"Who the hell are you!" I dared to drink the ghosts trapped in the hexagram array in front of me.
"You will die today if you die for seven days!" The man’s voice is very magnetic and appears many times. In my dream, I think the man playing with a doll is exactly the same.
I couldn’t help but step back and tremble. "You did everything!"
The man slowly turned around and the knife-shaped eyebrows were high and the nose and lips were thin and not arrogant.
My body is still shaking, but I am shaking at this time, definitely not because of fear but because of anger.
Suddenly there was a cold wind behind me, and the carving knife disappeared. Old Ge ran past me and rushed towards the male ghost while shouting, "Xiaoxi, hide and run!"
I was shocked to see that Ge was about to arrive at the edge of the hexagram array, and the male ghost suddenly broke through the array and the array had no place for him! I was stunned for a moment, and my heart jumped to my throat. The male ghost reached out and waved at the old Ge. Before touching the old Ge, he was hit by the wall and dropped a mouthful of stuffy blood. His face turned red. I was so angry that I quickly ran over and picked up the carving knife and shouted at the male ghost, "There are always ghosts in heaven and earth!"
The spell was pronounced loudly, but the male ghost came to me step by step and slowly reached out his hand. This carving knife didn’t have a black tunic suit for him at all, just like a god!
"Xiao Xi, run!" Ge struggled to get up and ran into the ghost, only to pass through the ghost and pounce on the male face. With a wave of his hand, Ge was instantly overturned!
I stare big eyes and hold the carving knife more and more tightly. Suddenly, my hand is cut by the carving knife, and the blood surrounds the carving knife. Then the carving knife vibrates. As the male ghost walks towards me, the carving knife vibrates more and more, almost escaping from my hand. I cling to it. Just me, Ge and I are going to hand over to me today.
A touch of blue shadow floated out of the carving knife, and a blue long-distance running hair rolled up and tied this jade crown. I was stunned to see an ancient man reaching for the approaching male ghost. He quickly turned pale and looked at the blue figure suddenly. "Who are you?"
Blue figure don’t talk stretched out his hand to the male ghost for a while male ghost almost through the drill out toward the window.
"Who are you …?" I asked curiously, "Thank you for saving me."
The cyan figure didn’t turn around and didn’t talk. It was a moment when the figure dispersed into the carving knife in a fog, which made the blood-stained red carving knife devour my blood-blue blade quickly and bare again.
"Ge Chenxi, the netherworld, now you have become a real netherworld." I was shocked that a magnetic sound appeared in my mind.
Although I was surprised, at this time, Lao Ge was lying dying. Where did I have the heart to listen to this? I quickly ran to Lao Ge and shook it gently for a long time before Lao Ge opened his eyes and said that he was dying.
"Old Ge, you hold on." My little arm and calf dragged for a long time, but I didn’t see old Ge get up.
Gradually, the rain stopped. Ge’s lips were pale. He vomited blood. Isn’t it fatal to lose such a mouthful of blood for nothing? Ge grabbed my hand and the cold touch made me cry. "Little … Xiaoxi cremated me … and my ashes were buried with you … and my uncle coughed."
After that, Ge suddenly closed his eyes and shook my hand, and my hand was drooping. It took me a long time to react and cry.
I’m tired of crying. I lit the old Ge’s clothes with a match. Lao Ge said that not cremating after death is to turn ghosts, especially when Lao Ge died violently for seven days. I was still alive, but Lao Ge died. At this time, I realized that what really killed Lao Ge was that the male ghost broke into Lao Ge’s body, and if I knew the netherworld, maybe Lao Ge would not die.
However, at the age of seven, I did my best to bury Ge’s ashes next to the second uncle’s coffin. I walked calmly out to the side of the road and turned my head to look at the heavy area. I remembered Grandpa’s saying that I would never come back again. I clenched my fists and one day I would come back and I couldn’t swallow this tone!
I took a taxi back to the city with Lao Ge’s luggage and the money in his pocket. I was in a daze every day and forgot what it meant to be afraid that three photos would be pinned by me and I had to look at them every day. I didn’t know about it until the third month of Lao Ge’s death
When the door rang suddenly that day, there were many words at home-it was the first time to knock on the door for Lao Ge.
"Who is it?" I looked tired and weary through illness at the door and asked
"Is the sunrise? Door I am your tiger uncle "gas dye-in-the-wood sound drill in.
Uncle Hu? I haven’t heard of it, but I still looked straight in through the door. I couldn’t help but step back and cover my eyes and get used to it. I found a big man with a cynical smile in front of me. "Why is this ghost tut tut? Go change clothes and come with me."
I didn’t respond at the door. To be exact, I don’t know this person at all. Who knows that Uncle Hu spat? "Can I still lie to you?"
Uncle Hu took out a letter from his pocket. "I received it yesterday. Have a look."
I took the letter and opened it. It was yellow. The letterhead said Xiaoxi. When you received this letter, grandpa was dead. Maybe that guy Ge was dead, too.
I didn’t expect that this letter would be written by my grandfather, whose vision gradually blurred and he cried unwillingly. In the past three months, I hardly went out except to buy some quick-frozen food every week. The death of Lao Ge hit me hard. I once heard a saying from my grandfather that I was a great virgin after the death of Lao Ge, and that’s how I felt. So many people in the world didn’t lift up their eyes and kiss me, and what I had to do every day became to look at those three photos and practice penance. Now, Lao Ge left me a quarter of it by rote, and a male ghost didn’t appear again. In the dream, Liu Popo and Jiang’s doll eldest brother are like people evaporating. My anger has not subsided with time, but it has become more and more harmful. All my family members have disappeared? No way! I swore on the day Ge died that blood out was a ghost!
Chapter 23 Uncle Tiger, the new hero
Uncle Tiger whistled when he saw me like this. "Yo, why are you still crying? What’s written in this letter? I didn’t peek at Chen Lao’s letter. It’s not this one."
I don’t want to give him a white look and finally put the letter in front of him. "If I didn’t guess wrong, the carving knife must be in your hand. Grandpa must have told you when he died that this carving knife is an ordinary carving knife. This carving knife is called the Chenghuang knife by my master. Everyone in the netherworld can understand this knife. Grandpa has never understood the power of this carving knife, but now he says this to you because everything should be my life. Lao Ge is dead. The only person you can trust is the messenger who will give you. You keep this knife quietly and live well, Grandpa.
My hand can’t help shaking. Uncle Hu just shook his cynical voice. "Age is really dead. Let’s go. Uncle Hu will raise you after the sunrise."
I can’t understand the loneliness of Uncle Hu, just as he can’t pay attention to my confusion. Finally, I listened to my grandfather’s words and packed my things and left Uncle Hu. I didn’t expect Uncle Hu to live so far away. Uncle Hu said that although it was called Changchun, it was really cold.
Uncle Tiger kept asking me about Grandpa one by one, but Uncle Tiger was skeptical about my mother-in-law Jiang Shiliu and the male ghost in my dream. He said twice that he took me to see a psychiatrist, and I finally kept my mouth shut. It seems that Uncle Tiger is not a middleman in the underworld, but my grandfather left me the last place to live.
In addition to taking myself and Uncle Hu, I also took the thick shadow and three photos of Ge’s salute box. In addition, I also packed the broken doll and the wreckage of the big brother in the cabin. Uncle Hu said that he lived in the northeast and had heard of five immortals since he was a child, but these things in his heart were so confusing that he advised me not to believe them.
I said I kept these for a memory. Uncle Tiger nodded and said nothing. He chewed bubble gum in his mouth for a while, and a person in his 30 s and 40 s blew up. But the conversation made me stunned. Uncle Tiger turned out to be a policeman. Nima was a captain … The sacred image of the people’s police was greatly discounted in my heart.
The train is a long journey. I watched the train whizzing by with a carving knife in my hand. I felt that I was gradually away from my hometown. Everything was like a dream, and I was only seven years old. This doubt was a nightmare. Other children may have just entered school and learned a wonderful childhood, but I … I’m not complaining, but I’ve seen cruelty in this world too early.
Uncle Hu seems to be unable to bear the loneliness for a long time. "Xiaoxi, are you old?"
This sentence successfully attracted my attention. "Does Uncle Hu know this carving knife?"
Listening to my question, Uncle Hu grinned and his face was slightly shaking with fat. "This matter has to start with the fall of the three northeastern provinces!"
If I were interested in listening to everything about Grandpa, I wouldn’t think this conversation was too lengthy. Uncle Hu said that he knew Grandpa only seven years ago, when Uncle Hu was only twenty years old and his father died. Grandpa came to attend the funeral.
Speaking of which, I realized that it turned out to be Uncle Hu and Grandpa had Uncle Hu’s father’s name was Meng Shan. During the anti-Japanese war, Grandpa used to be Mr. Meng Shan’s department. When the three northeastern provinces fell, Mr. Meng Shan became attached. Mr. Meng Shan was a warrior and a yuppie. He liked to play calligraphy and painting. At the beginning, he was almost criticized during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, Grandpa helped to understand the former friendship. Two people became friends. At that time, Uncle Hu was also the funeral of Mr. Meng Shan. At that time, Uncle Hu was 2
"It was the only time I saw Chen Lao, but it was a brief encounter. My father and I were both cranky people, but Chen Lao always found my body shining. When I heard that my police force had transferred me to Interpol, I made my mark. I had an achievement today. I was afraid that if something happened to him before I left, I would have trouble with him, but I didn’t expect that Meng Hu would really have such a day." Uncle Hu said with a sob. "Some people want to meet once, that is, knowing Chen Lao and I are friends."
I listened to my heart for a long time, but I was in awe of Uncle Hu, a cynical man with a fiery heart and a clever mind. No wonder Grandpa trusted me to him.
When I arrived in Jiutai City, I moved to Uncle Hu’s house, Changchun, and villages everywhere. Uncle Hu said that he had the ability to buy a good house, but he still felt comfortable living in the old house. Let me not mind. I shook my head with a smile, but I felt that Uncle Hu was warm-hearted and I was an orphan. It would be nice to have a meal.
Uncle Hu lived in a village called Changping Village. Compared with the city temperature, Changchun was cooler in summer. Many villages were also very lively. Many people gathered around the stage to watch the two of them turn around. When they saw Uncle Hu calling me Tiger kindly, they asked me who I was. Uncle Hu said that I was a distant relative.
Uncle Hu’s house is a clean small courtyard, and it’s just that the two rooms have inquired carefully to know that Uncle Hu has not married yet. One reason is that he is too busy at work, and the other is that he doesn’t like Uncle Hu to laugh at his daily work. Sometimes he goes to find a lifelong event and is unwilling to make do with it. This is also true.
Later, Uncle Hu arranged a book for me, and I learned that Uncle Hu was really busy and the local reputation was very good. Everyone gave him a nickname called the new hero.
I feel funny and proud when I listen to Uncle Hu. When I don’t have time, I study what Lao Ge left behind. In recent years, I have finally been able to learn all about it. However, when my life was due to those strange things, a case in which Uncle Hu was imprisoned brought me back to this whirlpool.
At the end of the college entrance examination at the age of one that year, I reported to Imperial University without telling Uncle Hu that the purpose was to go back and look for the murderer, only to inform Uncle Hu that he had just arrived on the third day and went to prison. In the words, it was because he was suspected of murder.
I had a careful understanding of the case at that time before I knew that Uncle Hu had been alone with the witness when investigating the case. When someone went in, I found that the witness was dead. I saw the scene of Uncle Hu’s gun, and the witness was shot in the middle of his forehead. Uncle Hu didn’t refute or explain it until he entered the prison for a few hours.
When I heard the news, my heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. I couldn’t sit on the bottom stool and started to walk outside. It was already past eleven o’clock. It is reasonable to say that I can’t visit Uncle Hu and my colleagues in the police station for so many years. I left the gate and walked outside the village. It was winter, and it was cold in the northeast. I came out with a hat and became angry. In the white village, someone lit a light bulb. I tightened my clothes and drove to the police station for more than 20 minutes by light and moonlight.
"Oh, Xiaoxi, you are finally here." I was greeted at the door by Interpol. Ding Kai was brought out by Uncle Hu. The land has just graduated from the internship, and now he has turned to Uncle Hu. His face is less than mine. You can see that his forehead is sweaty and his eyes are red. He just cried and shouted my name, and he will choke again. "I don’t believe that Master has killed people."
"If you don’t believe it, tell me why you are crying!" I hit Ding Kai in the head with anger. "Take me in quickly."
Ding Kai hurriedly wiped her tears. "Don’t cry for a while, Master … Master, he is now."
"Oh, waste a fart duck." Grandpa is a voluptuous person. Plus, I grew up with Uncle Hu, and I learned a lot of temperament. Although Ding Kai is five years older than me, every time I see a cat, I always listen to me like a mouse. I cracked my mouth and pulled me to the inside.
Chapter 24 Dream Murder Ghost Press Bed
Only a few policemen on duty in the police station gathered around me when they saw me. One of them was the vice captain of the criminal police team named Zhang Chong, who was not tall and weighed 100 Jin. Uncle Hu loved to vomit when he was drunk. Zhang Chong and his weight was 20 Jin heavier than that of Zhang Chong, but the area turned out to be twice that of Zhang Chong. Every time I saw Zhang Chong, I wanted to laugh. How can a person hide meat so much? Today, I can’t laugh. "What’s the situation of my uncle Hu?"
Zhang Chong looked around and let me get closer, frowning and lowering his voice. "It’s very difficult to see that he killed my apprentice now. At that time, I asked Emoko whether he killed him or not. So what if he killed him? Everyone heard it at that time."
"How is it possible! Is he crazy? " My heart dally with anger "not to say that he refuted? Since refuting what to admit? "
When Ding Kai heard that I was here, I cried, "Yes, Master, this time it was a disaster."
I was so angry that I stretched out my hand against Ding Kai’s head and it was a slap in the face that "a dog can’t spit ivory."
Zhang Chong hurriedly stopped me. "You know bullying Ding Kai Xiaoxi. We all know that you are anxious. Ding Kai has been following the tiger since the internship. I entered the police station at the age of 23 and followed Emoko for ten years. We all know that although the surface is not like a good man, it is a solid and warm-hearted person. I have nothing to say that Emoko’s family conditions are good, but I never make public that my mother is ill and has surgery. Emoko gives him money …"
Zhang Chong said more and more choked up. "Come on, let’s go in and have a look. Anyway, this time Emoko has repeatedly talked and added witnesses. This time it’s really …"
I didn’t listen. I dragged Ding Kai and asked him to take me to see Uncle Hu quickly. Uncle Hu was said in the observation room that he would be sent to prison without evidence in a few days. It was not easy to get out of prison again. I was psychologically prepared, but when I saw the hair in the observation room full of iron bars and squatted and smoked, Uncle Hu twisted his heart and became sour.
"Little sunrise is coming …" Uncle Hu looked up at me and frowned and vomitted an one mouthful smoke turn. "Let Uncle Hu have a good look at you and you will go to jail in a few days."
I’m not used to Uncle Hu’s emotional tears, so I just wiped them and walked to the iron window. "What’s going on?"
Kung Fu Ding Kai and Zhang Chong also came in. Don’t be outside the door of Interpol.
Uncle Hu sighed, "They are all our own. Let me get this straight. At that time, when I killed people, I felt like I was dreaming. In retrospect, there is indeed a memory. Isn’t it white for me to be a gun?"
"Emoko means to kill people in their dreams," Zhang Chong explained. "But who believed the man or Emoko killed the house at that time? We did it at the home of the deceased. Now Emoko killed people not simply because it was a murder, but because it was suspected of deliberately killing witnesses."
I looked at Uncle Hu. He meant that I did kill someone, but I didn’t know anything about it. "Uncle Hu, do you have a history of mental illness at home?"