Mysterious Recovery

"Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"

"My name is He Feng, and I am a reporter. I have been investigating one thing for many years, that is, whether there are ghosts in this world, because I believe that there are ghosts in this world, but I have never discovered them. To prove this, I took advantage of my work to visit many places and asked many people. After my investigation and evidence collection, I found that the older the older people, the more they believe that there are ghosts in this world, and the younger people On the contrary, I feel that there are no ghosts in this world.”

"Is it the older generation who are superstitious? Or have they really seen something scary before, so they are so convinced?"

"I don't know, but out of interest and persistence, I came to a nursing home in Dadong City to investigate this time. I hope I can gain something different this time,"

A muscular man with glasses, rough skin, and a strong body is currently recording with a voice recorder. After recording, He Feng put away the recording pen, bought some gifts nearby, and then walked into the nursing home with the gifts.

The reason for choosing the three places is that He Feng thinks that it is most likely to interview valuable clues here, because the nursing homes are full of elderly people who have experienced many things. Maybe any elderly person has really come into contact with some unimaginable things. Secondly, the elderly in nursing homes lack companionship, and the difficulty of visiting is the lowest.

After He Feng walked into the nursing home, he communicated with the director, got permission, and then prepared to start a formal interview.

He is not in a hurry, but is picking interview targets.

There are a lot of old people in the nursing home. If they all go to interview, then he doesn't have so much time. After all, He Feng still has to work, go to work, and make money, so he can only choose a few old people to interview, so he needs to rely on his own artificial resources. to filter.

He Feng has worked for many years, and he still has some ability to know people. Although some old people are not good-looking, his face is full of stories.

"Let's start with the old man."

Soon, He Feng found an old man. The old man was sitting under a big tree in a wheelchair, bathed in dappled sunlight, and looked very lonely. Accompanied by one side.

But the old man squinted his eyes and dozed off, seeming to enjoy all of this, very comfortable.

"An old man who can enjoy solitude must have a very strong heart. Such people usually have extraordinary experiences when they are young." He Feng thought to himself.

He walked over with a present.

The old man in the wheelchair didn't notice anyone approaching, and seemed to have really fallen asleep.

"Master, sir, wake up, can you hear me?"

He Feng yelled softly from the side. Although it is not polite to interrupt the old man's rest, there is nothing he can do about it. After all, he only has two hours to interview today.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and he took a look: "Young man, which family are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I'm really sorry for interrupting your rest just now. I'm a reporter and I'm doing an interview. Are you free? Can I ask you a few questions? It will be soon, and it won't take much of your time." He Feng was very excited. Said politely, and took out the recording pen at the same time.

"Interview? Not interested, go find someone else." The old man refused.

"Please accept this gift. I sincerely hope that you can accept my interview. Please." He Feng handed over the gift and pleaded again.

The old man snorted and threw the gift aside, not giving He Feng any good looks.

"Old Zhang, your temper is still so stinky. The young man is so polite. He even gave you something and asked you a few questions, but you didn't agree. No wonder no one chats with you. You deserve to die alone."

At this time, an old man who was walking couldn't help but said after seeing this scene.

The old man in the wheelchair was called Lao Zhang, and he snorted, "You're so kind, then come for an interview, I'm not interested."

"Don't tell me, I'd love to be interviewed, young man, come here, come here, you come to interview me, if you have any questions, just ask, I have a much better temper than him, and I like chatting with people the most." The old man who was walking walked away. Come over and sit down under a big tree.

He Feng smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't refuse. He immediately shifted his target and interviewed the old man who was walking: "Master, what's your surname."

"My name is Sun."

This Uncle Sun is very enthusiastic: "Young man, don't stand, come, sit here, it's good to sit and do interviews, it's tiring to stand up." "Okay, Uncle Sun, I will officially start."

He Feng turned on the recorder: "Uncle Sun, the first question I want to ask you is, do you believe in ghosts in this world?" "What? What? Ghosts?"

Uncle Sun shook his head quickly: "I'm not superstitious, I'm an unswerving scientist, although when I was young, many friends told me ghost stories, where are haunted, where are dead people, I don't believe it at all , If it’s really a ghost, why haven’t I seen it? Young man, how can you be so feudal at such a young age? Do you know what Big Brother Bang is?"

When this Uncle Sun opened the topic, he began to babble, ready to brag about some of his great achievements when he was young.

He Feng was not surprised by this, he thought about how to change the topic, or end the interview as soon as possible.

Because this Uncle Sun doesn't seem like a person with a story at all, and it's not worth spending time to interview.

"The haunting was so fierce back then, how did you, an ignorant old idiot, survive? You should be glad that you have never seen a ghost in your life. If you had, you idiot would have died long ago." On the side, that The old man surnamed Zhang who was sitting in a wheelchair got angry and scolded that old man Sun.

"Old Zhang, what are you talking about? You cursed me to death? I was the big brother in the past. When did I suffer from this?" Old man Sun couldn't bear the scolding anymore. He stood up and wanted to regain his position.

At this moment, He Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, looking straight at the old man surnamed Zhang, his heart slipped inexplicably.

This old man really has a story, he seems to know something.

"Uncle Sun, calm down, I will push Uncle Zhang away, so I won't disturb you for a walk."

He Feng didn't want the two old men to continue arguing here, so he acted immediately, pushed the wheelchair and took that Uncle Zhang and fled here at high speed.

"Old Zhang, don't leave if you are capable, I will challenge you one-on-one today." Uncle Sun said cursingly. But He Feng ran even faster, he didn't want to let go of this excellent interview opportunity.

Push this Uncle Zhang back into the building, and then find an empty room to put him down.

"I thought you, a reporter, were the same as the other batch of reporters. When you came up, you asked, how are you doing, are you happy, bah, you are as annoying as flies, you say you are not doing well, you are not happy, they It won't be broadcast, and it's the same as asking for nothing." Uncle Zhang seems to have a deep prejudice against reporters.

"Master, this is a private interview. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is He Feng. I have been looking for supernatural events among the people. I just heard from my uncle that hauntings used to be very fierce? What is this sentence?" Meaning, have there been ghosts here before?" He Feng asked.

"It's not that the nursing home is haunted, it's that there are ghosts." Uncle Zhang pointed in a direction outside the window.

He Feng looked in the direction he pointed, but there was nothing outside the window: "Master, where are you talking about?" "There used to be a building there, but it was demolished later."

Uncle Zhang said with a bit of reminiscence: "It's not just that building that was haunted. At that time, ghosts were all over the country. The places where the haunts were so fierce were sealed off. I don't know how many people died."

"A city haunted by ghosts?" He Feng was shocked, very surprised.

real or fake?

"Master, I remember that there were indeed some disasters in various parts of the country about sixty years ago, such as chemical plant leaks, large-scale influenza, and earthquakes, but those were natural disasters, and I have never heard of cities being closed because of ghosts." .” He Feng asked again.

Since he is visiting, he will naturally learn about some major events that happened in each era.

"What you said is all false, to cover up the truth of the haunting, ahem." Uncle Zhang was a little emotional at the moment, and couldn't help coughing.

"Master, don't get excited." He Feng hurriedly stood up to help the old man calm down.

After Uncle Zhang calmed down a little, He Feng continued to ask: "Master, you said that those disasters were all fake, do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence? What kind of evidence do you want? My personal experience is the evidence." Uncle Zhang snorted heavily: "If you don't believe me, don't ask so many questions. Do you think I really want to tell you these things?"

"Master, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe it. After all, the interview must be authentic. Then, sir, can you tell me about your experience when you were young?" He Feng apologized hastily, and then asked very curiously.

He thought the story of Uncle Zhang was very unusual. His visit today may achieve a major breakthrough.

Seeing that He Feng had such a good attitude, Uncle Zhang softened his heart, and then said slowly: "I don't really want to say that, because I have been trying to forget that experience back then as much as possible, but I The old man probably won't live long, since you want to hear it, then I have the right to tell a story."

He Feng didn't speak, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Uncle Zhang, and then got ready for the recording pen.

"My surname is Zhang, and my full name is Zhang Zhidong. I am a native of Dadong City."

The old man named Zhang Zhidong looked out of the window and said while recalling: "It was about 60 years ago, and I was only in my early twenties at that time.

, very young, but unfortunately, I had a tumor in my head at a young age. "

"The doctor said that the operation is very risky. If I don't have the operation, I can live for half a year at most. However, the night before the operation, I was lying on the hospital bed, but I suddenly disappeared from the hospital and came to the building over there. Down the building."

"Disappeared suddenly? Can you explain in detail?" He Feng hurriedly interrupted Zhang Zhidong, and then asked.

"Explain? How can I explain it to you? I haven't figured it out until now." Zhang Zhidong said.

"Master, keep talking." He Feng stopped asking and continued to listen.

Zhang Zhidong said: "I remember very clearly that I suddenly appeared under the building without even shoes on, only wearing a hospital gown, and the wind at night was very cold, I felt very cold at the time and there were some mysterious people Staring at me, I was terrified and thought they were kidnappers trying to cut my waist."

"Mysterious man?" He Feng hurriedly wrote down this important news.

"Later I realized that those mysterious people were not kidnappers. One of them seemed to be their boss. He wanted to make a deal with me. He asked me to sit on a red bench and perform surgery on me after the incident was over. At that time, I wanted to refuse to have the brain tumor removed, but I had no choice, so I was forced to sit on that red bench."

Zhang Zhidong paused at this point.

"Master, what is a stool? Can you explain in detail?" He Feng took this opportunity to ask.

"It's just a piece of wood, flattened and made into a bench. It was a relatively rare piece of furniture in my time." Zhang Zhidong gestured as he spoke.

As a reporter, He Feng was well-informed and had seen some old objects, so he quickly started drawing on the notebook according to Zhang Zhidong's description, and the Kung Fu Bench was finished in a short while.

"Master, is this what you mean?" He handed over the sketch.

Zhang Zhidong glanced at it and nodded: "Yes, it's this kind, but it's painted with red paint. I remember it being very bright. It's so bright that it looks like it's dripping blood."

"I was forcefully pushed down on the red bench by the mysterious man at the head, and the moment I sat on it, I saw something that I will never forget in my life."

"What?" He Feng asked.

Zhang Zhidong lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Ghost."

ghost?

He Feng was startled for a moment, and then burst into ecstasy.

After investigating for so long, I actually met a person who had actually seen a ghost today.

"Is it really a ghost? If there is a ghost on that stool, why didn't you notice it before? Did that ghost do anything to you?" He Feng followed up with a series of inquiries.

Zhang Zhidong said to himself: "I can't understand that scene, because there was nothing on that red stool before, but when I sat on it, a ghost also appeared on the stool."

"Although it was night that day, I could see clearly that the ghost had no legs, and seemed to be growing with the red bench, and the ghost really wanted to kill me."

"But at that time, all I had was fear, I couldn't move my body, and I couldn't leave the wooden bench."

"The mysterious man didn't know what he did at the time. The ghost didn't kill me in the end, and I was pulled up after sitting on that bench for a short time. Strange to say, as soon as I got off the red wooden bench , the ghost disappeared, and there was nothing on the wooden bench.”

Zhi Ke listened to suppress the excitement in his heart, while looking for Li and at the same time, Du Wei's 3 photoshoots under the army

There is a ghost on the red bench, which can only be seen after sitting down.

The ghost wanted to kill Zhang Zhidong, but the mysterious man stopped him by some means.

"In this way, I inexplicably completed the deal with that mysterious person. He took the red wooden stool and left quickly with several other mysterious people. But after a few seconds, the strange person disappeared. But the mysterious man appeared again, and he said he would help me complete the operation."

Zhang Zhidong made gestures as he spoke, and reached out to poke He Feng's forehead: "It's like this, that mysterious man stretched out a pitch-black hand, and it went right through my head, knocking out all the things in my head." The tumor was taken out."

He Feng covered his head, then rubbed it, and then said: "Is it so amazing? It sounds like an ancient fairy tale." "The reality is more bizarre than the story." Zhang Zhidong snorted: "There is no such operation as that person back then." , I would have died a long time ago, and it is impossible to survive.”

"By the way, sir, do you remember that person's appearance?" He Feng asked again.

Zhang Zhidong shook his head: "I don't remember, but I remember that person's name. After the operation, I realized that those people did not mean anything to me, so I mustered up the courage to ask one more question. Although that person looked cold, But the person is very nice, and he took the initiative to respond to me.”

He asked.

"Yang Jian?" He Feng quickly wrote down the name, which was another important clue.

"Master, who do you think Yang Jian is? From your description, the group of them seems to have extraordinary abilities."

Zhang Zhidong said: "At that time, there were ghosts everywhere, so naturally there were people who would fight against the ghosts. Later, when the hauntings became more serious, I got some information. These special people were called ghost masters."

"Ghost master? It sounds like a special profession, similar to the exorcist and exorcist in film and television works." Feng said.

Zhang Zhidong ignored it and just sighed: "Unfortunately, I haven't seen that Yang Jian since then, and I haven't met a ghost again. Now even if I say it, I don't believe it. If it wasn't for me, I would still Keeping the case back then, I wonder if I have a brain problem and have hallucinations."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, being alive is better than anything else."

"Young man, my story is over, do you have anything else to interview?"

He Feng said: "No, thank you for your cooperation. I didn't expect to hear such a bizarre story today. By the way, can I have a look at your medical records?"

"No problem, I'll take you to get it." Zhang Zhidong said.

He Feng immediately got up and pushed the wheelchair.

Zhang Zhidong brought the young reporter to his room, and handed him the case that had been dusty for a long time: "It's useless for me to keep it, I'll give it to you, I don't know if it counts as evidence."

When He Feng heard this, he thanked him repeatedly. He solemnly put away the case and went back to study it slowly.

"By the way, what's wrong with your leg? I know a few good doctors~www.readwn.com~ who may be able to help you." He then asked with concern.

"You young man is very kind, but my legs cannot be cured by a doctor." Zhang Zhidong shook his head, then pulled up his pants to expose his legs.

He Feng glanced at it and immediately narrowed his eyes.

What kind of legs are those? Skinny, twisted, it's hard to believe that they are a pair of legs from a living person. "I was limping very early. I guess it was the hidden danger left by sitting on the red bench. At that time, many people said that ghosts were very scary, and people who touched ghosts would become unlucky. I think This sentence is correct, young man, you want to trace the traces of the ghost, I advise you to be careful, don't lose your life in a daze."

Zhang Zhidong put down his trousers again, covering his horrible legs.

He Feng took this opportunity to take a photo, which he thought was evidence that the story told by the old man named Zhang Zhidong was not false.

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