Chapter 118 Chapter Thirty-Five Finding the Rake's Tooth

"It's kind of weird to say that there is one car accident in the same place every year. But this year it happened twice. So I don't know if I can believe it." I said, "Grandpa, what do you think?" Grandpa said, "I don't know either." "You don't know either?" I thought to myself, I don't know because it is rare to encounter such things, so it is understandable.You eat more salt than I eat, don't you know? Grandpa looked at my questioning expression, spread his hands, and said, "Why can't I not know? One, I didn't go to that downhill place; two, I didn't see that child. Why should I know?" ?”

I thought, yes.So I hurriedly put away my questioning expression, changed to a smiling expression and asked: "Grandpa, what do you think should be done? If it's not caused by ghosts, it's okay, but if it's caused by ghosts, we can't turn a blind eye Bar." At this time, grandma shouted in the room: "The quilt is ready, you two, grandpa and grandson, go to sleep." Grandpa shook his head into the room and said, "Go to bed first. Fortunately, you smashed the stone that escaped today, otherwise I would not be able to fight ghost prostitutes. Get tired and have a good rest. We will talk about this matter tomorrow. "

The next day, I was about to get up in a daze when I heard my grandpa talking to someone.So I sat on the bed and listened to what they had to say. "Master Ma, please help me!" the man begged. Grandpa said: "Don't worry, talk slowly. What's the matter? My wife said that you came to see me yesterday. But I was in Hong's section yesterday and I couldn't meet you." The man said: "My daughter entrusted me with a dream last night, saying that a rake tooth was pierced into her grave, which caused her to die of pain, and she could not turn over. She also said, tell the boy's parents not to blame him. She. She hasn't reached the time to find a substitute. She won't be able to find a substitute until this time next year. So the boy who was hit by the car was not caused by her, and the father of the boy should not stick the rake teeth on her The head of the grievance and the debtor, but don’t make a mistake.”

"Is this really the case?" Grandpa asked, "As the saying goes, you think about it every day and dream at night. Is it because you are always worried that someone will stick a rake's teeth on your daughter's grave, and you will dream about it?" The man took a deep breath and said, "That's possible. But the boy's parents keep pestering me, so it's not a solution." Grandpa said: "Don't worry about it. Let's go to your daughter's grave now. If there are rake teeth, this dream is true. If not, then I can't help you." "I'm going too." I quickly got up from the bed and put on my clothes and shoes indiscriminately.

The three of us went to his daughter's grave.This is a new tomb, and the ever-burning lamp on the tomb is still in good condition.The new soil also has a strong earthy smell. The three of us looked and looked around the tomb, but couldn't find the rake teeth. "Could it be that I'm overthinking it?" The man touched the top of his head with his wide and callused palm. We are leaving.Grandpa said: "Wait, I'll count the time." Grandpa closed his eyes, and tapped the other four fingers regularly with his thumb. After a while, Grandpa opened his eyes and said to the man, "You go to the grave." Look from the top. Dig three fingers deep and you can see the tines."

The man dubiously walked to the top of the grave, and pushed aside the new soil that was not yet firm.I looked at the man's hand expectantly by the grave.Grandpa sat on a flat stone with a good chance of winning, squinting his eyes against the wind. "No wow." The man stopped digging and said to his grandfather. Grandpa held out an index finger and said, "The depth of three fingers. Did you dig it?" The man also stretched out his index finger, measured it in the pit on the top of the grave, and said, "Oh, it's not as deep as three fingers. no." Grandpa asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?" The man rubbed out the cigarette case with his forearm and threw it to Grandpa.

The man dug for a while and said, "The soil here is more compact and difficult to dig." Grandpa said, "That's right." "What's wrong?" I asked. Grandpa said: "For newly buried graves, the soil on the head of the grave is thin and soft. If he dug up the compact soil, it means that someone nailed rake teeth here and compacted the soil. The person was afraid that others would find out. So some loose soil was added on top of the compact soil to cover it up. But the man didn’t expect that the girl would explain it to her father in a dream.” Before the grandfather finished speaking, the man yelled: "Sure enough, there is a rake's tooth, so fucking cruel! My daughter has been wronged and suffered." The man raised his hand for me and grandpa to see. The tines, rusty and muddy, were in his hand.His hands were shaking slightly.

Grandpa was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay. I'll help you." The man washed his hands by a pond and took us to the hospital together.From the fork where my grandfather and I met the ghost officer last time, we walked two or three miles to the right and arrived at the hospital.The condition of this hospital is not very good, the plaster on the walls is peeling off, and the iron bars on the windows are rusty.There is a small flower pavilion in the middle of the hospital, but the weeds are overgrown, the flowers are messy and neglected. "The boy is on the second floor," said the man.

The inpatient department of the hospital is a simple two-story building with extremely narrow stairs, and the steps are so high that you have to lift your legs to go up.The guardrail next to the steps was so dirty that I didn't dare to hold on to it to keep my balance when I was unsteady. I thought to myself, the hospital is broken down like this, can the patients feel comfortable living here, can the patients trust the doctors here?At least send someone to clean up the dirty place. Go to the second floor, turn left, and enter the fifth ward.A five or six-year-old boy was lying on a white bed, and beside him lay a man, who should be his father.His father was snoring like thunder, and the boy was able to fall asleep with such snoring.

"How about we come in after they wake up?" The man put his mouth close to Grandpa's ear and asked.There was unwashed dirt between his nails. Grandpa nodded and motioned me out. We walked out lightly, closed the door, and walked down the stairs that were not human at all.We saw that there was no other place to rest, so we went to the flower pavilion overgrown with weeds, wiped the cement stools a little, and sat down.The ass was cold for a while. The sun is not out yet.Crystal clear dew hangs at the ends of the weed leaves, ready to drip down.The deformed shadows of the three of us are reflected in the dewdrops.

"Your daughter hasn't yet..." Grandpa tilted his head and said, "Uh, uh, uh... is also in this hospital?" After finishing speaking, grandpa reached into his pocket for a cigarette.