Zhang Xuan's Supernatural Notes

This story happened when I was just a freshman in high school, and that time happened to be the Ghost Festival, so it contributed to my strange encounter.

At that time, I was still relatively young, with shallow knowledge and weak magic power. In addition to my age, when I took notes, there may be some discrepancies from the facts.

Although I have learned to catch ghosts since I was a child, I don’t really believe in the absurdity of ghosts possessing people in this world. However, because I can’t use science to explain my experience, or I subconsciously believe in the existence of cause and effect in heaven, so in the end I I still chose this title, I believe readers are more interested in legends than the truth.

Readers who are familiar with me know that I am considered a half-orphan, and my living expenses and tuition fees from childhood to adulthood are all earned by relying on the little spells I learned in my childhood.

The high school I entered had a mediocre response among many schools. I chose it because it was close to home, had a scholarship system, and was not strictly regulated.

At that time, the Internet was not as developed as it is now, let alone a website for publicity, so my way of publicity was to put small posters on nearby telephone poles, or ask my employer to help introduce.

Relying on this kind of publicity, my source of customers is quite rich. For a child, it is considered a well-off level. The only trouble is that many new customers look cheated when they see me for the first time.

Of course, if I were the client, I would be upset if I was looking forward to calling someone to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, only to find out that it was a half-grown child.

Fortunately, with my many years of experience in dealing with people, wit and popularity, things will be settled smoothly in most cases, but that time, it may be the time of Zhongyuan Purdue, when everything is unfavorable, it is only then that I encounter this bizarre event.

The case I was entrusted with was very simple. It was to help a little sister who was suspected to have lost her soul to summon her soul.

Calling souls is my strong point. In the middle of the night, I chased her soul and ran all the way down, and ran into a small bar that didn't seem very authentic.

The soul yelled smoothly, I used a red thread to lead the soul, tied it to her avatar, and carefully put it in my pocket and patted it. When I was about to leave, things went wrong.

A lot of plainclothes police officers suddenly rushed in from the bar, and when they came in, they shouted that they should not move, did a random inspection, and so on.

If it were me now, I would not have noticed this situation at all, but at that time I was too young to stand there and dare not move, but at least I was not so stupid that I temporarily tied the little paper man wrapped with red thread to In terms of hair, fortunately, my hair was relatively long at the time, and it was not noticeable when I tied it up.

Unfortunately, the police found Yaojiu in my rolled-up trousers.

It may have been dropped by those delinquent drug addicts when they were besieged. It happened that I was only paying attention to the paper hiders and didn't notice the pills in the trousers, so I was taken away by the police uncle together with those delinquents. police station.

Those people are habitual offenders, and they were given a good meal after they went in, and I was regarded as their little partner because I was underage, and there was drug nine as physical evidence, so no matter how I explain it, the police in charge of interrogating me They couldn't listen to it at all, and asked me to report my name, home address and school name.

The policeman's age is not known yet, but he has a baby face, looks quite young, and is a little handsome.

In this case, although he was a bit of a bully, it was not too difficult for me, so for the convenience of everyone's memory, I will call him Ashuai in the description later.

In the next two hours, I had a tug-of-war with Ashuai. Since it has nothing to do with the main line of the case, I won't describe it in detail here.

The content of the conversation is roughly that I am an orphan, which means that there is not enough tutoring; that I sneak out to go to the bar in the middle of the night, I must be a bad person; , otherwise I really don't know where to go to summon the soul.

Two hours later, those delinquent teenagers were taken away by their families one after another, and I was the only one left in the bustling police station, because Ashuai didn't call the people from the orphanage to pick me up, saying that he couldn't cause trouble for them in the middle of the night, And I still need to wait for the urine test results, if I am really innocent, I will be released tomorrow morning.

At that time, I really wanted to ask, if I was innocent, wouldn't I have been imprisoned for nothing this night?

But after thinking about it, I didn’t refute it—he thinks I’m black anyway, so let’s be black, because I can’t explain why a child like me goes to a bar in the middle of the night. will be sent directly to a mental hospital.

Although I was still young at that time, I understood a truth in the contact with various customers-some things, if the other party believes, he will believe no matter what you say; on the contrary, even if you put the truth on them Right now, he wouldn't believe it either.

So I gave up the time to talk about it. It's just a few hours. It's fine to stay in the detention center for one night. You have to know how expensive it is to take a taxi late at night.

In this way, I was taken to the detention room.

This is the first time in my life that I have been in this kind of place, and it is unexpectedly clean——I mean, on the great day of the Ghost Festival, there is nothing dirty in the police station, it seems that ghosts are afraid The statement about the wicked is correct.

The detention room was dark, and there seemed to be no one in it. Ah Shuai opened the door and pushed me in. Before leaving, he left a sentence to make me reflect. I leaned on the iron fence and watched him go away. I really wanted to say Now I am only worried about whether the employer will deduct my money if the calling of the soul is delayed.

Ah Shuai walked away, I turned my head, and was about to observe the structure of the detention room, but I saw a pair of big eyeballs first, I hate Piao Piao's way of showing up without saying hello, I instinctively punched He swung it across and hit him in the eye.

There was a cry of pain, and the man squatted on the ground covering his eyes. Only then did I realize that he was not a good brother, but a human being—the detention room was too dark, and I didn’t see anyone else here. A man with big arms and round waist, with a fierce face.

Oops, wrong type.

He ignored me, but climbed to the front, grabbed the fence and rushed outside, shouting: "Officer, officer, I want to surrender! I killed someone!"

The police had left long ago and ignored him at all. He yelled twice, but when he found that there was no response, he turned his head and looked at me coldly.

It was a pair of eyes full of beast-like violence. Looking at his big man again, I hurriedly covered my eyes and squatted down, questioning him again.

"Ouch! It hurts! Why did you hit me?"

He mumbled a very rural dialect, which I didn't understand, and pointed at him and called, "Don't hit me again, I'm underage, hit me! Your crime will be doubled!"

He stood up and said a few more words to me. This time, relying on my early experience traveling with Master, I barely understood what he was speaking in Chaoshan dialect. He was explaining that he didn't hit me.

I also spoke back to him in Chaoshan dialect, which I thought was pretty good.

"I didn't beat you either, you see I was beaten too, is there anyone else here?"

"No, it's just the two of us."

"It's not you or me. Could it be a ghost? Ah, it's Zhongyuan now, maybe a hundred ghosts come here for a visit."

He didn't speak, just stared at me blankly.

When he stood up straight, he looked even bigger. With my height at the time, I had to look up at him.

There was a deep scar on the man's left cheek, and one corner of his mouth was slightly turned up. In modern popular terms, this kind of expression also depends on the face - when a handsome person makes it, it is called evil charm, and this If a cellmate does this, I think it is completely possible to label him a criminal on his face.

It's terrible to be locked up in such a terrible place by accident.

I stepped back cautiously and surveyed my surroundings.

The detention room is very small, just the two of us, there are no windows and vents, the air is humid, and the light is dark, which makes the atmosphere here very depressing and hinders my sensing ability, so I can't be sure if it is dirty or not thing.

In order not to scare away the soul that was so hard-won, I tied the red rope tighter, and covered it with extra hair. I was busy, when the big man suddenly came up to me again, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" Which is scarier, ghosts or humans?"

I think his Chaoshan dialect is very non-standard, so I need to listen and guess to understand what he wants to express.

"It's all scary, hehe..."

Look at those cloudy eyes, in fact, I really want to say that you are the scariest now.

He turned his head away, looked outside the detention room, and muttered, "I want to go out."

"Well, no one wants to come in if they can."

"Do you know how I got locked in?"

"I just want to sleep right now."

I yawned and started looking for a place to sleep.

I have to go to class during the day, so I can only earn a little extra money at night, but I was arrested and taken to the police station. Alas, in order to live a good life, I also worked hard.

There are beds on the corner of the wall, one on each side, I chose one of them, walked over to lie down, but the uncle still refused to let go, followed, and laughed in a low voice: "Actually, I am a pimp, and I was accidentally caught by the pimp." Catch it and come in."

This time he spoke in a strange tone, not Chaoshan dialect, and of course not Mandarin, but the pronunciation was very peculiar.

I listened with my ears up, barely understood, but forgive me for being too young and innocent at the time, I understood it, but I didn’t understand the meaning, so I asked curiously: “Is it cowhide or sheepskin, do you make money?”

He smiled, showing yellow teeth.

"That depends on whether the goods are on time. I have also introduced you to this kind of one. It is very profitable. If..."

I lifted my foot and kicked him out.

Although I don't understand what he means, I can hear that it is not a good word.

And his eyes were wrong, I can’t say what’s the problem, it’s just uncomfortable, maybe it’s too cloudy here, which caused his low luck, anyway, the feeling he gave me at that time was——he will stay in prison for a long, long time.

Since there is no money to be made, I don't want to keep in touch with people with low luck.

He was unprepared, and was kicked on his back by me, but he didn't get angry, and got up again and laughed.

Under the dim light, his face was wrinkled because of laughing. At first glance, he looked like he was in his 40s, but judging from his complexion and spirit, he felt that he was even older.

What's worse is that for a moment, I couldn't see his face clearly. His face seemed to be blurred by something. I thought it was something wrong with my eyes, so I rubbed my eyes hard. When I looked over again, I found that he had recovered. It's normal -- it's still the same face that has been labeled as a crime.

"Little devil," he continued in a strange tone, "Actually, I killed a lot of people, and I told those cops several times, but no one paid any attention to me."

"Oh……"

"Believe me, I really killed someone, I want to surrender, but no one believes it, please help me, I know you can see..."

He spoke incoherently, which made me even more sleepy-the only person in this world who kills someone and refuses to confess, and I have never come to confess by myself. I yawned and muttered casually, "As long as you don't kill me, that's fine." gone."

"But I want to surrender myself. I don't want to live with those people...ah no, live with those ghosts..."

His accent changed again, and he grabbed my arm like a drowning man grabbing straw and shook him vigorously, so I had to squint my eyes to look at him reluctantly.

He looked left and right tremblingly, as if there were many good brothers around us, but according to my observation, there was no one around us—of course, no matter what I say, I am an authentic descendant of a heavenly master, unless that Ghosts have eyes but no pearls, otherwise they wouldn't come within five steps of me.

Although there was fear in the man's eyes, but those eyes were too cloudy, so I couldn't be sure of his current condition, so I came to the conclusion that he was out of his mind and insane.

"It's getting late, wash up and sleep."

After I finished my perfunctory words, I turned over and continued to sleep.

He quarreled next to my bed for a long time, seeing that I ignored him, he had no choice but to go back to his own bed, still muttering non-stop.

After listening to it for a while, I felt that it was close to Sichuan dialect, which my master taught me when I was a child, but he spoke it very quickly, so I couldn't understand it. In short, it should be some curse words.

I didn't sleep very, very well that night. I've never suffered from insomnia. That should be the only time in my memory that I was so irritable that I wanted to punch someone because I couldn't sleep.

Have you all played mahjong?Please imagine a situation where a few guys who are not good at gambling but like to yell are playing mahjong together. However, these people have different accents, and there are all kinds of accents from all over the world.

If I wasn't too lazy, I would definitely get up and beat someone up. Thinking about it afterwards, I didn't want to move. Maybe it was because the captured soul was on my head, so I spent the whole night in the noise.

Finally, it was early in the morning, and the surroundings finally calmed down. I was trying to catch up on sleep. The annoying policeman came to me and said that my guardian was here to collect me, and my urine test passed. I am sure there is no problem. One word and go.

I got up in a daze and followed the police to leave. The man also got up, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at us. I'm the one making noise all night.

At that time, I didn't know if I had a convulsion, so I pointed to Ashuai and asked him.

"Didn't you say you were going to surrender? Now the police are here."

Hearing my words, the big man shuddered all over, rolled his eyes dullly, looked at me viciously, and said a few curse words.

After staying with him all night, I can hear these two sentences most clearly, because this is the local dialect, and some bad students in our school like to speak this dialect when they swear.

"Children don't learn well, and they made bad friends overnight." A Shuai patted the back of my head and took me out of the detention room.

What are you kidding?How can it be possible for a reserve army of the top ten outstanding youths like me to make friends with criminals?

I think Ah Shuai's eyesight for seeing people needs to be improved. Besides, even if I really make friends with criminals, the people who caused this situation are their policemen, okay?

Out of curiosity, I followed him to the office and asked, "What did the old man do wrong? Will he be locked up for a long time?"

"Cough!" Ah Shuai choked on his saliva, and squinted at me, "In the eyes of you kids, forty is called old man, what about me?"

"Uncle."

Afterwards, I regretted my nonsense, because this title hurt Ashuai's fragile heart. Not only did he not answer my questions, he also scolded me, saying that if he saw me again at the police station, he would definitely fix me.

I followed my guardian and left the police station in such a dejected way. On the way, I found an excuse to go to the doctor and asked her to help me take half a day off from school, and then ignored her dissuasion and jumped on the passing bus.

I came to the employer's house by car, put the summoned soul back smoothly, and made an appointment with him to remit the rest of the remuneration into my account after he confirmed that my daughter was fine, and then left in a hurry——I can't miss my courses Too much, and if the grades are too bad and you need to make up the exam, you will have to pay for it.

Alas, as a poor student, living in this world where everything depends on money is also very helpless.

Thanks to the guardian's help, the school didn't know that I was invited to drink tea by the police uncle. Two days later, the employer who invited me to summon my soul also remitted the balance to my account.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, I went to the bank to swipe my card. Seeing that I had a lot of money in my small coffers, I happily went to the school cafeteria and decided to reward myself for lunch and choose two delicious dishes to eat.

I ordered food, took a tray and found an empty seat and sat down. I had just eaten two bites when my eyes went dark, and a huge object stood in front of the dining table, blocking the light in front of me.At that time, I was concentrating on struggling with the sweet and sour pork ribs in my hand. It took me a long time to notice that the surroundings were too quiet. The classmates stopped talking and laughing. Some people whispered my name and pointed forward with their hands, motioning for me to look at it. .

I put down the ribs, looked up, and saw a tall and thick man standing opposite, with a fierce appearance, he was the cellmate who stayed with me that night.

The man changed his clothes, but his appearance and body remained the same, he still looked strong but lacking in energy, his complexion was close to that of a gambler who lost his family property and would commit suicide at any time, his eyes were fixed, dull and Full of anxiety, I started to believe he had killed someone.

But that's not the point, the point is that his luck couldn't be lower!

Damn, this kind of person is standing in my west seat, making it clear that he wants to block all my fortune, whether it is unbearable or not, I hurriedly took the dinner plate, turned around and sat on the seat next to me.

Unexpectedly, he followed suit and walked around the dining table to stand in front of me. I just bit a bone, saw his position, and spit it out anxiously, pointing at him and shouting: "Stand there! Don't move! Don't go any further!"

If he dares to stand in my position to block money, even if he is human, I will kill him without hesitation!

He was too scared to move by my yelling, his cloudy eyes rolled, and he said in a strong dialect: "Henry Zhang, help me."

I pick my ears.

"Uncle, have you changed from Shandong?"

He spoke Shandong dialect, which made me sincerely thank Master for his influence on me in the early years, otherwise I really wouldn't know what he was talking about.

He ignored my teasing, clapped his hands on the table, and said in a rough voice: "They let me out, but I can't come out, I'm guilty, I want to go in!"

"You can tell the police uncle about this. If you tell me, I can't help you."

In fact, I still want to say that I don't even know who you are, so why should I help?But the ribs in front of me are too delicious, I just gnaw on the bones and don't bother to pay attention to him.

"You can help me, I know you are psychic, you can see those people, you can help me, I am driven crazy by them, I don't want to die, so I want to go to prison, do you understand! "

I don’t understand, and I don’t understand the logical relationship between not wanting to die and following up in prison, looking around men and asking, “Are the “they” you mentioned are there?”

"Yes, in my head."

He pointed to his own head, but the sun was shining on him, and the yang energy around him couldn't be more abundant. A good friend can't be relied on at all, let alone possessed, so I conclude that his current state is more inclined to schizophrenia .

"Uncle, let's go, this is the school, if you continue to make trouble, the guards will be called in."

"You promise to help me, and I'll go."

"How can I help you? Do you want me to tell the police—ah, this uncle wants to go to prison, can you let him in?"

"Help me find the body. If you find the body, you can prove that I killed someone, and I can go to jail!"

I rolled my eyes and really wanted to ask—why did I go to rob a tomb for someone I didn’t know? How do I know if you’re crazy and talking nonsense here.

"I'm just an ordinary student, very busy with homework..."

I was interrupted in the middle of my words, and his two thick palms slammed on the table again.

I watched the shrimps on the plate jump up one by one, the students around me were also startled, and they all hid aside, and some people ran out quietly, wondering if they called the guards.

"I killed people! Killed people! Henry Zhang! I killed people! I want to be punished! Can you help? If you don't help, I will kill again! You killed those people!"

This time, I can no longer recognize the dialect he speaks from, because my thinking has been seriously confused by his logic—let alone whether he killed or not, even if he killed someone, it has nothing to do with me. People should go to a mental hospital, not a prison, right?

Fortunately, his dialect is too heavy for the students to understand, but if he continues to go crazy, the result will be very bad, so I didn't care about eating lunch, I didn't even wipe my hands, just jumped over and stood on tiptoe shut his mouth.

"Shut up, do you want to be arrested?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to be arrested, but the police ignored me."

His eyes were wide open, the pupils were so gray that he couldn't focus - if I were a policeman, I wouldn't pay attention to him when I met such a person.

At this moment, the guard followed the students and ran in from the outside.

In order not to affect my reputation by this weird person, I made up a lie that he is a staff member of the orphanage. I don’t care whether you believe it or not. After I finished speaking, I dragged him out of the cafeteria, and then ran out of the campus in one breath , and stopped until there was no one around.

"I said what do you want?" I asked angrily.

It’s easy for me to have a big meal. In order to save money to pay for tuition, I’m usually reluctant to eat pork ribs and shrimp. Today, I finally had a meal with meat, and I was disturbed by this person. When I think about it, I get angry.

"you help me……"

His voice changed again, his eyebrows were lowered, his back was arched, like an elderly grandpa, looking at me with a respectful and humble smile.

His personality transformation is too weird, coupled with his constantly changing dialect channels, it is really hard to describe what it is like to say that this is not a ghost, but if it is a ghost, why can't I see ghosts?

Is this ghost's magic power too strong?Or is my mana too low?

No, I definitely don't admit it's the latter, so I rolled up my sleeves at him and made a statement in advance.

"Don't think I'll be afraid of pretending to be a ghost. Ghosts are the last thing I'm afraid of in my life."

"I know, that's why I said please help me."

"Do you have money? Let's talk about the problem after you have money."

"Yes, yes, I have seen your small advertisement, how about giving you [-]?"

I glanced sideways at him, wondering if he could really come up with that much money.

He immediately took out a stack of bills from his pocket, and looked at the thickness, it was probably more than 1.

"You follow me to find the body, and when you find it, it's yours."

If there are really [-], it would be a lie to say that you are not tempted.

Although I often accept business, in the eyes of adults, I am still a child, so in order to attract customers, my price is kept very low, plus a [-]% discount, and a lot of expenses required in the process, I really In fact, there is not much left when you get it.

But for the sake of caution, I still reminded: "I still have to go to class, I won't go if it's too far away."

"It's in the suburbs, and it's easy to find. If you find the body and call the police, the police will accept it, right?"

To be honest, I don't quite understand this person's thoughts and purpose, and I even doubt the authenticity of his words, but now it's time to catch ducks on the shelves. If I don't go, he will make me so noisy that I can't attend the afternoon class, so I can only Let's take a trip, at worst, ask classmates to help me take notes.

I called my guardian and used the excuse of diarrhea to say that I was going to the hospital to see a doctor, and asked her to explain to the teacher, and then hung up the phone without waiting for her to ask more questions—this kind of temporary situation has happened many times since she was in charge of me. She handles everything with ease, so it should be fine.

After making contact, I followed the man on the bus to the suburbs.

On the way, I asked his name, but he smiled and didn’t say anything, and asked about his residence and friends, but he hesitated, and finally I had no choice but to ask straight to the point: “Then how do you know my name? What school do I go to?"

He looked at me with a weird smile on his face.

"There is nothing in this world that we don't know."

we?

I'm a little confused.

As the bus drove, the sunlight cast shadows on his face, and I suddenly noticed that his eyeballs were a bit strange.

The greatest aura of a person comes from the eyes, and there is no life in the eyes of this person. You have seen fish eyes when eating fish. At this moment, he is a dead fish eye, which is an omen of imminent death.

But the strange thing is, judging by his face, he should live for a long time. Could it be that he is really a ghost?Leaving for a while last time made this person's brain schizophrenic, so he voluntarily surrendered?

If so, that would explain why I don't see a ghost possessing him now.

It’s interesting to use the human body as a bus to get up and down, back up and down, or everyone takes turns to get on, but I don’t know how long he can last if he is tossed like this.

But one thing is certain, his luck is extremely sad now. In order not to be dragged down, I sat far away from him, and saw his heels bounce off the ground from time to time with the bumps of the bus. I feel more problematic.

It's unlucky, no wonder the master used to say that the soul is disturbed in the middle of July, and it's best not to go out at night if there's nothing to do. If I didn't go out to help people call their souls in the middle of the night to make a little money that night, I wouldn't be entangled by such a strange guy.

When we arrived in the suburbs, the man got out of the car first, and I followed behind. When he saw his heels hit the ground, he turned his head to look around, with a dazed expression, and then looked at me warily. The look in his eyes reminded me of a trapped animal. This idiom.

There was despair, unwillingness, and the viciousness of a beast in those eyes. I trembled a bit, remembering the way he looked at me when I came out of the detention room that morning.

Although vicious, but that is the anger a living person should have.

He seems to have changed his personality again. I can't tell which one is the real him. I was hesitating whether to continue to follow him. His head suddenly dropped, and he took two steps forward. When he looked back at me, there was anger in his eyes. Disappeared, speaking in Chaoshan dialect, he said dumbly: "Follow me, it's not far ahead."

He dragged his legs forward, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, making irregular rustling sounds, and his heels lifted off the ground from time to time, about two or three centimeters high.

It is difficult to determine if there is something wrong with this level of movement. I touched the red string and Taoist talisman in my pocket, and wanted to throw it directly to try, but in this way, I may not be able to find a place to bury the body. up.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I finally decided to take one step at a time. 10 yuan is not a small amount. If I was hit by a Taoist talisman, I would cry to death.

It was a rather desolate area in the outskirts, and there were a lot of ashes piled up along the way.

Now it happens to be Zhongyuan, probably burned by nearby residents. Don’t ask me how I can tell that it is paper money ashes. The knowledge about this aspect is relatively profound. I have mentioned those special terms, so everyone may not understand them, so I will summarize them in a nutshell. Tell me about my experience.

The more I walked, the more desolate it became. Just when I couldn't help but want to ask, he suddenly pointed to the front and said that there was a dry well there, and the body was buried beside the well.

He quickened his pace, lamenting that I was not as tall or as strong as him, so he could only trot along behind, seeing that we were almost there, a man walked towards him, and stopped when he saw him.

"Dayong, you are here too."

The man was in his 30s, with an ordinary appearance, even a little wretched. He seemed to know the big man, he came up to greet him familiarly, and then looked at me with a weird smile on his face.

"Find a good product? Who are you going to introduce this time?"

The big man didn't speak, but the man lowered his voice and asked, "Are you looking for this? It's strange, didn't he say he kept it at home? But he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked."

I couldn't understand what he was talking about, but I understood his hand gestures for money, and I also knew the big man's name by the way.

His friend didn't look like a good person, so I was about to avoid him, but the man came up to me and asked with a smile: "Little brother, are you still a student? Have you ever done it? I know a lot of big people, I can give you Introduce a good price."

This person's IQ should not be high, because his speech logic is very confusing, I can't understand at all, and his behavior is as wretched as his appearance, and he stretched out his hand to pinch my face.

I was thinking whether to hit him directly or play dirty, when I heard him yell, covering his head with his hands and trembling all over, and then I saw blood dripping from his forehead.

Dayong stood behind him, took a stone in his hand, grabbed him with a grim face, raised the stone and threw it at his head.

The stone was not big, but it was fatal even if it was hit. The man had no strength to escape and fell to the ground, screaming for help while crying for help.

I was stunned by the side, not knowing what to do.

Please forgive me for not acting like a hero at that time, because I am a student who has just turned 16 years old. I have no problem with hunting ghosts and expelling demons, but I am not very experienced in beating people, let alone I don’t know Dayong at all. Why are you hitting him all of a sudden.

"If you have something to say, even if you want to go to prison, you don't have to play it so directly?"

When Dayong made his fourth hit, I finally came back to my senses and rushed up to stop him.

It was really difficult to stop a strong man with my small body at that time, but fortunately Dayong was obedient, he threw away the stone and punched and kicked the man instead.

I couldn't stop him, so I had to call the police. There were no public phones around, so I used my own mobile phone. I didn't realize the consequences of doing so until I got connected. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret.

In the following three hours, I went through a series of processes such as police rescue, extraction of evidence, and interrogation of the case. Unfortunately, I met the policeman who interrogated me last time, that is, A Shuai. After reading the transcript, he asked I.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, have you learned how to fight in groups?"

"No, I was passing by to make soy sauce. When I saw someone fighting, I called the police."

"You don't study hard at school, and go to the suburbs to make soy sauce?"

"I went to the hospital to see a doctor and reported it to Aunt Wang."

Aunt Wang is my guardian. A Shuai listened to my words and called her to confirm.

She confirmed my statement, but Ah Shuai was still relentless, put down the phone, and asked me, "The hospital is in the city, why are you going to the suburbs? You don't look sick, are you skipping class?"

Because the situation to be explained is too complicated, and even if I explain it, I may not be able to understand it with Ah Shuai's IQ, so I had no choice but to admit the crime of skipping class.

Fortunately, the person who was beaten was not seriously injured. He insisted that it was a misunderstanding between friends and he didn't plan to pursue it, so Dayong was only temporarily detained, and I didn't get into any serious trouble.

So during the whole interrogation, except for Dayong's constant yelling that he killed someone, everything went smoothly. The policemen were probably used to his nonsense and ignored him.

When I was told to leave, Ah Shuai reminded me that the man with some mental problems is called Wang Dayong, and he and his friends are all hooligans. It's over, he doesn't want to see me in the police station again, if there is another time, he will definitely contact my school.

When I left the police station, I felt what it was like to be depressed.

First of all, I swear that there is no orphan in this world who knows how to cleanse himself and love himself better than me, and strives to make money; secondly, why did I call the police for doing good deeds today, but in the end it turned out to be a negative example; finally, it was not me Looking for Wang Dayong, it was Wang Dayong who was looking for me. I only just learned his full name.

However, as long as you encounter bad luck in July and a half, basically you don't have to try to explain it clearly, you can only wait for the gate of hell to be closed, and the bad luck will slowly go away by itself.

It's a pity that I underestimated the strength of the bad luck in July. I was taught a lesson by Aunt Wang that night. In order to catch up with the homework that was left in the afternoon, I even missed dinner. I took a shower hungry , When I climbed into bed and was about to go to bed, a shadow like a prawn floated in front of my bed.

Watching Piao Piao in July is as normal as watching the news every day. I didn’t take it seriously and closed my eyes to sleep, but the shadow kept floating there and kept mumbling.

"I killed someone, you dig up the body, and those who give you money will give you money."

He muttered the same words for two or three hours until I fell asleep and was woken up again. What was even more frightening was that he used various dialects and slang words in turn, which made me experience again what I experienced in the detention room that night. pain of.

Finally I couldn't bear it anymore, sat up and roared in a low voice: "How rich is it? If you dare to disturb my sleep, even the God of Wealth will beat me up."