The Underworld Detective

I have one more thing to do. I have to burn a few sheets of paper. Respecting the dead is a tradition in this business. The rules of the ancient ancestors cannot be broken.

Wang Dali freaked out and rushed us away: “Don't stay here. It's not good to be caught up in a ghost. ”

Huang Xiaotao deliberately frightened him: “The ghost loves to look for you. She was also a beauty before the end of the summer. You can come here for a while. ”

We went into the classroom, Wang Dali hesitated for a while, shouting ‘Wait for me’ and followed.

He came to the third floor, and suddenly there was a sudden noise in the classroom, and it was astonishing. Wang Dali grabbed my arm now, even Huang Xiaotao was a little hairy: “Song Yang, can't there really be anything? ”

“I've always thought that it wasn't the ghosts that were most terrifying, but the hearts and minds.” I explained faintly.

“That makes sense, but I'm still afraid..." Wang Dali said.

“I despise you so much, I'd really like to give you a new song from Jay Week.” Huang Xiaotao laughed.

“What?” Wang Dali asked.

“What a man!" ”Huang Xiaotao chuckled.

We came to the fourth music class, and the white curtains flickered in the moonlight, casting a light shadow on the piano that had witnessed a love and hatred, and the atmosphere was so gloomy that the wind seemed to blow the piano cover down.

I was about to step in. Wang Dali grabbed my arm tightly: “Song Yang, forget it. If we hear the sound of the music, we won't be able to walk. ”

“That's a rumor!” I said.

“Those two girls didn't see it with their own eyes last night...” Wang Dalizhiwu said.

I mean the four ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling ceiling,

I explained: "Deng Chao bought some strings and tied them to the ceiling fan leaves in varying lengths, then opened the ceiling fan to see the ‘special effects' of flying strings all over the house. ”

“Shit, it's that simple. I didn't think so!” Wang Dali slapped his leg in annoyance.

I told them to stay here if they were scared, and they walked in, and they followed me in.

I lit yellow paper in front of the piano, recited a "curse to life", hoping that the former late summer school sister would be rested, yellow paper slowly burned in my hands, turned into paper ash, and then rolled away by a dark wind.

Huang Xiaotao suddenly lowered his voice and I turned my head. Wang Dali fell to the ground, spitting foam in his mouth and twitching all over his body. He freaked me out and hurried over to the person who pinched him and pressed his chest. When Wang Dali turned his eyes and sat up straight.

“Vigorous, are you all right...”

I suddenly found his expression strange and Huang Xiaotao couldn't help but take a step back.

Wang Dali's throat suddenly sounded a fine woman's voice: “I loved him so much, I thought he was everything, why did he kill me? Why! I've been waiting here so long! ”

Huang Xiaotao and I were both frightened. I had no idea how Wang Dali could have come to this situation. I had to explain with a stiff scalp: “Sister, love is not supposed to be the equivalent, how much you give to others does not mean how much you can take back. ”

Wang Dali suddenly kicked his legs and threw them on the ground: “But I love him! I loved him with all my heart and soul, but he said he was depressed and in pain, and he killed me, mutilated me, and stuck me in the piano! I just want to have a simple, innocent love, why can't I get it, why is the world so unfair to me! ”

“He suffered because you gave him too much to breathe.” I persuade.

Wang Dali stared at me so hard that his teeth snarled: “Even you said that, you men have no good things, you are all ambitious! I'm gonna kill you all! ”

I was frightened to sweat. I suspected Wang Dali had heard a lot about the ghost in white, combined with the special environment in the music class, which caused him to develop intermittent mental illness, briefly lose himself, and fantasize about himself as the late summer school sister.

Nor has this ever happened. My grandfather had a case in his life. On the eve of Qing Ming Festival, when a rural sister-in-law gave her husband a grave, he was suddenly possessed by his' deceased husband '. He bit his teeth and dragged his neighbor to the police station, saying that he was pushed down the river by this scum. Later, after a police investigation, it was discovered that the rural sister-in-law had actually committed adultery with her neighbours and conspired to drown her husband. She had always felt guilty, and it was only when she finally went to the grave that her emotions broke out that this mental illness appeared.

Often in such situations, people are unreasonable and there is a real risk of killing without speculation.

Then Huang Xiaotao slowly came over, and I whispered, “Don't go over there! ”

However, Wang Dali did not resist. Huang Xiaotao slowly approached him and then extended his arm to hold him in his arms.

“Sister knows you are bitter, you have lived too hard since you were a child, finally there is someone who loves you, so you want to grasp it tightly, and then he fails you again, you are too bitter, too bitter. ”

Yellow Peach actually shed tears.

Huang Xiaotao patted him gently on the back: “The ambitious man is dead, go and give birth! Find a warm family born, get the love and friendship you deserve, and love. Women have to be strong and smart. This is not a good idea. Let's change it again. Remember, before you meet the right person, everyone else is a fountain pen. Don't fail yourself. ”

Wang Dali burst into tears: “But I can't let him go. ”

Huang Xiaotao scolded: “Psst, he is a scum man, scum, he is not worthy of you, he is not worthy of you! You're so smart, beautiful, gentle, and school flowers, you've suffered enough, and I'm sure you'll find something better in the next life. ”

Wang Dali burst into tears, crying and crying. When his eyes turned, he fainted.

Huang Xiaotao gently placed Wang Dali on the ground, wiped tears, and said proudly: “How is Sister's ability to persuade? ”

I almost bled out, “Oh, shit, you're pretending to cry! ”

“There is no persuasion in not squeezing tears.” She wiped away her tears. These tear glands were comfortable. I took them in my heart. “You're too bad for this. You can't reason with a lunatic. A lunatic can reason with you? ”

“Teach, teach!” I was ashamed to nod my head.

At this time Wang Dali suddenly took a long breath and sat up from the ground. His face blurred, "What just happened? How did I get wet on my face? ”

I'm going to say that he went crazy and thought he could scare the son of a bitch off again, so he silenced with Huang Xiao Tao, saying that he was just scared.

Wang Dali's possession is true or false, I don't know, but I believe he was just hinted at by the strange atmosphere and hypnotized himself.

Wang Dali urged him to leave. I said wait, then took out two strands of yellow paper and burned it on the ground. They wondered why I had to burn paper?

I said, "This is for Ma Bao, this is for Zhang Kai, the deceased is big! As a forgery, I tested their bodies, disrespecting them, so make small amends. ”

I waved out the window: “Gentlemen, hurry up and throw in the tire. I've washed your grievances for you. There's nothing left to worry about. ”

Bright moon like water, a breeze rolling with paper ash, floating out the window.