Early the next morning, I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly felt someone pushing me and seemed to be calling me.

"Yi Lin, is there anything to eat?"

"Yi Lin, is there anything to eat?"

I opened my eyes in a daze and took a look, only to see Hai Dongqing pushing my shoulder with an expressionless face, and kept asking me if I had anything to eat.

I didn’t think much about it at the time, thinking I was dreaming, so I closed my eyes and wanted to continue sleeping, but who knew that Hai Dongqing pushed me harder and harder, and kept shouting: “Yi Lin, is there anything to eat?

"

There are three major enemies in this world: the first is sleeping with someone's wife, the second is killing someone's parents, and the third is disturbing someone's dreams.

From the current situation, I can infer that Hai Dongqing has become enemies with me.

"What time is it now..." I opened my eyes with difficulty and looked at my phone. When I saw that the time displayed on it was eight o'clock sharp, I almost got mad to death.

Why did you wake me up so early in the morning! Where's the soul?! You don't know how to find food by yourself?!

Just when I was getting angry, Hai Dongqing handed me the clothes beside the bed: "I'm hungry and have no money. Do you have anything to eat here?"

"How old are you and you don't have money... It's so embarrassing to be in your position..." I tried not to get angry. After all, this was a guest. How rude would it be if I let my anger out?

"My money is with Uncle Fatty. He is asleep, so I can't wake him up." Hai Dongqing stood aside and watched me getting dressed, and said calmly: "It's not good to go through someone's wallet casually. I can't wake him up."

, I can only call you."

I'm really helpless.

I think at the beginning, when I first met Zhou Yan, I felt helpless. Zhou Yan was a natural idiot with no brains. The first condition for being friends with him was to be able to tolerate his idiotic side.

At that time, I felt it was the most helpless moment in my life, but obviously I was wrong.

The handsome guy in front of him seems to be inferior to Zhou Yan. It seems that Hai Dongqing takes it for granted that he is stupid, even his expression is so natural...

You are not a child...Can you bear the hunger and let me sleep...

"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles. After that, you can go and play by yourself. Don't make me sleep." I sighed helplessly, and Hai Dongqing nodded.

I lit a cigarette and smoked, scratched my head, walked out of the back room and entered the kitchen.

Cooking noodles is my specialty. It must be delicious, tasty and delicious. Of course, please ignore the embarrassing fact that I only know how to cook noodles.

After a while, I walked into the hall carrying noodles and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Birdman! Come out to eat noodles!"

The nickname Birdman is well-deserved. You are obviously a human being, but you have to use the name of a bird. So what are you if you are not a Birdman?

You woke me up so early in the morning, I didn't slap you loudly, it was already a mercy!

"Thank you." Hai Dongqing replied politely, as if he didn't mind me giving him a nickname. He silently walked to the table and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started working hard.

This man has a good temper. Can I try calling him again?

"Birdman?" I shouted tentatively, in a low voice, because his height of 1.8 meters still felt a bit oppressive...

Hai Dongqing looked up at me, his eyes calm: "What's wrong?"

I grinned: "Nothing, I'm just calling for fun, don't mind."

It's a joke, but you have to have a certain temper. I can't always make fun of others, right?

Just shout a few words to satisfy yourself. Don't make Hai Dongqing angry. It will be embarrassing then. After all, I am the guest and I am the master, right?

"It's okay." Hai Dongqing buried his head and continued eating noodles.

To be honest, I couldn't tell whether he was angry or didn't care, because this man's expression was like that of a dead person. He always had a dead face, just like the corpse just pulled out of the morgue. The dead person had a unique look.

standard.

I changed the subject: "What, why don't you go home after you make money? Why are you always with the fat uncle?"

"I made money from Uncle Fat for a month, and then I went to look for the tomb." Hai Dongqing said while eating: "The tomb is empty. It must have been stolen. I can't find a living for the time being. I just

I can follow Fat Uncle now."

"Aren't you going home?" I asked curiously.

"There's no one at home. There's no point in going home. It's better to follow Uncle Fat." Hai Dongqing paused and added: "Uncle Fat is a good man and he treats me well, so I stayed with him. After all, in ancient times

It’s hard to find a tomb, and it’s hard to find a job now.”

I nodded deeply.

It is indeed hard to find a job nowadays. Finding a job that suits your needs is no more difficult than eating a dumpling stuffed with cabbage and eating leeks.

There are many such examples in life. For example, my college classmate Zhang Shan’s grandson graduated in medicine like us. He wanted to be a gynecologist, and flirting with female patients every day was his highest pursuit.

But as soon as he graduated, Zhang Shan became a fool. After looking for a job for several months, he found a job with a salary that was barely satisfactory. He helped people in a small clinic on Guiwu Road.

The person I see every day is either an aunt or a middle-aged uncle. It is said that he was in tears every night during the first period. When I heard this news, I almost laughed so hard that I died.

Just as I was yawning and about to go back to sleep, my phone suddenly rang.

I picked up the phone and looked at it. The caller ID was Zhang Liguo.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?"

"There are clues about Wang Xue's case." Zhang Liguo laughed and said: "I stayed up late yesterday to ask someone to investigate, and finally found out something."

I was stunned when I heard this. How powerful are the police now? Did they find out the clues in one night?

"Wang Xue was a resident of Maotai Building in 1993. He lived in Room 2308 on the 23rd floor of Maotai Building." Zhang Liguo started talking to me: "On July 4, 1994, Wang Xue's husband Li

Tian went to the police station to report the case, saying that his wife had been struck to death by lightning."

I frowned and interrupted Zhang Liguo: "Li Tian? Where is he now?"

"Don't be anxious, just listen to me." Zhang Liguo sighed: "After receiving the report, the bureau immediately sent people to the scene to conduct an investigation. The place where the body was located was the rooftop of the building, and the front

There was indeed a heavy rain one night, and the body's death condition was similar to that of someone who had been struck by lightning, so the final conclusion was that Wang Xue was struck to death by lightning."

"Didn't you say that Wang Xue was murdered? Could it be that his husband was the murderer?" Zhang Liguo asked.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Uncle Zhang, please don't do anything there. I'm going to ask Wang Xue. Although she can't remember most things now, I should be able to ask her something if I use her husband's name to stimulate her.

Come."

Zhang Liguo agreed, then hung up the phone and said he was waiting for news from me.

"Thank you, I'm full." Hai Dongqing placed the bowls and chopsticks neatly on the table and spoke very politely.

I put away the dishes and said: "Don't call me by my name, it sounds weird. Just call me Mu Mu like my friends."

"I got it." Hai Dongqing nodded: "Don't call me by my name, it sounds weird. Just call me Xiao Hai like Uncle Fat."

I couldn't help but smile when I heard this. Are you a repeater?

Besides, at your age, it’s not appropriate for me to call you Xiaohai. You are older than me no matter what...

"Can I call you Birdman?" I laughed and made a joke, but I didn't expect Hai Dongqing to take it seriously. I agreed without thinking much: "You can call me whatever you want."

After clearing away the dishes, I entered the back room, and Hai Dongqing followed me in.

I lit a stick of tribute incense, bowed three times to the ancestor, and respectfully inserted it into the incense altar.

"Big Bird, stand behind me." I reached out and picked up the jade piece containing Wang Xue, and called Hai Dongqing. The moment I finished speaking, my movements froze, as if I had thought of something.

Big Bird...why is this word a bit weird...it seems to be a complimentary word...

"Oh." Hai Dongqing didn't pay attention to what I called him. He took a few steps back and stood by the door. He looked at me quietly and said, "Let's call him this from now on. It sounds quite pleasant."

The corners of my eyes twitched. Did this girl understand the evil connotation of the word "big bird", or did it really sound pleasant to my ears?

I turned my head and looked at him, hoping to get some clues from his facial expression, but once I saw his dead face, I basically gave up all hope.

Do you expect to find answers to high numbers from a piece of white paper?

The tribute incense in the incense altar has been burned more than half. In the ever-burning lamp, the orange-red firelight reflects the portrait of the ancestor, and the atmosphere seems to have become a little weird.

Grandmaster is still the same, covered in mist and grinning widely.

If you look at it casually, you will think that the God of Joy looks strange, but if you look carefully for a long time, you will feel that the joy comes from your heart.

It was as if I had somehow let go of all the burdens in my heart, making people feel very relaxed.

After the incense burned out, I took the incense altar into my hand and carefully poured some ashes on the offering table.

After doing this, I lit another stick of tribute incense and inserted it into the incense altar, placed the jade piece containing Wang Xue in the incense ashes, and made several gestures on the incense ashes with my fingers, and then everything was ready.

If you want to talk to ghosts and ghosts, you must go through some fixed procedures, just like when you play with a computer, you must plug in the power to turn it on. This basically means the same thing.

"Bang! Bang!!"

I patted the altar table heavily with both hands. Seeing that the fat uncle was still sleeping, I didn't dare to speak too loudly, so I lowered my voice and opened my mouth to sing.

"The sky is gray, the earth is gray, and the suffering master is resentful in all directions."

"If you can't cross your unfulfilled wish, who would be a lonely ghost?"

"Sir, I invite Wang Xuehun to come back quickly and express your sincere feelings."

"I invite Heavenly Soul to sit here."

"Second, please invite the soul to come to this hall."
To be continued...