The taxi driver is very talkative, and he speaks in a slight and upswinging narrative, and he tells his own story.

His name is Chen Zi'an. He was born in Huixiang and grew up in Huixiang. He has never left this city.

"... When I was three months old, my mother saw me staring at the corner of the room every day and giggling at it. She burned incense there. After two days, I stopped looking there. When I was four years old, I was playing at the doorstep, playing with a group of children older than me. They kept pushing me away and snatching my marbles. They were playing on the ground, and a marble was hit far away, and then rolled past my feet. I looked back and saw the marbles rolling over and rolling to the corner of the wall. A hand stretched out from the other side of the wall and picked up the marbles. A group of people chased over and didn't see a single hair there. They grabbed me and asked me to take out the marbles. Those little kids!" Chen Zian spat and continued, "When they hit me, I saw that I stretched out my hand on the other side of the wall, and that hand just now threw out the marbles."

Chen Zi'an's hands holding the steering wheel were loosened and gestured to us, "Just throw it over, roll to the feet of a little ghost, he stepped on it and fell down his butt."

I was frightened when I saw Chen Zi'an's driving style.

In comparison, the ghost story he told sounds like a story.

Chen Zian was still talking nonstop and pointed ahead, "You are going to Caotou Road, I haven't seen anything before. But here I went over here, and along the way, there was a crying grave ridge, that place, tsk tsk... I once took people to the village at the foot of the mountain. When I arrived at the place, I heard a crying sound on the mountain, and it sounded like someone was crying. I found someone in the village and asked, and they ran away in fear. An old man told me that this was normal. There were often people crying graves on their mountain. It was said that hundreds of years ago, there was a wealthy family's ancestral grave there. When they were buried and sweeping the graves, they asked the servants in the family to kneel there and cry, and the sound was loud. There was still a sound! There was also a saying that a servant just couldn't cry well and was beaten to death by the master's family. After that, he knelt on the mountain every day to cry."

It still sounds like a folklore story.

I'm half-believing and half-doubting about this.

There are some beliefs because I saw a ghost outside the long-distance bus. The ghost should be the student's family and came to pick up people.

I just met a ghost casually, and the ghost was so calm and calm, looking like I was accustomed to my situation. I don’t believe that there was such a coincidence. This place felt uncomfortable, so I thought that ghosts might be easily born here.

Chen Zi'an talked a few more ghost stories, all of which were personal experiences. When he heard the sounds of ghosts and saw the shadows of ghosts, some things were inexplicably moved, and some things were inexplicably disappeared.

I heard him say so much and couldn't help but interrupt, "What about the missing you said before? What's going on?"

"I'm missing." Chen Zi'an spitted smoke rings outside the car window, and became deeper. "The ghosts here kill animals and not old people, and they bully outsiders. What we encounter is just a little sound, and you're miserable. Have you heard of ghosts hitting walls?"

He suddenly asked, "Lu Qiaolan and I were not prepared at all."

Lu Qiaolan is also a person who has experienced several supernatural incidents of teddy bears and has no reaction to the ghost stories Chen Zi'an told. At first glance, she even replied subconsciously: "Ghosts hit the wall?"

I was also surprised and almost spoke in unison with Lu Qiaolan.

Of course I have heard of ghosts hitting the wall. One of the most common contents in ghost stories is ghosts hitting the wall. If ghosts hitting the wall, people don’t even hear the sound of ghosts, and they won’t see the ghost shadows. They just circle around in one place and can’t get out no matter how hard they go.

It's more like a lost situation than haunted.

This situation is not unusual.

There are many repetitions in modern society's roads and internal structures, twists and turns, and walks in the wrong way, and then endless circles, which is normal.

Take the area we are going to demolish, there are three villages, four villages, five villages, six villages, seven villages... Several communities are all the same buildings, with similar paths in the middle. Without street signs, several communities are really hard to tell the difference. It is even more difficult to distinguish within the community. They are all the same buildings, the same green belt, fitness equipment and small squares are in the middle of the community, which can be used as a marker. In addition, it makes people completely unable to distinguish between the east, south, west and north.

Of course, people who live there often can tell clearly. Some residents can remember what the doors of each house look like on each floor.

But for newcomers, such terrain is really a headache.

I have doubts about what Chen Zi'an said about hitting a wall.

This statement sounds more like a story than meeting a ghost.

Chen Zian was unaware of it and continued, "It's just a ghost to hit the wall. A few years ago, I forgot how many years ago, someone came out of the street and snatched the fried noodles from other people's stalls to eat. The raw noodles were not cooked in the pot, he grabbed them and stuffed them into his mouth, grabbed the noodles from other people's guests, picked up the bowl, and poured them down. The people grabbed him and beat them, and the stalls were smashed. He didn't fight back, but snatched things to eat. Later, the police came and asked, and he said that he had been walking in the mountain for several days, and survived every day with bark. He finally saw what he had eaten. No one believed him, but he said it was true, and he had ID cards and train tickets. The person really came from another place half a month ago, and he disappeared when he came. His family called the police. The police from other places and the police from our place were searched, but they couldn't find them. Now the person has emerged."

Chen Zian glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Don't believe it, this is not something once or twice. In recent years, every year, the police have been able to find bodies from the mountain and find documents. They are not from our place, but from other places, and have reported missing."

My heart thumped straight.

If the police find the body, they will go to the police station to ask later and maybe they will be able to ask. This matter is really true, and the fake is fake, and it is clear. However, it is hard to say whether the missing person has encountered a ghost and a wall or other situations.

I thought to myself and suddenly asked, "Is there a hotel next to the police station? Or a hotel or a hotel-like store?"

"Oh, you're going to the police station." Chen Zi'an said first, then thought about it, "Some, I remember seeing a hotel."

"You get to the police station and take us to that hotel." I said, and took out my cell phone and checked the map.

Chen Zian was very curious, but when he asked again, I was perfunctory and had no answer.

The police station was right in front of me, Chen Zian confirmed again, saw me nodding, and found the hotel location, so he opened from the door of the police station with peace of mind.

The police station here in Huixiang looks like a newly built house, which is incompatible with the surrounding buildings. You can see several police cars parked inside the door, and police officers are also entering and leaving the police station.

The taxi passed, turned, and walked for a while before stopping.

Chen Zi'an leaned over to look at the building across the road, "It's that hotel."

I also saw the dilapidated building with the "Home Hotel" sign, but my heart was cold.

The three-story building, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a big hotel with an elevator.

"Is there anyone with an elevator in the hotel here?" I asked Chen Zi'an in a daze.

Chen Zian turned around and raised a strange smile, "Look at the house along the way, which house has more than six floors?"
Chapter completed!