Who is my upstairs

Chapter 39 Do you believe in ghosts?
Because of this, Xiangzi was often beaten by his father when he was a child.

Later, Xiangzi's father passed away because of a drug crackdown, and his family was also protected and moved out of the previous compound. It was not until college that he met Yang Xiaofan in his hometown, and the two exchanged phone calls.

"Hey..." Xiangzi behind the phone sighed slowly and remained silent for a long time.

Yang Xiaofan asked him timidly: "What's the matter, Xiangzi, is life not good?"

Although Yang Xiaofan's impression of Xiangzi has faded, after all, the two of them used to be young, and Xiangzi's tone on the phone was not right, which made her feel worried.

"Something happened at Mr. Fu's house..."

She didn't know how long she waited until Xiangzi uttered this sentence, something happened to the family of the benevolent master Yufang?What can the teacher's family produce?
Could it be that her child is sick?

For so many years, Xiangzi hadn't been in touch with him, so why did he have a relationship with Fu Yufang?
These questions became one after another puzzle in Yang Xiaofan's mind, she was waiting quietly, waiting for Xiangzi on the phone to tell her the answer.

Finally, Xiangzi slowly opened his mouth from the silence, with a very helpless tone, "Do you still remember when I moved away from the compound suddenly? My mother and I were protected in another place by my father's former good friend Hao Jianqiu , I went to a military school, and I am now the leader of the special case team in this city..."

Yang Xiaofan couldn't figure it out even more. What does Xiangzi's story about his own life have to do with his benefactor Yufang?

In Yang Xiaofan's mind, Xiangzi's identity was slowly combined with what happened in Fu Yufang's family, and she asked, "Did Mr. Fu encounter any trouble? How could it alarm the extraordinarily serious case team?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiangzi couldn't help admiring Yang Xiaofan's insight, he didn't expect her to understand his intentions so quickly, and he was still thinking about how to tell Yang Xiaofan about it.

The relationship between Yang Xiaofan and Fu Yufang is as deep as a family.

Back then, when he and Yang Xiaofan were still in junior high school, Fu Yufang not only treated Yang Xiaofan as her right-hand man as the class monitor, but also treated her as her own daughter.

Several children in the courtyard were jealous of Yang Xiaofan, and bullied Yang Xiaofan in different ways. He had helped Yang Xiaofan a few times back then, and he was considered a good friend of the boss.

"Last night, all three members of Mr. Fu's family died in the bedroom. When the nanny came in to clean the room in the morning, they found it and reported it to the police." When Xiangzi finished speaking, he suddenly regretted speaking so directly.

What he thought at the beginning was to be more tactful, ask Yang Xiaofan out first, have a face-to-face talk, and then tell Yang Xiaofan the truth of the matter bit by bit.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, Xiangzi waited for a long time but did not hear from Yang Xiaofan.

He asked tentatively, "Xiaofan, are you still there?"

"Xiangzi, you...how did you think of calling me?" Yang Xiaofan didn't have the emotional breakdown as imagined, but asked Xiangzi in that rather cold tone.

In fact, she was not sad, but her mind suddenly went blank.

Fu Yufang, who spent the night with her well yesterday, just died like this, and the lives of Fu Yufang's husband and children were all at stake.

Could it be that this strange Li family's ancestral house implicated the mentor's family and killed Fu Yufang's family?

"You were the last person Mr. Fu contacted. Originally, you were the subject of investigation by the police. I saw this phone number familiar, so I wanted to make a call. I didn't expect it was really you. Come downstairs, I'll take you Go to the scene of the crime."

Xiangzi's personality is much more stable than before, and he even considers Yang Xiaofan's feelings to make his luck very gentle.And it was appropriate to leave room for it, and even seemed to be waiting downstairs.

Yang Xiaofan immediately rushed out of the bedroom. In the dim morning light, a man was standing downstairs in a blue windbreaker.Beside him was a black sedan with a red military badge on it.

He waved to Yang Xiaofan, but Yang Xiaofan couldn't summon up the energy to say hello to Xiangzi, stood in front of the window and watched for a while, then slowly went back to wash up.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was haggard and pale, like a zombie who hadn't sucked blood for a long time.

Covering the bags under his eyes carelessly with eye cream, Yang Xiaofan tied himself a ponytail and hurried downstairs.She talked to Xiangzi for at least half an hour, and she wondered how long Xiangzi had been waiting downstairs.

If she lingered upstairs for too long and made Xiangzi wait downstairs, she would feel unkind and feel sorry for Xiangzi.

The early winter wind in the suburbs is still very cold on the body.

"Fan, you don't wear much."

When Yang Xiaofan walked up to Xiangzi's car, Xiangzi couldn't help taking a look at Yang Xiaofan's clothes, black high-heeled shoes with a white T-bottomed women's suit, a suit skirt and black stockings on the lower body, standard corporate white-collar attire.

Yang Xiaofan noticed the change in Xiangzi's title, and felt a little uncomfortable, but he forced a smile, "I just moved here, and I haven't bought winter clothes yet..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiangzi thoughtfully took off his windbreaker and put it on Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan noticed the brand, it was Armani which is very expensive among clothing brands, and she felt even more uncomfortable, she whispered, "I'm not cold."

Ke Xiangzi didn't seem to notice Yang Xiaofan's embarrassment and uneasiness, he casually opened the co-pilot's door and let Yang Xiaofan sit in.

Yang Xiaofan got into the co-pilot, Xiangzi closed the door forcefully, and entered the car from the other side.

He turned on the music in the car casually, and the black car started slowly, slowly leaving the nearby scenery behind.

Yang Xiaofan hadn't seen Xiangzi for many years, and she was still a little strange and unfamiliar with Xiangzi. She grabbed the bag on her lap and tried her best not to think about what might happen to Fu Yufang's family. It's too embarrassing to cry.

Sitting in the car, Xiangzi opened the window, the cold wind blew in, he took a cigarette in his mouth, and then said to Yang Xiaofan vaguely: "Can you help me light a cigarette?"

Light a cigarette?

She helped Xu Zhiwen light cigarettes before, but that was a long time ago.

He clumsily took the metal lighter placed in front of the car window, and struck it hard a few times before it produced a bright flame to help Xiangzi light it. Xiangzi took a puff of cigarette forcefully.

Yang Xiaofan put down the lighter with a sigh of relief, and saw Xiangzi holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding a cigarette with one hand, and asked: "The teacher called you the last time. What did you talk about? Has anyone come?" Seeking revenge from the teacher or something? Or, does the teacher have any important words to tell you?"

"The teacher said that someone knocked on the door of her house and called the names of their whole family..." Yang Xiaofan told the truth.

Taking two puffs of cigarette heavily, Xiangzi frowned and looked ahead. What Yang Xiaofan said was very similar to the confession provided by the neighbor, but why did the teacher tell Yang Xiaofan these things before he died, instead of calling the police?
Xiangzi shook the ash out of the window, took another deep puff of the cigarette, and said, "Originally, the police took you as the first suspect, because Teacher Fu had only been to the place where you lived when the crime happened. The only outgoing phone call from the teacher is to you."

Yang Xiaofan suddenly realized that Xiangzi came to find him in person, not simply reminiscing about the past, he treated her as a person involved in the case, or more intuitively, Xiangzi wanted to investigate Teacher Fu's death by investigating her.

Yang Xiaofan couldn't speak such absurd and unruly words in front of Xiangzi. Yang Xiaofan realized that if he wanted to find out the teacher's death, he had to remove his suspicion.

"Xiangzi, you know, I have no time to commit the crime, and I have no motive for committing the crime." Yang Xiaofan whispered, she suddenly glanced at Xiangzi's lighter, which was also from the famous "Givenchy".

She really wanted to know what Xiangzi had been doing these past few years. If he only worked as a policeman, he probably wouldn't be able to earn so much money.

Xiangzi nodded, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said: "I know, after walking here and there from the city, I found that it is really difficult for you to have time to commit crimes. However, this is in the absence of suitable transportation. Come here, the speed is 120 yards per hour, and it only takes two hours to walk back. In fact, it only takes four hours to go back and forth..."

Yang Xiaofan became more and more nervous, she suddenly found that the song in the car seemed to be the opening song of an American TV series "Criminal Psychology", she clutched her fingers entangledly, her face turned pale.

What Xiangzi said obviously meant that the police had included her in the key crime targets. She was not good at defending herself, and she didn't know how to tell the police when she arrived at the police station. Fu Yufang's bizarre experience in the house , if she said it, her suspicion would be even greater.

But if it is not said, is it necessary to cover it up with lies?
No, she can't.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaofan was going to tell Xiangzi the whole story of Li's ancestral house.

However, at this time, Xiangzi spoke before her: "Fan, do you believe in ghosts taking their lives?"

"I..." Yang Xiaofan didn't know why Xiangzi said these words suddenly.

Xiangzi suddenly parked the car on the side of the road, took a yellow file bag from the back seat of the car and gave it to Yang Xiaofan, Yang Xiaofan hesitated before taking the file, she didn't open it right away, but asked Xiangzi: "What's in it? "

"When the case happened this morning, I went to the police station and retrieved the file. I want you to share your opinion on this case, which is almost the same as the current case." Xiangzi looked at Yang Xiaofan and told Yang Xiaofan It feels like being treated like a prisoner.

This feeling was very bad. Her fingers trembled, and she untied the white ropes on the file bag little by little. The files in the file were old, and the paper was soft and fragile, and a lot of fine powder fell off. .

There is a photo of Li's ancestral house in it, which is the case of Li's ancestral house in 03.

"I want to hear your point of view, or, do you believe in the saying that ghosts kill you? I know that uncle used to be in this business, and his death dealt a great blow to you, so you have been He refuses to inherit his mantle." Xiangzi tapped the ashtray with his yellowish fingers, and the sky began to drizzle again.

The wiper wiped the falling rain lightly, Yang Xiaofan suddenly seemed to have experienced a big accident, she looked down at her pale and slender fingers, and bit her lip.

She will never forget how her father died. The old people in her hometown often say that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts.Just like her father, who always handled business related to the dead, his luck gradually began to change.

From Ziwei's fortune-telling fortune teller's fate of being rich and long-lived to a hundred years old, to a middle-aged man encountering an accident and passing away forever.

"That year I watched my uncle die by the river. You were still young at that time, so you didn't witness it with your own eyes. There was no such profession as a corpse-carrier in my hometown, so my uncle went down the river to pick up the corpse of my second aunt. That's what happened." After Xiangzi finished speaking, the music in the car stopped.

Yang Xiaofan's body trembled a bit, and her heart was very confused. She thought that as long as she didn't get in touch with those things in her hometown, she could live a normal life.

My father once said that she is a person with a pure yin constitution, very suitable to inherit his mantle, and she will also be his best heir in the future.

Embarrassed and pretending to flip through the materials in his hand, Yang Xiaofan's gaze suddenly caught sight of a material about the ghost's death, and slowly began to read it carefully, without paying attention to what Xiangzi said.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, folks also called ghosts calling the door "ghosts knocking on the door" and "ghosts asking for their lives".Ordinary Taoist priests know how to draw symbols on yellow paper, burn them to ashes, and drink them with water to drive away evil spirits.

But the ghosts to be mentioned here are called "ghosts" in the door, not those ferocious ghosts or evil ghosts who abuse magic in order to find a way to reincarnate, but what people commonly call ghosts. Difference".When ghost messengers come to ask for their lives, they will knock on the door of the family first. As long as someone in the family agrees or opens the door, the ghost messengers will be seduced by ghosts.

As the saying goes, "Lord Hades wants you to die in the third watch, but you can't survive the fifth watch." The ghost messenger will knock on the door on time according to the time of the death call, calling out the name of the person who is about to die.

Generally, people who have a life expectancy at home will refuse to agree on the first day when they hear such a ghost calling the door.Because no one agreed and opened the door, the ghost messenger was blocked outside the mansion and could not enter. He was forced to leave the door of the family who wanted to kill him at dawn.

The ghost messenger did not arrest the soul on the first day, and would knock on the door again the next day to claim his life. If the door was not opened at this time, the ghost messenger would enter the door and lock the soul, and the lifespan of everyone in the house would be damaged.

According to the practice of the big folk families in ancient China, in addition to not responding when encountering a ghost calling the door on the first day, they will also prepare the coffin on the second day and enshrine the living first. Thinking that "someone has died" is used to deceive the world.

(End of this chapter)