Immersive ghost hunting

Qu Yibai is also very embarrassed.

It was even more embarrassing to be pushed away by Ye Silong.

Ye Silong crossed his arms and looked at Qu Yibai, the heat on his face could probably boil a raw egg.

"Stinky rascal!" He stared at Qu Yibai, holding back his tears, and still kept cursing, "Old pervert, shameless, crazy!"

Qu Yibai felt quite embarrassed at first, but after he scolded him like this, and with those few words coming and going, those embarrassments were suddenly driven away, he retorted: "I have it, but you don't? "

"You, you, you, you, you - you still say! I'll kill you!" Ye Silong glanced at his penis, and almost wanted to cover his hands with his hands, but his rationality made him stop such behavior , he rushed forward with a red face, clenched his fist and wanted to hammer Qu Yibai's chest.

Qu Yibai stretched out his hand to grab his fist.

"Hammer the little boobs?" A voice exclaimed.

Ye Silong and Qu Yibo stopped all movements immediately, looked towards the source of the sound, and said solemnly in unison: "Who?!"

Tammy came out of the stone path with a sullen expression, "Well, I, I didn't see it on purpose. I found the owner of Unit 27, so I just wanted to hurry up and talk to you. Unexpectedly, me, don't hit me!"

Tammy covered her eyes, twisted her shoulders, and a hundred screaming chickens in her heart: "It's time to eat~~~~ They are really sweet!! I would have brought Tony with me if I knew it!"

Qu Yibai secretly glanced at Ye Silong, coughed a few times, "What's the owner's name?"

"Zhang Tian." Tammy replied.

Ye Silong asked suddenly: "Did you know the place of Five Buddhas before?"

"I have heard vaguely, but this film is not under our control, and you can't leave your post to wander here." Tammy replied politely.

"Oh." Ye Silong didn't make things difficult for him.

"Zhang Tian." Qu Yibo said two words slowly, and tapped his chin lightly with his index finger, "What's the painter's name?"

Tammy tried hard to suppress the smile on his face, and said as seriously as possible: "Zhang Di."

"Are they father and son?" Qu Yibo said.

"Correct."

"... Zhang Tian's second child is called Zhang Ye?" Ye Silong said.

"He is an only child. I heard that the Zhang family has been migrant workers for generations, but when it comes to the generation of painters, he no longer wants to farm the land, so he worked hard to become a painter."

Sounds pretty inspiring.

"Tanglou, when was it empty?" Qu Yibo asked.

"That building is already very old. In the past, several generations basically lived together. The address where the painter's grandfather died was still in the tenement building. About when the painter was 25 years old, their whole family moved out, and the tenement building also died. It was labeled as a dangerous building by the government." Tammy leaned against the wall and said.

"At the age of 25, with complete self-awareness, the painter may have seen the ghost on the umbrella when he was a child." Qu Yibo said.

"That means I can be sure that the person waiting in the corridor is the painter. Not only is the painter not afraid of ghosts, but he should also be on good terms with ghosts. Are ghosts his relatives?" Ye Silong asked.

"NONONO." Tammy waved his index finger arrogantly, "I checked the eighteen generations of his ancestors, and all the dead ones are reincarnated."

Ye Silong rolled his eyes and said, "Did you really check the [-]th generation? What did your ancestors do?"

Tammy is speechless: "..."

"Have you gone to look at the covered paintings in the painter's house?" Qu Yibai glanced at Ye Silong from the corner of his eye.

"I don't have a physical body, I can't open it, and there is always an unknown qi hidden nearby. I don't dare to approach it. It will be over when the ashes disappear." Tammy said sadly.

"Yeah." Qu Yibai nodded, "Where's the oil paper umbrella shop?"

"Not many, I went to see them all, and there is nothing unusual." Tammy said.

"It's just the tenement house, have you checked it?"

"That has now become a shop selling late-night snacks." Tammy said.

"Uh, there's no one there, isn't it waiting to close down?" Ye Slong blushed.

"That's not the case. It's quite lively at night. A lot of people go to eat."

Qu Yibai said: "Is the taste particularly good?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it." Tammy replied, and he couldn't eat it again. "The strange thing is that the flies don't fly over during the day, but at night, as long as the shop is open, many people go there for supper."

"It's almost done here, let's go to the painter's house now." Ye Silong said, "As for the history of the Pan family, Tammy will continue to follow up."

"By the way, let's go to the night snack shop." Qu Yibai added.

"Okay." Tammy nodded.

Qu Yibai and Ye Silong returned the same way, Ye Silong asked: "What do you think about the night snack shop?"

"In the early days of the Republic of China, there were many small workshops in Luzhou that specialized in making oiled paper umbrellas, because they were used in many places at that time, and most of them were family businesses, which were generally passed down from generation to generation and would not easily move away from their original address. If the children and grandchildren are unwilling to inherit, they will usually hire apprentices. It has only been a few decades, and there should still be people around, but they may not want to make umbrellas." Qu Yibo explained.

"Then their ancestors have to get up from the cemetery and strangle them to death." Ye Silong said seriously after making a joke: "In terms of business, it probably has something to do with umbrellas?"

"I think so too." Qu Yibai turned his face to him, his eyes sparkling.

Ye Silong quickly looked away, the heat started to rise again, he still hasn't forgotten Qu Yibai's hooligan behavior!

"Do you want to eat?" Ye Silong was really awkward.

"Well, let's try that nightclub." Qu Yibai looked happy.

"it is good."

The noisy human voice can be heard from a long distance, which is a huge contrast with the empty and quiet place in front of it.

It is very lively here. A small shop is the same as the one I saw in the ghost, but the decoration is much more magnificent. The line of small tables on the side of the road is almost endless. The chef is frying the rice noodles in full swing, and a few waiters come and go to pour tea and water for the guests.

Ye Silong took the lead and walked inside.

"There's no one sitting inside, go out to the small table outside!" A bearded man was sitting in front of the counter. He looked about 50 to [-] years old, with round cheeks, a fat nose, drooping eyes, and looked not very energetic.

People who open nightclubs these days don't sleep during the day?

"Why can't you sit inside?" Ye Silong said desperately. Although the inside is not big, it is more than enough for two tables.

"I don't like it." The bearded man was rather headstrong.

"What about paying the bill?" Ye Silong continued to ask.

"Are you here to eat, or to rob?" The bearded man waved his hands unhappily, "Go out and find a place."

It's strange, why does this bearded man look so unhappy when his family's business is so good?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

"What's with the umbrella?" Qu Yibai went straight to the point.

The bearded man raised his head suddenly, his lifeless eyes sparkled, "Who are you?"

"Two handsome guys." Ye Silong turned around, "We don't eat, and we don't let people sit inside."

The bearded man hurriedly opened the small door and came out, his attitude suddenly became solemn, and the deep wrinkles between his brows deepened.

"Hold on."

After finishing speaking, he summoned a buddy, "You stay here and watch, I have something to do."

The man was a young man, he glanced at Qu Yibai and Ye Silong, "Yes."

The bearded man looked at them, "Come in with me."

There is a simple cabin behind the shop, which looks like a temporary structure. There is a bed inside and a few clothes on the chair. It looks like someone has settled here for a long time.

"It's a bit shabby, don't mind the two of you." The bearded man fetched thick tea leaves and made two cups of boiling water for Ye Slong and Qu Yibai.

"You live here?" Qu Yibai took a sip from his teacup.

The bearded man looked worried, "You must want to say that the business is so good, and logically you should have some savings, so you shouldn't live in such a place."

Ye Silong didn't deny it either, and readily admitted: "Yes, since you know it yourself, what mission do you stay here for?"

The bearded man sighed deeply, "I dare not leave."

Qu Yibai and Ye Shuang agreed silently, waiting for his next words.

"I'm Li. Our family has inherited oil-paper umbrellas from our ancestors, and they are tailor-made for rich people. At that time, anyone in this area who didn't know the Li family would be laughed at. Maybe it was too much limelight. However, extremes will lead to retribution, and retribution will come. In my father's generation, a crisis began to appear."

He took a sip of tea, his lips trembling, "In the early days of the Republic of China, there was a murder case of the son of a high-ranking official that caused a sensation in the city. The son of a well-known diplomatic family was brutally murdered. It is said that his throat was cut many times. , his face was also scratched, his skin and flesh were turned out, and he was out of breath when he was discovered."

For some reason, when the bearded man said this, a bad premonition vaguely appeared in Ye Slong's heart, but this thought was fleeting, too fast to be grasped.

"At that time, we received a batch of orders from the Zhang family. Before the high-ranking official's son was killed, the young master of the Zhang family had married and sold an opera singer and came back. In this batch of orders, a large number of umbrellas were for this man. Huadan made it, but I never expected that the young master of the Zhang family actually participated in the murder and was one of the knife holders."

Ye Silong interrupted suddenly: "One of them? How many are there with the knife?"

The bearded man also couldn't remember clearly, "Five? Or six, forget."

"Go on."

The bearded man nodded, "The young master of the Zhang family was executed. How could the family let him go? Not long after his death, that Huadan followed him. After that, our family's business plummeted. No matter what we do , the business is still getting worse day by day, and even a single oil-paper umbrella can’t be sold every day, so my dad invited someone to do it, only to find out that it was our family’s oil-paper umbrella that Huadan died on the day he died. It’s gone, lingering on the oil-paper umbrella in our shop.”

"Later we made a deal, Huadan felt very sorry for us, and said that as long as our oil-paper umbrellas were never sold and we changed to other businesses, she would keep us rich for generations to come. At that time, we had nothing to do. , I promised her."

Ye Silong digressed: "Do you still remember the family name of the son of a high-ranking official who was murdered?"

"It seems...it's Qu?"