Director Xia casually dealt with Ximen Lian for a few words. Fortunately, the official did not worry about the origins of the two kings of Qiu. He was just worried about the preparations to be made in the evening. Wang Ziheng said half of the words and asked Ximen Lian to get ready.
, but didn’t say what to prepare. After trying to find someone who knew, there was only the old curator in front of me, but now I couldn’t contact him no matter what I said. In the end, Xia Ren helped him and paid attention: "You should bring more salt."
It’s bad.”
In this way, Ximen Chain borrowed five thousand yuan from Xia Ren and went straight to the salt company to buy a truckload of salt. He also bought a bottle of 60-proof liquor and took a big gulp and gave it to Director Qiu.
The pill. Taking advantage of the afternoon when the sun was at its strongest, Ximen Lian rushed to Longshan Cemetery. He unloaded the cart of salt at the gate of the cemetery, then piled the salt into a ring, and found a place for himself.
Maza sat inside calmly, just waiting for Director Qiu to arrive at six o'clock.
Fortunately, the Longshan Cemetery is located in a remote location, and not many people came to pay homage to their loved ones after early morning. Although the Ximen Chain place was unusual, few people saw it.
Time passed by, watching the sun slowly setting in the west. Ximen Lian regretted taking Director Qiu’s pills, at least he took them a little too early. Now he understands that invisible things are the scariest things, the leaves around him
He was shaken a few times by the wind, and he wondered if the ghost of the old lady had come again.
Just when Ximen Lian started to panic about everything around him, the time finally reached six o'clock, and an Audi drove up in the distance. The car door opened, and Director Qiu and Wang Ziheng got out of the car one after another. First, they looked at each other with strange expressions.
After looking at the scene inside the cemetery, and then looking at Ximen Lian in the salt pile with a troubled expression, Director Qiu sighed and said: "You are so brave, you dare to put such a big salt pile in front of the cemetery.
Who told you to do this? It’s no different from setting up a stall in front of the police station to sell noodles."
Ximen Lian walked out of the salt pile, shook the salt off his body, and glanced at Wang Ziheng. He knew that he might have screwed up, and said timidly: "Didn't you tell me to prepare?"
I really don’t know what to prepare. Last night I saw that the salt was still useful, so I prepared more in the afternoon." Wang Ziheng looked at him and said: "Even if I tell you to prepare things, you must be able to prepare them all. I am
I told you to eat more dinner, but I don’t know when it will be finished tonight, otherwise I’ll make you faint from hunger again without finishing things.”
Director Qiu glanced at Wang Ziheng expressionlessly, then turned to Ximen Lian and said: "It's a good thing that your heavenly eyes are temporarily covered. Otherwise, after seeing this thing in front of you, I'm afraid you will be so scared that you can't even stand up."
I can't stand up." These words made Ximen Lian's heart skip a beat, and any curiosity he had about his surroundings just now completely disappeared.
Before entering the cemetery, Wang Ziheng first took out seven or eight bundles of paper money and a bag of nearly a thousand incense sticks from the trunk of the car. Wang Ziheng was not in a hurry to light a fire to burn the paper and burn incense. He took out something that looked like charcoal and placed it at the gate of the cemetery.
I drew a strange symbol, which seemed to be written in the same way as the Chinese character "毉". The last stroke of the symbol followed by a big circle drawn under the symbol.
After the painting was completed, Wang Ziheng moved the burning paper and incense into the circle, and finally lit the fire. Right in front of the cemetery door, the fire was roaring. Just when the burning paper and incense were almost burning, the sky turned dark
It was completely dark, and just as the paper money and incense were about to be burned, a strange wind suddenly blew out from the cemetery. The strange wind rolled up the paper money that was about to be burned, and the ashes of the paper money swirled around.
, the strange thing is that all the paper scraps are flying within the circle drawn by Wang Ziheng's paper money, and not a single bit flies outside the circle.
Director Qiu and Wang Ziheng kept watching until the strange wind slowly subsided. Director Qiu turned to Ximen Lian, who looked surprised, and said, "Okay, let's go in and say hello to the victim.
"
Although Director Qiu was right next to him, Ximen Lian was still a little dizzy looking at the dark cemetery. After thinking for a long time, he finally had the courage to say to Director Qiu: "Can't you call her out?"
Director Qiu ignored him and walked directly into the gate of the cemetery. Wang Ziheng followed his director like a shadow. Seeing that the two of them had already reached the cemetery, Ximen Lian panicked. He gritted his teeth and ran a few times.
Step by step, closely following Qiu and Wang.
The cemetery was not as quiet as Ximen Lian thought. There were one or two strange sounds from time to time. Director Qiu and Wang Ziheng acted as if they had not heard them and walked straight to the hinterland of the cemetery. Ximen Lian shivered.
Followed behind. When we first entered the cemetery, there were one or two street lamps illuminating it, but as we walked deeper, it was completely dark inside. There should have been a few people watching the watch, but now, let alone people, there were even shadows of ghosts
None.
Thinking of ghost shadows, Ximen Lian's heart trembled. After the scene at the cemetery gate just now, although he couldn't see anything now, he could still guess what kind of shapes were around him. The official was hanging.
His heart was already in his throat, while Director Qiu and Wang Ziheng next to him continued to walk deeper into the cemetery as if nothing had happened. None of the three of them brought lighting tools such as flashlights, but the two of them were between the tombs.
There was no inconvenience as we shuttled up and down. However, Ximen Daguan almost tripped over the tombstones beside him several times.
When they reached the depth of the west area of the cemetery, Director Qiu and Wang Ziheng dispersed. They were in the upper and lower areas respectively, checking the names of the deceased engraved on the nearby tombstones. It was difficult for them to do so.
How could he clearly see the writing on the tombstone in the darkness where he couldn't see his hand? Ximen Lian did not hesitate this time, he followed Director Qiu's side closely.
Just like this, while looking at the tombstones, he walked forward. When he was about to reach the end, Wang Ziheng was still sharp-eyed. He suddenly shouted from the area above: "Qiutou, I found it, come up."
Following Director Qiu, Ximen Lian walked up to Wang Ziheng. He saw Wang Ziheng pointing to a larger tombstone and said to Director Qiu: "Miao Shimei, that's her. The new grave was built yesterday."
As he spoke, he turned his face and said to the official Ximen: "Hey, come here and see if she is the old lady who scared you yesterday."
Although he didn't know what he and Director Qiu were going to do next, Ximen Lian still had to go to the tombstone. Since he couldn't see clearly what words were engraved on the tombstone in the dark, Ximen Lian took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the tombstone.
In the faint light from the screen, the official could barely see a photo posted above the tombstone. In the photo was the old lady who had scared him all morning and night yesterday.
After seeing the portrait in the photo clearly, Ximen Lian remembered the scene where he met her in the funeral parlor yesterday morning. The official trembled and almost dropped the phone on the tombstone.
"How is it? Is it her? Please tell me something." Wang Ziheng said to Ximen Lian again impatiently. Ximen Lian took a few steps back, returned to Director Qiu, and calmed down before saying
: "She is right, but what should we do now? Don't you want to pull her out of the ground? If you have anything to say, please tell her face to face, right?"
"Huh?" Wang Ziheng glanced at Ximen Lian with a strange expression. This glance made the official feel uncomfortable. He seemed to have a premonition of something bad. Wang Ziheng didn't say anything else. He took out two small ones from his pocket.
He placed one of the small wine cups upside down on the top of the tombstone, and placed the other wine cup bottom-to-bottom on top of the first wine cup. Then he conjured a seven- or eight-inch short incense stick out of nowhere, and it stood up out of thin air.
into the empty wine cup.
After a while, the short incense ignited spontaneously without fire. Although the incense was short, the smoke it emitted after spontaneous combustion was not small. The thin green smoke emitted by the short incense covered the entire tombstone and the tomb head layer by layer.
There was a vague figure swaying in the mist-like green smoke. Slowly, the outline of the figure in the smoke began to become clear. The figure and facial features looked like that of an elderly woman. After seeing the appearance of this person clearly, Ximen
Zhan shrank his neck, and the figure that appeared in the smoke was the old lady who was driving him crazy.
At this time, Wang Ziheng took a step back and gave up the position to Director Qiu. Director Qiu walked forward a few steps expressionlessly and stood opposite the tombstone. He moved his mouth towards the figure, opening and closing as if
It was the same as talking, but no sound was made.
The figure in the smoke seemed to be very wary of Director Qiu at first, but after 'listening' to his words, the figure suddenly became impatient. Her fingers pointed in the direction of Ximen Chain, and her mouth was opening and closing like Director Qiu.
It seems to be telling the grudge against Ximen Lian.
After the figure finished speaking, Director Qiu's face looked a little embarrassed. After he let out a long sigh, he turned to Ximen Lian and said, "Did you take anything from her?" Ximen Lian was stunned for a moment and said: "
No...no, I was so scared that I forgot about it. When I was putting on her makeup, I saw the gold teeth in her mouth and it was a pity that they burned like this, so...I did it for her.
It was pried off.”
Director Qiu glared at Ximen Lian and said, "Do you have the gold teeth with you? Bring them here!" Ximen Lian was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and those gold teeth were in his pockets. Now he heard that the root cause was Jin.
On the teeth, Ximen Lian's intestines turned green with regret. He dug into his pockets while nagging to Director Qiu: "Just for these teeth? As for that? I saw the quality, they are gold-plated! That's it.
It's coated with a layer of gold skin, but it's not pure gold. I almost beat me to death for this little bit of gold... If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to touch her even if I pried my own teeth out."
While speaking, Ximen Lian had already taken out the gold teeth. He did not dare to approach the figure and handed them to Director Qiu.
After taking the gold tooth, Director Qiu glanced at Ximen Lian angrily: "What do you call this...I went to the cemetery in the middle of the night just for your trivial matters?" As he said that, he casually said
A hole was dug in the soil in front of the old lady's tombstone and a few gold teeth were buried in it.
After burying the gold tooth, the old lady in the smoke suddenly pointed at Ximen Lian and opened and closed her mouth to say something to Director Qiu. Director Qiu's eyebrows stood up on the spot, and turned back to Ximen Lian and said: "
She said there was more!"
"Conscience of heaven and earth, I really just got dentures, and they were gold-plated, not even as good as porcelain ones." At this time, Ximen Lian was also anxious. Speaking of those who make money in funeral parlors, he, who puts makeup on the dead, only occupies the highest position.
He is a small man, and even if he took a set of gold and silver jewelry that was really big, nothing would happen to him. He just pried off his dentures, but he was in bad luck.
"She said you took their money," Director Qiu said to Ximen Lian with a glare.
"When did I...I took it? It was the hard-earned money given by the family! It was given by them on their own initiative, not by me to steal it." Ximen Lian then remembered the old lady's son who became a big shot.
I gave myself an envelope containing hard work money.
The old lady in the smoke was pinching her waist with one hand and pointing at the Ximen chain with the other. She kept moving her mouth. Judging from this posture, she should be pointing at the nose of the high official to curse. Wang Ziheng next to him listened to a few words and endured it for a long time.
Unable to hold it back, he suddenly opened his mouth and burst out laughing. His voice was already a bit sharp, but in this environment it sounded a bit breathtaking.
Director Qiu turned his face and glared at him. Wang Ziheng suppressed his smile. He lowered his head, puffed out his cheeks and kept twitching. Director Qiu turned back to the old lady in the smoke and spoke again. Ximen
Lian was so confused by his laughter that he didn't know what was going on. But it seemed that Wang Ziheng didn't mean it to be funny. While Director Qiu's attention was not here, Ximen Lian came to Wang Ziheng's side and said with a smile: "
Brother Wang, you are an expert, please translate."