Laojie 140

Go straight along the new street and turn left. This is an old street. Since the emergence of the new street, the old street has gradually become sparsely populated, especially in rainy days, and the doors of many shops are closed, as if trying to block something out. However, there is a small shop at the end of the old street, but it rarely closes. From a distance, you can clearly see the big scarlet letter on the signboard of the shop-Laojie 140.

This shop is run by a man in his fifties. His beard makes him look older than his age. People who know him well call him Lao Wang. Lao Wang's shop has been open for a long time. His father and grandfather used to sell things for the dead, and he took over after his father died. However, people nearby don't think much of Lao Wang. Besides the expensive things he sells, his character is also a problem. He likes to haggle over every penny. So no one went to his place to chat and drink tea except the customers. Many times, Lao Wang sits at the door waiting for business, but he doesn't seem bored.

In the evening, Lao Wang stayed in the shop and put a single bed in the room where the sundries were kept. Rats and cockroaches can be seen everywhere, but he doesn't care. As long as he hasn't missed any business, he will sleep well. But occasionally I have some strange dreams, and Lao Wang is often awakened by those dreams.

There were some new urns in Lao Wang's shop that day. He was busy carrying them until it was dark and fell asleep in bed at night. It seems that he heard something in the middle of the night, but he was used to being noisy by mice. He didn't feel anything unusual, so he turned over and slept until dawn.

After breakfast, Lao Wang wants to move the urn he just arrived from the back room to the outside. At this time, he found that the box he put yesterday seemed to have moved. Lao Wang immediately thought of the sound he heard at night, but he would rather believe that the sound yesterday was made by a mouse, so he continued to carry it without much thought. Just after the box was moved outside, several people came in the shop.

Something seems to have happened on the nearby railway. Last night, the train derailed and many people died. Speaking of this railway, Lao Wang has done a lot of business with it, because there have been more than one accidents in this section. Some people came in to buy some sacrificial supplies. It seems that the residents nearby think there are ghosts here, so they ask for a ceremony. Every time this happens, Lao Wang will be very happy, because his business is coming again, or people who do his business are looking forward to dying every day, which is one reason why others don't like Lao Wang.

During the day, Lao Wang made a lot of money from his business. In the evening, he was too excited to sleep, thinking about what to buy. Just then, the old oversized mobile phone rang and Lao Wang pressed the answer key. The voice on the other end of the phone is a middle-aged man, as if to order some incense sticks or something. Lao Wang is very happy, but something is wrong when talking about the price. The other party thought the price was too high and asked Lao Wang to give him a discount. Lao Wang regards money as his life and doesn't let go easily. In this way, a business slipped away from him, and only a cold beep could be heard on the phone.

Just as Lao Wang was about to fall asleep, he seemed to hear someone talking. So he picked up the flashlight by the pillow, casually approved a coat, and walked out of the sundry room, but the place where the flashlight shone was only some familiar goods, so Lao Wang climbed into his bed in a daze. Five minutes later, there was another sound outside. This time, he heard clearly. "I'm full, I'm full" was repeated in a loud voice, which reminded him of the phone call just now. Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I feel a little scared even if I live alone. Besides, Lao Wang is short, and I really don't know what the result will be. So he just coughed a few times on purpose, trying to give a reminder to the people outside.

The inexplicable voice made Lao Wang suspicious and almost didn't sleep a wink all night. It was not yet dawn and there were no pedestrians on the road, but Lao Wang got up early and quickly counted his money and things. I made 400 yuan yesterday, but those incense sticks and paper money seem to have moved by themselves. He clearly remembers that these things were put on the first shelf, and now they are put on the fourth shelf. Everything in front of him immediately reminded him of the urn he moved the day before yesterday, and Lao Wang shuddered.

The place near the railway is crowded with people. I heard that a cow was killed as a sacrifice and several Taoist priests were invited to do it. Very lively, naturally attracted some spectators. Lao Wang has always been indifferent to these things, but today he locked the shop door and joined the crowd to join in the fun. As soon as he got there, Lao Wang heard the proprietress of Laojie Hotel whispering something, so he was very excited and kowtowed to it. I only heard the proprietress gesticulating and saying, "I've heard my grandfather say for a long time that this used to be a cemetery, so I have to move it to build a railway, but if the ghost says that I can't leave, I can take it out on the living." Say that finish, followed by a sigh. Hearing this, Lao Wang walked away from the crowd silently, as if he were running away from something, and went back to the store alone.

The sky suddenly became extremely dark, as if a heavy rain was coming. Lao Wang seems to be worried about something, closes the doors and windows in a panic, turns around and lies in bed again.

Raindrops beat against the window like hail. At this moment, a shadow entered Lao Wang's room. Because the light is too dim, I can't see the man's face at all, but the knife in his hand is shining with cold light. Seeing that he is getting closer and closer to himself, Lao Wang wants to shout loudly, but something seems to be stuck in his throat and he can't make a sound at all. In the dark room, the shadow is getting blurred, and only the knife is still moving towards Lao Wang. Suddenly, the knife stopped on Lao Wang's arm, and then it was quickly caught by an invisible shadow and cut down. Suddenly, bright red blood soaked the sheets.

Lao Wang jumped up from the bed. It was a dream. He breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to wipe the sweat off his head with his sleeve. At this time, he felt an abnormal pain in his arm.

Lao Wang was a little panicked and immediately ran to find the famous goddess for help. The witch was burning incense in front of the idol, turned to look at Lao Wang, then showed surprise, and then sighed. Lao Wang, who was already in a panic, was even more afraid at the moment and asked the witch what to do over and over again. The witch put down the match in her hand, patted the dust on her hand, shook her head and said, "No way, so many people have died again, and the yin is getting heavier and heavier." Those who should come back will come back. " Lao Wang is more anxious. He followed the witch's footsteps and went out. Suddenly, the witch turned around, stopped and whispered to him, "Let me teach you some formulas. Whether you can escape depends on your nature. " Lao Wang nodded gently and put his ear in the past.

From that day on, Lao Wang recited the formula that the witch taught him every night, "One day collapses, two places crack, three people live long, and four ghosts die out", and he slept well.

On the Ghost Festival in July, there were many customers in the store, and they were very busy during the day. Lao Wang lay down after taking a bath at night and didn't remember any formula. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt thirsty and got up to pour water. At this time, Lao Wang vaguely saw a light outside where the goods were placed, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. He wiped his eyes and went back to the back room, but he couldn't sleep after lying down. Just as he closed his eyes, he clearly heard a voice. The voice used to be so familiar, "We are brothers, haha, we are brothers". He became more and more afraid. Lao Wang knows that he is back, and what should be back is really back.

I think what an unforgivable thing Lao Wang has done for this store. Seeing the train coming from a distance, he pretended nothing and continued to chat with his younger brother standing by the railway track. At the moment when the train approached, he hit his brother with his body. In this way, all brotherhood vanished, leaving only a cold body and a broken arm.

There seems to be a flash of lightning in front of my eyes. A pale face appeared before Lao Wang. This face is so familiar and strange. The face approached him slowly, and then he reached out the same pale hand, or just a bone, and grabbed Lao Wang's neck. From time to time, there is a saying called "We are brothers".

The next day, people in the old street were still busy with their own affairs. But Old Street 140 was closed for several days. People in the small restaurant are talking: "How can this old Wang give up his business?" "Did Lao Wang make money?" And "Did Lao Wang move out?" Anyway, each has its own version.

At this time, Li Shu, who had a shoe repair stall in the old street, said, "I saw Lao Wang yesterday, but he left in a hurry, as if he didn't pay attention to people, thin and black." . "

"What is it? Come on, "everyone in the restaurant asked curiously.

"Just like his dead brother," Li Shu whispered. Suddenly, everyone in the small restaurant burst into laughter.

That night, Lao Wang's neighbors were awakened by the fire, and everyone ran out to have a look. It was 140 old street on fire.

"It's Lao Wang's shop, it's Lao Wang's shop," they chattered, but by the time the fire brigade arrived, the house was almost burned down.

After the fire, Lao Wang's body was not found, and people said happily, "Fortunately, no one is in it." Strange to say, only 140 was burned in the fire, and the next 139 didn't even smoke. At first, people thought it was strange, but after a long time, they forgot that there was a Lao Wang and that there used to be a 140 in the old street.

Since then, the train has never derailed. However, the house built at Laojie 140 has never been sold.

Trains, grandfathers, brothers, corpses, ghosts