Xiao Li turned around and handed the three hundred dollars to the man, who quickly took it and stuffed it into his pocket, then pointed to the tablet and said, "My brother is here, you can continue to worship, you are so sincere, he has a strong presence in the spirit of heaven. You know, you must be happy too.”
Xiao Li didn't know if Zhang Tao would feel relieved, but he felt that if Zhang Tao became a ghost, the first thing might be to come back to find this unfortunate brother.
Seeing that the photo crisis had been resolved and that they had been discovered, Zhu Yiting and others walked in one after another from the corner and outside the door, pretending to bow a few times to the tablet.
Then Xiao Li looked at his brother and asked quite directly: "When you were sorting out Mr. Zhang's belongings, did you find a black box?"
As soon as he said these words, Tao Fei glanced nervously at the man, her hand stretched in her pocket, ready to take out the ghost exorcism charm at any time.
"Black box?" The man raised his left eyebrow high and glanced at Xiao Li, "I haven't seen it before."
Xiao Li has been observing his expression, and seeing that the doubt in the other's expression is not falsified in the slightest, he pointed to the coffin parked beside him and asked, "Have you seen your brother today?"
He changed the topic too quickly, and it sounded a bit too direct to Tao Fei's ears, not to mention the man with a bad temper. The other party immediately changed his face and raised his voice: "What do you mean?"
When Tao Fei saw this battle, he immediately tried to appease the other party, and said softly: "He just asks casually, don't mind, we also have a little friendship with your eldest brother, so we care more about him..."
"That can't be like this in my brother's mourning hall," the man said, the more angry he became, "this is the point of worship, and it's still sneaking, what are you doing here?! Did the village chief ask you to come?"
Tao Fei: "No no no, you misunderstood, we are really just here to worship your eldest brother."
Xiao Li was blocked behind Tao Fei, he sighed silently, and he naturally stretched out another hand to Zhu Yiting—
Zhu Yiting: "..."
He didn't really want to admit that he got Sherlock's meaning in a second - the young man took out another three hundred dollars from his pocket, patted the other's palm with a heavy face, and said "I'm out of money". type, indicating that the other party has to change to another sheep to slap the wool.
Xiao Li stretched out a hand directly over Tao Fei, who was defending, and slapped the money in front of Zhang Tao's younger brother. The other party's expression changed, and he immediately took the three banknotes, his anger subsided: "Okay, if you have any questions, just ask. , Mr. reporter, remember to beautify me in the report and make a recommendation, our family's dishes are good."
Tao Fei, who racked his brains thinking about how to appease Zhang Tao's younger brother: "..."
- Who is this!
There are many kinds of people in this world, most of them will be heartbroken because of the death of their loved ones, but from the behavior of Zhang Tao's younger brother who is going to lose money as soon as they meet, it is obvious that he does not belong to the former, but the part that sees money with open eyes .
Xiao Li asked, "Do you still remember how your brother died?"
"I don't know the specifics," Zhang Tao's younger brother recalled the scene at the time, "My brother and I separated, his wife died early, and I haven't married yet, so we usually see each other about once a week. Just yesterday, I needed someone here to collect the food, so I asked him for help, but he didn't answer, so I broke in and found that he had..."
When he said this, there was a hint of depression on his face: "We haven't had anything like this for many years here. I went to the village chief, and the village chief said it should be a sudden death, and urged me to hurry up and bury it. Let me not tell anyone as soon as possible... By the way, Mr. Reporter, don't say it was me."
Xiao Li nodded and agreed with him: "The last question, do you have any special customs in this village?"
"Custom?" The man thought for a while, "It's nothing special, I went to bed at nine o'clock in the evening, does that count?"
Zhu Yiting, who was listening quietly, couldn't help but interrupted: "What kind of custom is this?"
"Then it's gone," the man said.
Xiao Li nodded thoughtfully and ended his questioning. Then Tao Fei asked him a few more simple questions, and they left together.
—
At the same time, a certain dwelling in Juhun Village.
A middle-aged woman is folding something with straw under an oil lamp, and there is a pile of straw at her feet. Her surname is Li, and everyone calls her Sister Li.
Although the room was dimly lit, her hands were dexterous and obviously skilled, and she quickly folded the straw into a human form.
She stood up holding the scarecrow, took out a small dressing box from the cabinet beside, opened the dressing box, and took out a copper bell and a box of rouge from it.
She smeared the rouge on her index finger and put it on the scarecrow's heart, muttering in her mouth: "The hour has come, the soul returns, the hour has come..."
However nothing happened.
Sister-in-law Li looked at her index finger, her eyes flashed with a hint of determination, then she bit it, squeezed a drop of blood, replacing the original rouge, and then continued to meditate on that paragraph.
But the house was still calm, and there was no movement that she expected.
Her figure just stood there as if it was frozen. After a long time, she sighed, put everything back, including the scarecrow, and came to the bed, ready to fall asleep.
Just as her butt hit the bed board, there was a clear knock on the wooden door that had been in disrepair.
"Who is it?" she sat up again and asked outside the door.
"...It's me." A gruff voice rang out, it belonged to a man in the village.
Sister-in-law Li recognized the voice of the person outside the door. She walked over with peace of mind and opened the door: "Zhang Tao, why are you looking for me at this time?"
The man outside the door had pale lips and a bluish complexion. People who didn't know it under the hazy moonlight thought he was dead.
Zhang Tao didn't speak, he handed the black box in his hand to the other party, and the bending of his arms had an unnatural stiffness.
Sister-in-law Li took the box suspiciously: "What is this? Why do you look so ugly today, what happened?"
Zhang Tao's mysterious eyes shifted from the box to the middle-aged woman's face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take it apart."
Then he walked away in the sight of the other party.
The rest of Mrs. Li stood at the door of her house, looking at the box in her hand, and decided to chase after her and ask—she turned back and pulled the door, trying to follow Zhang Tao's back, but the man seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he was always there for her. In front of her, she couldn't catch up until she followed his back all the way to the mourning hall.
Mourning hall...? !
Sister Li immediately realized that something was wrong, and the sense of fear that had been suppressed by seeing acquaintances came up again. She looked at the two white lanterns in panic, and walked in step by step until she saw the middle The tablet, she knelt directly on the ground: "This... what's going on?!"
The movement she made was too loud, and Zhang Tao's younger brother rushed out again with swearing in his mouth. Seeing that it was Sister Li, he was stunned for a while before stepping forward to help her: "Yo, Sister Li, what's the matter, what is this? Come to pay homage to my brother?"
Sister Li didn't know where the strength came from. She grabbed Zhang Tao's brother by the collar: "Zhang Chang, let me ask you, when did your brother die?"
Zhang Chang has a bad temper. He wanted to scold him when he was caught like this, but seeing how wrong Mrs. Li's face was, he suppressed his temper and said, "Just yesterday. I went to his house to find him, and found that he was already lying on the ground. I'm dead, and the village chief also knows this, so I don't tell anyone, stop for seven days and hurry up and bury it."
What Zhang Chang didn't say was that the village chief gave him some money before he agreed not to speak out in the village, otherwise he would have to pay enough money for each family due to his temper.
"But I... But I just saw him!" Sister Li pointed to the black box that fell on the ground and said, "He came to my house to find me and gave me this!"
"How is that possible? Sister Li, are you dreaming?" Zhang Chang doesn't believe in ghosts and gods - in fact, he is not a native of Soul Gathering Village either. Picking up the box, he opened it directly, "The group of foreigners who came before also mentioned some black box, but I want to see what is inside..."
Sister Li's face was pale. She had a bad premonition in her heart for some reason. She hurriedly reached out to stop Zhang Zhang, but the other party had already opened it first. Her eyes were fixed on the inside of the black box. Go, take your breath away.
—
Xiao Li and his party went straight back to the room.
Shi Ye and the others sat by the bed waiting for them. When Shi Ye saw someone returning, he was the first to stand up and swept over them one by one with bright eyes: "Did you find anything?"
Tao Fei glanced at Xiao Li quickly, wanting to ask the other party's approval, but the young man was already sitting at the small table and didn't pay attention to Shi Ye's plans, so Tao Fei hesitated and said, "There's a dead man in the house in the west, called Zhang Tao, the one in the CG at the beginning of the film, is swinging his head seven, and he was attacked when we went, but fortunately his brother appeared in time, and we were fine."
Shi Ye: "How did he die? Is it related to that black box?"
Tao Fei shook his head: "We don't know this yet. His younger brother said he had never seen the black box. When he went to find his brother, he found out that his brother was dead. He also said that the village chief told them not to show it."
"The village chief..." Shi Ye walked back and forth in the house, "He must be a breakthrough! We'll ask him tomorrow!"
Shi Ye asked in full swing, but Zhu Yiting was uncharacteristically quiet.
The young man grabbed his two little friends into the corner, paid attention to Xiao Li, and whispered to them, "I remembered, that Sherlock, do you remember?"
Yongchun and the third person Fan Renqi shook their heads.
Zhu Yiting continued: "Just the one on the forum, sharing the thigh teammate posts you've seen, the one that Ye Lingshi is still bubbling - I'll just say why this name is so familiar!"
Yongchun changed his angle and looked at the black-haired boy who was staring at the task book beside the oil lamp. He felt that the other party looked very harmless, green and quiet at this time. He recalled the description of Sherlock in the post. Words, couldn't help but ask: "Is it him?"
Fan Ren thought about the key words describing Sherlock in the post: strange, powerful, dumbfounded, and then he thought about the excuse me that he had been asking all the time in his heart—
"It's him." Fan Ren said firmly.
Zhu Yiting rushed to them with grief and indignation and took out his pocket: "He made me lose 600 yuan today, Grandpa Mao, RMB!"
"It's not difficult to buy information with money." Yongchun comforted him, "and everyone said they would pay you back, you remember to ask him for a WeChat account, and you have money and got someone's WeChat account, don't you think? Delicious."
Zhu Yiting suddenly became angry when he said this: "That's right, I'll be the only one with his WeChat account at that time, and I'll be mad at you all."
At this time, the focus of their discussion was that Xiao Li was seriously confronting Xiao Huang Ben at the table.
Xiao Huang had just been quiet for a while, but now he made a firm request to Xiao Li: [Do you really want to sleep in the Chase? Baby, I know you're not used to sleep, don't force yourself, I have other places for you to sleep.]
Xiao Li wrote a sentence stroke by stroke with a black pen: "I'll sleep here."
In Xiao Huangben's description, this room seems to be more dangerous than the ghost world: [It's dangerous here.]
Xiao Li:
[There are other men, dangerous.]Xiao Huangben firmly showed, [...women are not good either, and they are also dangerous.]
In Xiao Huangben's world, he may be the only one who is safe around him, although Xiao Li's opinion is completely opposite to his - if he agrees to Xiao Huangben going out to sleep, he feels that he is likely to face a wake up "tragic" Lost" predicament...
It's scarier than haunted, isn't it
Xiao Li held her cheeks and wrote fluently with the other hand: "Other people are not beasts, what's the danger? In this kind of place, no one would be in the mood to do that kind of thing."
He silently added in his heart: Except you.
Xiao Huangben: [Even if they don't show it, but I think they are thinking so in their hearts, I can't stand this.]
[Because I like you, I want to kiss you, and the way you look when you fall asleep makes me even more uncontrollable. I can describe a bunch of actions I want to do to you as soon as I open my mouth, but I have been enduring—this What used to be my worst thing, now because of you, it has become something I don't do all the time.]
The tip of Xiao Li's pen stopped on the pale yellow paper. Because of the loss of control, a black scratch slid down on it. The black-haired boy looked at the handwriting, and his heart was filled with indescribable ellipses.
After a long time, he picked up a pen: "...Why me? Do I know you? You are a ghost. I have never encountered a ghost before entering this world."
This time Xiao Huangben paused for a long time, and seemed to be thinking.]
Xiao Li, who was still looking forward to it, said, "..."
- There will be hope for Xiao Huangben's answer, he is still too naive!