The style of this work notebook was very old, similar to the ones used in the workshop. More than half of the notebook was filled with words. The handwriting was very messy, but it was still clear enough to be understood. Other than words, there were also many photos. Weiwei glanced at the contents of the notebook and threw it to Du Kang. "Xiao Pang, take a look first. Let me know when you're done."
"Me?"
Du Kang pointed at his nose. "Sister Chu, what if I can't understand the notebook of a professional?"
"What can't you understand? It's all plain language. Take a look first. I get a headache when I see so many words."
Weiwei pretended to rub her temples with her fingers as she looked at the stack of photos in her hand.
The photos were still black and white, and most of them were landscapes. Only two of them had human figures in them. However, for some reason, the position where the photos were taken was very far away, and the figures were very blurry. One could only vaguely make out their silhouettes. It seemed like a group of people were digging something.
"Hey, why is it gone?"
Du Kang looked at the notebook. In the end, he had only read five or six pages when he flipped it again. He found that the writing in the middle of the notebook had been dug out, leaving only a circle of paper and white paper behind it.
"What's going on?" Weiwei glanced at the notebook, then turned to look at Old Madam Du and asked coldly.
Old Madam Du had already expected such a reaction from Weiwei. She adjusted her glasses and explained unhurriedly, "When I first found this notebook, it was already like this. I don't know who took the notebook away."
"Really?" Weiwei was skeptical and asked Du Kang what the rest of the content was.
"It's nothing much. It's just the names, dates of birth and death. There are about a hundred of them, and many of them have been marked with a red pen. Take a look."
Du Kang pushed the notebook in front of Weiwei. Weiwei looked down and saw that it was indeed a list of names. The earliest date of birth was in the fifties of the last century. There were indeed more than a hundred people recorded in the books.
Weiwei pressed her fingers on the notebook and looked at the dozens of names marked with a red pen. After looking for a long time, she couldn't find any connection between them. They were neither of the same surname nor the same gender, and their dates of birth and death were also different.
"It seems that the key content has been taken away. Xiao Pang, bring all these with you. Let's go take a look at the Fengshui of this Child-Mother-Ghost Hook." Weiwei got up and walked straight out.
Du Kang smiled at Old Madam Du, who looked a little embarrassed. He said that Weiwei was like that and that she did not mean it. Hearing the urging from outside, he agreed and hurriedly followed her out.
"Sister Chu, if we start here, what about Jiao Zhitong's side?
Should we give them a call and inform them? "
"Hmm, what you said makes sense."
Weiwei stopped and called Jiao Zhitong's side. She briefly explained the situation here. Jiao Zhitong said that there was no problem on his side and they could wait. He also said that he would send two policemen over to help. Weiwei wanted to refuse but was stopped by Du Kang.
"Sister Chu, just let them come over. We are both ordinary people and there are many things that are inconvenient for us. If the police come forward, it will be much easier."
"Aiyo." Weiwei turned to look at Du Kang. Her gaze made Du Kang's hair stand on end. He had no choice but to smile awkwardly. Weiwei gently knocked on Du Kang's head and said with a smile, "I didn't know that you have a bit of talent to be a dog head strategist. Okay, hello, then I'll trouble you. Hmm, okay, I'll do it as soon as possible. Okay …"
Weiwei hung up the phone with Jiao Zhitong and brought Du Kang back to the village entrance first. She found that Yang Kangle was already awake, but he looked tired and pale. Old Wu from the barbecue stall had also told him what had happened. Yang Kangle still didn't believe it, but he touched the big lump on his head and had no choice but to believe it. Now he was sitting next to the barbecue rack, waiting for Weiwei and the others to come back.
Du Kang looked at Yang Kangle's appearance and was delighted. "Hehe, who asked you to be so arrogant, who asked you to make fun of me!"
But after thinking about it, he still had to put on a show. He walked to Yang Kangle and asked him how he was feeling and if he was feeling better.
Yang Kangle touched the big lump on his head and nodded, saying that he was fine. He just felt a little dizzy and groggy. Seeing that Weiwei was right beside him, he pulled Du Kang away and asked Weiwei, "Miss Chu, was everything that happened just now real? Are there really ghosts in this world?"
"Why can't there be ghosts?"
With a faint smile, he turned around and beckoned Du Kang to follow him. The two of them arrived in front of the ghost willow that had a human face burl growing on it. "Go and dig that burl out." Saying that, he handed a dagger to Du Kang.
"Holy shit, Sister Chu, why don't you do it yourself?"
Du Kang looked at the dagger in Weiwei's hand, then raised his head and looked at Weiwei pitifully. "Sister Chu, I don't want to smash my head against a tree like that brat."
"I told you to go, so go. Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Weiwei raised her hand and was about to give Du Kang a knock on the head.
Du Kang was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the dagger and covered his head with his left hand. "I'd rather smash my head against a tree than let you knock on it."
After saying that, Du Kang turned to look at the ghost willow in front of him and put on a heroic expression. That look of deep hatred made Weiwei want to laugh.
"The wind is howling, the water is cold, the hero will never return. Sister Chu, I'm going!"
"Hurry up and run!"
Pursing his lips slightly, he forced himself not to laugh out loud. He watched as Du Kang, the clown, carefully moved in front of the ghost willow, pushed aside the willow branches in front of him with one hand, and aimed at the human head burl, raised the dagger and stabbed it down.
"Puchi!"
The dagger was half stabbed into the tree lump by Du Kang. When it was pulled out, a thick and stinky scarlet liquid sprayed out like a water gun and hit Du Kang's face.
"Holy sh * t!"
Du Kang felt his face was hot and subconsciously wiped it with his hand. Suddenly, his face and hands were covered with the sticky liquid and it was extremely stinky. It went through his five senses and seven orifices. This stinky smell choked his brain. Du Kang held the tree trunk and vomited.
"I really don't know what to do with you. Here."
Weiwei stuffed a handful of dried mugwort leaves into Du Kang's hands and told him to spit them out. She raised her hand and slapped a bag of realgar powder on the burl. There was a sizzling sound and a shrill howl that sounded like the wailing of ghosts. The burl quickly shriveled and shrank from the size of a watermelon to the size of an apple. It fell to the ground and rolled around.
Du Kang, who almost vomited, looked at the tree lump that rolled to his feet. He raised his eyebrows and jumped up. He pointed at Weiwei and shouted, "It's so easy, but you still asked me to dig it. Are you kidding me?!"
"Stop for a while."
Weiwei walked over and hit Du Kang's forehead with a chestnut. She shouted at Du Kang, who covered his forehead with a bag of tears in his eyes, "Does your family's realgar powder cost nothing? That bag costs hundreds of yuan. Besides, I asked you to dig it out. Dig it out. Who asked you to stab it with a knife? Okay, okay. Look at you, it seems that I'm bullying you. Here, this is for you.