Chapter 119 Chapter Thirty-Six Two Paper Figures

The man sighed and nodded slowly.He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to grandpa, saying: "Your pocket is as flat as ironing, where can you get a cigarette!" Grandpa smiled awkwardly and took his cigarette. After lighting the cigarette, Grandpa asked, "Are you sure there is a car accident here every year? And these days?" The man nodded: "You may not know, but people who live in that area can prove it. They will see bloody car accidents these days every year. They have been rumored to be haunted for a long time, but they have not happened to them. Who are they Don’t even dare to intervene.”

Grandpa said: "There have been two car accidents in the past few days. Which one do you think is involved in this incident and which one is not involved in this incident?" The man said: "If the two accidents happened a little further apart, I would know. But the two accidents happened too close together, so I don't know which one is which one is not." "This is also a problem." Grandpa pursed his lips and thought for a moment, "Since you can't tell which is which, how can I help? If you can't find out the source, I can't help you." I interjected, "Then follow the rules."

"How to do it according to the rules?" Grandpa asked.The man also looked at me with questioning eyes. I said: "This should be the same as the water ghost. They are all looking for substitutes. This is obvious. Isn't it?" Grandpa nodded in agreement.It is not uncommon to hear water ghosts in this area, and the man nodded in agreement. "Then we'll do the same thing as finding a substitute. If the boy upstairs is still not well, it will prove that he is an exception; if he is better, it will prove that he is the victim in this matter. But your daughter," I looked at the man and said, "We don't know why, maybe it's not related."

"Then don't bother the father and son upstairs. When did your daughter have an accident?" Grandpa asked. "It was early in the morning when I was in school." The man added, "The boy upstairs also happened early in the morning." Grandpa nodded and said, "The road is slippery in the morning, and there are more accidents." Grandpa stood up, patted his buttocks, and said, "I'll set the scene at the accident site tomorrow morning. After the settling is over, I'll know whether it's your daughter or the one upstairs." The boy has something to do with it."

The man hurriedly asked: "What if my daughter is for another reason?" Grandpa said: "Let's see it then, one step at a time, okay?" "Hey, hey." The man hurriedly bowed and nodded. "I still need your cooperation." Grandpa said to the man. "If you have anything to tell me, but if my daughter has something to do with other things, please help me again. OK?" "Okay." Grandpa replied simply and simply. So, grandpa explained this to the man.Then we went our separate ways, each getting ready. I went home with my grandpa.Grandpa chopped a piece of bamboo in the back garden, cut a few bamboo strips, and tied them into the shape of a person. Then he pasted white paper on the bamboo strips, and asked a neighbor to ask for a bowl of rooster blood to pour on the paper figurine.

"Okay," said Grandpa.He hung the bloody paper figurine in the corner of the main room with a hemp rope, like a hanged ghost.Grandma was afraid of scaring others, so she found a coir raincoat to cover it. If it's really a hanging ghost, I'm not afraid.But this paper man made my heart tremble slightly. When I was eating, I was always distracted. When I turned my head to look at the coir raincoat, I always felt that the paper man was doing small movements under the coir raincoat, or watching us secretly. That night, I dreamed of Kefu ghost again.Its lips were dry and peeling.It asked me for a bowl of water to drink.I said, I'm in a dream, and it's useless to give you a bowl of water to drink.

When I was young, I also had funny moments. Sometimes my mother would not give pocket money, and in my dreams I dreamed that there were a lot of fifty cents in front of me.At the same time, I also know that this is a dream, and the money will be gone when I wake up.So I thought of a way to hold the money tightly in the palm of my hand to prevent it from slipping away.At that time, I was naive and thought to myself: In the process of returning from dream to reality, the money will not have any chance to leave my hands. But every time I woke up I was disappointed. Think about it later, if you change the money into candy first, wouldn't that be good?So in the dream, I took the money and went to the small shop to buy snacks.But the aunt in the small shop said, you are paper, you can't buy things.I picked up the money returned by my aunt and saw that it was the scratch paper I used for my homework.

I woke up the next day, remembering the dream last night, and realized that I stayed at my grandfather's house for the past few days and didn't water the roses.No wonder it says thirsty.I decided to go back and water it as soon as I was done with it. My grandpa and I went to the agreed place without breakfast. Seeing that the man was waiting there with a paper doll in his hand, Grandpa was shocked: "Why did you get one too? Didn't I tell you yesterday that I got this paper doll, why don't you call a car?" The man said: "My daughter gave me a dream last night, saying that her death was due to other things. At the bridge above the slope, an engineer was crushed to death by a suspended cement slab, so he came to me. Daughter as a stand-in."

Grandpa slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, why did I forget about this?" I hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Do you also know?" Grandpa said: "Why don't you know? The bridge broke down last year, and the village asked people to lift the prefabricated slabs, and I also came. At that time, an engineer from other places was measuring under the bridge pier, and a cement slab lifted by the crane suddenly fell off. He was crushed to death. I'm so stupid that I didn't think of it." I said, "You're busy enough these days, how can you think so much?" Indeed, these days, Grandpa has never stopped. He went to the neighboring county to clean up the sycamore tree stump, and came back to catch ghosts and prostitutes, and there were miscellaneous things in between.I was a little dizzy, and I didn't even have time to water the rose.

Grandpa said: "That's right. I asked you to call a car, why didn't you see the car?" The man said in embarrassment: "You don't even think about it yourself, which car is willing to help me? What if something happens to their car in the future, they still want to trouble me." I asked in confusion, "Why are you looking for a car? Do you still need a car for this home?" Grandpa didn't answer, he asked the man, "Then what's the use of your paper doll?" The man said, "My daughter told me that I would bury the paper man under the bridge and press it with cement boards."

I laughed and said, "Are you going to tear down a concrete slab on the bridge?" The man said: "My daughter told me that the concrete slab that killed the engineer was more than 50 meters to the left of the bridge. Now it is covered with haystacks, and you can see it when you remove the haystacks."