Chapter 181. [Case 21] In front of the residential building
I have fallen from many places, and the worst one was directly from the wall and fell on my back to the ground. It made me hold my breath for a long time, so I have experienced the uncomfortable feeling. But this is from the stairs.
It was really my first time to fall. Hu Zongren must have a lot more experience in this area than me. A few days ago, when he was handling a case for a woman with beautiful legs in a villa in a tea garden, Hu Zongren just fell once.
Incense ashes are very light, and there is basically no feeling when they touch the body, but the eyes are different. There is a saying that the eyes cannot contain half a grain of sand, which means that the eyes are very sensitive. Moreover, the burned substances are originally somewhat chemical, so this
After my eyes became obsessed with the incense ash, I felt a sharp pain. Even though I struggled to open my eyes during the fall, I still couldn't. Fortunately, Hu Zongren fell before me, so when I fell
When we got downstairs, he acted as my supporter. The edges of the stairs were all angular. During the free rolling process, my right brow bone and shoulder were hit by them, and the brow bone seemed to be broken.
Well, when I bumped into Hu Zongren, he let out a muffled groan again.
Without thinking too much at the moment, I grabbed Hu Zongren's clothes, although I closed my eyes and didn't know where I was grabbing. Then I spit in my hand and started to wipe it into my eyes. After a few times,
Mixed with saliva and irritated tears, I opened my eyes in a daze, but because I had kept them closed for a long time, when I opened my eyes, I found that the surroundings seemed to have changed a color. So I struggled.
He got up and looked at Hu Zongren. Hu Zongren had his hands wrapped around him and covering his left armpit. He also had his eyes closed tightly. His eyes, nose and mouth were covered with incense ash, and his whole face looked dirty.
, very much like an earthquake survivor who had just been found by firefighters from the rubble. I helped him up and asked him, where did you fall and how are you doing now? Hu Zongren shook his head. It seemed that besides the pain, he
His consciousness was still relatively clear, so I dragged him towards the entrance of the corridor with all my strength. When he got to a place where the light could shine, I put him down.
I told Hu Zongren to wash his eyes with saliva first, so Hu Zongren soon opened his eyes in confusion. At this moment, I reached out and touched my shoulder and brow bone. Sure enough, my brow bone was bleeding because of the bump, although it did not
It wasn't serious, it was just a skin injury, but it still needed to be cleaned to stop the bleeding. So I took out a tissue and wiped it, and then wiped it on with my own saliva.
When I was a kid, if I fell outside and my skin was bleeding, my dad taught me to apply it with my own saliva. The saliva seemed to have the same effect as alcohol to a certain extent. My dad also told me at the time, look at the animals in the world.
, when small animals are injured, they lick their wounds with their tongues. The principle is the same. So over the years, I have almost developed a habit. For example, if I cut my finger when cutting vegetables, I will put my finger into my mouth.
For example, if my arm is cut by something sharp, I will immediately smear the saliva on it. I am very lucky that I have not been infected with tetanus or rabies over the years. Maybe it has something to do with my own constitution.
It is rough, so the immunity is pretty good.
Hu Zongren took a breath, and then told me in a weak and gasping voice that it seemed that the two of us had underestimated these guys and shouldn't have rushed up so hastily... Oh, my old waist... I remind Hu Zongren, you
That's not the waist, it's the ribs. So he immediately changed his mind and said, oh my old ribs... I asked him if they were broken? He kneaded them a few times and said they weren't broken, it just hurt like hell. Of course I knew that.
When I was young, I hung out with those gangsters for a while, and they taught me a lot of my fighting skills. They told me that when you hit someone, you have to hit the most vulnerable part of the person, and these places are often rarely used. The armpits.
The lower ribs are one of them. That area is basically covered with skin and bones, and it is located on the side of the body. It is difficult to prevent it, so hitting it hard will give people a suffocating pain.
I walked to the top of the stairs and looked up. This floor was originally relatively high, and there were a lot of steps. Falling from the top made me feel pain just thinking about it. Fortunately, we had closed our eyes just now, otherwise we would still be in trouble.
Don't be scared to death. I took out the compass and measured it at the top of the stairs. The pointer pointed directly at the top where we burned the paper just now. Pointing in this fixed direction meant that the ghosts did not chase us after they pushed us down the stairs.
So this made me relatively relieved. I lit two cigarettes and handed one to Hu Zongren. I asked him, my eyes were fascinated just now and I heard the sound of you falling. What happened?
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After Hu Zongren exhaled a puff of smoke, he told me that after he had spread the incense ashes, he was ready to pounce on them and start drying them, but looking out from his angle, he saw what looked like a hand spreading all the incense ashes.
When I came back, I struggled to open my eyes a few times after my eyes were blurred by the incense ash. Then I saw a gray mist-like thing hit me hard. The location of the impact was my armpit, and then...
The world was spinning for a while, and then I went downstairs. I said to Hu Zongren, but this shouldn’t be the case? It stands to reason that ghosts should be afraid of our incense ashes. Not only are they not afraid, but they use our things to deal with us. You
Have you encountered such a situation before?
Hu Zongren shook his head and said that he had never encountered it before. Originally, incense ash was not very aggressive, but due to its special stickiness and very light weight, it could stick to the ghost's body and form a shadow that we can see with the naked eye.
The gray shadow I saw later was probably a ghost still stained with incense ashes. But how they sprinkled us with incense ashes, I really can’t tell. I sat down next to Hu Zongren and patted me
The dust on my body fell all the way and made me dirty. I asked Hu Zongren, what should I do now? We can't see them directly, and it's not easy to use incense ash. Moreover, our original intention just now was to
We caught them, but they noticed them. This means that if we want to catch them again, it may be much more difficult. Hu Zongren said, there is nothing we can do, and I just thought about it, there are people up and down this corridor.
It's open. You have to say that we can also do some tricks to seal Mr. Yang's office and fresh food area. We can't stop others from entering and exiting this place, right?
I thought about it for a moment and thought so, so I put out the cigarette butt, used the black ashes on the cigarette butt to apply a few small compresses on the stairs nearest to the stairs, then threw away the cigarette butt and said to Hu Zongren, can you do it now?
Walking? Hu Zongren nodded, then stood up and dusted himself off. I said, let’s skip this step first and go to the other end. Hu Zongren asked me which end I was going to? I was facing the direction of the residential area over there.
One finger pointed at the spot where the Fujianese employee burned paper.
Hu Zongren and I slowly walked in that direction. Although we suffered a lot, we were not seriously injured. We just walked slowly. On the way, I threw away the tissue I used to stop the bleeding because there was no bleeding.
. We crossed the door of the warehouse on the first floor and continued walking forward for about twenty meters. We came to a Z-shaped corner. The direction of the fort also turned along this Z-shaped corner. As soon as we turned around,
I saw a garbage dump filled with all kinds of garbage. Behind the garbage dump was a half-broken ping-pong table made of stone. Next to the table was a relatively dry area, close to
In the flower bed next to it, there were some marks of wax and oil on the ground, so I guessed that this was where the Fujianese employee burned paper.
I carefully observed the terrain. If I were standing on the wax oil position, the front of me would be the fort ridge after turning the corner, but this side seemed a little smaller. I could already see the top of the fort ridge.
It is an old-fashioned building similar to the staff room of the previous unit. There is a small forest at the bottom. There are many places on the fort ridge on the high ground. If it rains heavily, there is a danger of landslides. My left hand side also looks like a staff room, about four meters high.
The height of the fifth floor has only one unit entrance. The style of this building looks similar to the one on the fort. It should have been built by the same company at the same time. The paint on the walls has been peeled off, and many of them are still intact.
It fell, and the originally white walls looked like they had turned into a color similar to beige. There seemed to be no elevators in the building, but corner stairs. At the stairs on each floor, there was a small man and a half tall.
The railing, at least I think if I climb to the top floor and stick my head out from the railing, I can see where I am standing. Both sides of the corridor are covered with various psoriasis advertisements, and I can still see
Small balconies built privately by residents here, with air conditioner boxes and flower pots scattered everywhere, look similar to the house my family had in the factory more than ten years ago.
Not far away on my right hand side is the garbage dump just now. It should be the domestic garbage of nearby residents and collected regularly every day, because I saw a garbage bin with a hook, and vehicles can drive in through this passage.
Yes, so there are several cars parked under this building. I counted the residents on each floor of the building on the left. There are about four households on one floor, but two of them face the building where we are currently.
This direction, so whichever employee was scolded for burning paper must be one of the 10 households on this side. However, the range was still too large, so Hu Zongren and I discussed it and decided that we might as well try burning paper.
Try, even if we get scolded, we can at least find a chance to talk to the nearby residents.