We can't stand by and watch any longer; we have to break this deadlock!
Zhou Ming is in a very bad state right now. Being possessed by a ghost is not a good thing. If it ends here, it will not have much impact on Zhou Ming's future life.
After all, he is now in his thirties, which is the peak of a man's life, and he has plenty of yang energy.
However, if this thing continues to control him, his lifespan is estimated to be reduced by more than half.
Moreover, the rampant Yin energy caused our faces to turn pale and our bodies to tremble uncontrollably.
I took a deep breath, raised the oilcloth bundle high, and said loudly to the two ghosts who were locked in combat: "Xiao Fang, and you too, no matter who you are or what grudges you have, Liu Guohua is the key. Tell me where he is now. You don't want to die tragically either. Your resentment is so heavy, but he's out there living a carefree life, isn't he?"
After I spoke, they finally stopped.
I could feel two chilling gazes, as if they came from hell, staring at me.
Zhou Ming's voice suddenly trembled. He slowly turned his head and looked at me with his cloudy and painful eyes. His lips parted and said, "Under the willow tree in the waste pit, he and she are both there."
His voice was weak and intermittent.
Are they both there?
He is Liu Guohua, but who is the other "he"?
The red cloth shoes seemed to be provoked, and instead emitted an even stronger sense of hatred.
However, for a short time, they did not engage in a major fight as before.
After saying that, Zhou Ming seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slumped back in his seat.
The pair of red cloth shoes fell to the ground with a thud. Luo Tianhe went over and put them back in the box, but this time he didn't seal them with talisman paper. Who knows if she would be unhappy and cause trouble in front of us.
"What are your thoughts on the current situation?"
My brain is like mush; there are many crucial points I can't understand.
So he simply asked Li Huai and Luo Tianhe for their advice.
"The one possessing Zhou Ming is probably Xiao Fang. But the other one, I still can't figure out, who could it be? Could it be the deputy factory director's daughter?"
Luo Tianhe pinched his chin and said that his thoughts were roughly the same as mine.
"Hehe, I feel that this is highly likely, but I also feel that there will be a reversal. Didn't we think it was just one ghost before? But the result slapped us in the face."
Li Huai curled his lip and said that he had already lost interest in finding the truth about this matter.
"Alright, let's drive to the waste pit she mentioned first. She said he and he were both down there. Let's dig them out and see what exactly they are!"
There's no way to get the truth out of this discussion, so I made a quick decision.
Luo Tianhe nodded upon hearing this, climbed into the driver's seat, started the car, and the van bumped along the potholed dirt road.
I rubbed my temples and held my forehead. This night has been damn long. We've been running around, our legs are about to break, but we still haven't found the real truth!
But I have a feeling that we are very close, and all that time has not been wasted.
The van drove through the dilapidated factory area and soon arrived at a large, even more desolate area.
The old textile factory was easy to find; after all, it was the largest building complex here, and many people made a living from it back then, including Zhou Ming's great-uncle. A glimmer of light gradually appeared on the horizon.
We finally found that huge square cement pool, which should be the waste pool.
The edge of the pond was overgrown with weeds, and there was a withered willow tree on the east side.
"We're here! This is it!"
Luo Tianhe pointed to the willow tree and said.
“This pool is so big, how are we supposed to find it? We can’t just dig it all up! Even Ultraman would have to turn on the red light. I think we need to call in an excavator.”
Li Huai cursed, but showed no intention of making a move.
I frowned. What he said made some sense. We couldn't just start digging blindly; we didn't know when we would find anything.
I thought for a moment, then took out my compass from my pocket.
Fortunately, this time the compass didn't shake like it had Parkinson's disease; it steadily pointed to the ground to the right of the willow tree.
"dig!"
I took out two entrenching tools that I had prepared beforehand from the car and tossed one to Luo Tianhe.
This was prepared before our trip to Heishui Village. This thing can be used for self-defense and also for digging graves. For people in our line of work, it's quite necessary to have some on hand.
It was just that we didn't use it then, but now we do.
Without saying anything more, we started digging under the willow tree, and Li Huai was not idle either, shining a flashlight on the side.
The soil was much harder than we expected, perhaps due to the chemicals used, and it was mixed with bricks and cement blocks.
Luo Tianhe and I were both sweating profusely, and it took us about half an hour to dig a pit that was half a meter deep.
"I can't go on anymore, Li Huai, you have to take over for me for a while."
I handed the shovel to Li Huai, panting as I spoke.
"Alright, I think we should take a break. Do you think it's tiring to hold up these two big flashlights? My arms are killing me!"
Li Huai shook his head.
He's right. I was just about to tell Luo Tianhe to take a break when I suddenly heard a muffled "clang".
Did they really find something?
The sound didn't sound like a shovel hitting a rock or a block of cement.
We sped up and carefully cleared away the loose soil. Soon, some white bones were revealed.
I recognized it at a glance; it was definitely a human arm bone!
I couldn't care less about being tired anymore, and I swung the shovel faster, while Li Huai held his flashlight high.
Soon, more skeletons appeared, two skeletons intertwined, one male and one female.
A slightly slender skeleton was unnaturally twisted, and there were signs of fracture in the skull, making the cause of death obvious.
The other skeleton is thicker and should be a man's. The arm bones of the skeleton lying on top of the first skeleton are still tightly wrapped around it, as if they are fighting, or as if they are embracing each other before death.
A rusty but still dagger-shaped shovel was stuck in the ribs of this thick bone, suggesting a murder scene where both parties perished.
At the feet of the burly skeleton, there were scattered pieces of tattered cloth, barely recognizable as having once been a floral dress.
Seeing this, I instantly understood a lot.
The slender skeleton should be Xiao Fang, while the robust one is Liu Guohua. He was stabbed through the ribs with a dagger, so it was clearly not suicide.
But whose shoes are those?!
It definitely wasn't Xiaofang's. Xiaofang was just a girl next door; in those days, she wouldn't wear leather shoes.
Suddenly, I remembered the three pairs of shoes in Ling Xiaolou: red embroidered cloth shoes, old black leather shoes, and green liberation shoes.
The old black leather shoes might belong to Liu Guohua, but whose were those green liberation shoes? A construction worker's, or...?
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