Before Jiang Chaoge had time to think about it, the little widow had already crossed the threshold and entered the house.
At the same time, Jiang Chaoge saw the little widow's body passing through the hanging young detective's body without any pause, as smooth as silk.
So, it must be a real ‘ghost’ this time?
terrible!
Jiang Chaoge instinctively wanted to exit the courtyard, but thinking that he was also a ghost now, he emboldened himself and took a deep breath.
In fact, he felt something strange after entering Xiaoshan Village, so he decided to have a simple exchange with the ghost hunter hanging upside down from the door beam.
"Hey, brother, are you a hanged ghost? Let me introduce myself, I am a short-lived ghost."
It’s better to start with the identity of a ghost, which might resonate with the story.
But the ghost hunter ignored him.
Just like when I met Liang Pingan.
Can't we communicate again? Everyone is a ghost, doesn't it make sense? After Jiang Chaoge thought for a while, he decided to go deeper: "Stop pretending, brother, I have already seen you, you are hanging on the door beam!"
"..."
"Brother, if you keep hanging like this, won't you faint?"
"..."
"How about we share our experiences of being a ghost? Although I'm new here, I actually like white and tender tofu."
"..."
No matter how Jiang Chaoge found a topic, the young detective would not look at him.
After weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Chaoge decided to go up and 'shake it'.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you stuck and can't come down? How about I come and help you?"
He walked toward the ghost hunter with a harmless look on his face, and when he was five feet away from the ghost hunter, he accelerated and sprinted.
Grab the ghost catcher's head.
Shake hard!
"Brother, come down quickly!"
"Stop hanging around and think about your wife who hasn't married yet!"
Jiang Chaoge's movements were loud, but the ghost hunter didn't even hum. The smile on his face was still very healing, as warm as the spring breeze.
Unconscious?
A dork?
Jiang Chaoge was a little disappointed.
However, he seems to have discovered a key setting.
Ghosts in this world can "physically interact" with each other. When he grabbed the young detective's head with both hands, the touch was very real.
The most important thing is temperature!
It's not the bone-chilling cold, but the normal human body temperature.
This made his mind inexplicably think of a lot of "plot developments", and even a great profession appeared - the Undead Knight!
But then, he gave up the idea.
"Stop it, I want to seize Sheliang Ping'an. The profession of Undead Knight is obviously not suitable for me."
Since the Ghost Catcher couldn't communicate, Jiang Chaoge was ready to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the little widow's yard.
There was still a yard in front of him, but it was filled with golden chrysanthemums.
Moreover, it is much more spacious than the little widow's yard.
There are mountains, water and rocks.
The mountain is a rockery, the water is green water, and the stone is bluestone.
In addition, there is a middle-aged man with a resolute face.
The most special thing was that he actually felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was so familiar that he unconsciously shouted: "Father...Father!"
"Don't just stand there stupidly, pick up the knife on the ground and stab me!" the middle-aged man said in a stern tone.
What kind of divine unfolding is this?
Jiang Chaoge felt that his thoughts became a little confused.
A torrent of 'memory' seemed to be forcefully pouring into his brain.
His subjective thoughts were suppressed.
He couldn't help but pick up the knife on the ground and stabbed the middle-aged man.
Immediately, the knife in his hand was shot down by the middle-aged man, but he did not give up. He picked up the knife again and stabbed the middle-aged man again.
This happened over and over again, I don’t know how long it took...
He saw calluses gradually forming on his palms, he saw his arms gradually getting thicker, and he saw the middle-aged man in front of him getting older.
The scenery in front of him kept changing.
Children turned into teenagers, teenagers grew up into young people, and young people began to bully others and look for flowers. Then, a sudden change occurred in the family, the corrupt father was imprisoned, and the young man was exiled thousands of miles away.
However, he did not give up all hope, but relied on his outstanding skills to lick the county's noble daughter, and finally successfully joined the yamen, and once again lived a happy life of bullying others.
That's right, my name is Jiang Erlang.
He is a small head catcher in Huai'an County!
"Little catcher? I am... Jiang Erlang? No, I am clearly Jiang Chaoge! This is not my memory... this is the ghost catcher's memory!"
Jiang Chaoge's eyebrows were slightly swollen and painful.
It was the first time he experienced this kind of thing, and he was still a little uncomfortable with it, but fortunately he thought of a famous saying: The word is very big, please bear with it!
So, he woke up in awe!
The memory still goes on.
He appeared in the Yamen lobby of Huai'an County because a scholar came to report that a fellow scholar had disappeared on the road near Xiaoshan Village.
"Xiaoshan Village!"
Jiang Chaoge probably knew the reason why 'Jiang Erlang' appeared in Xiaoshan Village.
Because he was a scholar with a good reputation and was involved in the provincial examination, the county government still attached great importance to it and sent Jiang Erlang to investigate.
Jiang Erlang took two detectives to Xiaoshan Village and first asked the villagers. As a result, the villagers all said that they had never seen any scholars.
So Jiang Erlang ordered the three of them to search separately. One of the two detectives went to the nearby "Tui Temple" and the other went to the mountain.
Jiang Erlang, on the other hand, chose to kill a retaliate and explore Xiaoshan Village alone after nightfall.
At the end of the scene, Jiang Erlang secretly entered the village, and successfully climbed over the wall and sneaked into the little widow's yard...
But he did not see the little widow, but instead saw a bright-eyed girl in the courtyard, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, and had a snake-shaped birthmark on her face.
And then……
The memory is gone.
The screen went black.
"I am dead?"
Jiang Erlang's heart was full of unwillingness.
It was not because he failed to successfully communicate with the little widow, but because there was still an important thing that he had not completed in his heart, which was to find his sister who disappeared after the house was ransacked.
He seems to have an inexplicable attachment to this sister. He still remembers her appearance, her happy smile, and her warmth when she hugged him.
As for the old corrupt official father who is in jail, he doesn't care too much?
Jiang Chaoge shook his head hard to get rid of these distracting thoughts.
I am Jiang Chaoge!
A good young man of the new era!
Then, he found himself back in the little widow's yard, but at this time, the door beam was empty.
Jiang Erlang is missing!!!
"Where are you going?"
Jiang Chaoge's thinking was a little stagnant for a while, and he felt that he needed to calm down and digest it.
"I should have the ability to read ghost memories!"
"The triggering condition for this ability seems to be a shake? No, it should be contact!"
"Now I have a question, who is the girl who appears at the end of the picture?"
"Did a girl kill Jiang Erlang? But why is there no scene of a girl taking action in Jiang Erlang's memory? Although Jiang Erlang is a prodigal, he still has some strength. He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. It is difficult for ordinary people to get close. If
The girl really killed Jiang Erlang, what method did she use?"
The amount of information is a bit large.
Jiang Chaoge still had too few clues, so he decided to go into the house to take a look.
Cross the threshold.
He saw the little widow squatting in front of an iron pot with her butt sticking out.
Inside the iron pot was a large pot of white and tender tofu. The little widow kept grabbing the tofu in the pot with her hands and crazily stuffing it into her mouth.
She ate very urgently, very quickly, as if if she didn't eat the tofu, she would be gone.
Moreover, every time she ate a piece of tofu, the smile on the little widow's face became more and more healing, exactly like the smile on the face of the young detective Jiang Erlang, just like the peach blossoms blooming in March.