Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 50 Beggar
"She's a ghost."

Xiaoxi blinked her eyes a few times and said, "She's not scary."

"Yes, she is the kind of ghost that doesn't scare people. There is another kind of ghost that looks scary, but he has a kind heart."

"Brother met?" Xiaoxi asked me.

I nodded and asked again, "Do you want to see him?"

"Okay." Xiaoxi agreed.

After that, I fell silent. When I didn't go to pick up Xiaoxi, the hair-eating ghost kept taking Xiaoxi home. Just for this kind of favor, I had to accept it.

Speaking of which, the hair-eating ghost has been by my side for at least eight or nine years. I really haven't gotten to know him well, and he seldom talks. At first I thought he couldn't speak.

Over the years, I have listened to him speak no more than five times, and each time I speak no more than ten words. With such precious words, I am afraid that he is the only dumb person in the whole world.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, I saw that there were no people on the street. I ran into the garden and called out the hair-eating ghosts. Instead of chatting here, I went to a more secluded place.

When we arrived at the destination, I asked him, "It's been so long, I still don't know your name."

He glanced up at me with his shapeless face and said, "I don't have a name."

His voice was still so ugly, like the sound of scratching a blackboard with his fingernails, it was a little harsh, and he shuddered when he heard it.

"Okay then, let's discuss something with you."

The hair eater looked at me, waiting for the next sentence.

"I'll take you to see Xiaoxi tomorrow."

As soon as I finished speaking, the hair-eating ghost repeatedly waved his hands and shook his head. No matter what I said afterwards, he would always wave his hands and shake his head to signal that he would not see Xiaoxi, so I had no choice but to give up.

I don't know what he's thinking, and it's hard to speculate. From his eyes, I can clearly see his desire. Maybe it's just like what the snake bone woman said, he is interested in Xiaoxi, but Due to her appearance and identity, she never saw Xiaoxi.

I sent him back to the garden, and when I was about to leave, I saw the snake I released in the afternoon. It was staying at the entrance of the cave, spitting at me.

Could it be that you are really spiritual?
I walked to the edge of the hole and stretched out my arms to it. Domestic snakes are non-venomous, so I don’t worry about being bitten by it. I shook my hand in front of it, and it slowly came out of the hole. Then wrap it around my arm.

I took a look at it, and it turns out that all snakes are spiritual. When I was a child, I read The Legend of the White Snake, and I always thought it was fake. At that time, I thought that snakes would not have feelings at all.

A few years ago, although I learned that snakes also have spirituality, I didn’t see them with my own eyes, so I really didn’t believe them. It’s like others said that Liang Zhu is very touching. If you haven’t experienced it yourself, how can you know how touching it is.But now, I finally saw it and believed it.

The snake was wrapped around my arm, and even through the clothes, I felt a burst of coldness. Judging by its peaceful appearance, it looked like a small pet or something.

I stretched out the fingers of the other hand to its letter money, and it retracted immediately, and it has not uttered the letter since then.

After looking at it for a few times, I figured out that this snake might be the incarnation of someone who returned from the dead. It was quite sad to be caught and sold. Since I was caught, I can’t go back to reincarnate. Let’s be a snake for the rest of my life. , Waiting to reincarnate after death can be regarded as an extra experience.

Just let it wrap around my hand, I gradually took it away from the house, and finally took it off my arm when I reached the foot of the nearby mountain, put it in the grass, and said: "It's just a chance encounter, go , don’t stay in these places, there are many people in this place.”

I turned around and left after seeing the snake disappearing into the grass. The relationship between people is very fake, but the relationship between these small animals and people is very real. Humans who rule the whole world can’t even compare to this I am really ashamed of these little animals.

Speaking of which, there are many acquaintances around me now, including Xiaoxi, Lin Qu, the hair-eating ghost, and the little devil in the bottle, and more than a dozen masters in the group. These are all my acquaintances.

I never thought that there would be so many close people around me before, maybe this is just unintentional insertion.

I used to look for a job for a few days, but finally gave up. At that time, I had just come into contact with the period of two years. I panicked and wanted to prepare everything in a short time. Only after I calmed down did I understand. If you can't eat hot tofu, some things are destined to take your time, even if you don't have time.

It’s very late now. Except for a few cars passing by occasionally, there are only street lights and street trees for ten years on the street. There are almost no people. I don’t know why. Since I was a child, I like quiet places and don’t like noisy places. , Now this kind of environment is just what I want, and I don't want to go home for the time being, so I started wandering around in this empty city.

The temperature is already very low at night. Looking at it like this, winter has really come. In three days, I will really be 31 years old.

Walking through various streets and alleys, sometimes a few young people passed by me, and listening to their tone, they waited until their parents fell asleep and came out to surf the Internet.

Looking at their backs, I shook my head. People are always like this. They don’t cherish their loved ones when they are around, and regret why they didn’t accompany them until they lost them. I bet these young people will definitely regret it.

When their backs disappeared at the end of the street, I continued to walk forward. In front of us was another scenic spot, which was a park. I had been here several times before, and every time I met a large group of people at the gate of the park. The old beggars, some of them are liars, and some of them are really forced to make ends meet.

Generally, homeless old people will find a place to lie down under the bridge at the entrance of the park for the night. Those who don't spend the night outside are generally liars.

Outside the gate of this park is a bridge, not for dredging water, but for facilitating traffic. The bridge is a road, and there are cars passing by below.

Standing in front of the bridge and looking at it, there are many old people staying under the bridge. Most of their clothes are black and tattered. It looks very sad. In fact, when I was 20 years old, I also thought about it. If I am old and no one takes care of me, will I be like them, begging in crowded places.

I looked at these poor old people here, and I was going to walk over silently.

When I was about to leave, I saw a person in the most remote corner of the bridge moving around, also wearing dark clothes.

This should also be an old man. I watched him for more than ten seconds, and he kept moving. Out of doubt, I stepped forward and asked, "Old man, what's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"

As soon as I asked, he stopped and lay there motionless.

"Are you okay?" I continued to ask.

He didn't answer, so I didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

After walking about 100 meters, I sat down on a bench and looked around. The old man started to move again under the bridge. , He should be over 70 years old. Where he was lying just now, there was another person lying there, and a dark quilt was spread under their bodies.

The old man who left didn't know where he went. I sat here for more than [-] minutes and didn't see him come back. I checked the time and it was late, so I got up and went home.

I went home and took a shower, and shaved my beard. I didn't shave for a few days, and it grew back. With a beard, I looked old for many years.

I shaved off my beard, went back to bed and played with my props, which are now my second life, and I couldn't survive without them.

When I woke up the next day, there was no one in the room, and the weather outside was fine. After washing up, I went out after eating.

Still under the bridge, it was very strange this time, the old people who were begging here had all left, and there was no one there.

I am very puzzled, is it possible that the urban management even chased these old people?It's too heartless.

This park is open to the public for free. I walked in and walked around and then came out. When I got out of the park, I went to a small stall by the bridge and asked, "Why are there no old beggars in these places?"

The person who set up the stall looked at me and said, "I just came here, I don't know..."

I had to turn to another stall, but he told me that there were dead people here, several beggars died one after another, and the police took all the beggars away for fear of another accident.

I said a word, it turned out to be like this, and then I asked about the details of what happened, and they all said they didn't know, and the police had settled these things before they came here.

I said oh again, there are people coming and going here, if I were the police, I would solve it quickly.

After asking a few words, I walked to the place where the old man left last night. When I saw the ground, I was a little surprised. On the ground where the old man walked, I saw a piece of dried blood.

I ran over to the people who set up the stalls: "Did that person die there?"

They nodded and said, "It seems so."

I thought of the old man who left there yesterday. He left here. Could it be related to him? It seems that there will be disharmony among beggars.

I really don't understand them, they are all in this world, why do they have to embarrass each other, isn't it good to spend the last few years in peace.

These matters are the affairs of the police, regardless of mine, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't worry about it.

I didn’t stay here for a long time, I left after I went out of the park, and went to places where some old people gather. These places are the best places to get the latest news. These old people discussed a wide range of things, ranging from state affairs to trivial matters Small things, sometimes even a telephone pole on the road, are within the scope of their discussion.

After discovering this function of the elderly, I will come to the places where these old people like to come to sit from time to time.

These old people were indeed gossiping, and began to sigh about national affairs, such as the United States, China and Japan, and after talking about national affairs, they began to gossip about the people around them.

One of the old men said that there was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old female student next to their house, who suddenly became stupid more than ten days ago, and no problem was found in the hospital, and now she is looking for folk prescriptions everywhere.

I didn’t listen after hearing this, and most of the following words were boring. When I just got up and left, an old man talked about the murder of the beggar.

"Another beggar died at the bridge today."

"I heard that the head was chopped off again. It's scary."

I listened, and went back to the bench, and heard them talk about it, and if it wasn't reliable, it was a good story.

"Two of them died here, and they both had their heads chopped off. The police have already found the murderer according to the surveillance video, but they couldn't catch him."

I listened, interjected, and said, "Why can't you catch him?"

Those old men glanced at me and said, "Well, they are also a beggar. They killed them and left. Where can I find them? I don't think it will take long. They will kill beggars again. You say they are all beggars. Why bother?" What about others?"

(End of this chapter)