My master is the coffin

Chapter 493 Strange Bed ([-])
I have to say that these idlers are really annoying. If I change the occasion, I will definitely teach them to be kind to others.

But not today, I want to clear things up.

So I asked patiently, "Except for the two of us? Has anyone else been here?"

Those idlers said in unison: "No."

Judging by their looks, they don't seem to be lying.I nodded, ready to change body and leave.

At this time, someone said meanly: "Why not? Didn't you come here last month?"

There seemed to be some allusion to his words, which made the rest of the people laugh, and everyone laughed loudly, looking very happy.

I stopped and asked, "What happened last month? Anyone here?"

Everyone chattered and said: "Yes, of course there is, it is simply a sea of ​​people, and the grand occasion is unprecedented."

They talked and laughed, which made me feel like a fool who didn't know anything.

I was a little annoyed and asked, "Who came to He Jiu's house last month?"

Those people began to recall: "The eight kings of Dongwangzhuang. The four heavenly kings of Xihe. The three brothers in the county. Who else is coming."

I cursed secretly, and then asked, "Who are these people?"

These people finally said something valuable: "These people are all out to mess around. Left green dragon and right white tiger, with tattoos on their backs and scars on their chests. He Jiu owed them a loan shark, and they came to ask for it."

Another said: "He Jiu didn't borrow the money, did he?"

The others said in unison: "Father pays the debt, we don't care if you borrowed it or not, your father is dead, I will ask you for it."

Their tone was fierce. It seemed that they were imitating those loan sharks.

Looking at this group of idlers, I couldn't help but feel a little headache, what the hell is this.Evil neighbors, absolute evil neighbors.

I carefully analyzed the information in their words, and then asked: "He Jiu's father is dead?"

These people nodded: "Yeah, he died and owed a lot of debts. We settled for him. The debts he owed are enough for He Jiula's 100 million quick bricks. He can go around our village two hundred times .”

The rest of the people laughed again after hearing this.

I couldn't help shaking my head, these idlers sit together all day, and probably don't have any entertainment except to amuse themselves, but each one of them has practiced their tongues very neatly.

I asked again, "When did his father die?"

Those people said: "He died last month. As soon as he died, the debtors came. At that time, everyone thought he was playing the golden cicada to escape his shell and fake a funeral. The coffin was opened on the spot for an autopsy. Oh, he is indeed dead. Saw."

One of them rolled his eyes and said: "Those who want debts come aggressively when they come, but they are dejected when they come. When they leave, they are happy. After returning home, they start to feel uneasy. Guess why?"

Someone replied: "Because He Jiu promised to repay the debt."

The man waved his hand: "No."

Someone else replied: "Because they picked up the money."

The person who solved the riddle said: "Because He Jiu's family is poor and worthless, how can he have money for funerals? So He Jiuzi inherited his father's business and borrowed thousands of dollars from moneylenders for funerals. Seeing the business expand, Can those people be unhappy?"

Everyone laughed and said yes again and again.

Another asked: "Then why are they so restless?"

The man proudly announced the answer: "I'm worried that He Jiu will follow his father's example, and also come to die with a trick, so let's repay the debt to the end."

Those idlers all praised and laughed together.

I turned and walked away with a wry smile on my face.I looked at Wushuang: "Did you hear that?"

Wushuang nodded: "That bed probably belonged to He Jiu's father."

I thought of that too.The old man died, and his bedding should have been disposed of.

Wu Shuang said a little bored: "I can't do it, I'm sleepy. I feel more and more why we are fighting with a nightmare. I'm going back to sleep. Let's talk about it after I sleep well."

I followed Wu Shuang and returned to He Jiu's house.

Wushuang didn't sleep on that bed anymore, she lay down on the table and fell asleep quickly.

I circled the bed, and I lifted the covers.No problems found.The bed board is also normal.

I squatted on the ground, looked carefully for a while, and finally found that there was a pinch of dust next to the leg of the bed.

I feel like I want to be a detective.I pinched the dust up.They were found to be incense ash.This thing is all too familiar.

It seems that someone often burns incense here.

There is nothing wrong with this bed, because I don't feel ghostly.But how should that dream be interpreted?
I looked at Wushuang who was sleeping soundly, and thought: "Let's just count it as a prophecy. We have four judges as guards, so there must be no problem."

In the days that followed, we never slept in that bed again, and Wushuang and I recovered quickly from our injuries.Three days later, we were ready to go back.

That evening, He Jiu came back.He looked at the two of us as if he were a rich man.Rubbing his hands together, he said excitedly, "What? Are you leaving?"

I nodded: "Yes, I'm leaving."

He Jiu sighed: "It would be great if I stayed for a few more days, so I can earn more money."

I looked at him with a positive look, and I really couldn't relate to someone who kills and robs.

He Jiu said: "How about this? I'll go buy two vegetables and a bottle of wine. Let's have dinner together. Then you go. If you come here later, you will still come to live with me."

What He Jiu said was very sincere, but after Wushuang and I were tortured by that bed, we were a little wary.

The four judges next to Wushuang winked.They all nodded cautiously, the meaning couldn't be more clear.If He Jiu has any unruly intentions, take it down immediately.

Then Wushuang said: "It's good to have a meal, I've been eating snacks for the past few days, and I'm tired of eating."

He Jiu happily agreed and went out to buy vegetables.Judging by his appearance, he intends to establish a good relationship with us, hoping to have a repeat customer.

At the dinner table, He Jiu poured himself a drink, which was okay at the beginning, but after drinking it, he started to cry.

Not only that, but he also slapped himself on the ear while crying.

Wushuang and I were puzzled and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

He Jiu waved his hand.Put the glass heavily on the table.Then he stood up abruptly and shouted loudly towards the yard: "I want to make money, I want to make a fortune. I don't want to live in hardship anymore."

He yelled these two voices, and his whole body seemed to be drained.Then he sat down heavily, poured himself another glass of wine, raised his neck, and did it again.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Work hard, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi."

He Jiu ignored me and just kept drinking.Later, he got drunk, stood up staggeringly, knelt down in front of the bed with a plop, and kowtowed vigorously: "Father, I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry."

As soon as I heard this, I immediately remembered the dream.

When I dreamed about He Jiu at night, he also said sorry in a crying voice.

I walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "He Jiu. Stand up, and I'll tell you something."

He Jiu's eyes were red: "What's the matter?"

I pointed to his bed: "I think there seems to be something wrong with this bed."

He Jiu asked in a daze: "Is there a problem? What's wrong with this bed?"

I thought for a while and said, "I slept on it, and then dreamed that I killed someone."

After I finished speaking, He Jiu's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, suddenly opened wide.He glanced at the bed in panic, and then at me again: "What do you mean? What murder?"

When I saw He Jiu's performance, I guessed in my heart that it was inseparable, so I looked at him and said, "I dreamed that you killed someone."

He Jiu obviously didn't know how to hide his expression: "Don't talk nonsense, can you say this casually? I am not a murderer."

I pointed at Wushuang: "She also dreamed about it. He Jiu, has someone died on this bed?"

He Jiu looked at the two of us dumbfounded and stopped talking.I asked again: "This bed should be your dad's sleeping all the time, right?"

He Jiu suddenly knelt down facing the bed, scratching his hair vigorously.

Wushuang said: "I understand, what we see is not the future, but the past."

I also nodded: "Whoever sleeps on this bed will unconsciously be affected in their dreams, and regard themselves as He Jiu's father."

(End of this chapter)