What interrupted my memory was the knocking sound. The knocking sound was three long and one short. I knew it was Zhou Yan's grandson.

I rubbed my face, put on my clothes in a few seconds, and walked out of the inner room with a cigarette in my mouth.

"What are you doing?" I frowned and opened the side door. Sure enough, who else could it be if Zhou Yan was outside?

When I looked carefully, I realized that Zhang Liguo was standing at the entrance of the alley, waving to me, as if promoting our revolutionary friendship.

"You'd better go and have a look..." Zhou Yan asked me tentatively, with a little anxious face: "Don't think I went there just to make money. I don't know the relationship between Xie Feng and you, but this is the case..."

"Come in and say." I sighed, then waved to Zhang Liguo at the entrance of the alley, and smiled politely: "Uncle Zhang, come in and sit down together."

The rolling gate of the hall is closed tightly, and the paper man is still placed on both sides. When you look at it with the dim light, you will be as cunning as you want.

Of course, I don’t think it’s me who thinks it’s the one who creepy people, after all, I’m used to seeing it.

"Why do you feel so gloomy as soon as you come in..." Zhou Yan walked into the hall tremblingly, smiling awkwardly, trying to use this to cover up the truth about his cowardice.

"Sit." I pointed to the tea table in the hall and signaled them to sit by the table and wait for me.

After saying that, I turned around and went into the inner room, took out half a tank of tea, and then washed it with the hot water left in the kettle last night, soaking two glasses of authentic...

Overnight tea.

Zhang Liguo did not pay attention to my little movements, but instead thanked me politely, raised his cup and drank it all. After drinking it, he sighed: "Good tea, it tastes quite special."

"Brother Mutou..." Zhou Yan looked at me pitifully, but when he saw that my heart was as strong as a man, his grandson still bit the bullet and drank the tea.

This kid Zhou Yan usually likes to cause trouble for me. This time I can take the opportunity to disgust him. Don’t you have a cleanliness obsession? This cup of tea will be given to you for free.

"This is quite troublesome." Zhang Liguo spoke first and shook his head: "Luo Dahai's case has not yet been settled, but he didn't expect it to be a mess again."

I didn't interrupt him, just listened quietly.

"It's normal for you to be uneasy if Xie Feng dies, but Lin Jia and the others are our classmates at least, right?" Zhou Yan suddenly interrupted.

Upon hearing this, I scratched my head, and my face was impatient: "What the hell is going on, explain it clearly."

"Last night, Lin Jia and her friends all had nightmares without exception." Zhou Yan smiled bitterly: "The content of their nightmares is exactly the same. The place where they are in the dream is Maotai Building. They saw a woman, a woman wearing white clothes and charred all over."

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple, so I came to you." Zhou Yan frowned and said, "In my dream, the woman said that anyone who went to Maotai Building will do it without exception..."

I shrugged and took over the sentence: "Die."

"How do you know?" Zhang Liguo was a little surprised, and I smiled and said, "The old lines in the movie are there."

When Zhou Yan said this, I suddenly remembered what Xie Feng said last night and the rumors about the Maotai Building.

The woman, the haunted, and the poem on the elevator.

"The sky is so thunder that it is so bad. The thunder hits her chest. It's strange that Wang Xue is coming to hit you. Who told you to talk too much?"

I did not analyze this poem thoroughly, but the rough meaning is that a grandson who talks a lot will be dealt with by Wang Xue. The first two sentences seem to be talking about the cause of Wang Xue's death.

It's not right, I was struck to death by lightning? How big a taboo did this make anger God?

"The purpose of finding me is to do this?" I asked, Zhang Liguo nodded, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "You'd better go to Xie Feng's bedroom to see it, maybe there will be clues."

"His bedroom?" I was a little curious. There was a clue in Xie Feng's bedroom? Is that ghost still there?

"The walls of Xie Feng's bedroom are full of the words Wang Xue, and even the bases of the wall are full, which makes you scary." Zhou Yan's face was a little pale, probably scared, and said in a low voice: "We have checked those words, some are written in markers, and some are written in ballpoint pens."

I took out a box of blue yellow (a type of Huangguoshu brand cigarette, commonly known as blue yellow in Guiyang), took out two cigarettes from it and handed them to Zhou Yan and the others. I slowly lit one and started smoking.

"Give the money?" I blinked.

"If we solve the case, we who work as a servant will have a bonus. Will I give you my bonus? " Zhang Liguo smiled and didn't care about my desire for money at all, but was very cooperative.

"How many?" I was curious, and Zhang Liguo thought carefully: "It's about four or five thousand, this case involves a lot. After all, the father of the deceased is a wealthy businessman in our local area."

"Trade." I agreed and took a deep breath of cigarette: "You are waiting for me here, I will clean up, and I will solve this problem directly today. I don't like to procrastinate."

Zhou Yan stood up with me and said with a smile: "I'll go and put in incense sticks on the old man, but I haven't seen him for a few days."

I nodded and didn't say anything.

I took Zhou Yan into the inner room, and I started to rush under the altar with familiarity, preparing for the guy I want to use today.

Zhou Yan habitually took a stick of tribute incense on the altar, lit it, and bowed to the old man's black and white photos, and inserted the tribute incense into the incense palette: "Old man, Xiao Zhou is here to see you."

"Are you very grateful that Zhou Yujia didn't go last night?" I squatted on the ground and whispered, teasing Zhou Yan.

When Zhou Yan heard what I said, he didn't hesitate at all and said in fear: "It must be. If you hadn't brought Yu Jia back, I would probably have a headache today."

It’s also a lot of blame for this group of people for committing suicide.

The ghosts wandering in the world, except for the life souls that have not passed in the beginning.

One is the lonely ghost who cannot be reincarnated, the second is the ghost who is punished by suicide, and the third is the evil ghost who is resentful.

None of these three types are good, even if I am around them, after all, people do not offend ghosts, and ghosts do not offend others. How good is it for everyone to live in harmony? Why bother yourself?

But now some people are so idle that they often see young people on the ground saying they are going to explore the graves or "exploring the spirits" in the evil places.

Whether it is an adventure or a "spirit exploration", what they want to satisfy is their curiosity, just to see the so-called ghosts.

Most ghosts avoid living in Yang people, either abandoned real estate projects or wilderness. In short, the places where ghosts live are not places that normal people like to go.

If someone has to go for a trip, it is a waste of time.

These so-called adventures are actually the same as the private trespassing of our Yang people. It is easy to scare you. When I encounter a bad temper, I guess I have to send them a ride.

What happened last night was purely Xie Feng's own fault. Now that Lin Jia and the others are probably satisfied. Not only did they see enough, the ghost also sent Xie Feng for free. Look at how professional this ghost has.

"What kind of cloth is this?" Zhou Yan saw me standing up and saw the black cloth in my hand. Seeing the crooked white words on it, the grandson was immediately stunned.

"Oracle bone inscriptions? Bronze inscriptions?" Zhou Yan wanted to use his academic master's side to relieve his embarrassment of being illiterate.

"This cloth is used to communicate with ghosts. The name of cloth is ghost cloth." I smiled and said, "You can't understand these words, right? You're illiterate."

According to legend, there was a strange ethnic minority man named Lu Duogong, who was the ancestor of the southwest aquatic race. (Duo, the second voice of duo)

There is a profession in the Aquarium called Ghost Master, who is specifically responsible for communicating with ghosts and ghosts. The first ghost master of the Aquarium is no one else, but Lu Duogong.

Reality is different from movie novels, and there are actually not many ghosts who can speak out.

Most ghosts and ghosts cannot speak out, let alone communicate with others. Humans and ghosts have different paths, different paths, different types, and naturally different languages.

If a ghost wants to communicate with others, there are three ways: first, dreaming, second, attaching to the human body, speaking and third, communicating with others in the hallucination created by others.

However, none of the above three points can be achieved by the soul that has not passed in the first seven. It is difficult to communicate with the soul.

Because of this, Duke Lu Duo created the Li Suiwen.

(Li, le's fourth tone, pronunciation is the same as music, Sui, the first tone, pronunciation is the same as the same as the pronunciation, which is a polyphonic character and also the pronunciation of hui, but it is pronounced here.)

This can be said to be a "great invention" in the metaphysics industry. It can not only talk to the living soul, but also talk to other evil spirits and evil spirits.

Not to mention a sorcerer, or an ordinary person, as long as he learns Suiwen, he can easily communicate with evil spirits and evil spirits. This kind of text brings little convenience to his younger generations.

Sometimes I feel curious about how this is developed?

I have also asked the old man this question, but he said frankly that some things have long been washed away by the torrent of history, and they are not something that we descendants can understand.

Logically speaking, Yu Suiwen is the top secret of the water clan. Even among the water clan, only ghost masters who have been passed down from generation to generation are proficient in this kind of text. The Lu Sui classics are hidden in the ghost master's home and there is no possibility of them flowing to the outside world.

But the old man and I can do this, and very few people in the industry can do it, so there is an explanation.

In the fourth year of Wude (621 AD), a Taoist from Yunyou named Gui Suizi came to this southwest.

This person belongs to the Zhengyi Sect, but the exact inheritance of the master is not recorded in the book.

It is said that Gui Suizi once heard that there was a minority near Juzhou where words in a minority could communicate with ghosts. This kind of words was named Lu Suiwen.

Only this kind of writing is found in this ethnic minority. If you want to see this kind of thing, you must go to the 100,000 mountains in Juzhou in person.

This time Gui Suizi went to Juzhou, not only to see such words, but to learn this thing.

After all, there has never been any text to communicate with ghosts. The attraction of this kind of thing to ancient Taoist priests is like the attraction of aliens to scientists. I wish I could find out the bottom line and study it clearly and then carry it forward in other places.

(Juzhou is the ancient name of Guiyang.)

There is no detailed record in the book of the process. It only says that Gui Suizi stayed in the mountains near Juzhou for three years. When he returned to Chang'an, he had almost fully understood the literature of Yusui.

From then on, Yu Suiwen was spread among some sorcerers. Although Gui Suizi brought this thing back to the Taoist sect, there were only a handful of people who really learned this thing.

There are 5,600 words in the Suiwen, and modern philologists have only developed 1,600, let alone those sorcerers.

There are always more lost things than passed down. The 5,600-word Lisui Wen has been passed down for so many years, and the number of words that can be passed down is probably only two thousand.

In the Yi family's inheritance, I have learned more than 3,000 Suiwen. Although it is not the "full text", it is much better than those warlocks who only know how to make more than one thousand.

In fact, there are more than just Yu Suiwen, including the Dianxian, Cupxian, etc.

But the Dianxian and Cupxian are not very reliable, and I really can't praise the accuracy.

For example, if you are asking Xie Feng, but the answer is not sure, it is another ghost, because the Dianxian and the Cup Immortal cannot choose the target of the question. As long as the ghosts nearby are attracted, they will be attracted.

To put it simply, the Dianxian Cup Fairy is like a microphone. The ghosts around are the guests who come to sing. Anyone can yell a few words. Maybe you meet a ghost with good things when you ask questions, and you will become a microphone boss without saying a word. Then you will not be able to cry.

"Let's go." I greeted them and put my backpack on.

After packing up the guy, Zhang Liguo drove me and Zhou Yan straight to the Xie family mansion.
Chapter completed!