Maoshan Ghostbusters

Hearing the fool's explanation about the branches, Zhuang Mengdie's heart sank suddenly. At this moment, she suddenly thought of the child who had died under the wheel, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Hey, what did you mean just now? What did you see on the night of the Ghost Festival last year?"

Zhuang Mengdie didn't care about the dirty and smelly, but grabbed the fool and shook it.

The fool smirked as usual, "Don't worry, I'll dig out something like that first, I believe you will be interested."

"What the **** is it? Dig now."

The fool nodded, put his hands in the soil, and dig desperately. When he dug half a meter deep in one breath, he stopped suddenly and looked back at Zhuang Mengdie.

"I dug it."

Zhuang Mengdie turned on the flashlight and shone it into the pit, and found that there was something yellow that looked like a plastic sheet in the pit. The thing was only exposed a little, most of it was still buried in the soil.

"What is this?"

"This is something that every family has, don't you actually know it?"

The fool finished speaking, grabbed the thing, and dragged it out of the pit.

Because the light of the street lamp was very dim, Zhuang Mengdie still couldn't judge what it was.

The fool laughed, grabbed one end of the thing, and pressed some bracket at the bottom, he heard a bang, and the yellow thing suddenly opened up.

"Huh? It turned out to be an umbrella?"

Seeing this yellow umbrella, Zhuang Mengdie suddenly felt familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. But when I was anxious, I couldn't remember.

The fool gave the umbrella to Zhuang Mengdie, "Here it is."

Zhuang Mengdie flashed a flashlight and checked the umbrella carefully, and found that the umbrella was very small, and the four small characters of Xiangyang Primary School were printed on the umbrella.

Obviously, this is an umbrella for children. I don’t know when, in order to prevent children from having traffic accidents, and to give warning signals to drivers on the road, primary school students wear little yellow hats when going out, and wear little yellow raincoats with little yellow umbrellas on rainy days. This umbrella is probably the belongings of some elementary school student. And this child is studying at Xiangyang Primary School.

Xiangyang Elementary School is obviously a school in the city. How could an umbrella used by a primary school student in the city appear in this village? This umbrella is 100% not something in this village, and the children in the village will never wear yellow things to go out, because there are not so many cars in the village, and the children in the village will not be so particular about it.

So, how did this umbrella come to this village?

Zhuang Mengdie turned the torch on and looked at the umbrella several times, and suddenly understood.

what? This umbrella is not a kid’s umbrella, right? This must be the case. The driver who caused the accident moved the child's body to the car. He took it away with him at the time. Not only the body but also the umbrella was brought back by the driver from the murder scene.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Mengdie immediately felt a buzzing in her head. She grabbed the fool again and said sternly, "Who gave you this umbrella?"

"I picked it up."

The smile on the fool's face made her spine chill.

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Just from—"

Before the idiot had finished speaking, he heard a slap, a wooden stick with the thickness of a wrist dropped from the sky and landed precisely on the idiot's thigh. The idiot had a pain, and immediately opened his throat and shouted.

"Mom, don't hit me, I was wrong, I will go home immediately."

Zhuang Mengdie turned his head and saw the old woman he had seen before standing behind him with an angry face.

"You little bunny, I told you to go home and stay there. You didn't listen, and came out to run around. Is there anything worth running around outside? It's midnight, why are you running?"

When the old woman finished speaking, she raised the stick and went to hit.

"Mom, don't hit me anymore. The cat scratched me just now, and now you hit me again, do you still make people live?"

"You bastard, let the cat scratch you to death, watch you run around, walk, and go home with me!"

When the old woman finished speaking, she took the fool's ear and left.

Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly stepped forward and stopped, "Hey, mother-in-law, don't leave yet, I still have something to ask him."

The old woman's face sank, and she sternly said, "Ask what? Just ask, I don't have time to answer your boring questions."

Zhuang Mengdie hurriedly walked to the idiot and asked with a small yellow umbrella, "Say, where did you find this umbrella?"

Before the fool opened his mouth, the old woman's stick rained down on him.

"You don't grow up, you go to the garbage dump every day to plan things. Look, what are you picking up? Is that thing missing in our family? Why are you picking it up?"

"Mom, don't fight. It hurts, I won't dare again next time."

"You leave me, stop talking nonsense."

After the old woman finished speaking, she carried the fool and wanted to leave.

Zhuang Mengdie stepped forward again to stop them.

"Sorry, mother-in-law, don't leave. The umbrella your son showed me just now is an important evidence of the traffic accident on Ghost Festival last year. He can't leave. He must tell where the umbrella comes from. ."

The old woman snorted with her yellow teeth and laughed, "Girl, my son is a fool. He only has the IQ of a three-year-old. How can it be possible if you ask him to clarify the problem? He is still in the village. I still don't recognize it. He always confuses the village chief with Wu blind. Just like him, it's no use asking what you ask."

Zhuang Mengdie shook his head, "Mother-in-law, you don't know your son. I don't think he is stupid at all. You always think of him as a fool."

The old woman sneered, "Girl, I've lived more than fifty years old. You are the first person to say that my son is not stupid. Didn't you like my son?"

Zhuang Mengdie smiled, "That's not the case. However, I don't think he is stupid, and he must know something about the car accident last year."

The old woman snorted coldly, "Really? Since you think he is not stupid, just ask yourself."

Zhuang Mengdie took the small yellow umbrella, walked to the fool, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I ask you, where did you get this umbrella?"

"That one--"

The idiot was about to speak, and the old woman coughed and coughed twice. The idiot immediately became distracted and opened his throat and shouted.

"Mom, the kitten bit me, and it scratched me, hit this kitten."

The old woman laughed, "Girl, you have seen it all. My son's IQ is like this. His thinking can't be concentrated at one point. It is often you who ask questions, and he talks about things, and I talk to him. Thirty years have passed. Thirty years, if I raise pigs, how many crops I have to sell and how much money I have to make? Raising this son is a loss-making business."

Zhuang Mengdie smiled bitterly, "Mother-in-law, he just wanted to tell the truth, but was interrupted by you abruptly. He is not stupid at all. Why don't you let him speak?"