1. Reappearance of funerary items
Fang Qingqun drove to the cemetery early in the morning. The old man guarding the tomb called him after Tianmengliang, saying he quit and wanted to go back to his hometown.
Fang Qingqun felt weird. He had been secretly happy that he could hire this somewhat confused old man. The old man is alone. His requirements for looking after the cemetery are not high. As long as there is a place to live and food, he doesn’t need a penny of salary. Fang Qingqun had promised to leave a place for the old man to stay in this cemetery, which is a cemetery with a lot of money. The old man burst into tears with gratitude.
“What’s the matter?” Fang Qingqun asked the old man.
“I was on surveillance last night and saw a dark figure standing next to your father’s tombstone…” The old man groaned for a while and said, “Maybe I’m not far away. It’s easy for people to see these things at this time. I’ve thought about it. It’s better to bury it in my hometown without spending money.”
Fang Qingqun’s heart shuddered, can the old man see through His mind? He promised to give the old man a place to stay in the cemetery a hundred years later, but it was prevarication that he couldn’t bear it. He said to the old man: “Perhaps someone stole something. I installed surveillance to prevent this from happening.”
“The person I saw on the surveillance video was wearing a Tang suit shroud and staying With a horoscope. I cleaned the cemetery this morning and looked at the photos on your father’s tombstone. It felt a bit like.” The old man said, and walked out of the hut with the baggage he had prepared.
Fang Qingqun was taken aback, and it took a long time to remember. He was busy playing back the surveillance video from last night, but he didn’t see a single figure from beginning to end. He only heard the old man’s shout from the recording device last night and saw the old man walking around the cemetery with a broom in horror.
Maybe the old man is really old, just look dazzled. Fang Qingqun walked out of the hut, he turned away in the cemetery, the cemetery was very clean. The old man is a diligent person. He once said that he is not only the security guard of this “community”, but also the cleaner here. He wants the underground people to rest in a clean environment.
Fang Qingqun stopped in front of his father’s grave. In a few days, it was his father’s death day. He wanted to hold a memorial ceremony for his father gracefully. His gaze fell on the portrait of the tombstone, his eyes widened instantly, and there were two water marks on the photo, extending from the corner of his father’s eyes to the bottom of the stele, like two tears. There was something gleaming under the tombstone, and he bent over to pick it up. Looking at what was in his hand, he had a cold war. It was a ring. Although it had some rust spots, he could still tell at a glance that it was his father’s funeral. More than ten years later, it appeared in front of his father’s tombstone.
Fang Qingqun remembered the old man’s words. The old man saw his father lower his head in front of the tombstone last night and drag something from his fingers. Did the old man really see his father last night? Otherwise, why would the funeral ring appear in the tomb?Next to the monument? What do the tears on my father’s face represent? A series of questions bothered him.
When Fang Qingqun drove to catch up with the old man, the old man was carrying a baggage on his back, walking awkwardly towards the train station.
“Master, you see, there is no one else in your house. After you go home, life is also a problem. It is better to stay in the cemetery. If something happens, I will take care of you.” Fang Qingqun tried his best to speak to the old man in a polite and sincere tone.
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Seeing the old man hesitating, Fang Qingqun dragged him into the car. (Uncle Ghost: http://www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
“Did you really see my father last night?” Fang Qingqun asked.
“I was not optimistic, I just saw the man standing by your father’s tombstone, wearing clothes that looked a bit like a face. When I went out with a broom, the man disappeared. . When I was cleaning the cemetery this morning, I looked at the photos on your father’s tombstone and felt a bit like. People say that only people who are dying can see people who have passed away. Am I about to get into the ground?” The old man babbled. Say.
Fang Qingqun heard his scalp faintly, but still said: “You may be mistaken, the camera is not clear originally, let alone at night! Nothing happened! You don’t have to worry so much about things.”
Second, sly
Although Fang Qingqun was uneasy in his heart, he gradually forgot after the day’s entertainment. What happened last night. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a rapid ringing of the telephone. Who will call in the middle of the night? He picked up the phone, and when he heard the old man’s hurried and old voice, the phone in his hand almost fell to the floor.
The old man said that he heard a scream from the cemetery, followed by a long and short moan, which was muffled, as if from the ground. He took a broomstick and circled the cemetery, but no one was seen. But he knew that it was not an illusion, and let Fang Qingqun go to the cemetery to have a look.
Of course Fang Qingqun did not dare to drive in the middle of the night. He did not come to the graveyard until dawn. The old man was standing at the gate of the cemetery, his body wet, and it seemed that he had been at the gate since the latter half of the night.
Fang Qingqun took the old man around the cemetery and found nothing unusual. Finally, they stopped in front of Fang Qingqun’s father’s tombstone, and Fang Qingqun said “Ah” There was a scream. The old man rubbed his bloodshot eyes and followed Fang Qingqun’s gaze…
In the portrait, some dark things dripped from the corners of Fang Qingqun’s father’s mouth. To the bottom of the stele. There is a white thing at the bottom of the stele. The old man picked up the thing tremblingly, then covered his nose and brought it to Fang Qingqun.
Fang Qingqun’s face turned pale, he can see clearly, It was a tooth, with some rotten yellow things on the tooth, it was a bit of shriveled rotten meat, and a pungent smell came over, it was a corpse smell. Could it be that this tooth belongs to Fang Qingqun’s father, and the dark thing dripping from the corner of his mouth is blood?
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Fang Qingqun and the old man looked at each other, their bodies trembling. The screams and groans that the old man heard last night were from Fang Qingqun’s father who was buried in the ground. He had a tooth pulled out abruptly.
Fang Qingqun played back the video from last night. He didn’t see any figure, but he heard a dull scream and a few moans. The sound was inaccessible, as if it came from underground .
“Master, what is going on? I saw tears on my father’s portrait yesterday, and his buried ring appeared next to the tombstone. Now, even his teeth appear. “Fang Qingqun asked the old man in horror.
The old man looked terrified, paused for a while, and then said dumbly: “I don’t know what’s going on, but I think there should be no difference between that and Yangjian. With tears and teeth, your father was not doing well there, and he was even bullied. Did you not give him money to burn paper lately? Maybe he was bullied because he had no money to spend there.”
“No, on holidays, I will burn paper for my father. He shouldn’t be short of money.” Fang Qingqun looked at the old man again, and then said, “Why not burn? Try some paper.”
Fang Qingqun did what he said. He bought a large stack of coins and burned them in front of his father’s grave, talking about it while burning. The paper dust was flying in the sky with the hot wind, falling on Fang Qingqun’s head a lot.
3. Broken shroud
The old man repeatedly asked Fang Qingqun to stay and stay with him for the night, but Fang Qingqun had something to do For the reason, he left in a panic. In fact, he had nothing to do today, but he did not dare to stay in this place full of dead people.
Fang Qingqun has trouble sleeping and eating all day, and a little noise can start him. He stares at the phone beside him in horror from time to time, fearing that the old man will call again.
Fortunately, the phone didn’t ring until the next day, but the unsure of the result made him even more restless. Without breakfast, he drove to the cemetery.
“It seems that your father really has no money there. He didn’t have anything last night.” The old man said as he was cooking, his spirit improved a lot. Fang Qingqun took a sigh of relief and finally found the crux. He would burn some paper every few days, anyway, Ming coins were worthless.
It’s okay, Fang Qingqun’s heart immediately relaxed. He hummed, walked between the tombstones, and came to his father’s grave. He stopped. He wanted to sweep away the paper ashes left at his father’s grave. Suddenly he found that between the tombstone and the tomb, a dark yellow object was exposedcome out. He walked over, held a corner, took it up, and when he looked closely, he screamed and threw the thing away. The old man heard the sound and ran over with a kitchen knife, “What’s the matter?”
“I…my father’s shroud…” Fang Qingqun said incoherently, pointing with trembling fingers That thing. The old man walked past tremblingly, as if he saw a poisonous snake, he stopped two meters away.
It was a worn-out shroud in Tang suit style. It could be seen that it was apricot-yellow, and the shroud was incomplete, as if torn. The old man turned around and asked Fang Qingqun who was still sitting on the ground, “This is your father’s?” Fang Qingqun nodded and looked at the old man in horror.
The old man was speechless for a while, everything in front of him proved that their judgment was wrong, and the “money” Fang Qingqun sent to his father didn’t help. First, he put the ring next to the tombstone with tears, and then he was forced to pull out a tooth. Last night, the clothes were torn again and they were thrown outside. What’s next?
The old man wanted to report the crime. Fang Qingqun stopped him. The people in the yang can’t control the affairs of the underworld. Finally, Fang Qingqun said fiercely that he wanted to find out which evil spirit dared to bully his father over there, and he wanted to clear that person from the cemetery. This is his territory. The old man could see that Fang Qingqun was lacking in confidence when he spoke. Everyone knows how can people fight ghosts?