[This story is purely fictional, if there is plagiarism, it must be held responsible!]
01
"Comrade policeman, you must believe me, there is really a ghost, she wants my life!"
In the originally orderly police station, a burst of hysterical shouts suddenly sounded, completely breaking the original calm.
Everyone turned their heads in unison and saw a man with a stubble face, bloodshot eyes, and a haggard face that seemed to have run out of oil.
The young policeman seemed to have been so frightened that he couldn't speak, but the old policeman on the side was calmer, and asked the man with a frown, "She...... When did that female ghost appear?"
The man hurriedly opened the box that had been holding in his arms, revealing what was inside, which was a pair of delicate and small red embroidered shoes.
"It's these shoes! She's been showing up every night since I brought them home, she said...... She said she wanted me to pay for my life!"
Seeing that the old policeman still looked contemplative, the man was completely anxious, ignoring everyone's strange eyes, he directly ripped off the buttons of his shirt and exposed his chest, and then there were exclamations one after another around him.
Just because there are a few blood-drenched scratches on the man's chest, which are obviously scratched by fingernails!
At this moment, when their eyes fell on the pair of bright and blood-colored embroidered shoes again, everyone present only felt creepy.
02
The man's name is Xiang Weidong, 35 years old, a teacher at a local university, responsible for teaching folklore.
Therefore, in his spare time, Xiang Weidong focuses his energy on his hobbies, in fact, he collects some old folk objects, not to resell them to make money, but to treasure and play.
Most of Xiang Weidong's salary is spent on hobbies, so he is a lot older, and he doesn't even have a partner, but his home is full of all kinds of strange things, each of which he can't put down.
But in today's overcrowded antique markets, except for some genuine goods in the shops, the roadside stalls are all fakes, so in order to dump these old objects, Xiang Weidong often wanders around the country.
He went to those remote small villages, in the name of tourism, stayed at some local people's homes, and then took the opportunity to inquire which villagers still had old objects in their homes.
After inquiring clearly, he will come to the door to buy, first let the villagers make their own price, if it is within the price of his psychological bearing, he will pay decisively, if the villagers open their mouths, he will grind hard and use various ways to bargain.
Over the years, he has never been deceived and deceived, but he can be regarded as having a conscience.
In the first half of this year, he ran to a remote mountain village in Jiangxi, and it was there that he got the red embroidered shoes that almost killed him.
03
According to Xiang Weidong's explanation, it was a paradise away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with beautiful landscapes and scenery, but the traffic conditions were extremely difficult.
Given a good cigarette and a good bottle of wine, Xiang Weidong stayed at the house of the person who sent him to the village, and asked for the information he wanted while drinking and chatting at night.
"Old things, our poor and broken place, there aren't many old things, but the bench under your ass was handed down by my grandfather, do you want it?"
At first, the villager was reluctant to talk more, until after a few glasses of wine, he was a little drunk and couldn't find the north, and no matter what he said, he confided out unscrupulously.
"When you asked, I remembered that living in the westernmost part of the village, Granny Yang's house, there should be a lot of good things, the ancestors of the people were the landlords in the village, although they were down, but there must still be some old things. ”
Hearing this, Xiang Weidong instantly became energetic, but the next words of the villagers made his originally excited emotions like a flame being extinguished by cold water.
"It's a pity, you're late, Granny Yang just closed her eyes a few days ago, according to the Xi of the village, the dead man's things have to be burned, otherwise he will be very angry." ”
04
That night, Xiang Weidong tossed and turned in bed, never able to sleep peacefully, and the next day as soon as the sky was bright, he went straight to Granny Yang's house in the westernmost part of the village, and saw Granny Yang's son and daughter-in-law who were packing up after the funeral.
Because he was anxious, Xiang Weidong directly expressed his intentions, but the answer he got made him disheartened.
Sure enough, just as the villagers said, all the things that Granny Yang used before her death have been burned clean by a fire, and the only old thing left now is this old house.
But when Xiang Weidong was talking to Granny Yang's son, Granny Yang's daughter-in-law suddenly ran back to the room, took out a quaint small wooden box, and shouted: "It's not burned out, look at this, this is also our mother's thing!"
When the box was opened, what caught my eye was a pair of red embroidered shoes with extremely fine workmanship, looking at the style and length of the shoes, it should be the "three-inch golden lotus" worn by women in the old era after wrapping their feet.
Xiang Weidong took the shoes and looked at them carefully, and he didn't like it in his heart, because this kind of old object with folk colors was his favorite.
But the only regrettable defect is that the instep of the two shoes is stained with a lot of inexplicable bloodstains, although it has long been solidified and dried up, but those few black stains are still a little eye-catching and dazzling.
However, this also gave Xiang Weidong a good excuse to bargain, but before he could speak, Granny Yang's son and daughter-in-law suddenly quarreled.
05
"Stinky, why did you hide this thing? The gentleman said that he would burn it all, otherwise it would provoke something unclean!"
"Do you dare to yell at me? You didn't leave you any valuable things, usually treat this box as a treasure, no one is allowed to touch it, I thought it was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be a pair of broken shoes!"
"Broken shoes? What do you know? Other things are okay, this one is the most unclean!"
Seeing that the two were arguing more and more, Xiang Weidong hurriedly went up to persuade him to fight and pulled Granny Yang's son and daughter-in-law apart.
"Since you think these shoes are unlucky, and your daughter-in-law thinks it's a pity to burn them, why don't you sell them to me?"
Granny Yang's daughter-in-law nodded again and again, but was scolded by her husband again, and then looked at Xiang Weidong with an embarrassed expression.
"I'm an honest person, don't lie to you, although these shoes are my mother's, but they are also something that has been handed down a long time ago, listen to my mother, it seems to be the Qing Dynasty, I really feel unlucky, persuaded my mother many times, but she is reluctant to lose. ”
As she spoke, Granny Yang's son's face became more and more ugly.
"Sir said, you can't keep the dead people's things, especially the things used by women, the yin qi is very big, and there is still blood on it, so it can't be left, so it's better to burn it!"
"You dare!"
Hearing that her husband insisted on burning the embroidered shoes, Granny Yang's daughter-in-law was suddenly unhappy, and shouted again with her throat, and even sat on the ground with her ass in the back, crying while splashing.
In the end, the husband failed to resist his daughter-in-law, so he could only agree to sell the embroidered shoes left by Granny Yang to Xiang Weidong.
At first, Granny Yang's son asked for 10,000 yuan, saying that this was an antique from the Qing Dynasty, but Xiang Weidong was not wronged, and the two of them fought for nearly an hour before the price was finalized at 1,500 yuan.
On the day he accepted the embroidered shoes, Xiang Weidong walked around the village again, and after confirming that there were no other old objects he liked, he got on the tricycle again and left the small mountain village.
06
After returning home, Xiang Weidong took the wooden box containing embroidered shoes and went to the antique street non-stop.
As I said before, Xiang Weidong only accepts these old objects but does not sell them, so he went to the antique street this time to show off.
There is a small shop owner in the antique street, who is a good friend of Xiang Weidong, because of his surname Qian, everyone generally calls him Boss Qian.
Like Xiang Weidong, Boss Qian is also very interested in these old objects such as antiques, so he opened an antique shop to collect all kinds of rare treasures.
Xiang Weidong and Boss Qian got acquainted with a stall leakage, both of them took a fancy to a snuff bottle, no one refused to give in, and almost quarreled on the street, and finally the vendor understood that this was the real thing, and said that he was not willing to sell it.
After the vendor packed up his things and slipped away, only Xiang Weidong and Boss Qian were left looking at each other, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing, and after a long silence, Boss Qian invited Xiang Weidong to go to his store for a cup of tea, so they came and went, and the two became friends.
After that, every time Xiang Weidong received something good, he would first show it to Boss Qian, first, to let Boss Qian help him to see if the newly received thing was genuine, and then to show off to his friends who had the same hobbies.
This time, I received a pair of exquisitely embroidered shoes, and naturally I will not miss the great opportunity to show my face.
07
As Xiang Weidong expected, Boss Qian couldn't put down this pair of embroidered shoes during the Qing Dynasty, and even directly asked Xiang Weidong to offer a price, as long as it was within 10,000 yuan, he could accept it, hoping that Xiang Weidong could resell the shoes to him.
During the Qing Dynasty, ordinary women wore embroidered shoes, and the price on the market was about 1,000 yuan, no matter how exquisite the workmanship of this pair of embroidered shoes was, it could only be sold for 5 or 6,000 yuan at most.
Boss Qian was able to offer a price of 10,000 yuan, which showed that he really liked these shoes, but Xiang Weidong was naturally unwilling to endure the pain of cutting his love, so Boss Qian had no choice but to give up.
Xiang Weidong received the good things he liked, he was very happy, and after making an appointment with Boss Qian to drink together at night, he left Boss Qian's antique shop.
But before he could walk out of the antique street, an old man who set up a fortune teller on the side of the road suddenly stopped Xiang Weidong.
The old man pulled down the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at Xiang Weidong with a pair of cloudy eyes, and said quietly: "Friend, I see that you are surrounded by yin qi, I'm afraid it's ...... Stained with bad things. ”
Hearing what the old man said, Xiang Weidong almost laughed, it was not the first time he had seen a liar like this, he specialized in setting up a stall in the antique street, as long as he saw someone holding something in his hand, he would say something godly and chattering, so as to deceive the "big money".
If it were in normal times, Xiang Weidong would not bother to take care of these tricks and abductions, but now Xiang Weidong is happy in his heart, and he is happy to say a few words.
"Yo, uncle, what do you say I should do?"
The old man glanced at the wooden box that Xiang Weidong was holding tightly in his arms, and said slowly: "The things that the dead have used closely, the living can't touch them, if you insist on staying and the original owner comes to the door, it will be a catastrophe." ”
08
Hearing the phrase "something used by the dead" in the old man's mouth, Xiang Weidong, who was still holding the mentality of watching a play, was suddenly shocked in his heart, and his face gradually became ugly.
But he still suspected that the old man was just a blind cat and a dead mouse, and he was right about this, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a cold voice, "Do you know what is in here?"
The old man was happy, shook his head and smiled: "I am a fortune teller, I can look at the sky and judge people and the earth, but this lifeless dead thing can't be counted, it's just ......"
Speaking of this, the old man's smile disappeared, and a pair of eyes like a dry well stared directly at Xiang Weidong.
"You are surrounded by yin energy, and your life has gone from life to death in the near future, if it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, it will only become your fate, but now you can't see the calamity, you are destined to die without life, it has nothing to do with heaven and people, then it can only be this lifeless dead thing. ”
Xiang Weidong listened to it, only to feel a chill in his back, goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help blurting out: "You...... What exactly are you trying to say?"
The old man said in a deep voice: "I just want to tell you that the things in your arms are ominous, and the yin and resentment are too heavy. ”
Although Xiang Weidong was furious when he heard this, he still retained his reason for many years, and scolded angrily: "Nonsense!"
was scolded by Xiang Weidong, but instead of getting angry, the old man asked indifferently: "Let me ask you, is the previous owner of this thing also dead?"
Hearing this, Xiang Weidong couldn't help but swallow his saliva, thinking of Granny Yang, who had just died.
Seeing Xiang Weidong's expression, the old man seemed to understand the answer and sighed helplessly.
"Next...... It's your turn. ”
When the words fell, Xiang Weidong couldn't hold it anymore, and scolded: "Neurotic!"
After speaking, Xiang Weidong turned around and left, as if he didn't dare to stay for even a second longer.
The old man's voice was intermittent, as if it was coming from behind, and it seemed to come from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring.
"If you want to live, you can't keep that thing, you can do it yourself. ”