Buried fire

Lu Huanyi planned to go to the building in the deepest part of the community to have a look again at night. It would be best if he could find the scene of the crime. Maybe there would be grievances or other discoveries at the scene.

If according to what the boss said, the woman killed her husband and son and then committed suicide, then even if the family of three became ghosts, they should have devoured each other long ago and would no longer exist in the world—the ghost he caught last night came from Where did it come from?What is the origin of that female ghost I saw this morning?

There has never been a saying that ghosts are attracted to each other. They will only devour their own kind. What's more, they linger in the world for a long time, killing human beings indiscriminately for pleasure. How can there be two ghosts in a community at the same time?

Even if there are two ghosts living in a community, people in the whole community will not dare to turn on the lights and dare not make a sound because the two ghosts have become dark. I didn't feel the presence of any ghosts, and the lights were turned on every night, and I was never visited by ghosts.

Yan Chenyuan's detachment is in charge of this kind of incidents, have they not received a report or have they not taken care of it at all?

After returning home, Lu Huanyi immediately took out his mobile phone and called Yan Chenyuan. The phone rang twice and was quickly hung up. Lu Huanyi guessed that he had something to do, so he threw the phone aside and planned to I'll call Yan Chenyuan in the evening.

Yin Zhu was still asleep, Lu Huanyi was in the same posture before he went out, and he was still in the same posture when he came back, even the upturned hair on the top of his head did not fall down.

Lu Huanyi turned the TV volume down to the minimum, tuned to a slightly interesting talk show, and then leaned on the sofa, watching it one by one.

Although he wouldn't wake up Yin Zhu if he didn't turn down his voice, Lu Huanyi habitually turned down his voice.

The host on the screen was speaking at a moderate speed, with a low and pleasant voice. Lu Huanyi casually took a pillow and hugged it into his arms, and rubbed it vigorously. Slowly, tiredness enveloped his whole body.Before falling asleep, Lu Huanyi took the time to think about it. Hibernation might be contagious. At least before meeting Yin Zhu, he never felt sleepy in winter like he is now.

Lu Huanyi seldom had dreams, and more often he would naturally forget them after waking up. The things he did not forget were either too imaginative, or they were about things that really happened when he was a child.

As long as he can remember, he stayed at the teacher's gate, followed the third senior brother to dig out the bird's nest and swim in the river, and ran to the foot of the mountain to bully Er Ya, doing all kinds of evil, annoying everyone.As he grew older, the third senior brother went down the mountain to seek enlightenment, and the person who brought him became a senior senior brother.

But Lu Huanyi's favorite is the master. The master is like an old child. When he was a child, he broke his knee and covered the wound and cried bitterly. The master sat next to him and gave himself medicine. He broke into the door and gave Master a slap on the head before he could hold back his voice.

It's a pity that Master often has important things to do and doesn't have time to take him with him. He stays in Tibet for a week or two, and often comes out dizzy from flipping through the books and bumps his head against the pillars at the door of the Tibet.

There were too many collisions, and the pillar at the Tibetan gate was also demolished by Master and others.

The third senior brother who played with him came down the mountain, and a senior senior brother with rigid facial paralysis came. Lu Huanyi just felt bored, and kept arguing all day long to go to play with his master. He picked up his collar and carried him out of the hidden wooden door.

It was Lixia that day, and the sun that had heated up early was a little scorching on the skin. Lu Huanyi hid under the eaves, hiding from the sweltering heat in the afternoon. Before he even raised his hand to knock on the door, he heard a long sigh from someone inside.

"No matter how many books you read, you can't find a way to save him, fate is destined..."

It was the second uncle's voice.

"But there is always a glimmer of hope. I will save him by bringing him back from the mountain," Lu Huanyi glanced quietly through the open window, and saw that the master was sitting on a chair with books piled up at his feet. , "This child is kind-hearted and should live to be a hundred years old."

"Fate is fixed, he can only live to be twenty," Second Martial Uncle picked up a booklet from the ground and patted the ashes on it, "If an accident happens midway, he won't even live to be twenty."

Not even twenty.

Lu Huanyi opened his eyes, the whole house had been plunged into darkness, the talk show on the TV screen had long since ended, and the evening news of the local station was playing at this time, the light on the screen seemed a bit dazzling in the darkness, he stretched out Lazy, he got up and walked to the wall, and slapped the light on.

The sudden lighting made people feel a little uncomfortable. Lu Huanyi closed his eyes for a while to get used to it, and then slowly opened them. He touched his stomach that was a little deflated from hunger, and was going to get something to eat. Go to the building in the neighborhood to find out.

Uncle Yin still hasn't woken up. He doesn't know when he will wake up. It is estimated that when Lu Huanyi throws him back on the mountain, he will be frozen, and then he will be able to open his eyelids, and walk back step by step, as if afraid of trampling ants to death.

Lu Huanyi cooked himself a bowl of dumplings, which were not as delicious as the few packets Yan Chenyuan bought back. The taste was okay, but it could fill his stomach, and his requirements for food were not that high.After washing the bowl and coming out, Lu Huanyi glanced at the lazy chair again, and couldn't help laughing, "Are you awake?"

"Hungry." Yin Zhu blinked and looked at Lu Huanyi.

"It's exhausting for you to just lie down all day, right... let's eat dumplings," Lu Huanyi patted on the chair, "You cook it yourself, I'm going out for a while."

"En." Yin Zhu responded without moving.

Lu Huanyi got used to his way of doing things, no matter what he got up to do, he had to stand still for a while before getting up. He turned his chair around, pointed to the corner of the refrigerator that could be seen by the kitchen door, and said, "Open the bottom door, the bottom door The second layer is quick-frozen dumplings, you can choose the ones with a few flavors... Hey, don’t you know how to cook?”

"En." Yin Zhu replied again.

"I think you should call me uncle," Lu Huanyi pointed at him, "You know? I'm more like your uncle, the kind who worries about what you eat and drink."

Yin Zhu stared at his fingers, and they almost saw each other. He suddenly raised his hand to hold Lu Huanyi's wrist, and pulled his sleeve up. The places that were burned yesterday are already healed. Not even a scar was left, he pursed his lips, said nothing, and let go of Lu Huanyi's hand again.

Lu Huanyi glanced at him inexplicably, turned and went into the kitchen, and came out after a while, holding a large plate of dumplings in his hand, "Remember to wash the dishes after eating... Forget it, just take it in and put it on the counter, understand?"

"Understood," Yin Zhu nodded, watching Lu Huanyi take out a coat and put it on, put on a mask and scarf, and put a lot of yellow paper in his pocket. Asked, "Where are you going?"

"Catch ghosts." Lu Huanyi said, "This place is indeed a bit unusual, I'll go and have a look."

Yin Zhu nodded, stopped talking, moved to the table and ate dumplings in a low voice.

After the night fell, the temperature also dropped a lot. The cold air penetrated from any gaps and pressed against the skin. Lu Huanyi shivered as soon as he stepped downstairs.

He raised his head and looked up, and in the whole building, only the top floor where he lived was lit, but the light was very blurry from the outside, it only diffused to the edge of the wall and never went out again, as if it was covered with a hood , looking at it from a distance has nothing to do with those dark windows.

Lu Huanyi frowned, and quickly walked into the depths of the community.

The depths seem to be more gloomy than last night. The sound brought by the wind blowing through the corridor is like someone's sobbing. Going to the innermost building, I put one hand in my pocket and carefully held the yellow paper, and gently pushed aside the cloth strip that sealed the entrance of the corridor with the other.

Those cloth strips fell apart with a light touch. Lu Huanyi looked down at his fingers, and barely saw something on his fingertips from the darkness. There was a nauseous stench.

He snapped his fingers, and the things on his fingers fell slowly, but the smell could not go away. After rubbing his fingers vigorously on his pants, he walked in.

The stairs on the first floor were completely demolished, and there were still a lot of gravel and steel bars on the ground. Even the handrails beside the stairs were sawed off, leaving uneven cut surfaces with a lot of blood on them. Entering Lu Huanyi, he smelled a very uncomfortable smell.

The smell can't be called stinky, but it's really uncomfortable. Lu Huanyi gritted his teeth and swallowed the sour water in his mouth several times. It's useless.

He took out three pieces of yellow paper from his pocket, and gently squeezed the other hand in the air, as if something was being pinched in his hand, followed his movements to write a spell on the yellow paper, and after finishing writing, he would write a spell on the yellow paper. Throwing those charms into the air, the left and right ones ignited automatically, illuminating the environment he was in. The one in front of him emitted a faint orange light, and the air in the corridor suddenly improved a lot.

Lu Huanyi breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.

Lu Huanyi jumped up the fault with a kick behind his feet, and looked around.

Household 204 on the second floor, the door is covered with fake and useless spells, and some blood was splashed on the door, probably dog ​​blood. dirty stuff.

Lu Huanyi walked over, tore off a talisman on it, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Fake goods are deceiving people.

It's a total scribble.

He sighed, crumpled the fake talisman and threw it aside. He was thinking about how to open the door when the door creaked and opened. The house that hadn't passed the wind for a long time was full of dust, and there were disgusting things everywhere. The smell, but the door was still wide open, as if someone opened it inside, and said to him with a smiling face: Come in.

The mobile phone on the sofa rang for the third time, and when the fourth time was almost at the end, Yin Zhu was finally willing to leave his chair, and stretched out his hand to reach the mobile phone.

It probably belonged to Lu Huanyi. He saw him take it out two days ago to check the time.

He can also understand the flashing words on it—Uncle Yan is calling—he doesn't know how to get through.

When he swiped casually for a while and finally got through to the phone, Yan Chenyuan had already made the fifth call.

"What's the matter and suddenly called me?" Yan Chenyuan's voice sounded a little tired, "What happened?"

"...Ah." Yin Zhu was stunned for a moment, seeing the voice of a strange man coming from the thing in his hand, and after looking around to make sure there was nothing else, he followed Lu Huanyi's example and brought the phone to his ear ,"He's not in now."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and he asked, "Who are you?"

Yin Zhu thought about it seriously.

friend?brother?loved ones?family?neither.

He thought about what Lu Huanyi usually called him, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm his uncle."