Otherworldly Merchant

The mouse man's face was slightly pale, apparently reminiscent of the scene at the time.

I noticed a loophole in his words: “If you found the demon pestle last week, why not send it back to Uncle Chen immediately, but wait for so many geniuses? ”

The rat man stared at me and laughed: "Brother is a wise man at first glance, I dare not deceive you. In fact, after I got the demon pestle, I thought it was worth something, and if it was more expensive than the old man opened it for me, I would hand it over and sell it. Who knows how many people ask, they say this thing is evil, it is used to suppress evil ghosts, nobody dares to take it, so I have to send it to the old man. ”

That doesn't sound like a lie. I nodded. “Did Uncle Chen tell you who the body was? ”

“That's not true!” The rat man shook his head in vain: “As long as I work at a reasonable price, I will barely talk, and the more secrets I know, the quicker I die. ”

“Do you remember where the body was buried?” I went on to ask.

The rat man stared at me somewhat skeptically: "Who the hell are you and why do you care so much about this? What do you have to do with the old man? ”

And I smiled, and I said, "Now that you've taken my money, answer my question. How can you say so much? ”

The rat man shrunk his neck: “The location of the body is quite remote. You asked me to find it, but let me say, I don't understand. Well, I'll leave you a business card, and if you need it back, you can call me, as long as the price is reasonable, and there's nothing I can't do. Now I have to get out of here, or I'll be dead if someone finds out about this. ”

As he said, he stuffed me with a business card of poor workmanship and ran off without going back to the wall.

I looked at his back and couldn't help but smile silently, thinking that maybe I could use it in the future, so I put my card away and went to meet Yin Xinyue. She looked at me and asked with some concern, "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you. ”

I had to go randomly: “Nowhere, just two laps around the presbyterian home, the view is nice and the air is nice.” Yin Xinyue didn't really think about it either. He dragged me into the activity room and talked to the old people again.

Though members of the Caring Societies are a group of middle-aged mothers, they sing and dance well, making the elderly happy. It can be seen that they have not been so happy in a long time.

Just so that the merging scene lasted only a moment, a college student who was a volunteer rushed into the activity room in panic and shouted unequivocally: "Dead man, dead man!” He pointed behind him in panic and said with a pale face: "Uncle Chen... Uncle Chen is dead! ”

Uncle Chan is dead?

The activity room suddenly fell into a dead silence, the dean ran out first, several employees immediately followed, everyone looked a little ugly.

Does Uncle Chan's death have anything to do with that spiritual nail? Thinking of this, I can no longer sit down. I appeased Yin Xinyue a few words and hurried to catch up.

Uncle Chen died in his room with his mouth wide open and his face gray on the bed. The spiritual nail was stuck in his heart at this moment. Blood spread over him, staining his coat and sheets red.

His right hand held part of the spiritual nail gently, apparently with the last strenuous effort to insert the nail into his heart.

The scene scared the dean and the staff. Fortunately, the dean was still calm. The staff was instructed to contact Uncle Chen's family immediately.

I slowly walked out of the room and stood in the hallway looking at Uncle Chen's body. Previously in the activity room, I heard from others that Uncle Chen had been paralyzed in bed for more than two months. He had been ill since he went to the nursing home, and his spirit was very depressing. He hardly ever greeted anyone. He sat alone in the room. He sat all day. Everyone said that his character was strange and indifferent and difficult to get close to.

He had only one daughter, but the relationship with each other was also amazing. Although the daughter appeared to be ready for Uncle Chen to shush and ask warmth, Uncle Chen was not grateful and always had a face on her face and never spoke to her.

His son-in-law was a good man with a successful career. He was very kind to Uncle Chen, but he turned a blind eye to him.

Who in the world would stick their hot face up someone else's cold ass? After a long time, Uncle Chen's daughter and son-in-law just came by occasionally and sat for a short while. Until two months ago, Uncle Chen stroke was paralyzed in bed. After examining the doctor on duty at the nursing home, he informed Uncle Chen's family. Only Uncle Chen's daughter came alone and left after making sure that nothing was wrong.

Since then, Uncle Chen's body has become weaker and weaker, but his heart has been holding on as if it were some unfinished wish.

If that's the case, can I connect this so-called last-minute insistence with the spiritual nail? What the hell happened to an old, seriously ill man who killed himself after he got it?

The police were then present, the scene was surveyed and everyone was recorded.

After dealing with the police, under the leadership of Fatty, the frightened members of the group boarded the Chinese bus and were ready to leave this unlucky place. Originally, because the members of the TV station did not arrive, they blamed Fatty for choosing the wrong day, and did not go out to see the Yellow Calendar.

The Fat Leader spoke indiscriminately, comforting everyone's emotions while orderly organizations left. A few cowardly volunteer college students offered to leave with us, and Fatty said yes with pleasure.

As I walked out the door to the nursing home, I happened to pass by with Uncle Chen's daughter, who rushed in. She still had a fine makeup. Although she was in a hurry, she couldn't see the slightest sadness on her face. I even perceived a glimmer of relief between her eyebrows.

I couldn't help but stop and stare at her back a little strangely.

Whatever the gap between her and Uncle Chen, the moment she heard about her father's death, she didn't show any sadness about her family's departure. What was the secret in the middle?

Without waiting for me to come up with a result, Yin Xinyue had taken me in the car and sighed and said: "You are almost Conan now. Everywhere you go, you are dead. What can you do? ”

Does it have anything to do with me? I was speechless for a while.

We got on the Chinese bus, because of Uncle Chen's passing away, the atmosphere was very lively and calm. Everyone was sitting in the position, waiting for the car to start and leave the ghost place.

The car was caught in a terrible silence.

Only one college girl sat in the last row whispering, and a few people beside her were still comforting her: "Don't cry, it's common for people to die of old age, and don't be too sad. We all know you care about Uncle Chen, but you also need to pay attention to your body. ”

The schoolgirl nodded her head and wiped tears.