smuggler

Chapter 338
After hearing what I said, the fear in the eyes of the proprietress eased a little, but she shook her head when she saw my outstretched hand, let me put it down, and then looked at me carefully from head to toe.

The fear in her appearance is now full of bitterness and grievance.

Seeing her silent for a long time, I couldn't help asking, "Auntie, can you tell me where is No. 44 now?"

"do not know."

The proprietress said it simply and directly. When she looked up at me, her face was aggrieved and she was full of complaints.

I looked at her suspiciously, and the proprietress continued bitterly, "I really don't know, no one on this street knows where shop No. 44 is!"

Hearing these words, I felt my head was getting bigger, but then I shook my head, thinking of the old man I met at the entrance of the alley when I came here a few days ago, and it was the old man who reminded me.

But looking at the expression of the proprietress, it doesn't look like she is lying. She probably really doesn't know where No. 44 is, but for some reason, people who mention No. 44 are so scared.

I think I still have to ask the old man. Since the old man knows about shop No. 44, it should be on this street.

So I asked the proprietress about where the old man lived. Unexpectedly, the proprietress was stunned after hearing this. She shook her head and said that she didn't know. The alley is not big, and I have never seen any old man in that shop.

That uncle is old, maybe he doesn't run a shop.

I pointed to the entrance of the alley where I saw the old man last time, and said to the proprietress, "He is very short, thin, and he is dressed in sloppy clothes and dirty..."

I didn't go on, because at this time I noticed that the lady boss's micro-expression became very ugly, and her whole face was pale.

The proprietress took a deep breath, "I remember when you said that. The old man you mentioned is an old man who scavenged from somewhere on our street."

When I first saw him, the old man was wearing dirty clothes. Judging from his attire, he was indeed a scavenger old man.

I quickly nodded in agreement. I wanted to ask the proprietress where he lived in the alley, but when I saw the proprietress's appearance, I was about to cry, so I knew it was not that simple.

The proprietress turned into a bitter face, and she couldn't speak frightenedly, "You...you don't mean to scare me on purpose, do you?"

I told me about the old man I met when I was here last time. After hearing that, the proprietress’s eyeballs seemed to be stiff, and she turned around feebly before she said a word to me.

"The old man you mentioned was hit and killed by a car in June this year!"

The proprietress was terrified, and she looked at me like she was looking at a monster.

Because I don't have yin and yang eyes, I can't distinguish some ghosts. This is not the first time this has happened.

If the ghost didn't have the intention of harming me, I wouldn't be able to discern it.

The old man told me the truth last time, but now the lady boss said that the old man had been dead for more than a month.

I was shocked at first, but then calmed down, because I knew that the lady boss was definitely not lying.

"Can you tell me exactly what's going on?"

I suppressed the panic in my heart and tried to calm myself and said to the proprietress.The proprietress was terrified of me, but she hesitated for a moment, sighed, and told the whole story like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"Let me tell you the truth, we have seen the old man who scavenged the garbage you mentioned, but a car accident happened at the intersection of the street a month ago this year, and he was killed at that time!"

"Also, this Wangu Alley is a bit evil."

The proprietress revealed to me that the reason why street lights are not installed here is because something happened in the past. As long as street lights are installed, they will be turned off the next day, which is inexplicably turned off.

The light bulb is fine when it is taken off, but the tungsten wire inside has been broken.

If it is late at night, the flashlight will be turned off inexplicably when walking in the alley.

After twelve o'clock, any electric things can't be used in the alley at night, and motorcycles and battery cars have to be pushed.People nearby usually don't come out at night.

So if you meet a person on this street at night...it may not be a person.

This is why the shops on this street close before nine o'clock at night.

"We can't help it. Most people here choose to come here because the shops are cheaper. At first, they didn't believe in these things, but after they live in, they will more or less encounter things that cannot be explained clearly."

The proprietress stared at me with some helplessness in her eyes.

No wonder the street was so cold not long after it got dark, and there was no smell of fireworks.

I said, "What about store 44?"

I mentioned the old man to the proprietress just now, but I didn't tell her that I went into shop No. 44 a few days ago.

The lady proprietress shook her head and said firmly, "There is no No. 44 shop in this alley. Let's do a small business and we all want to be lucky. Who would rent a shop with this number?"

"The predecessor of Wangu Lane is said to be an old cemetery. I heard people say that there seemed to be No. 44 at the beginning, but there was a fire on this street a long time ago, and it was burnt down. Now our shops are all renovated and rebuilt. of."

The proprietress should be telling the truth, because the old man also said last time that there was a fire in Wangu Lane, which burned down many shops.

"Since you know that there is no shop No. 44 on this street, why are everyone on this street so scared when I asked?"

I can't figure it out here. From the very beginning, I came here and asked a lot of people. It seems that Shop No. 44 is a taboo on this street, and they are very afraid of it.

"Of course I'm scared." The proprietress's face was pale and ugly, and she said in a low voice, "I heard from other colleagues on the street that the burnt No. 44 used to be a funeral store, selling paper money and wreaths for the dead. "Actually, you are not the only one who has inquired about No. 44. I have been here for more than a year, and I met several people who came to ask how No. 44 got there."

When I was talking about this, the proprietress pointed to the closed shop across the street and said to me in a low voice.

"See, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop across the street, just moved in a while ago, and has never encountered such things as unbelief. He didn't close at ten o'clock two nights ago, but he met a woman in a red and blue cheongsam Ask him for number 44."

Red and blue cheongsam?

I squinted my eyes and pondered for a while, thinking of the charming woman I met in shop No. 44 that night. She seemed to be wearing a red and blue cheongsam.

It should be her.

"and then?"

I asked.

The proprietress lowered her voice and said full of fear, "I didn't notice it at the time, and then I realized that the woman was standing outside the shop without a shadow, and she was wearing a red and blue cheongsam with the left lapel open. "

The open front of the cheongsam is exquisite.

The cheongsam has a right lapel and another thing is that it follows the meaning of yin and yang and eight trigrams, where yang is superimposed on yin.

The left lapel is yin on top of yang, which is usually the case for the shroud of the dead.

(End of this chapter)