"Wait a minute," Ran Jing interrupted Weiwei and turned to look at Du Kang, "Xiao Pang, do you remember those words?"
"Um … Let me think, it seems to be," Du Kang scratched the back of his head hard, slapped his forehead and shouted, "I remember."
"Shh!" Weiwei and Ran Jing reached out to cover Du Kang's mouth at the same time, asking him to keep his voice down.
"Um …" Du Kang, whose mouth was covered and unable to speak, could only nod to show that he understood. Weiwei and Ran Jing let go of his hand. Weiwei wiped her hand on her clothes with a disgusted look, wiping off Du Kang's saliva on her palm.
"It seems to say … a hundred ghosts … a hundred ghosts wreak havoc in the world at night. Iron Buddha suppresses demons for five hundred years. A common scholar, following the example of sages, lived in seclusion in the forest, sacrificed his body to cultivate the right way. I kept peace for the common people. Thirty-six years have passed, waiting for future generations to advance."
"There are two times in it. The first one is the thirty-six years we talked about." Weiwei analyzed.
Ran Jing said, "Yes, the other one is that Iron Buddha suppresses demons for five hundred years. We didn't pay attention to it at the beginning and thought it was just a legend in Dongguang Iron Buddha Temple. But now it seems that it is very likely to be a breakthrough. Five hundred years, damn it, five hundred years to suppress demons with Iron Buddha. What kind of monster is it?!"
"The others don't seem to be valuable … Hey, wait, Sister Chu, look at this …" Du Kang casually rummaged through the remaining two or three newspapers in the bookcase. Suddenly, he gave a light cry and shook it. After dusting off the surface of the newspaper, he read it carefully. The more he read, the more shocked he became.
"Xiao Pang, what did you find?" Weiwei and Ran Jing also came over.
They found that Du Kang was holding a very old newspaper in his hand. The paper had already turned dark yellow, and the texture was extremely brittle. When he moved it, it rattled, making people afraid that the newspaper would be broken into pieces in the next second.
Although the newspaper was very old, the content was fresh. It was about the events of the 13th year of the Republic of China. It said that on the night of the 14th day of the 7th lunar month, a monstrous case had occurred. A person had killed 49 people and dug out their eyes and hearts.
There was a black and white photo at the bottom of the report. It was also of the same poor quality, and he could barely make out the outline. It was very blurry, but he could roughly make out that the background of the black and white photo was an old courtyard. In front of the old courtyard, there were people lying on the ground. For some reason, although Du Kang could not see the specific situation of those people, his intuition told him that those people were the 49 people who had died.
"It's them!"
After reading the report carefully, Weiwei was also shocked. After exchanging a look with Du Kang, they both saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.
Ran Jing read for a long time but still couldn't figure out what happened to Du Kang and Weiwei. She slapped the newspaper and almost tore it. Du Kang was so scared that he shivered and laid the newspaper flat on the ground.
"Weiwei, is there anything strange about this?
At that time, the Republic of China was in decline, warlords were fighting, bandits ran rampant, and people had no way to live. It was very normal for a group of bandits to kill dozens of people. As for the corpse's eyes were dug out, the chest and abdomen were cut open, and the heart was pulled out, well, the way they did it was a bit strange, but … "
"No, but what? This warlord is really an old acquaintance." Weiwei pointed to a line in the newspaper and asked, "Do you know who he is?
Zhang Fei, Lao Wang died in his hands. Even Yue Xi in the White Whirlpool Pit in Cangcheng died in his hands. So the resentment in his heart couldn't be appeased, and he turned into a ferocious ghost. He hated him so much that he wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, peel off his skin, cover his face with a big drum, and pull out his two thigh bones to use as drumsticks. He probably beat them at least three times a day, just like eating three meals a day. "
"How could this person be so bad?"
It was the first time for Ran Jing to hear the name Zhang Fei. She had never heard of such a person before. Hearing Weiwei's words, her interest was immediately aroused, and she asked Weiwei what was going on.
Weiwei let out a long sigh and told Ran Jing everything that had happened in the past. Listening to her, Ran Jing's two little canine teeth chattered, and she gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "This Zhang Fei is really a bastard who talks but doesn't do what people say. He eats other people's food but doesn't take their shit. It's a good thing he's dead. Otherwise, if he fell into my hands, hehe …"
Looking at Ran Jing clenching her teeth and clenching her small fists, Du Kang felt a chill on his back, and his heart was scared. "What the f * ck, this woman is really terrible when she's angry. It's too terrible."
"Did you see? The report said that Zhang Fei later fled to the Dongguang area, and actually defected to the enemy and betrayed the country. He became a traitor and worked for the Japanese devils. He did a lot of wicked things for the Japanese devils. Hey, look here." Weiwei turned the newspaper over, pointed to one of the articles, and said.
It was a large report about Zhang Fei. In addition to the full page, there was a supplement at the back. It mentioned that Zhang Fei was heartless at that time. He wanted to steal the hundred-year-old Iron Buddha from the Iron Buddha Temple and sold it. His plan almost succeeded. Maybe God had opened his eyes.
The Iron Buddha was snatched from the shrine by Zhang Fei's group. As soon as they moved it to the front yard, they heard endless rumbling sounds behind them. When they looked back, they saw billowing black smoke gushing out of the main hall. According to the interview, the nearby residents also heard shrill screams coming from the Iron Buddha Temple for seven consecutive days. That sound was even worse than that of a pig being slaughtered. Just hearing it was enough to make people tremble with fear. The nearby neighbors did not dare to stay at home.
"What happened next?
Why is it gone? "
The report stopped here. There was no follow-up report on what happened next. Ran Jing jumped up and flipped through many newspapers according to the year sign. In the end, there was no follow-up record.
"Why do I feel that this matter is likely to be related to the No. 2 old dormitory building?"
Ran Jing stuffed the pile of newspapers in her hand back into the bookcase and turned to the exhausted Weiwei and Du Kang.
Weiwei raised her right hand weakly. "I agree."
Du Kang was too lazy to even move his fingers. He nodded and said, "Whatever you say. As long as I don't see it again, I agree even if you say the briquette is white."
"Look at the two of you."
Ran Jing glanced at Du Kang. Maybe tiredness was also contagious. Ran Jing also felt exhausted. She rubbed her white and tender neck with her little hand and stretched her limbs. She jumped and said, "Okay, don't pretend to be dead. Get up. Let's go eat and then go to the hot spring. It's my treat."
"Really!" When Weiwei heard that there was food, she immediately sat up straight and her big eyes sparkled.
Du Kang, on the other hand, stood up with his hands on the ground. He reached out and grabbed Weiwei's little hand, pulling the "old lady" up as well. "Then let's go."
"Hey hey, it's my treat. Then look at this …" Ran Jing showed a naughty smile. She looked down at the scattered documents at her feet and then looked at Weiwei and Du Kang.
"Xiao Pang …" Weiwei grasped Du Kang's finger tightly with her pair of small hands. She blinked her big eyes hard and bit her lower lip gently, pretending to be pitiful.
"What the hell!"
To be honest, in an instant, half of Du Kang's body was paralyzed by the electric shock. But what kind of person was Du Kang?
He was a typical loser who was born alone, but he was still stubborn. He asked, "Sister Chu, are your eyelids cramping?"
Weiwei's originally silly and adorable expression was instantly petrified. Even Ran Jing was stunned. In the next second, Weiwei jumped up and strangled Du Kang's neck with one arm. Her right hand aimed at Du Kang's forehead and shot five bullets in a row. As she did so, she said, "Are your eyelids cramping?
I'll make your eyelids cramp!
Cramp! "
"Sister Chu!
Sister Chu!
I was wrong!
I was wrong. I'll clean it up. I'll clean it up, okay? "Du Kang couldn't even hold on for a second and surrendered without any integrity.
Ran Jing looked at Du Kang, a big and silly man, but he looked like a wronged wife who had been bullied. She couldn't help but laugh. She almost fell to the ground and punched the floor.
"Hurry up and clean it up!"
Weiwei stood by the side and supervised. She had one hand on her waist and the other hand was gesturing. She looked like she was holding a small leather whip in her hand.
"Let's clean it up. I'm not afraid of you."
Du Kang squatted on the ground and quickly tidied up the files. He took the opportunity to touch his face secretly and felt wronged.
In fact, Weiwei's five bullets didn't hurt Du Kang much. What really made Du Kang uncomfortable was that his neck was strangled by Weiwei and half of his face was stuck on Weiwei's round and soft chest. Fortunately, Du Kang surrendered quickly. Otherwise, in another two seconds, Du Kang's nose would bleed. If he really had a nosebleed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
With Ran Jing's strong recommendation, Du Kang and Weiwei went to a restaurant that she said was indescribably delicious. They had to admit that they could smell the rich meat fragrance from afar. It was hot and spicy. Just the smell alone could make people drool. Fortunately, they had money in their pockets.
They pushed open the door and entered the restaurant. Although it was not lunchtime, there were still two or three tables of customers sitting in the lobby eating and chatting.
"Oh my god, I really can't tell from the outside. There's something special in this restaurant!"
Du Kang entered the restaurant and suddenly felt that in front of him, there were seven main rooms in the lobby. The area was almost the same as the big classroom used for classes. The floor was made of black gold and rose purple tiles, which were very clean. If summer came, whoever wore a skirt would be at a disadvantage.
There were wooden tables and chairs, and the air-conditioning was also very comfortable. Of course, what made Du Kang most was the sign in front of him, which printed the words "Wifi Is Available". "Oh my god, this boss is so considerate."
"You can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't measure the sea with a pail. The entrance of this restaurant looks shabby, like a roadside restaurant. I didn't expect there to be something special inside."
Weiwei was also very curious. She sniffed her cute little nose and rubbed it hard. She took a deep breath and sighed, "It smells so good. Xiao Pang, smell it. It smells so good."
Du Kang touched the tip of his nose and muttered in his heart, "That's for sure. How can the specialty hotpot chicken of our hometown be bad?"
Ran Jing often came here to eat, so she was very familiar with the lady boss here. Although Ran Jing had a flat chest and was a small airport airport, she was very good-looking. She had big eyes and double eyelids. When she acted cute, she was also very lethal. She was the master who could kill people in seconds. Coupled with her sweet mouth, she kept calling her Sister Mei.
The lady boss, who was in her early forties, was so happy that she could not close her mouth. She personally took Du Kang and the other two to the private room on the second floor. She said that Ran Jing often came here, and without Ran Jing saying anything, the lady boss went down.
Du Kang looked at Ran Jing a little strangely, then looked downstairs and asked, "Sister Jing, don't we need to order?"
Ran Jing pulled Weiwei to sit down next to her, proudly raised her snow-white and smooth chin, and said, "Who is your Sister Jing? Everyone who comes here to eat is an acquaintance. Needless to say, everyone knows the old rules."
"Got it. You're awesome, okay?"
Weiwei smiled and took two sets of tableware on the table. One set was placed in front of her, and the other set was given to Ran Jing.
Du Kang, who did not have this treatment, had to do it himself. He found a seat near the door and sat down, ready to serve the dishes and pour the wine at any time. After all, Du Kang could not afford to offend either of these two ladies.
Not long after, the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside. A tall and delicate waiter pushed two large iron pots in. The pots were covered upside down, and wisps of steam were rising from the pot lids.
"Come, just give it to me."
Du Kang reached out and took the two big iron pots from the waitress and put them on the table. The tall waiter was stunned. Not to mention that the two big iron pots were still hot, just the weight alone, including the pot, meat, and soup, each pot weighed at least 40 jin. This somewhat handsome young man in front of him actually grabbed one with each hand, as if he was holding two plastic bags, and put them on the table easily.
"Please … please enjoy your meal."
The waitress suppressed the shock in her heart and put the side dishes on the lower level of the dining car before leaving. When she left, she could not help but turn her head to look at Du Kang a few more times. Her eyes were full of curiosity as if Du Kang was a monster.
Du Kang rubbed his nose and did not take it to heart. The two girls, Weiwei and Ran Jing, stared at the big iron pots with their big eyes, almost falling into them.
"These dishes are free. Eat more, don't stand on ceremony."
Ran Jing said as she lifted the lid of one of the big iron pots. Immediately, a hot and spicy aroma filled the private room.