No. 7 coffin shop

Xiaohu is the king of children in Qingmu Lane, with a tiger head and a tiger brain.

At the deepest part of Qingmu Lane, there is a peach tree. The peach tree is thick and strong. Four or five adult men mustered all their strength to surround it. The elderly people all said that the peach tree must have become a spirit.

What Xiaohu has to do tonight is to pull a branch from that peach tree to strengthen his position as the "boss".

A gust of wind blew through the depths of the alley, and Xiaohu shivered involuntarily and swallowed.

The layout of Qingmu Lane is quite strange, there are no houses at the end of the alley, and there are only a few small benches near the peach trees for the elderly to enjoy the shade during the day.Xiaohu looked at the dark tree shadow and suddenly wanted to go home.

Xiaohu wanted to turn around, but he found that he couldn't move. He stared straight at the peach tree which could only be seen roughly in the dark, feeling terrified in his heart.Another gust of wind blew by, and Xiaohu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the scream of fear was blocked in his throat and he couldn't get out.He saw a white figure under the peach tree!

Suddenly a hand touched Xiaohu's shoulder, and Xiaohu finally cried out hysterically.

Tong Qi's expression froze when he was frightened by the children's screams, and he said sharply, "Don't cry!"

The crying stopped abruptly, Xiaohu turned around tremblingly, and said in a crying voice while turning: "Don't, don't eat me... woo..."

Same as Qi Fu forehead, what is this and what?He looked at Xiaohu who looked like a kitten in front of him and said softly, "I'm Uncle Qi, don't you know me? It's late now, and Xiaohu hasn't come home yet?"

Xiaohu's eyes were filled with tears. Seeing Tong Qi whom he knew was like meeting his own father. Seeing that he was sobbing and about to cry, Tong Qi hurriedly said, "Xiaohu? Your mother will beat you up later if you come back or not." oh."

These words were quite effective, Xiaohu called "Uncle Qi" in a low voice and ran back as if flying away. Tong Qi shook his head helplessly watching Xiaohu's leaving back, then turned and looked at the tree indifferently. peach.

Tong Qi seemed to be talking to himself, "You shouldn't have come out, he's still young."

A gust of wind blew by, but the peach tree was unmoved.

"Children are always vulnerable to evil. He will be sick for a few days when he goes back."

The branches of the peach tree swayed without wind, shaking impatiently.

Tong Qi smiled indifferently, "I have no choice, I always have to vent when I am shocked, but I don't know if he will dare to come here in the future."

The branch was quiet, but after a while it started to swing wildly again. I don't know whether it was the wind that drove the branch or the branch swelled up. In short, it was another gust of wind.

"You don't have a body." Tong Qi said calmly.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the tree stopped moving.Then very slowly retracted the messy branches, and the trunk actually tilted bit by bit.

There was a flash of surprise in Tong Qi's eyes, and then he shook his head helplessly, "We also have to abide by the rules, you should know. Sorry, I can't help you."

There was a whining sound, like something was crying.

Tong Qi lowered his eyelids so that people could not see his eyes clearly, "So, let's make a deal..."

The voice was very soft, but it was full of bewitching power, which made people unable to bear a feeling of longing.

Another gust of wind came, and a branch of the peach tree broke with a "creak", fell to the ground and disappeared.

Tong Qi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled imperceptibly.

It was already late when Tong Qi returned to the coffin shop, but even though it was late, he still saw a vague figure staying at the door of the coffin shop from a distance.

When he got closer, he saw a white-haired old man standing at the door of the coffin shop, as if he was waiting for Tong Qi to return.

It has been a month since Tong Qi's coffin was laid out, and he has a general understanding of Qingmu Lane.He also knew that old man. He was over 60 years old this year and lived alone in Qingmu Lane. He was a very kind old man.It is said that his son owns a company in the north of the city. The company is not big, but it is enough to become the talk of the people in Qingmu Lane after dinner.

The old man was very excited when he saw Tong Qi, and Tong Qi secretly opened the door of the coffin shop with a troublesome smile, "Grandpa Jing, what's the matter so late? Come in first."

Old Master Jing followed Tong Qi into the door restrainedly. The coffin shop had a large wooden counter just like an ancient inn, except that Tong Qi put incense candles, paper money and other grave-sweeping supplies in the place where other people put wine.

Tong Qi's coffin shop is quite large. Apart from the front shop, there are two rooms inside, one of which he converted into a bedroom and the other where he stacked coffins.So there was only a lonely coffin in the outer shop, and a black and white wreath was placed beside the coffin.

Tong Qi turned on the light, took a stool for Mr. Jing to sit down, and then asked with a smile, "Is there something important for Mr. Jing?"

Mr. Jing's expression was full of hesitation, and Tong Qi was not in a hurry, he just waited. Finally, Mr. Jing seemed to have made a great determination, and made a trembling gesture to kneel down, "Mr. Tong, please save my unworthy son." .”

Tong Qiyi sighed, calmly supported Mr. Jing, and said softly, "Grandpa Jing, what are you talking about? Is your son in any danger? You should go to the police."

Mr. Jing looked at Tong Qi almost beggingly, "Mr. Tong, no one can save my bastard except you, so please show kindness and save him..."

Tong Qi lowered his head slightly, and there was imperceptible alienation in his tone, "Grandpa Jing, what are you talking about? I am the one who runs the coffin shop..."

Mr. Jing's eyes were red, "I once heard from my father that there is a kind of person who can communicate with yin and yang..."

Tong Qi was silent for two or three seconds, and then smiled. If you look carefully, you can see the indifference in the deep part of the smile, "Grandpa Jing, I am a businessman."

Mr. Jing hurriedly said: "Mr. Tong, as long as you can save my son's life, money is not a problem."

Tong Qi shook his head and said softly, "I'm not short of money."

Mr. Jing trembled with his hands, then clenched his fists fiercely, "Mr. Tong, as long as you can save my unworthy son..."

Tong Qi put his finger next to his lips, Old Master Jing silenced the words with a wink, and Tong Qi said softly again: "Grandpa Jing, I run a coffin shop. Besides, the master of the ghost, if the number is not right, it will There was a big mess."

Mr. Jing looked at Tong Qi because he didn't know.

Tong Qi looked at the only coffin lying outside, and said, "Grandpa Jing, you are a sensible person...

The same family does not help people at will..."

Mr. Jing seemed to understand something, and smiled slowly, "I've lived for such a long time..."

Tong Qi looked at Mr. Jing's slightly cloudy eyes, and murmured, "So, let's make a deal..."

Mr. Jing nodded slowly, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't ask, Tong Qi smiled understandingly, "The trade fair will go on after your son's problem is resolved—you can rest assured."

That demeanor, as if the old man in front of him is not a dying person.

"Then," Tong Qi paused, "then the transaction will begin."

"Now you can tell me what trouble your son has gotten into."

Mr. Jing found out that something was wrong with his son a week ago.

The specific manifestation is that he found that his son was often in a daze, and sometimes he would talk to himself alone. Once Mr. Jing heard his son say, "Where is my head?"

Mr. Jing was taken aback, but his son returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and it was a photo album that made him make up his mind to find Tong Qi.

Most of the photos in the album belonged to his son. Mr. Jing would look through them sometimes, and when he found out that his son was abnormal, he suddenly found that the heads of those photos were blurred.

The photos are arranged according to the order of his son's growth. The first few photos when he was young are nothing, but the changes become more obvious as he goes on. In the last photo, the son's head has been integrated with the background, and his facial features are faint. , looks like it has no head from a distance.

In an instant, Mr. Jing remembered what his son said.

— Where is my head?