"Hey, how could I not know, in the past month, seven murders have been in our community, making people panic."

The old man's surname is Ma, Liu Lang chatted with the old man for a while, and unconsciously called Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma has a kind appearance, he is only in his fifties, his hair is all white, and he feels full of vicissitudes when he speaks.

In the process of chatting with Uncle Ma and Liu Lang, Aunt Ma did not speak, and Liu Lang asked curiously: "Uncle Ma, Aunt Ma, is she?" ”

"Hehe, your aunt, I have a problem with my ears and can't hear."

Uncle Ma smiled, pointed to his ear, and then waved his hand again.

Liu Lang's face was full of shame, and he apologized repeatedly: "Oh, uncle, I, I don't know, I'm really sorry." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, kid, it's nothing."

Uncle Ma chatted with Liu Lang very speculatively, moved a stool and sat opposite Liu Lang, and took out a tube of dry tobacco from his pocket.

Liu Lang also saw his grandfather smoke this kind of dry tobacco when he was a child, the cigarette stick was made of bamboo, the inside was hollowed out, and the cigarette pot was made of iron.

When Liu Lang was a child, his favorite thing to do was to rub cigarettes for his grandfather. Suddenly seeing Uncle Ma smoking today, Liu Lang felt inexplicably a sense of intimacy in his heart, and quickly stood up and said, "Uncle Ma, come, I'll help you rub your cigarette." ”

Uncle Ma was stunned for a moment, smiled hehe, but did not object, but handed the cigarette stick in his hand to Liu Lang.

Liu Lang took the cigarette stick, took out a small handful of dry tobacco from Uncle Ma's cigarette pouch, put it in the tobacco bottle, then picked up the lighter, lit it, and handed it to Uncle Ma again.

Uncle Ma immediately took it with a smile and sighed repeatedly: "Ah, young man, I didn't expect you to have this thing, I thought my thing was about to become an antique." ”

"Hehe, Uncle Ma, you really won the prize."

After lighting a cigarette for Uncle Ma, Liu Lang couldn't help but ask curiously: "Uncle Ma, I don't know what the seven murders you are talking about?" ”

"Hey, young man, I'll tell you the truth, my old man has lived for most of his life, and I've never seen this kind of death.

"Huh? Ghost asking for your life? ”

When Liu Lang heard this, he immediately fought a cold war.

If this was before, Liu Lang would definitely laugh at it, and then retort, where are there ghosts in this world.

However, now that he is enshrined in a female ghost, he naturally believes in this kind of thing. As soon as Liu Lang heard Uncle Ma's words, his nerves immediately tensed, and he asked tentatively, "Uncle Ma, you, have you ever seen a ghost?" ”

"Haha, this baby, where have I seen a ghost, if I see a ghost, then I won't die."

Uncle Ma laughed, which made Liu Lang inexplicable.

After laughing, Uncle Ma suddenly looked stern: "However, although my old man has never seen a ghost, my wife has seen it, her ears are not good, but her eyes, tsk, are more bright than mine." ”

As Uncle Ma spoke, he turned around and glanced at Aunt Ma, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Liu Lang's heart moved, and he hurriedly said: "Uncle, what did she see in that aunt?" ”

"Well, if you want to talk about it, it must have been that night three days ago."

Uncle Ma and Aunt Ma live in the old community behind the restaurant. According to Uncle Ma, the community has been built for almost 30 years, and it has been clamoring for demolition in the past few years, but for some reason, it is thunder and no rain.

Uncle Ma basically goes back late every night, and he doesn't close until about twelve o'clock. In his words, some children who get off work late can't let them go hungry.

On that night three days ago, Uncle Ma and Aunt Ma, as usual, waited until twelve o'clock, and when no one came back, they cleaned up the restaurant and walked to the old house.

However, when she walked next to an old locust tree in the community, Aunt Ma, who didn't talk much on weekdays, was suddenly stunned and dragged Uncle Ma all the way home.

Uncle Ma was still very strange at the time, this old lady with small feet is a lot older, what is she running in the middle of the night?

When he returned home, Uncle Ma saw that Aunt Ma's face was covered with sweat and her eyes were full of horror.

At that time, Uncle Ma was frightened and hurriedly gestured to ask what happened.

Aunt Ma gasped for breath, closed the doors and windows tightly, and then heard no movement outside, and after a long time, she leaned into Uncle Ma's ear and told what she saw.

At that time, Aunt Ma told Uncle Ma that next to the locust tree, she saw two people, one black and one white, jumping out of the locust tree.

And the two men, one with a long tongue and dressed in white, the other in black, looked horrified. Both of them wore high hats and held iron chains, which was exactly the appearance of black and white impermanence in the legend.

On top of the black-and-white impermanence chains, there was a man who looked a little emaciated, but all his body and face were scratched to a bloody blur.

At that time, Uncle Ma heard Aunt Ma's words and laughed at her for being dazzled. As a result, the next day, a dead person was found in the community, and that person's death was exactly the same as what Ma Damiang described.

Liu Lang took a deep breath, felt a little chill in his back, and his voice trembled: "Uncle, then, is this true?" ”

Uncle Ma took another puff of dry tobacco, saw that Liu Lang had eaten the noodles in the bowl, stood up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and said with a slight smile: "Young man, there is a good saying, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." I've lived with your aunt for most of my life, that's enough. ”

When Liu Lang heard Uncle Ma's words, his heart moved inexplicably, and he didn't say anything more, watching Uncle Ma return to the back room with his leftover dishes and chopsticks.

Liu Lang sighed softly, put the money on the table, and turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

The meal lasted more than an hour, and when I came out of the cafeteria, it was already dark.

It's early autumn now, and the weather is still a little hot during the day, but when the cool breeze blows at night, it's a little cold.

Liu Lang glanced back at the community that Uncle Ma was talking about. The neighborhood is just behind the small restaurant, and the lights are not turned on at night, so it looks dark and gives people a very uncomfortable and eerie feeling.

Liu Lang shook his head and said in his heart: It's really strange, since I met a female ghost, why have I been chattering all the time?

After laughing at himself, Liu Lang turned on his mobile phone and checked the route back to school, and it took more than an hour to take the bus?

During the day, I came in a sports car, and I didn't feel that far away.

I rummaged through my pockets, and there were only five dollars left, and it was definitely not possible to take a taxi, so let's take the bus.

Liu Lang found the bus stop, waiting for the bus boredly, thinking about what Uncle Ma said just now, he was inexplicably looking forward to the appearance of the female ghost: This Han Xiaoqi, why didn't he come out?

Thinking wildly, Liu Lang inadvertently glanced to the side and saw a small newsstand over there.

An old man with reading glasses in the newsstand was reading the newspaper intently. Occasionally, one or two people would walk by, flip through the newspaper and take a wad of them, and put the money in the old man's hands.

Those who take the newspaper do not speak, and seem to be the ones who buy it regularly and know the price of the newspaper.

Liu Lang looked at the old man and smiled, still wondering in his heart, will he be like this when he is old?

Just as he was thinking, another person walked by on the side of the road on the other side, who looked quite strong, wore sunglasses, and wore casual clothes. The man walked to the newsstand, grabbed a stack of newspapers, and walked straight ahead without even paying the money.

The old man at the newsstand didn't know if he didn't see it, or he didn't dare to say anything, so he didn't even raise his head.

The sense of justice in Liu Lang's heart came out, and he was about to step forward to take care of it, but as soon as his feet moved two steps, Liu Lang suddenly recognized it. That person turned out to be the guy who went to ask the old man Hua for a video in the morning.