dream catcher

Chapter 12 012: Red Envelope

Lu Qiao nodded his head almost unconsciously, thinking about why there are so many things in Shuomen Street.

Lu Qiao is aware of his character, words can be completely rotten in his stomach, but not in his hands, he will definitely write it out, as long as it is exciting enough, it will be drawn into words by his own hands, this is inevitable.

Seeing Lu Qiao nodding his head, Lao Feng took a sip of the tea on the table and said slowly: "Decades ago, there were feudal superstitions at that time. There came a demon Taoist who spoke nonsense and deceived the public. At that time, we didn't have the ability to distinguish He is true or false, what he says is what."

Lu Qiao always felt familiar when he heard this place. Could it be possible that things can be reversed here?
"Yaodao used sorcery to freeze the river, and then let the villagers walk across the ice to build a Jiangdu temple for Yaodao. After the temple was completed, Yaodao wanted gold and silver to exploit the villagers to hand over their money. Money." Speaking of this, Lao Feng kept shaking his head.

One story, two completely different perspectives?Lu Qiao came to his senses in an instant, turned around and glanced at the seventeen forest cards behind him, Zhang and Wang, these people don't even deserve their names, and these seventeen should be corpse hunters.

Lao Feng saw the direction Lu Qiao was looking at, and nodded in relief: "Yes, these seventeen righteous men helped us. After killing Yaodao, there is now a prosperous and stable Shuomen Street."

That is to say, the story of the sea is completely overturned here by the old village chief and the director of the sub-district office.

what is the truthOr can you ask the truth by yourself?

Lu Qiao had no choice but to open his mouth to probe: "No wonder, I asked the grandma who tied the paper at the door, and Dahai's mother, Fu Ma, and I asked them what Shuomen Street was like before, and they always shook their heads in a mysterious way. Think of something like this in there.”

Lao Feng followed Lu Qiao's words and nodded his head vigorously: "Yes, yes. Because of this kind of thing, the deceased can't even have the name of the seventeen plaques. It was after the construction of the Jiangdu Temple, and the people were in dire straits. One day the demon Dao held a celebration and got drunk. Seventeen righteous men fought with Yao Dao for [-] rounds, and the last righteous man grabbed Yao Dao and took him to Jiangdu Temple. When a fire broke out, both of them died. Although Yaodao's physical body died, his soul turned into a ghost, and has been floating around our Lukang. Every night turned into a nightmare, surrounding the families of the seventeen righteous men. It was impossible for them to worship them. Posted it. Later, I thought of such a way, only mentioning the surname but not the name, and settled it here, and this matter passed away. But as long as people who know this story, as long as they recall this story and go to sleep, they will definitely suffer disaster.”

Lu Qiao sighed helplessly: "Understood, Mr. Feng, I will pretend that I have never heard of your story when I leave this courtyard."

"Actually, I invite you to come here, and the reason for telling such a story is very simple. I don't know how you know about Shuomen Street, why you came to interview Shuomen Street, but I beg you with the attitude of an older person. You don't want to report articles about this place, don't have any words about Shuomen Street." Lao Feng said.

Lu Qiao never expected that Lao Feng would speak so directly!
Just when Lu Qiao didn't know how to answer the conversation, Lao Feng shouted again: "Kapok!"

The old woman who served tea walked forward slowly, and took out a big red envelope from her bosom. Looking at the thickness, Lu Qiao couldn't believe it.

Lao Feng finally stretched out the red envelope to Luqiao with a smile: "Reporter Li, there is nothing wrong with me calling it that, right? This is our Shuomen Street's kindness, nothing else, just to let you not register Shuomen Street .Seeing these things behind us, we, Old Street, should bear these sins ourselves.”

"I can't take this thing." Lu Qiao said hastily.

Lao Feng waved his hands: "No, no, no, this is not a bribe. Don't think too much, it's because this story needs someone to keep it quiet. This is the hush money for the story. Of course, this story will make you have nightmares. This is also a pension. "

As Lao Feng said, he didn't care what Lu Qiao did, and directly stuffed it into Lu Qiao's arms.

Lu Qiao was completely dumbfounded, not to mention that he used this false identity to give himself such a thick stack of red envelopes without any verification or memorization.

Lu Qiao always felt that something was going on here, something very serious.

Old Feng smiled: "After drinking the tea, it will not taste good when it is cold. Kapok, please see off the guests after drinking the tea. Comrade Lixia, I hope that after you go out today, your career will be soaring. How to fly, don’t fly back again. As for your great manuscript, just don’t mention Shuomen Street. Finally, all the entrances and exits on the street are monitored. We all follow the rules, and journalists don’t Breaking the rules."

What do you mean by that?It means that this time I took the red envelope and went out, so don't come back again, otherwise Feng Lao will know through the monitoring?

Hearing this, Lu Qiao took a deep breath, while Lao Feng stood up and walked towards the inner room leaning on his crutches.

Lu Qiao looked at the back of old Feng Yuanqian, and the kapok blocked Lu Qiao's sight and smiled: "The left side of the street or the right side of the street, I'll take you out."

"I'll go by myself, there's no need to send it off." Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly, picked up the tea and drank it down.Putting the red envelope into his pocket, he walked out from the inner courtyard and left Shuomen Street.

Lu Qiao walked into the toilet diagonally opposite Shuomen Street, and the red envelope was as thick as two fingers. When he opened it, he saw the red piece inside, and it was worth 1 yuan.

This... is too exaggerated, right?
A ghost story. Of course, if Lu Qiao doesn’t know the previous version, it’s completely another direction. If you don’t write Shuomen Street, you can get 1 yuan for sealing or compensation.

It's not right, it's not right to say anything.

But obviously Lu Qiao is no longer qualified to go to Shuomen Street at this time, so the clue is broken?It's over?

When Lu Qiao thought of this, he suddenly remembered what Jiang Sheng said when he died.

"Actually, after the fear receded these years, I started to try many things. At first, I told Fu's mother to widen the mouth of the well to make myself more comfortable. I dug a four-meter-square platform. This platform can cover the entire yard. Occasionally, it can I heard the voice of chatting from above. Fu’s mother only knew that I dug here, but Fu’s mother didn’t know that I dug a natural cave. I almost fell that day. For the rest of my life, I wanted to dig and fill. I just wanted to fill in the cave, only to find out later that I had dug out a whole underground palace. And this cave is not a cave at all, but the passage of an abandoned air-raid shelter, which extends straight out to the riverside."

Riverside! ! !

That is to say, I can't enter Shuomen Street on the surface, but in fact, I can enter Shuomen Street from somewhere along the river, and even go to the ancient well in the courtyard of Fu's mother's house to completely bypass the surveillance?
Thinking of Luqiao here, I came tonight to find out what is true.

(End of this chapter)