Chapter 1051 Paper Maker
"Let's go, follow up and have a look." Yu Chengmu raised his leg and followed the shoe prints into the village.
The strange shoe prints were quickly separated from the villagers' footprints, and they set foot on a path alone. Judging from the rough footprints left behind, it was estimated that there were quite a few of these ghosts, at least a dozen.
This number obviously cannot be explained by the corpses in a few coffins last night.
We walked all the way and finally arrived at an independent courtyard on the edge of the village. The shoe prints disappeared in front of the courtyard gate.
The yard was larger than the villagers' houses they saw along the way, but it was slightly dilapidated. If you look closely, you could see signs of someone living there. The front door had been simply taken care of.
“The courtyard wall of this house is so high.” The fat man looked around. The height of the courtyard wall prevented them from seeing the scene inside. The more this happened, the more curious everyone became.
Jia Jinliang pretended to knock on the door, but Yu Chengmu stopped him and scolded him, "Nonsense, do you know what you are doing?" Yu Chengmu twitched his beard and looked serious.
"Old sir, what advice do you have?" Jia Jinliang chuckled, his acting skills were more natural than Yu Chengmu's, and there was even a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Yu Chengmu walked over, stood on tiptoes, straightened his arms, and touched the top of the door frame with his hand. After a while, he seemed to have touched something. He pulled it with his hand, and suddenly there was light coming towards him. .
It is a built-in mirror with a simple style and Bagua patterns around it.
The mirror was originally covered with a piece of cloth, but at this moment, the dark cloth was torn off by Yu Chengmu and held in his hand.
“There is a Bagua mirror on the door, the stone steps under the door are long and thin, the courtyard wall is high and uneven, and bricks must be missing every nine times. This family also has a side door.” Yu Chengmu stared at it. The face of the dark courtyard door was a little unnatural, "Don't knock on the door of someone else's house, otherwise you will accidentally release the evil spirit inside, and you will be happy." It's going to be a funeral."
Hearing this, Jia Jinliang couldn't help but tremble, but he still said with a smile: "Old sir, it's not... not as bad as you said."
Yu Chengmu sneered and stepped aside: "Then you knock, I want to see what will open the door for you."
Seeing the lively performance of this group of people, Du Moyu secretly laughed in his heart, but he still pretended not to know, and stepped forward to persuade: "Mr. Yu, Boss Jia is also unintentional, so you should stop arguing with him." After turning around, Du Moyu complimented: "Please ask Mr. Yu to help us these late nights." Please explain the mystery of the courtyard in front of you."
Yu Chengmu did not answer directly, but winked at Zhang Junyu. After receiving the order, Zhang Junyu immediately walked to the door without daring to touch it with his hands. Instead, he picked up a stone from the ground and gently pressed it against the wooden door.
There was a gap in the middle of the door, about half a finger wide. Zhang Junyu waited for a while before slowly moving his face towards it.
About a few seconds later, I heard a sound of air-conditioning, "Everything is stable." Zhang Junyu looked away and turned his head, his voice was a little strange.
After hearing this, Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes slightly, "He is indeed a paper maker!"
"Is there a paper maker living here?" Lei Mingyu blinked. He didn't know anything about these things, "But what do you mean by being stable?"
Chengmu didn't answer, Zhang Junyu looked at it He said to him somewhat politely: "This is a jargon in the antique industry. There are four paper horses and eight large sedan chairs, which are usually used for important ceremonies."
This is something that people in the ordinary antique business will understand. It is obviously only those who have been fishing for a long time in Jiangcheng. The identity of people like Yu Chengmu became clearer in his mind, but his face showed an expression of humbly asking for advice.
But at this moment, Jia Jinliang seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at the yard with fearful eyes, "So... the person who carried away... those coffins last night was... a paper maker. "A paper man coming out?"
"A paper man carrying a coffin?" Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel horrified.
Yu Chengmu glanced at him, and Zhou Qing's open mouth closed again honestly.
There were rapid footsteps not far away, and everyone immediately became nervous and looked towards the corner. After a while, a dark-skinned man walked out from behind the wall. He was the one who led the way last night.
Seeing the people in Jiangcheng, the man trotted over and said in a hurry: "Oh, why are you masters here? It's so easy for me to find them!"
"What happened? What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked. The old man was called away in a hurry not long ago. It seemed that something happened in the village.
"Someone is missing in the village." The man said quickly: "It's a woman. Her husband and son are both dead. Among the coffins you guarded last night, there were... these two people."< br>
"The woman was crying and dying. We were worried that she was committing suicide, so we specially arranged for someone to keep an eye on her. As a result, the woman made an excuse to go to the hut, but after a while, when she went to look for her again, she disappeared."
" Putting this matter aside for now, let me ask you, who is the owner of this house?" It can be seen that Zhou Qing is not interested in the disappearance of the woman at all. The words "paper man carrying coffin" covered everyone's hearts. cast a shadow.
Hearing this, the man looked at Zhou Qing with a strange expression. The next sentence he said made everyone stunned on the spot, "The owner of this house is the woman's husband, and he is usually the husband of the woman. Her husband and son are running the business here. Their family is quite eccentric and they don’t have much contact with the people in the village.”
“By the way, this should also be related to their profession. He is a papermaker. , just do Those paper figures and horses made for the dead are so well made, the paper figures look like they are alive at first glance."
The man said so much in one breath, but when he heard it. At first glance, the paper man he stuck out looked like he was alive. The fat man's face instantly became ugly. He thought to himself, brother, if you have more confidence, maybe it's not just as simple as it looks, then it's really alive. , and... can even carry a coffin!
The man rubbed his hands, looked at them with some embarrassment, and suddenly said: "Since all the masters are here, please go in with me and take a look, and also give me courage." The man behaved very honestly and bitterly. Face said: "To tell you the truth, masters, I am alone and I really don't dare to go in and look for anyone."
The fat man swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Will that woman run back here? I think...I don't think so."
"Definitely not!" Du Moyu also echoed, don't look He writes supernatural novels. In fact, he is not very courageous. He just yells fiercely. The main reason is that there is something wrong with the yard.
"Is it inside? You have to go in and find out." The man didn't give them a chance to refuse. He walked forward directly and opened the door in two clicks without knowing how.
“Masters, please come in.”
There will be more later
(End of this chapter)