When we got home, Lu Haitao and Fu Xiao were obviously relieved. They were all staying with me at home, probably with Lu Sheng, and they didn't leave for work until the next day.
And I finally found a chance to chat with that talkative middle-aged woman for a while. Although the middle-aged woman has been sneering and sarcastic, I still got a lot of information.
This courtyard house is an old house, and Lu Haitao's father had already lived in it when he was still alive, and he and the middle-aged woman and others can be said to have been neighbors since childhood. You can hide many things from your relatives and friends, but you can’t hide it from your neighbors, because you never know where the neighbors will look at you, especially for such a bungalow.
Although I can see that many of the middle-aged women's words are subjective, and there are a lot of embellishments, but I still sort out some ideas.
First, Lu Haitao's father died very early, probably when Lu Sheng was born, because the old man of the Lu family was buried in the back mountain, so Lu Haitao often went to the back mountain during that time, and told his neighbors that he was looking for a place to bury the old man , but the number of times I went there was a lot, and most of the time I took Lu Sheng with me. You must know that Lu Sheng was born not long ago, which is obviously unreasonable;
Second, when Lu Chang grew up, he never went to the back mountain once, and he never even went to burn paper for the elderly during festivals. It was said that Lu Sheng was weak since he was a child and could not go to those places. But Lu Sheng is now 7 years old, but he never went to the grave with his grandfather. This cannot be explained by his frailty;
Third, because Lu Sheng didn't go to the grave, Fu Xiao naturally didn't go to the grave to take care of the young Lu Sheng, which is even more unreasonable, since she is a daughter-in-law after all;
Fourth: The old man of the Lu family was not buried in the back mountain, but someone else was buried in the back mountain. As for who, the middle-aged woman gave many answers, but about this point, I think it is a middle-aged woman Conjectures, but nothing can come from nothing, perhaps this is the most critical point.
Now all the clues point to Houshan, which is the place where the old man of the Lu family is buried, so I plan to go to Houshan at night. As for why I don’t go during the day, uh, if I want to go to hell, there is no reason to go during the day, of course , more importantly, although Xiaosheng has been arrested as the ghost on my body, Lu Haitao is obviously still very worried about Lu Sheng's safety, so I can't go out of the small courtyard at all now.
It wasn't until night fell that Lu Haitao and Fu Xiao, who had worked all day, had already fallen asleep, that I tiptoed out of the room, then carefully opened the courtyard door and went directly to the back mountain.
The back mountain is actually not far away, but it is definitely a test for my small arms and legs and my physical strength. I have just walked to the foot of the back mountain, and I am already so tired that I can't breathe.
The back mountain is not big, and it is located in the city. After more than ten years, it has been surrounded by the city and has become a park. Not to mention the daytime, there are many wild mandarin ducks meeting here at night.
But now there is no one there, not to mention that the path up the mountain is all dirt roads, and it is almost a mass grave, but no one dares to come here for a tryst in the middle of the night.
It hasn’t rained for a long time, and the dirt road is very dry. It’s not difficult to say, but it’s really difficult for me to go to the sky, because I’ve been careful not to be discovered, and when I walked out the door, I realized that I didn’t even bring a flashlight.
On the main road, because of the moonlight and the occasional lights of other people who did not rest, I didn’t feel anything, but once I walked on the dirt road, it suddenly became pitch black, and the dim moonlight could not illuminate the road in front of me at all.
I hesitated for a while, but slowly went up the back mountain.
The first feeling that the back mountain gives me is gloomy, and the second feeling is quiet, the tall trees make the moonlight fragmentary, and there is only the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the leaves around.
I obviously overestimated my guts. Although I have seen many scary things before, most of the time I was not alone, so the feeling is not too obvious, but now I am walking alone in the dense forest, that kind of The cold feeling on my back almost made me want to turn around and run away.
Looking at the way I couldn't see clearly, I could only grit my teeth and move forward. Fortunately, when I walked out of the dirt road and approached the top of the mountain, the trees began to thin out, and the moonlight tonight was good, so I could barely see it. .
The top of the back mountain is full of graves, some with tombstones, some without. Fortunately, there is no big vat with bones like in Hong Kong movies.
But, how can I find the cemetery where the old man of the Lu family is buried? I think my action this time was too impulsive. Sure enough, anger and curiosity can lower a person's IQ.
However, it’s all here, so I’m going to ask a ghost. In fact, for me now, the appearance of a ghost probably makes me less afraid.
After walking through several mounds without tombstones, a tomb with a tombstone finally appeared on my right, but half of the tombstone has fallen off, and the tomb bag has collapsed a lot. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.
But at least there is a tombstone.
I walked over and tried hard to see the words on the tombstone. The words on the tombstone were engraved in incised, and it was the same color as the tombstone, so it was hard to read. I could only approach step by step.
Hey, there are still photos on the tombstone. I was a little stunned. Looking at the damage of the tomb bag, this tomb will definitely not be piled up in a short period of time, and you must know that this is not a cemetery, and basically there are no photos. Habit.
I looked at the photo curiously. The photo was very small, only three fingers wide. The tip of my nose had to touch the tombstone, so I could vaguely see that the photo should be a woman, not very old.
"do I look good?"
With a frenzy, I hit the tombstone directly with my hands frantic. Blood flowed out of my nose immediately, leaving a circular imprint on the tombstone, which was slowly flowing downward.
Tears rolled in my eyes, and it took me a long time to cover my nose and look around, but the surroundings were as quiet as when I came up, there was nothing strange, and there were no ghosts around.
Could it be my hallucination? I turned my head to look at the photo on the tombstone. I was so frightened that my whole body became cold and I couldn’t move. On the white tombstone, the nosebleed I left seemed to be alive and was slowly rising. , flowed onto the photo, dyeing the photo a weird red color, and the portrait on the photo has long been invisible.
Damn, I cursed in my heart, wiped the nosebleed that was still bleeding with my sleeve, and said boldly: "My blood is not bad, why don't you come out and take it, and I'll ask a question."
I stood for a while, but the only answer was the wind. Just when I was about to give up, I suddenly saw the words on the tombstone that I hadn't noticed just now.
Fu Xiao died on the **** day of **** month.