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Chapter 114 Director Feng, Are You Familiar?
This scene instantly stimulated the visual nerves of the fatty and the three of them, causing them to take a few steps back subconsciously.

Hanged ghosts, also known as hanged ghosts, are mostly people who committed suicide or were hanged in ancient times.

The rope on the beam is a typical noose with two knotted ends. People who die in this way will be suffocated due to broken cervical vertebrae until they are strangled to death.

The process of death is painful and slow, so the tongue of the hanged person will be elongated, the face will be hideous, and the eyes will turn white and protrude, as if it will fall off at any time.

In ancient times, folks have always had legends about hanging ghosts. According to legends, if you meet him while walking at night, don't look at him, otherwise he will quote you to hang himself in the same way as him.

Because the hanged ghost is usually very painful or suffered a lot of injustice during his lifetime, otherwise he would not use this extremely painful way to end himself.

Zhang Dong was originally a very energetic young man, but because he chose this way of death, his face was livid at this moment, and his tongue extended to his waist.

The protruding eyes with rolling eyes have been squeezed out of the eye sockets, and the face is full of pain.

On Zhang Dong's protruding tongue, mucus kept falling to the ground.

After reacting for a few seconds, the fat man suddenly touched his neck subconsciously.

When they didn't wipe the bottom of the pot just now, the fat man went to the front to investigate. At that time, he felt that some liquid had dripped on his neck.

After thinking about this, the fat man suddenly felt a shock all over his body. He rubbed his neck vigorously, then looked helplessly at the translucent figure still hanging on the beam, and said:

"I know you're in pain, but there's no need to use such an extreme method.

Ghosts who die suddenly cannot be reincarnated, and have to repeat what happened and the feelings they experienced at the moment before death.

Why do you say you are doing this? "

However, just as the fat man finished speaking, the three of them noticed that Zhang Dong hanging from the beam had disappeared, leaving only an empty rope hanging there.

But within a few seconds, Zhang Dong's figure walked out of the next room step by step in a daze.

He put his neck around the rope again and kicked the chair down.

Just like what the fat man said, Zhang Dong is now a dead ghost, so he has to repeat the suicide process. If there is no chance, if things go on like this, sooner or later he will become a ghost due to deep resentment.

At that time, it will be either the sky or the people, and there will be no good results.

Looking at Zhang Dong who was hanging on the rope again and struggling painfully, the fat man also said a little bit unbearably:
"Okay, tell us first what happened.

A person cannot be resurrected after death, but at least we can help you find out the truth of the matter, so that you won't die so aggrieved. "

However, Zhang Dong seemed to be unable to hear the fat man's words. After being hanged on the beam, his figure would disappear, and then he would walk out of the room again, repeating the process of hanging himself over and over again.

The fat man tried his best to persuade him, but Kong Jie who was standing at the door saw this scene. It was the fat man who was talking to himself in the room alone, while Ma Linger and Yan Qilin next to him were still pretending to be serious. Nodding again and again.

Since coming into contact with these people, Kong Jie has had such thoughts more than once.

Are these people a little sick?
But Kong Jie didn't know Fatty and the others well, but he was no stranger to Feng Yun.

He looked suspiciously at Feng Yun sideways, but found that Feng Yun had a calm face, as if he was not surprised by this matter.

Before Kong Jie wanted to ask something, he saw the fat man turn around and look at Feng Yun asking for help:

"Director, what's going on, there's no way to communicate at all."

To the fat man's question, Feng Yun said calmly:
"Think about what I said in class before, why do ghosts who die violently repeat what happened when they died?"

These words were a wake-up call to several people, and soon Ma Linger said:
"I remember the director said at the time that all ghosts who died violently were guarded by ghost guards.

They need to repeat what happened when they died, and only after reaching a certain number of times can they have a chance to be taken to the underworld.

Suicide is a felony, so before going to the underworld, they need to constantly experience pain to atone for their sins. "

"In other words, the reason why this guy didn't dare to stop is because there are ghosts watching?

Then what should we do in this case? "

Fatty continued to think along this line of thought:
"To put it bluntly, ghost messengers are also a kind of ghost, but they have some moral skills and have a celestial mission.

We have to find a way to temporarily let the ghost guard Zhang Dong, otherwise this guy has been committing suicide here, which makes me mentally weak. "

"Ghosts can't enter the hall, only the door god!"

Yan Qilin's sudden words made Fatty and Ma Linger's eyes shine.

"That's right, door god! Just now I saw that there is still..."

While talking, the fat man looked towards the gate outside, only then did he realize that the two portraits of the door god pasted on the gate had already been taken away by that weird old man.

wrong!

At this moment, Fatty and the others only realized it later, and immediately after, the three of them felt a burst of scalp tingling.

There is something wrong with the old man. From this point of view, it is not a coincidence that the old man put the door god on the door.

Reminiscent of the fact that the old man asked questions and answered them even though he was in the room just now, this matter is obviously not as simple as the three of them thought before.

"Could it be that the old man has been talking to Zhang Dong's ghost?"

The fat man later felt that such a sentence made Feng Yun's eyes flash a little relieved.

Although it took a little time, at least the three of them were able to rethink this point, and there was still progress.

The more Fatty and the others thought about it, the more something was wrong. If the statue of the door god pasted on the door was just to keep away ghost messengers and gave the old man a chance to talk to Zhang Dong, it meant that the old man was not simple.

"Come on, let's go find the old man.

Firstly, we need to find out what the old man's background is, and secondly, we may not be able to find the statue of the gate god except at his place! "

After the fat man finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the door.

Yan Qilin and Ma Linger followed closely behind with solemn expressions.

The three of them left the place in a hurry, Kong Jie froze on the spot, didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"Director Feng, what the hell are you doing here? What are your team members up to? Why am I getting more and more confused the more I look at it?"

Facing Kong Jie's puzzled question, Feng Yun smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"I don't know either, so we have to hurry up, or we will miss it..."

"This……"

Kong Jie looked at Feng Yun in bewilderment, as if Feng Yun was not familiar with the people in the polling bureau at all!

But Feng Yun always had an intriguing smile on his face. Ever since he saw that weird old man, this expression had appeared on Feng Yun's face before, but now he seems to be following behind the fat man and the others. There is still something to look forward to.

After the fat man came straight out, he asked some villagers to inquire about the old man smoking dry tobacco.

After inquiring like this, I really found out some clues.

The villagers said that they didn't know what the old man's name was, and he wasn't from the village at all, he was one of the few outsiders in the village.

The front of Fushou Village is Yong'an River, and the back is Phoenix Mountain. When the old man came here, he said that this place is a treasure land of geomantic omen, so he bought a small house at the foot of the mountain and lived here.

Because the old man never leaves his cigarettes, everyone in the village calls him a smoker.

And in the narration of the villagers, they all said that the old man was nagging.

No one knows the old man's past, and he rarely talks to other people.

However, people often see this old man standing at the door talking to himself when he has nothing to do.

He seemed to attach great importance to the two portraits of the door gods pasted on the door, and would carefully wipe them down from time to time, and he would specially burn incense to offer them during festivals, which seemed extraordinarily pious.

The old man was never present when red things were held in the village, but when white things were done, he would come by himself even if he was not invited.

Busy inside and out, at the end of the day, if you don't eat a bite of food, you will leave quietly.

In order to thank him, some people sent some food later, but the old man was weird and refused to accept anything.

After a long time, everyone got used to it, and usually greeted each other when they saw it in the village, but there was not much interaction.

The fat three people's views on this old man became more and more strange, and their minds were full of doubts. They quickly walked through the small road in the village, and they saw a small tile-roofed house at the foot of the mountain.

This tile-roofed house is not big, it looks like it is just a yard when you enter it, and there is a small vegetable field outside the door, where some ordinary vegetables are planted.

There was a dog tied to the door. This dog was completely black and had no stray hairs. It stood up to the height of a six or seven-year-old child, and looked a little scary.

And there are two small dots on the dog's eyebrows, which look like two extra eyes.

The three fat people felt a little uneasy when they saw the dog, but even after they approached, the dog still seemed to have not seen it, and fell asleep with its eyelids drooping, as if it did not have the role of a gatekeeper.

This made the fat man quickly think that during the chat with the villagers just now, someone accidentally mentioned that the dog he raised was a bit strange. Calling is several hours.

Every time the call is not too fast or slow, and there is no pattern at all, sometimes there is no movement for a long time, and sometimes it can be called from midnight to dawn.

Looking at it now, this dog is really a little strange. It obviously watched the stranger approaching, but ignored it for a while, retracted its head under its paws and began to fall asleep again.

The three of them quickly stood in front of the dilapidated tile-roofed house. Weeds were overgrown under the courtyard wall. The weeds even reached the door, and no one took care of them. The wooden door was tattered and dusty. The two statues of door gods pasted on it are not stained with any dust.

The three of them quickly recognized that the two portraits of the door gods were the ones they had seen at the door of Zhang Dong's house before. The old man tore them off and brought them back, and pasted them on his own door.

"Strange, does this old man have to carry these two paintings of door gods with him wherever he goes?"

While the fat man muttered, he reached out and patted the rusty iron ring.

This iron ring was called "Fushou" in ancient times, which has the meaning of exorcising evil spirits and is a very traditional architectural door decoration.

A dull sound came into the house, and soon a figure appeared in the yard.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man slowly came to the door, and then opened a gap.

The one who stood at the door was the weird old man that the few people met before. The fat man shook the waist card in his hand, and then put his foot against the wooden door to prevent it from closing. He laughed and said:

"Old man, we are from the polling bureau, and we have something to do with you."

Sure enough, when the fat man's voice fell, the old man was about to close the door, but only then did he notice that the fat man had already put his foot against the door, and he couldn't close it no matter what.

"Let me ask you, when you went to Zhang Dong's house, why did you paste the door god painting on the door?

Is it to prevent ghosts and messengers, so that I can talk to that ghost of Zhang Dong? "

Either the fat man could talk, and Wang Zha was thrown out when he came up. These words really made the old man's face look a bit surprised, and he was really stunned.

Looking at the old man's expression, the fat man knew it in his heart, so he didn't beep too much, and went straight to the four twos after the king bombed, and said bluntly:
"The story of the ghost ship on the Yong'an River has spread in the village, and our polling bureau was ordered to thoroughly investigate the case.

The family disappeared overnight, and we must find out an explanation for this matter, so our polling bureau took over, just to prevent this case from becoming unsolved or an accident due to its special nature.

But there was a ghost, looking at Zhang Dong's ghost, had to repeat the process of hanging himself, and we couldn't ask questions.

So we came here this time to borrow this portrait of the door god from you. "

Fatty clearly expressed the intention of these people, and this old man who was called a smoker, his cloudy eyes were full of doubts, and he kept looking at Fatty and these people.

"What does the polling bureau do?"

After a while, the old man asked with a hoarse voice, and Ma Ling'er beside him said seriously:

"The Polling Bureau, the full name is the 'Folk Customs Investigation and Research Bureau', which specializes in thoroughly investigating all cases involving evil spirits.

For human crimes, there is a criminal investigation department, and for evil crimes, there are polling bureaus.

Old man, we are not interested in your secrets, as long as no crime is involved, we will not bother you.

I just want to ask the door god to use the portrait and ask about some details of the case. "

After Ma Ling'er finished speaking, the old man was silent for a few seconds, and then, to the surprise of the few people, he turned to look at the two portraits of door gods pasted on the door, and with a very familiar The tone of the network asked:
"Old man, should we help with this?"

Fatty and the others looked at the old man suspiciously, but did not hear any response, but saw the old man nodded slightly, and then carefully took off the two door god paintings.

"Take it, be careful..."

Under the old man's instructions, Ma Ling'er took the two portraits with both hands, and then the three of them turned around and prepared to return to Zhang Dong's home without staying.

It's just that the old man has been standing at the door thoughtfully, looking at the backs of the fat man and the others.

No one knows what this weird old man was thinking in just a few seconds...

(End of this chapter)