Most of the residential buildings in towns are built by themselves, with unique families.

A small building with two or three floors. The surface is covered with white ceramic tiles and square. The outside is surrounded by a three-meter-high cement wall and iron doors are welded.

Most families also raise domestic pets such as chickens, dogs, etc. in the yard.

Not very beautiful, but big enough.

Song Hu's family is one of them.

When Lu Li came to Song Hu's house, the two iron doors that should have been closed were open. The remaining Spring Festival couplets were torn to pieces and only a few pieces of red paper were left. A van with white cloth was parked by the wall. Several middle-aged men stood in the parking space, holding cigarettes at their fingertips to suck the clouds and mist.

White paper money was covered with mold spots all over the ground, soaked in a ball by the wet face.

Lu Li pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked into the yard with his eyes in front of the door.

More than a dozen figures were scattered in the courtyard, dressed in plain clothes. The younger generation wore mourning clothes, while the older generation wore white cloth.

The living room temporarily acts as a mourning hall, and the black wooden coffin is placed on the wooden rack in the middle of the living room.

According to local customs, you can only be buried after the first seventh period.

Today is exactly the seventh day.

Lu Li in the black coat was not eye-catching. He looked around and walked towards a middle-aged couple at the entrance of the living room.

"Hello, I am Song Hu's colleague, this is his home."

The middle-aged couple was stunned at the same time. Song Hu's father reacted and said enthusiastically: "Hello, hello, you are Xiaohu's leader. Oh, I'm still here to trouble you because I'm so far away."

Lu Li did not explain and made a decision. He looked into the mourning hall, paused slightly on the photo, and withdrew his gaze and said, "What happened to Xiaohu?"

Song Hu's mother's eyes immediately turned red and she choked up. Song Hu's father sighed: "It's all our fault. It's cold these days. Xiaohu felt that the room was tide and moved the stove in the past. I thought we had used it for decades, but I didn't care about it. Who knew that the child closed the stove without windows and burned himself... I got up at night and asked about the smell of smoke, but didn't think so much, but the result... hey."

The old man sighed, and he was a teenager.

"Please feel sorry for me." Lu Li's expression moved slightly, as if he wanted to show sadness or regret, and then found that he could not do it.

"Can I put in an incense stick on him?"

"Yes, come in with me." The old Taoist responded, led Lu Li into the mourning hall, walked to the altar to prepare incense, and said without looking back. "You are visiting him on behalf of Xiaohu's colleagues? Is it really bothering that you still miss him."

"It should."

Lu Li looked at the coffin with a layer of lacquer on the surface.

He noticed the yin energy.

The yin energy is not strong, and it is even unknown whether it can be called a ghost.

Before Lu Li could determine whether there was a ghost in it, a slight sound suddenly sounded from the coffin.

The coffin suddenly moved a gap, revealing the dark and bottomless interior.

Lu Li looked up at the old man who was burning incense, stroked the lid of the coffin with his palm, and closed the lid of the coffin that was pushed open a gap little by little.

The coffin was closed again, his palm was withdrawn, and the old man lit the three incense sticks and turned around and handed it to Lu Li.

"Just just plug it in the incense burner. You are the leader, so there is no need to pay attention to it."

Lu Li nodded, took the incense handed over by the old man, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Song Hu is twenty-three or four years old and upright young man in the photo. The old man next to him is over fifty years old and his hair is almost gray.

A white-haired man gives a black-haired man.

Refusing the old man to stay for dinner, Lu Li stared at the calm coffin and left Song Hu's house.

The old-fashioned Xiali started, poured it back thirty or forty meters before stopping the engine on the side of the road.

Lu Li did not leave.

The perceived yin energy cannot be an illusion. There must be unknown events in the coffin. Today is the first seventh day. If Lu Li predicts that, Song Hu's ghost will appear in the early morning tonight.

This is a distance that allows him to sense the yin energy without being noticed by Song Hu's family.

In the quiet car, Lu Li in the driver's seat was waiting quietly.

After a while, a black car with the words "Agent" printed on it came and stopped at the door of the house next to Song Hu's house.

The family of three got out of the car with a golden retriever. The agent in a suit turned off the car, then got out of the car, opened the iron door with a smile on his face, and walked into the door together.

More than ten minutes later, the figure of the three and the agent appeared from behind the door. They seemed to have agreed on something and left by car.

The speed of occupancy in this family was unexpected.

A few hours later, the moving company's van had arrived.

The little girl hugged the golden retriever and ran into the iron door cheering. The moving master opened the back door of the van and moved the furniture one by one.

Bookshelf, refrigerator, piano, workstation.

All items that were not like ordinary people were carried into the door by the moving master.

The couple stood by the door and whispered something. Then there seemed to be a dispute, and the squabbling sounded intermittently by the wind.

"...I feel wronged..."

“………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“………………I don’t want to move here…”

Squeak squeak—

The car window was shaken by Lu Li, and the sound suddenly became much clearer.

"I just think this house is very cold. Don't you feel it? Babe doesn't dare to run around."

"That's just your illusion. It's raining all the time during the rainy season. If the room is not popular, it will definitely be a little cold. Didn't we move in the air conditioner? Beibei is a dog, and he will definitely be a little scared when he goes to a strange environment."

The husband held his wife's shoulder and said seriously: "Listen, but I believe everything will be fine. Sooner or later, there will be bands who will like me, and sooner or later, there will be singers who will choose my songs. Will you believe me?"

"...Well. I don't care about these things, it's just children..."

"I know...I know everything..."

The husband hugged his wife in his arms, and the couple snuggled together, which seemed to be remiss.

Lu Li withdrew his gaze and paused slightly at Song Hu's house not far ahead.

The joy of moving in the left side, and the pain of losing a son on the right side.

He rolled up the car window, leaned back into the seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

An hour later, the moving company finished transporting, and the family of three left at the delivery truck at the door and led each other into the iron door.

...

“The corridor is very poor.”

Receiving the current situation for the time being does not mean that Han Lan will not complain about these things.

"The big houses are like this." Wu Zihao beside him laughed and said good things, and suddenly looked around. "Where is Bebe?"

The daughter jumping in front of her pointed to the dim corridor in front: "It's in front. Beibei, Beibei!"

"Wang!"

At the corner of the corridor, more than ten meters away from them, the golden retriever Beibei was tearing a piece of glue-opened wallpaper.

"Woo--"

Beibei grinned, and her sharp teeth were exposed, revealing her hideous side.

After the wallpaper torn by it, a dark and dry arm appeared on the wall.

"Babe!Babe--"

The little master's shout came from the depths of the corridor, and Beibei stood up with his ears and turned around and ran away.

A quiet corridor without a man.
Chapter completed!