The old beggar was very good at telling stories. At least Bai Mo and Xia Yuxi listened very attentively.
The forest was extremely quiet. The green animals lay motionless, as if they were integrated into the forest. Even the passing wind stopped, as if they were afraid of interrupting the old beggar's story.
"It's over?"
After a long time, seeing that the old beggar stopped talking, Bai Mo came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask.
"It's over." The old beggar said with a smile, "Brothers and sisters, what do you think of this story?"
"I think it's average."
Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "And didn't you say that this story has something to do with the two of us? Why didn't I hear it?"
"It doesn't matter to me whether you can hear it or not. What matters is that you have listened to my story." The old beggar said seriously, "You have to pay the bill."
He rubbed his fingers.
"Even if it's not exciting enough?"
The old beggar quickly nodded in agreement: "Even if it's not exciting enough."
But after he finished speaking, he felt a little dissatisfied and argued, "No, this story is obviously very interesting, okay?"
Bai Mo was noncommittal, took out a few pieces of change from his left pocket and handed them to the old man. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Uncle, why don't you tell me where there are people near this mountain?"
"People?" The old beggar looked him over and smiled meaningfully, "There are people everywhere in this place."
Saying it means not saying it.
He did not accept the money handed over by Bai Mo, but pointed to Bai Mo's other pocket and said, "I don't want this, I want the money in your pocket."
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment and said curiously: "I do have money in this pocket, but is it any different from what I have in my hand?"
"no the same."
"You are really particular..."
In desperation, Bai Mo had no choice but to take out two colorful bills from his right pocket and handed them to the old beggar——
These two pieces of money were collected from his home two days ago and have not been exchanged for new money.
"Here you go."
Xia Yuxi saw clearly that what Bai Mo was holding were two hell coins, and she suddenly became nervous.
Fortunately, neither Bai Mo nor Bai Mo had any unusual reaction, but the old beggar's eyes lit up, and he happily took the Ming Coin from Bai Mo's hand and carefully put it into his arms.
Bai Mo looked at his tattered clothes, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Uncle, don't you have any children at home? Why do you let you come to this place..."
He considered his words and said politely, "...Come to bask in the sun?"
"I am alone, how can I have any children?" the old beggar said cheerfully.
"That's really a pity."
Bai Mo returned the broken bowl to the old man, thought about it and suggested, "I think you have a talent for telling stories, why not write a novel? Maybe..."
"What's your bad idea?"
Unexpectedly, the old beggar interrupted him directly and snorted, "Writing novels is a dead end. Whoever does it will be a fool!"
Alas, before you get the money, you were like a big brother or a big sister. After you get the money, you will become your kid. People’s hearts are not as good as they used to be...
Bai Mo sighed secretly, but did not show it, and asked: "Uncle, what do you mean by what you just said? You said there are people everywhere here..."
The old beggar did not answer, but asked: "What are you here for?"
"Looking for someone."
"Then just keep going down this road. Let me remind you that the story I just told already belongs to you, and you can use it at any time, but before that, you'd better consider the consequences."
Bai Mo was amused: "What, will the counterfeiting be investigated?"
However, the old man hadn't spoken yet. Instead, Xia Yuxi, who had been silent, spoke.
She looked seriously, looked at the old man warily, and suddenly asked: "What you just told...is your own story?"
The old man chuckled, as if trying to pass it off. After a while, he shook his head and said, "That's not true, but this story does belong to me now, so you don't have to worry."
Xia Yuxi glanced at Bai Mo, as if she was considering whether her next question would attract Bai Mo's attention. After hesitating for a moment, she asked: "Then the protagonist of this story...is he still here?"
"Of course." A strange smile appeared on the old beggar's face, and he lowered his voice and said, "And...
"Maybe you've met before."
Xia Yuxi said nothing, but a chill suddenly ran down her spine.
Bai Mo didn't know why, but she knew it very well——
When there was a corpse knocking on the door at Sunshine Apartment before, an abnormal deceased person appeared upstairs in the apartment. It was said that he looked exactly like the corpse who knocked on the door.
In order to find clues, Lu Zhan approached Xia Yuxi at that time, hoping that she could use her ability to explore the heart of the deceased.
This was also the first time Xia Yuxi used [telepathy] on a deceased person, and since then she has embarked on a path of no return as a "body-touching tool".
At that time, under [telepathy], she saw a diary in the memory of the deceased, and informed Lu Zhan of the whereabouts of the diary.
Lu Zhan did not hide anything from her. He told her the contents of the diary not long ago. Xia Yuxi remembered it very clearly. The whole story can be summarized in a few words.
A few things that my weird female neighbor and I had to say.
The abnormality of the female neighbor is obvious, but according to the records in the diary, it seems to be related to a curse——
Decades ago, a rumor about a curse suddenly spread in the city. It was said that the cursed people would die mysteriously ten years later and pass the curse to someone around them, who would become the sacrifice for the next curse.
The strange thing is that for seventy years, this curse has actually been fulfilled. The dead appear one after another, and the cause of death cannot be found.
It is said that the first cursed person was named Wang Da, who was a middle school teacher and had an older brother who was a doctor.
According to diary records, one day when Wang Da was alone with a boy in the office, he and the boy's screams suddenly rang out in the office. Everyone heard the sound and rushed over. After struggling to break open the locked door, they happened to see Wang Da.
Da jumped downstairs, while the boy fell to the ground unconscious.
The surveillance in the office was destroyed, and the boy asked no questions. No one knew what was going on inside, but the office was filled with strange symbols, and the bodies that fell to the ground made everyone inexplicably panic.
There were rumors that the boy had done a very bad thing before, and Wang Da gave him a hard education for it. However, perhaps because the boy was an orphan and in a vulnerable group, public opinion turned one-sided towards him, but Wang Da had always suffered
Suffering from online violence.
Some people said that Wang Da did not commit suicide by jumping off the building, but to curse the boy, but not many people believed it at the time.
It was not until the boy died inexplicably ten years later that rumors of the curse spread widely.
Wang Da's brother was called Wang Xiaofei, and he was a doctor with excellent medical skills. However, he committed suicide by taking poison long before Wang Da died.
...and it is this that is worth noting.
It is said that Wang Xiaofei once caused a medical accident, the patient died on the spot, and he committed suicide not long after that...
Xia Yuxi might not have thought much about it at the time, but after hearing the story just now, she only felt that some of the descriptions in the diary were closely related to the content in the old beggar's story.
If the protagonist of the story really has some kind of memory transplantation method, then he can naturally extend his life by using it, from doctor to teacher, from teacher to child, from child to criminal, and finally...
