There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 782: Buying the dead under the plum tree
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The simplest difference between urban-rural fringe and suburban area is:
The urban-rural fringe is an area that continues to expand with the development of cities and has both urban and rural populations.
In layman's terms, it was a rural household registration before the demolition.
After the demolition, it is an urban household registration.
The suburbs are outside the urban-rural fringe, which surrounds the city in a ring of farmland, plains, forests, fish ponds, high-pollution and high-emission chemical plants, etc.
The Confucian Temple is in the suburbs.
However, Founder handed the phone of the old **** stick, and the navigation APP showed it gradually went deep into the urban-rural junction, that is, walked back.
"Brother, why did you go back?"
"The city is so big, but the little brother can confidently draw an approximate range. Is there any basis for the little brother?"
Looking at several places marked on the map, the old **** stick looked at Fang Zheng with some curiosity and perplexity.
Fang just noticed that the old **** stick is one hundred thousand why. If he doesn’t explain it clearly, it is estimated that his ears will not be cleaned along the way, so he patiently explained: "I have found someone to check. , Zhang Lihong, mother and son of the college entrance examination student, when they went to the Confucian Temple to ask for a visa that day, they all passed by these places."
"So, starting from these locations, you should be able to get closer to the truth."
Actually, there is one more sentence that Founder didn't say clearly.
To be as simple and light as he said, Captain Fei and the others have already found the source of the supernatural event.
In addition to the above points, the connection that Founder felt from the ghost in Room 502 was in this area.
When the places where Zhang Lihong's mother and son have been visited, after superimposing and screening, the overlapping areas that appeared are the few places that Founder finally marked on the navigation map.
It's just that the next investigation was a bit unsuccessful.
The transportation in the urban-rural fringe is not well developed.
Many places are stinking ditches and small alleys where sewage flows.
The already narrow road, coupled with debris, garbage accumulation, shops occupying the road for business, chaotically built sheds, and vehicles on both sides of the road are parked in disorder, and the road here is even more congested and it is difficult to drive.
In order to find a way to drive, the old **** stick drove the car around east and west, wasting a lot of time along the way, barely reaching the first place marked by Fang Zheng.
The point is that there is still no clue on this trip.
Next, another question came. The old **** stick came in from a small road with random parking on both sides of the road, but when he was about to go out, he could not turn around. His old Jetta was blocked in the small road and couldn’t get out. NS.
Finally, Fangzheng got out of the car and commanded it. The old **** stick came out with the difficulty of stalling the car several times.
At this time, the old **** stick was so nervous that sweat was secreted from his forehead, and the back of his robe was wet.
"Little brother, this is not a solution. It's not as fast as two legs." Finally, the old **** stick began to pour the bitter water with Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng wondered, this is really a waste of time.
Getting out of the car and taking shortcuts are faster than driving.
So, there were two more people walking at night in the urban-rural junction where there were a few barking wild dogs from time to time.
After about ten minutes of walking at night, when he was about to approach the next marked spot, the old **** stick stood under a dim yellow street lamp and suddenly made a sound of surprise.
"Hey, brother, you see there is a plum tree here."
Fangzheng saw that there were several low-rise old houses on the opposite side of the lamppost where they were standing. From a distance, he saw a tree with a pointed canopy.
It is the plum tree that the old **** stick said.
Fang Zheng didn't recognize it as a plum tree at first, thinking that it was just an ordinary tree, and he was not the goddess of wisdom and could not be omniscient and omnipotent. Now most people can't tell the difference in appearance between green trees and fruit trees. In short, they are all trees, no matter what kind of tree they are.
Just like Asians look at white people, they all look exactly the same, and they can’t distinguish between the protagonist and the passerby.
If it hadn't been for the old **** stick, the old rivers and lakes had so much knowledge, Fang Zheng would never recognize that it was a plum tree.
"Unexpectedly, there are people planting fruit trees in the city. It is indeed a bit rare." Fang Zheng just finished speaking, but found that the old **** stick had been staring at the plum tree.
Founder's eyes moved.
"Old **** stick, do you see any problems?"
Fang Zheng is only a half-way monk.
Sometimes, some professional knowledge still has to rely on these experienced old world and old metaphysics.
"Little brother, have you ever heard an old folk saying, peaches raise people, apricots hurt people, and plum trees bury people dead? If I were this family, I would never plant a plum tree near the house. This is not a good sign."
Hearing this, Fang Zheng's heart moved.
Fang Zheng thought and recalled: "I heard this sentence from my elders when I was a child, saying that peaches can nourish health and nourish qi, so the ancients always said that the peach is longevity, longevity peach."
"Apricot is a kind of heat-toxic fruit. If you eat too much, it will cause inflammation of the gums and mouth ulcers."
"As for burying people under the plum tree, it is said that if you eat too much plums, you will easily become weak and hurt the spleen. The spleen is often the most fragile, and the lesions in the spleen will lead to death."
Nevertheless, the old **** stick who has been staring at the plum tree intently has another saying: "Little brother, should we make a bet, there must be a dead person buried under the plum tree!"
Fang Zheng's heart moved.
It really aroused curiosity.
So, following the old magic stick, he approached the plum tree.
Walking and walking, both Fang Zheng and the old **** stick found something wrong, because the plum tree was actually near the spot marked on this trip.
There must be something here! !
The old **** stick suddenly felt that he had lost his gambling.
He was cautious, careful, and only bet on one day's salary with Founder.
According to the current situation, he bet that one month's salary will be stable and profitable.
For the old sacred stick like Grandet, it’s more painful than losing a lifetime of savings. Just when the old sacred stick was thinking about how to speak and change the gambling capital, under the lonely night of no one, The two had approached the house where the plum tree was planted.
That is a plum tree planted by the side of the road.
The owner of Li Zishu is a renovated three-story small building. Although it has been renovated, it can be seen from some subtle traces on the outer wall that this family has had a fire before.
"Great Hotel?"
The old **** stick raised his head and read to an electronic sign.
Fang Zheng shook his head speechlessly, then corrected: "That is Tiantian Hotel."
The old **** stick noticed that it turned out that the electronic sign was broken, and the two "ones" were not bright, but if you look closely, you can still see the traces.
At this time, Fangzheng, standing at the entrance of this hotel, turned his head around and looked around. This should be the main road at the junction of urban and rural areas. The road is slightly wider than other places.
Opening the hotel to the side of the main road can indeed attract a lot of business.
"Little brother, should we dig down this plum tree to see if there are dead people buried under it?" The old **** stick poked into the palm of his hand, spit on it, rolled up his sleeves and waited for Fang Zheng's words.