old lady didn't want to embarrass him.
"It would be great if other weird beings could be so understanding."
The car started, the accelerator was pressed lightly, and Chu Ping was ready to return home as quickly as possible.
It's really too dangerous outside.
"Young man, why don't you speak?"
The grandma just now!
Chu Ping's first reaction when he heard the sound was that the grandma from before had appeared again.
Chu Ping looked towards the car window where grandma was standing just now.
Nothing!
Chu Ping couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Do we need to change the "game play"?
"Here it is."
An old and hoarse voice came from the other side of Chu Ping.
Chu Ping turned around suddenly, just in time to see his grandma's wrinkled face appearing in front of another broken car window.
"You kid, why are you so rude?" Grandma seemed to be frightened by Chu Ping's sudden turn. Now she was using
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Chu Ping was scolded in a tone of reproach to the younger generation.
How could Chu Ping dare to talk to him? After all, until now, he didn't even know whether the other party was a human being.
"Grandma, what are you doing here at night?" Chu Ping had already grasped the end of the stick with one hand. As long as Grandma behaved a little abnormally, he would definitely give her a stick first.
"My daughter is gone here. I came over to see her and burn some paper money for her."
Chu Ping secretly glanced at his grandma. She was holding a thick stack of paper money in her hand. In the brazier on the other side of the street, the flames were devouring the white paper money. The night wind blew by, carrying it with it.
The ashes of the spark scattered and disappeared into the night.
"My name is Xie Guoan. There is a stall selling second-hand books in the flea market. If grandma likes reading, you can come to my place and I can give you two books."
Chu Ping showed a sincere smile, so that no one who saw it would think that the other party was lying to him.
Grandma didn't seem to expect to meet such a warm person like Chu Ping.
"Well, I definitely like reading books, grandma."
Chu Ping was also very happy, "As long as you like it."
"Xiao Xie, I just saw you suddenly braking suddenly and thought something was wrong with you, so I came over to see if grandma didn't scare you."
Grandma's wrinkled face showed a guilty look.
"It's okay, it's okay, nothing happens to me."
Chu Ping tightened his grip on the stick and still didn't let go. He didn't know what kind of existence the grandma who suddenly appeared here was.
"Since everything is fine, I'm relieved."
After finishing speaking, grandma returned to the burning brazier and put the paper money in her hand one by one.
The daughter that grandma mentioned was probably Sister Wu who died this morning. It's just that there is an old lady burning paper money on this street. It seems a bit awkward no matter how you look at it.
The car started and it went very smoothly this time.
When Chu Ping passed by the brazier, he glanced there subconsciously. This time he finally saw clearly the appearance of the person in the black and white photo.
Chu Ping suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The person in the black and white photo was exactly the same as the grandma who was talking in front of his car just now.
Grandma, who was throwing paper money into the brazier, also raised her head and looked at Chu Ping. The wanton flames made Grandma's wrinkled face look extremely strange.
Chu Ping swallowed.
"Fortunately, I saved my life. I hope Lao Xietou won't blame me."
Chu Ping stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle accelerated and drove into the distance.
Grandma's figure in the reversing car gradually became blurry. Chu Ping vaguely saw a middle-aged woman appearing behind Grandma, and then the two of them looked at the direction Chu Ping left at the same time.
Chu Ping saw the woman's appearance clearly. She was the woman he met on the seventh floor of the company that day, and she was also Sister Wu who had died this morning.
