Chapter 93 two maybe two ghost poems

Before going on, we might as well talk about a strange incident in more detail. This strange incident happened in Montfermeil almost at the same time, and it coincides with the speculation of the public security personnel. There is a long-standing superstition in Montfermeil, and there is still a superstition near Paris that can spread all over the place.We are the kind of people who value the condition of rare plants.So, let's talk about Montfermeil's superstitions.It is believed that the devil has chosen the local forest as his treasure hiding place since ages past.The mothers-in-law also affirmed that when it was getting dark, in those open places in the woods, there would often be a black man who looked like a coachman or a woodcutter, wearing a pair of wooden shoes on his feet, and wearing a coarse coat and trousers. But not only does he not wear a hat, but he also has two huge horns on his head.This trait really speaks to what he is.The man often digs holes in the ground.People who encounter this kind of thing have three ways to deal with it.The first is to go and talk to him.You will see that he is just an ordinary countryman, he is black because it is dark, he is not digging any holes, but cutting hay for the cows, and he has horns, it is only because of his back He was carrying a dung fork on his back. Looking from a distance in the twilight, the tines of the dung fork seemed to grow out of his head.You go home and you're dead within a week.The second method is to watch him, and after he has dug the hole, covered it with soil and walked away, you can quickly run to find the hole he dug, dig it up, and take out the "treasure" that the black man must have buried there. ".If you do that, you will die within a month.There is a third way, which is to never talk to the black man, never look at him, but to run away quickly.You have to die within a year.

All three methods are inappropriate, and the second method is more beneficial, at least you can get treasure, even if you only live for a month, it is worth it.So that is the most widely used method.Some daring men, wanting money rather than life, it is said that they have dug the hole dug by the black man more than once, and with evidence, and made some money for the devil.The harvest is said to be nothing extraordinary.At the very least, the age-old legend should be believed, and especially the two incomprehensible lines written in barbarian Latin by a Norman monk named Trifon on this subject.The monk, who knew some witchcraft and was a wicked man, was buried in the abbey of Saint-Georges at Bocheville, near Rouen, with toads growing on his grave.

The pits, often dug very deep, were searched with great effort, sweat, and work all night, for that kind of thing is always done at night, with sweaty shirts, lighted candles, and hoes. , When you dig to the bottom of the pit and hold the "treasure", what will you find?What is the devil's treasure?A sou, sometimes a guinea, a stone, a wreck, a bloody corpse, sometimes a dead man, folded in four like a letter in a briefcase, sometimes nothing.Trifon's two crooked lines express something similar to the situation of troublemakers: To this day, it is said that someone still finds a powder bottle with a few bullets, and sometimes an old deck of yellow and red cards full of oil stains, which have obviously been played by devils.Triphon made no mention of the latter two discoveries, for he was born in the twelfth century, and devils were not clever enough to invent gunpowder before Roger Bacon, or playing cards before Charles VI.

And if any man gambles with that kind of cards, he loses everything; and as for the gunpowder in that bottle, it has the effect of blowing the barrel of your gun in your face. Besides, the public security officials suspected that Jean Valjean, the freed convict, had been hiding in the Montfermeil area during the days of his abscondence; An old road builder named Pula Tuliuer also had some "actions" in the woods.It is said in that place that Pulatulliu was in a hard labour, that he was in some respects under the watchful eye of the police, and that as he could not find work anywhere, the government hired him at a low price between Ghani and Rani. Worked as a road worker on the convenience road.

That Pu Latu Liuer is regarded by the locals in a different light. He is too thoughtful and humble. He takes off his hat quickly when he sees anyone. He trembles and smiles when he sees the police. Some people say that he is likely to be with some gangsters. There is a connection, and it is suspected that he lays an ambush in the corner of some bushes in the evening.His only hobby is getting drunk. The common legend goes like this: The pavement and road work of Pula Tuliu was finished early recently, and he took his pickaxe to the woods.Someone would meet him at dusk in the most desolate clearings and among the deepest bushes, as if looking for something, and sometimes digging holes in the ground.Those passing mothers-in-law and mothers bumped into him and thought they had bumped into Baalzebub, but later recognized it was Pula Tuliuer, but they were still worried.Pu La Tu Liu'er also seemed to dislike meeting those passers-by.He deliberately avoided it, and he obviously had ulterior secrets.

Some people in the village said: "Obviously, the devil has appeared again. Pula Tuliu'er saw him, and he was looking for him. To be honest, it would be great if he could catch a ghost king." Some undecided The man also added: "I don't know whether the result is that Pulatuliu'er is catching ghosts, or ghosts are catching Pulatuliuer." Those old women drew many crosses. After a while, Pula Tuliuer stopped his activities in the woods, and continued to do his road work in a regular manner.Everyone talked about other things. Some people are still thinking about it, thinking that it is not the illusory treasure in ancient legends at all, but a windfall that is more real and more authentic than the banknotes of the ghost country. Road workers found half. The "most itchy" people were the schoolteacher and the innkeeper, Thénardier. The schoolteacher had friendship with everyone, and he would not hesitate to make friends with Poulatuliu.

"Has he ever been in prison?" Thénardier used to say. "Oh, my God! No one knows who is in prison today, and no one knows who will be in prison tomorrow." One night, the elementary school teacher must have said that if in the past, the officials had gone to investigate what Pulatu Liuer did in the woods, they must have learned about it from him, and if necessary, they might have sentenced them to death. Liu'er basically confessed, and he definitely couldn't stand, for example, that kind of waterboarding. "We'll give him a drink," said Thenardier.

Together, the four of them invited the road worker to drink.Pu Latu Liu'er drank for a while, but didn't speak much.He dealt with them with great artistry and tact, drinking like a drunk and reticent like a judge.But Thenardier and the schoolteacher, who kept asking questions, cohered the few incomprehensible words he had accidentally revealed, and pursued him closely, thought they had learned something like this: One morning, Pu La Tu Liu'er went to work at dawn, and saw a shovel and a pick under a bush of thorns in a corner of the forest, as if they were hidden there by someone else.At the same time, he thought that it was probably the shovel and pick of the water bearer Grandpa Sifel, so he stopped thinking about it.But in the evening of the same day, he saw a man walking from the road to the thickest part of the woods, and he himself could not be seen, because a big tree hid him, and he found that "it is not a country at all." People, and he is an old acquaintance that Pu Latu Liuer knows very well."According to Thenardier's speculation, "it is a partner who is in a hard labor prison."Pu La Tu Liu Er firmly refused to say the name of that person.The man was carrying a package of things, square, like a big box, or a small box.Pu Latu Liu'er was quite surprised.After seven or eight minutes, he suddenly remembered to follow that "old acquaintance" to have a look.But it was too late, the old acquaintance had already walked into a place with dense foliage, and it was getting dark, so Pu La Tu Liu Er could not keep up with him.So he decided to watch outside the woods. "The moon is on the mountain." Two or three hours later, Pu La Tu Liu'er saw his old acquaintance come out of the bush again, but what he was carrying now was not the small box, but a pick and a shovel.Pula Tuliuer let the old acquaintance walk over, and didn't think of dealing with him, because he thought that the man was three times stronger than him and still held a pickaxe. If he recognized him and found himself If he has been seen through, he is likely to be beaten to death.It's amazing that the old rain treats each other so wholeheartedly when they meet again.Bura Tuliuer suddenly remembered the shovel and pick hidden in the thorn bushes in the morning. He ran to look, but the shovel and pick were not there.He thus concluded that his old acquaintance, having gone into the wood, dug a hole with his pick, buried his box in it, and filled the hole with earth with his shovel.Besides, the box was too small to hold a dead man, so it must have contained money.Therefore, he is looking for.Puladu Liuer has studied the whole forest, guessed it, searched it, and looked at all the places that showed signs of recent ground breaking.Nothing.

He didn't "catch" anything.At Montfermeil no one thought about it any more.But there are some honest old women who say, "I'm sure that roadman in Gurney will never work so hard for no reason, and the devil must have come again."