C2 Ghost door

All this time, my idea was to hang myself three feet off the ground. I stepped on my feet and hanged myself from the beam.

But what I saw astonished me.

The third brother was on the ground, so how could he be hanged?

Furthermore, he was not a person who wished to die!

Remembering what happened yesterday, I didn't continue looking at it and squeezed through the crowd before returning to the medicine store.

As soon as he entered, he saw the old man sitting on a rocking chair, flipping through a newspaper. It seemed that the matter of Ma Lao San hadn't affected him at all.

"Master, Ma San is dead." I walked over and lowered my voice.

The old man nodded, turned over a newspaper, and asked, "How did he die?"

"I wanted to ask you …" I sighed, "Today, when I went to take a look, he was hanged outside the door. The Public Security said that he was the one who killed him, but …"

Before I finished speaking, the old man interrupted me and calmly looked at me, "Since the Public Security said he killed him, then we'll just wait for the Public Security to find the culprit. We'll just treat it as watching a show."

"Watching the show?" I turned my head to the side and looked outside the shop. After confirming that there was no one outside, I asked the old man, "Master, there's something I don't know if I should ask."

"What kind of words?" The old man was stunned.

"Ma Lao San..." You didn't kill him, did you? " I pretended to be nervous and asked, "You said yesterday that he won't live past tomorrow and that Ma Lao San has never had a good relationship with you. Of course, I feel that he likes you, but you don't like him!"

Hearing me say this, the old man was so angry that his face turned pale. He coughed a few times and spat into the trash can.

"Do you believe in your father's righteous extermination?" the old man asked me.

I nodded and said I believed you even if you said you didn't have any relatives.

"You turtle!" "Why would I kill Third Brother Ma if I have nothing better to do?" The old man glared at me. "I'll tell you straight out! Even though I wanted him to die! But the death of Ma Laowu had nothing to do with me! "I …"

"Then how did you know he would die?" I asked.

"You little kid, you're saying this deliberately. You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" The old man glanced at me, lit up his cigarette, and took two puffs. "Ma Ol 'Three was hanged outside the door?" he asked.

"Isn't that so!" I nodded. "If he committed suicide, his feet would have left the ground, but he was hanged on his feet, and he had half a tongue in his hands!"

"Half-tongue?" The old man frowned as his expression grew unsightly. He said seriously, "That half of his tongue should be his."

I was stunned. "How did you know?"

"Seems like Ma Fang has offended quite a few people." The old tutor didn't answer the question and sighed.

"Master, others don't know what you're doing, but I do!" I squatted by the old man's side and lowered my voice before asking curiously, "Just tell me clearly, did Ma Lao San get killed by a ghost?"

When I was young, I found a lot of random things in the old man's room.

From the copper coin sword gossip mirror to the new cut yellow paper, there are also two copper coins and some old books that I do not understand.

At that time, I was just curious and new, and as I grew older and read more books and watched some horror movies in Hong Kong, I began to understand what those things were for.

Later on, I asked the old man if he was a Taoist.

He was vague on every occasion, neither denying nor admitting it.

Even now, I still can't figure out what the old man did. Could he really be a Daoist?

"Master, Ma Laowu is a mister. Everyone on the street knows that he came to find you and ask you to save him. Tell me …" Could this be the case? " I rubbed my palms together and tried to analyze, "Ma Ol 'Three ran into a ghost, but he couldn't solve it, so he came to find you …"

"Higher than your ancestors?" The old tutor didn't wait for me to finish before he started cursing, "He must have offended someone, that's why he's here to give me a hand!"

"You've offended someone?" I frowned. "Who is it?"

"How should I know?" The old man sighed, "But I'm telling you the truth, Ma Lao San was indeed killed by dirty things, so don't get involved in this matter. If you're curious, go somewhere else. Is it that interesting to find trouble for yourself?"

I scratched my head and didn't say anything.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, the old man rolled up the newspaper and slowly stood up, as if he didn't want to say anything more: "I'm going to play mahjong, look at the shop. Don't run outside if you have nothing to do, do you hear me?"

I nodded and said, I know.

"Master, let me ask you something." When he saw that the old man was really going to go out, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a Taoist or not?"

The old man didn't hesitate and directly shook his head, saying, "No."

"Then why did Ma Laoban ask for your help?" I hastily asked.

This time, the old man didn't answer me. He went out to play mahjong without looking back.

I could tell from his words that he didn't want to bother with me, he was obviously avoiding this question.

However, this doesn't matter. When he returns, I will continue to trick him. I don't believe that I won't be able to find out the reason why.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.

I was sitting behind the counter checking the bill when a heavily made-up female customer came into the shop.

"Little big bro, are Master Shen in?" The woman looked around before she asked in a delicate manner.

"My lord is not here. If you have any business with him, you can tell me." I replied.

"I have a letter here, it was entrusted to me by Ma Lao San to deliver to Master Shen." As she spoke, she took out a manila envelope from her small satchel.

When I heard the three words' Ma Lao San ', my heart jumped a few times. "Give it to me! I'll help you pass it over."

Hearing me say this, the woman was somewhat unwilling, "Ma Lao San said that this letter can only be given to Master Shen."

I explained while smiling, "I'm the biological grandson of Master Shen, so you can be at ease. I will definitely hand it over to my grandfather."

She thought for a moment, nodded, and put the letter down on the counter. She smiled at me.

Just at this moment, I suddenly thought of something. I stopped the woman who had already turned around and carefully asked her, "About that … This letter... Does anyone else know? "

"This letter was given to me by Ma Laoban before he died. Anyway, it has always been with me. I don't know anything else." After saying that, the woman gave me a flirtatious look, turned around, and walked away.

Seeing that she had left, I didn't hesitate any longer and carefully opened the envelope.

There was only this one paragraph in the letter.

"Master Shen, I can't hide even if there's retribution. I don't want to live, but I do want to live a peaceful life after I die. I hope that you can be merciful and help me out.

I looked at the letter with a complicated expression as I came to a conclusion in my heart.

It looked like the old tutor was really up to no good!

Coincidentally, just as I was about to put the letter back, the old man suddenly came back.

When he saw the letter in my hand, he asked me with a puzzled expression, "What is that thing in your hand?"

I waved the letter in my hand and said to the old man, "The letter that Ma Lao San gave you …"

"F * ck you, god of plague!" You actually dared to open laozi's letter?! " When the old man heard what I said, he immediately opened his eyes wide and snappily took the letter. After roughly scanning the contents of the letter, he tore it open and casually threw it into a trash can at the side.

I leaned over and whispered, "Grandfather, this Ma Laowu …"

"I can see that you're just a kid who has nothing better to eat. You're always so nosy!" Without even looking at me, he turned around and walked up to the second floor.

Ever since then, the old tutor had never come down again.

He didn't come down until around ten in the evening, when I was ready to close the shop.

"Master, you're going out?" I looked at the flashlight he was holding, curious.

"I ate a little too much tonight, so I'm going out for a stroll." The old man replied very naturally, "After closing the shop, I'll go to sleep early. I have to get up early to open the shop tomorrow."

With that, he turned on the flashlight and left without a word.

Going out for a walk in the middle of the night? This was not his style!

After he had walked for about half a minute, I closed the door and carefully followed him out.

The old man walked very slowly, leisurely making his way to the corner of the street. Then, he stopped in front of Ma Lao San's fortune-telling library and stared fixedly at the door as if he was thinking about something.

"Did I read that letter …" are they really going to help Ma Xiaoru? " I acted like a thief as I secretly hid in the alley and looked at the old man from afar, "But he didn't do anything …"

After about ten minutes, the lordmaster abruptly turned around and walked straight back towards the medicine store.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Afraid that the old gramps would notice me, I ran back to the medicine store in a panic.

However, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a person sitting in the rocking chair. I subconsciously thought that a thief had entered our house.

Unexpectedly, when that person saw me, he didn't intend to run at all. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pulled away the old-fashioned light.

The instant the light went on, I felt my scalp go numb, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

There was no one else in the rocking chair.

It was indeed Ma Laowu, who had been hanged in front of his house this morning.