Mysterious resurgence

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"My name is He Feng. I am a journalist. I have been investigating one thing for many years, and that is whether there are ghosts in this world. Because I believe that there are ghosts in this world, but I have never discovered it. In order to To prove this, I used my work to visit many places and asked many people. After some investigation and evidence collection, I found that the older the older generation, the more they believe there are ghosts in the world, and the younger the people, the more they believe there are ghosts in the world. On the contrary, I feel more and more that there are no ghosts in this world.”

"Are the older generation superstitious? Or have they really seen something scary before, so that's why they believe so strongly?"

"I don't know, but out of interest and persistence, I came to a nursing home in Dadong City to investigate this time. I hope I can gain something different from this trip,"

A man wearing glasses, with rough skin and a strong body is recording with a voice recorder at the moment.

After finishing recording, He Feng put away the recorder, then bought some gifts nearby, and then walked into the nursing home carrying the gifts.

The reason for choosing this place is that He Feng believes that it is most likely to interview valuable clues here, because the nursing homes are full of old people and have experienced many things. Maybe one of the old people has really been exposed to some incredible things. Secondly, Elderly people in nursing homes lack companionship and are the least difficult to visit.

After He Feng walked into the nursing home, he communicated with the dean, got permission, and then prepared to start a formal interview.

He was not in a hurry, choosing his interview targets.

There are many elderly people in the nursing home. If he interviews them all, he doesn't have much time. After all, He Feng still has to work and make money, so he can only select a few elderly people for interviews, so he needs to rely on his own artificial intelligence. Go to filter.

He Feng has been working for many years, and he still has the ability to recognize people to some extent. Although some old people are not good-looking, their faces are full of stories.

"Let's start with the old man."

Soon, He Feng discovered an old man. The old man was sitting alone in a wheelchair under a big tree, bathed in dappled sunlight. He looked very lonely. The caregiver didn't know where he was and was not there. Be there for you.

But the old man squinted his eyes and took a nap, seeming to enjoy it all, very comfortable.

"Old people who can enjoy loneliness must have a very strong heart. Such people usually have extraordinary experiences when they are young." He Feng thought to himself.

He walked over carrying a gift.

The old man in the wheelchair didn't notice anyone approaching and seemed to have really fallen asleep.

"Uncle, uncle, wake up, can you hear me?"

He Feng shouted softly from the side. Although it was not polite to disturb the old man's rest, he couldn't help it. After all, he only had two hours for interviews today.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and took a look: "Young man, which family do you come from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest just now. I'm a reporter and I'm doing an interview. Are you free? Can I ask you a few questions? It'll be quick and won't take up much of your time." He Feng was very surprised. He said politely and took out the recording pen.

"Interview? Not interested, go find someone else." The old man refused.

"Please accept this gift. I sincerely hope that you can accept my interview. Please." He Feng handed over the gift and begged again.

The old man snorted and threw the gift aside, not giving He Feng a good look at all.

"Old Zhang, you still have such a bad temper. This young man is so polite and gives you things. He even asks you a few questions and you don't answer. No wonder there is no one to chat with you. You deserve to die alone."

At this time, an old man who was walking couldn't help but said when he saw this scene.

The old man sitting in the wheelchair was called Lao Zhang. He snorted: "You are so kind, then come and be interviewed. I am not interested."

"Don't tell me, I'm happy to be interviewed. Young man, come on, come on, you can interview me. If you have any questions, just ask. I have a much better temper than him. I like chatting with people the most." The old man walking walked away. Came over and sat down under a big tree.

He Feng smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't refuse. He immediately changed the target and interviewed the old man walking: "Uncle, what's your surname?"

"My surname is Sun."

Uncle Sun was very enthusiastic: "Young man, don't stand here. Come and sit here. It's great to interview while sitting. Standing is really tiring."

"Okay, Uncle Sun, I will officially start."

He Feng turned on the recorder: "Uncle Sun, the first question I want to ask you is, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"What? What the hell? Ghost?"

Uncle Sun shook his head quickly: "I am not superstitious, I am a staunch scientist. Although many friends told me ghost stories when I was young, I didn't believe it at all. Where is the place haunted and where is the dead person? , if there is such a thing as a ghost, why haven’t I seen it? Young man, why are you so feudal at such a young age? This is not good. Let me tell you about the time when I was young, in order to compete for the top brother in the rankings, you Do you know what a top brother is?"

When the topic opened, Uncle Sun began to chatter, preparing to brag about some of his great achievements in his youth.

He Feng was not surprised by this. He was thinking about how to change the topic or end the interview as soon as possible.

Because this Uncle Sun doesn't look like a person with a story at all, and it's not worth spending time to interview.

"It was so haunted back then, how could you, an ignorant old idiot like you, survive? You should be glad that you have never seen a ghost in your life. If you had, you idiot would have died long ago." On the side, that one The old man named Zhang who was sitting in the wheelchair got angry and scolded the old man Sun.

"Old Zhang, what are you talking about? Are you cursing me to death? I was the top brother back then. When did I get this angry?" Old man Sun couldn't bear the scolding anymore, so he stood up and wanted to regain his place.

He Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he looked straight at the old man named Zhang, feeling inexplicably excited in his heart.

This old man really has a story, he seems to know something.

"Uncle Sun, please calm down. I will push Uncle Zhang away now and won't disturb you for your walk."

He Feng didn't want the two old men to continue arguing here, so he took action immediately, pushed up the wheelchair and fled here quickly with Uncle Zhang.

"Old Zhang, don't leave if you can. I'm going to challenge you today." Uncle Sun said cursingly.

But He Feng ran faster. He didn't want to miss this perfect interview opportunity.

He pushed Uncle Zhang back into the building and found an unoccupied room to put him down.

"I thought you, the reporter, were like the other reporters who came up and asked you if you were doing well and if you were happy. Bah, you are as annoying as a fly. You said you were not doing well and were unhappy. They won't broadcast it, asking is just like asking in vain." Uncle Zhang seems to have a deep prejudice against reporters.

"Uncle, this is a private interview. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is He Feng. I have been looking for supernatural events among the people. I just heard from the uncle that the hauntings were very fierce in the past? What is this sentence? You mean, has this place been haunted before?" He Feng asked.

"It's not the nursing home that's haunted, it's the place that's haunted." Uncle Zhang pointed in a direction outside the window.

He Feng looked in the direction pointed, but there was nothing outside the window: "Uncle, where is that place you mentioned?"

"There used to be a building there, but it was later demolished."

Uncle Zhang said with some memories: "It's not just that building that was haunted. It was haunted all over the country at that time. It was so bad that a city was sealed off. I don't know how many people died."

"Haunted Fengcheng?" He Feng was shocked and very surprised.

real or fake?

"Uncle, I remember that about sixty years ago, there were indeed some disasters across the country, such as chemical plant leaks, large-scale influenza, and earthquakes. But those were all natural and man-made disasters. I have never heard of a city being closed down because of hauntings. "He Feng asked again.

Since he is visiting, he will naturally understand some major events that happened in each era.

"What you said is all false, to cover up the truth about the haunting, cough." Uncle Zhang was a little excited at the moment and couldn't help coughing.

"Uncle, don't get excited." He Feng quickly stood up and helped the old man calm down.

After Uncle Zhang calmed down a little, He Feng continued to ask: "Uncle, you said those disasters were all fake. Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence? What evidence do you want? My personal experience is the evidence." Uncle Zhang snorted heavily: "If you don't believe it, don't ask so many questions. Do you think I really want to tell you these things?"

"Uncle, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe it. After all, the interview must ensure authenticity. So uncle, can you tell me about your experiences when you were young?" He Feng apologized hurriedly, and then asked very curiously.

He felt that Uncle Zhang's story was very unusual.

His visit today may lead to a major breakthrough.

Seeing He Feng's good attitude, Uncle Zhang softened his heart, and then said slowly: "I don't really want to say that thing, because I have been trying my best to forget that experience, but I The old man probably won’t live long, so since you want to hear it, I’ll tell you a story.”

He Feng didn't say anything, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Uncle Zhang, and then prepared the recording pen.

"My surname is Zhang, and my full name is Zhang Zhidong. I am a native of Dadong City."

The old man named Zhang Zhidong looked out the window and said while recalling: "It was probably sixty years ago. At that time, I was only in my early twenties and very young. But unfortunately, I had a heart in my head at such a young age. tumor."

"The doctor said that the risk of surgery is very high. If I don't have surgery, I can live for up to half a year. However, the night before the surgery, while I was sleeping in the hospital bed, I suddenly disappeared from the hospital and came to the building over there. Under the building.”

"Disappeared suddenly? Can you elaborate?" He Feng hurriedly interrupted Zhang Zhidong and asked.

"Explain? How can I explain it to you? I still don't understand it." Zhang Zhidong said.

"Uncle, please continue." He Feng stopped asking and continued to listen.

Zhang Zhidong said: "I remember very clearly that I suddenly appeared under the building without any shoes, only wearing a hospital gown, and the wind at night was very cold. I felt very cold at the time. Then there were a few very mysterious people People stared at me, and I was so scared that I thought they were kidnappers and wanted to cut my waist."

"Mysterious man?" He Feng hurriedly wrote down this important news.

"Later I realized that those mysterious people were not kidnappers. One of them seemed to be their boss and wanted to make a deal with me. He asked me to sit on a red bench and after the incident was over, he would help me operate. When the brain tumor was removed, I wanted to refuse at that time, but I had no choice and was forced to sit on the red bench."

Zhang Zhidong paused here.

"Uncle, what is a bench? Can you explain it in detail?" He Feng took this opportunity to ask.

"It's just a long stool made from a piece of wood. It was a relatively rare piece of furniture in my era." Zhang Zhidong gestured as he spoke.

As a reporter, He Feng was well-informed and had seen some old objects. He immediately started drawing quickly in the notebook according to Zhang Zhidong's description. In a short time, the kung fu bench was completed.

"Uncle, is this what you're talking about?" He handed over the sketch.

Zhang Zhidong took a look and nodded: "Yes, it is like this, but it is painted with red paint. I remember it was particularly bright, as bright as blood."

"I was pushed forcefully onto the red bench by the mysterious man who headed it, and the moment I sat on it, I saw something that I will never forget in my life."

"What?" He Feng asked.

Zhang Zhidong lowered his head slightly and said in a lowered voice: "Ghost."

ghost?

He Feng was startled, then burst into ecstasy.

I have been investigating for so long, and today I actually met someone who actually saw a ghost.

"Is it really a ghost? If there is a ghost on that bench, why didn't you notice it before? Did the ghost do anything to you?" He Feng then asked a series of questions.

Zhang Zhidong said to himself: "I couldn't understand that scene, because there was nothing on the red stool before, but when I sat on it, the ghost also appeared on the stool."

"Although it was night, I could see clearly that the ghost had no legs and seemed to be growing together with the red bench. Moreover, the ghost wanted to kill me."

"But at that time, I was only afraid. I couldn't move my body and couldn't leave the wooden bench."

"The mysterious man didn't know what he did at that time. The ghost didn't kill me in the end. But not long after I sat on that bench, I was pulled up. Strangely enough, as soon as I got off the red wooden bench , the ghost disappeared, and the wooden bench was empty with nothing."

He Feng suppressed his excitement and quickly wrote down some of his thoughts while recording.

There is a ghost on the red bench, which can only be seen after sitting down.

The ghost wanted to kill Zhang Zhidong, but the mysterious man used some means to stop him.

"In this way, I completed the transaction with the mysterious man inexplicably. He took away the red wooden bench and left quickly with several other mysterious men. But after a few seconds, the mysterious man disappeared strangely. The mysterious man appeared again and said he would help me complete the operation."

Zhang Zhidong gestured as he spoke, then stretched out his hand to stab He Feng in the forehead: "Just like this, the mysterious man stretched out a dark hand and went directly through my head, removing the thing in my head. The tumor was removed."

He Feng covered his head, rubbed it, and said, "Is it so magical? It sounds like an ancient fairy tale."

"The reality is stranger than the story." Zhang Zhidong snorted: "Without that person's surgery, I would have died a long time ago, and there is no way I could have survived."

"By the way, uncle, do you remember that person's appearance?" He Feng asked again.

Zhang Zhidong shook his head: "I don't remember, but I remember that person's name. After the operation was completed, I realized that those people had no ill intentions towards me, so I mustered up the courage to ask more. Although the person looked cold, But he was a very nice person and responded to me proactively.”

"He said his name was Yang Jian."

"Yang Jian?" He Feng quickly wrote down the name. This was another important clue.

"Uncle, who do you think this person named Yang Jian is? From your description, they seem to have extraordinary magical abilities."

Zhang Zhidong said: "At that time, there were ghosts everywhere, so naturally there were people who fought against the ghosts. Later, when the ghosts became more serious, I got some information. These special people were called ghost controllers."

"Ghost controller? It sounds like a special profession, similar to the exorcists and demon slayers in film and television works." He Feng said.

Zhang Zhidong ignored it and just sighed: "Unfortunately, since then, I have never seen that Yang Jian again, and I have not encountered ghosts again. Now even if I say it, no one will believe me. If it weren't for me, I still have the cases from that year, and I even wonder if there’s something wrong with my brain and I’m hallucinating.”

"But it doesn't matter anymore. Being alive is better than anything else."

"Young man, I've finished telling my story. Do you have anything else to interview?"

He Feng said: "No, thank you for your cooperation. I didn't expect to hear such a bizarre story today. By the way, uncle, can I see your medical records back then?"

"No problem, I'll take you to get it." Zhang Zhidong said.

He Feng immediately got up and pushed the wheelchair.

Zhang Zhidong took the young reporter to his room, and then handed him the case that had been gathering dust for a long time: "It's useless for me to keep this thing. I'm giving it to you. I don't know if it counts as evidence."

When He Feng heard this, he immediately thanked him repeatedly. He solemnly put the case away and went back to study it slowly.

"By the way, what's wrong with your leg? I know a few good doctors who may be able to help you." He then asked with concern.

"You young man has a good heart, but my legs cannot be cured by doctors." Zhang Zhidong shook his head, then pulled up his pants to expose his legs.

He Feng took one look and immediately shrank his eyes.

What kind of legs were they? They were thin, shriveled, and twisted. It was hard to believe that they were the legs of a living person.

"I have been lame in my legs very early. I guess it was the hidden danger left by sitting on the red bench. At that time, many people said that ghosts are very scary, and people who come into contact with supernatural beings will become unlucky. I think This sentence is correct, young man, if you want to trace the traces of the evil ghost, I advise you to be careful and don’t lose your life in confusion."

Zhang Zhidong put down his pants again, covering his terrible legs.

He Feng took this opportunity to take a photo. He felt that this was evidence that the story told by the old man named Zhang Zhidong was not false.