The No. 8 clinic I rented has a total area of close to 100 square meters and is divided into two rooms, an inner room and an outer room. Among them, the outer room is about 60 square meters, which was transformed into a pharmacy, which is where I work during the day. The inner room is about forty square meters, where I cook, wash, and sleep in my daily life.
I once heard from a neighbor near the clinic that Changyi Street was completed about seven years ago.
Originally, this place was a wild ridge. In this wild ridge, there was a striking black stone stele on which was engraved with a cumbersome text that no one knew.
In order to save trouble, the workers who built Changyi Street uprooted the stele and buried it in the ground at will. The place where the stele is buried is exactly where No. 8 Changyi Street is.
After the completion of Changyi Street, an old couple bought No. 8 Changyi Street. Soon after, No. 8 Changyi Street welcomed its first tenant.
The tenant rented a shop and was doing a haircut business.
About a month after the barber shop opened, something happened that still makes people talk about it.
The owner of the barber shop died in a chair for haircuts on a rainy night. A long, dark hair wrapped around his neck, suffocating him to death.
The police sealed off the scene, and after a careful investigation, the possibility of homicide was finally ruled out.
In other words, the owner of the barbershop died by suicide. Holding a long black hair, he strangled himself alive.
If it is possible to say that this kind of thing like strangling oneself is possible, then what happened next at No. 8 Changyi Street is completely beyond the scope of everyone's understanding.
The second tenant at No. 8 Changyi Street opened a clothing store.
The clothing store sells women's clothing. The shop opened for two months, and the owner accidentally disappeared.
Three days later, the police received an alarm call and opened the door of the clothing store. As soon as the door of the clothing store was opened, a foul smell came out.
Following the stench, the police quickly found the body of the owner of the clothing store.
The corpse was lying on the ground, bloody. A whole piece of human skin was peeled off and put on a plastic mannequin.
The pavement pattern of Changyi Street is the same, only one door can enter the pavement. A camera happened to be facing the door of the clothing store. The police watched the video taken by the camera over and over again a dozen times. The final conclusion is difficult for everyone to accept.
During the period when the owner of the clothing store was killed, absolutely no one has ever entered the clothing store.
Two people died in a row at No. 8 Changyi Street, and the name Ghost Shop began to become popular in Changyi Street. This shop has been abandoned for nearly a year.
A year later, the old couple who bought the shop died one after another. The old couple's son sold the shop to a middle-aged man at a very low price.
After the middle-aged person took over the shop, the first thing he did was to find a Taoist priest.
The second thing is to rent the shop to a pig killer and use it as a butcher shop.
In this way, two months passed safely.
Just when everyone thought that the Taoist had succeeded in getting rid of evil spirits and that the pig killer had his own aura to ward off evil spirits, something went wrong in the butcher shop.
In the middle of the night, there was a stern and miserable howl suddenly. The crowd followed the sound, and they had just arrived outside the butcher shop when they saw the pig killer stumbled out of the butcher shop.
Running out of the butcher shop, the pig killer knelt on the ground, covered his chest with his hands, and died.
Alas.
The autopsy report of the forensic doctor soon went viral in Changyi Street.
It is rumored that the pig killer died because his heart was dug out and finally hung on the iron hook for hanging the pork.
I was the fourth person to take over Guipu. When I took over Guipu, someone advised me and someone frightened me. I ignored them, because at that time, I was still a firm materialist and I firmly believed that there can be no ghosts in this world. And I have now transformed into an idealist.
In the dead of night, thinking of the female ghost with corpses all over her body, a shuddering feeling came to life.
"The first person who rented this shop was strangled to death by long hair, the second person who rented this shop was skinned, and the third person who rented this shop was dug out of his heart. I It's the fourth person to rent this shop, and I don't know what kind of death I got."
"Go go, stop thinking about it, I remember my grandfather said to me before that our ancestors accumulated a lot of yin virtues, and I can live at least a hundred years old."
"One hundred years old, this should refer to natural life expectancy. I don't know whether accidents are included?"
When I was in trouble and wanted to join Feifei, I never found a flash of red light on the black stele in the bronze mirror.
A red light flashed on the black stone tablet, and the door of the clinic was knocked lightly.
I was shocked when I heard the knock on the door, I turned over and got up.
"Who?" I put on my slippers, came to the door, boldly, and whispered to the outside.
Not many people come to my clinic during the day, let alone it's 11 o'clock in the evening.
"It's me, Po Qin! Doctor Tang, please open the door quickly. My grandson suddenly has a high fever. Could you please help me prepare some medicine."
Po Qin was selling tofu on Changyi Street. Hearing her voice, I relaxed and opened the door of the room.
I opened the door and two figures appeared in my sight. One of them was naturally the tofu seller Qin Po, and behind Qin Po was an elderly man who was about 60 years old. The old man was wearing a rare blue tunic suit. He squatted on the ground, his eyes staring at his feet blankly.
"Po Qin, he..."
Before I could finish speaking, Po Qin interrupted and said, "My grandson was fine during the day. He burst into tears just now. I touched his head and it was terribly hot!"
I glanced at the 60-year-old old man again, thinking that he should be a relative or friend of Po Qin.
"You can't despise a child with a high fever. Why don't you bring him here and let me see the symptoms?"
"Your place is too evil!"
"Then you can come in and sit down? I'll get the medicine box."
"We?" Hearing what I said, Po Qin looked behind her for a while, shook her head heavily and said, "Doctor Tang, I won't come in and sit down. Could you please hurry up."
Two minutes later, I passed the anti-fever medicine into Qin Po's hand. Po Qin took the medicine and gave money, and then ran away, but the sixty-year-old old man squatting on the ground did not follow Po Qin. After Po Qin walked away, under my watch, he slowly stood up.
When the old man stood up, he cast his eyes on the old man again. My brows frowned slightly, and I found that the old man's feet were not touching the ground, and were hanging in the air. In addition, the light of the street lamp is projected on me and the old man. There are elongated shadows beside me, while the old man’s side is
Nothing at all.
"Sorry, Ben... This clinic is closed." Thinking of the identity of the old man, I said to him.
"It's closed so early, don't you think I have no money to grab medicine?"
Before I could speak, the old man took out a gold-plated pocket watch from the jacket pocket of his clothes.
"This pocket watch is an antique from the Republic of China period. If you can cure my disease, it will be yours!"
Staring at the gold-plated pocket watch, I unexpectedly asked. "What's wrong with you?"
"Heart disease!" After the old man finished speaking, he turned into a gust of wind and drifted into the clinic.
Seeing the old man enter the house, I raised my hand and slapped myself.
"My name is Yang Zengcai. I was born in 21 of the Republic of China and died seven years ago."
"It's hard for your old man to live in his seventies." I stood aside, quite at a loss.
"I died of cancer and my body was buried in the slope of Guanshan in Huairen Village, Baitang Town, Yufeng County."
"Yufeng County is about sixty kilometers away from here. Your old man made a trip this time."
"Mengzu Shangyinde, when I was a child, my family was still rich, so I read and can write. When I was young, I taught in the village and was respected."
Yang Zengcai glanced at me and said, "I am alone and widowed. Fortunately, I taught and educates in front of me, and I am respected by others. After I died, the people in the village pooled money to bury me on the slope of Guanshan. The place was full of cypress trees and it was so dark , For the king, it's a good place."
"Your old man has something to do with it, not bad, good."
"Unfortunately, I am alone. Although the villagers pooled money to bury my corpse, no one took care of my lone grave. Today, my lone grave is not only covered with weeds, but also three cypress trees have grown. "
Seeing that I didn’t answer to speak, Yang Zengcai paused for a moment and then said, “It’s okay for weeds to grow on the lone grave, but the three cypress trees now have the size of a bowl. As the cypress grows, the root system of the cypress becomes more and more important. The cypress tree’s root system has penetrated the soil covering the solitary grave, and now it has touched my coffin.”
"If the three cypress trees on the solitary grave are left alone, the roots of the cypress trees will penetrate the coffin lid and pierce into my body. At that time, my vagina will definitely be damaged."
"I think I'm alone and widowed, because there is no posterity who talks about me all the time, and there is no posterity to hang green and burn money for me. My life in the underworld is already lonely and miserable enough. If the vagina is damaged again, it is estimated that in a few years, I It will be completely gone."
After taking a deep look at me, Yang Zengcai continued: "I really have nowhere to go, so I asked you for help. You are a doctor, and you can treat the illness. To solve my heart disease, you should be able to get it right."
Yang Zengcai's words made me feel a little confused. So when his voice fell, I scratched my head and asked, "How can I help you?"
"Go to my lone grave and help me cut three cypress trees. This is done, and the gold-plated pocket watch is yours."
"Just cut off three cypress trees?"
Seeing Yang Zengcai nodded, I smiled and said, "It's very simple!"
"This matter is not as simple as you think," Yang Zengcai smiled, and then said: "Next, please listen to me slowly."
(End of this chapter)