C291 mirror

I caught a glimpse of the portrait on the altar table. The portrait was new, even the ink hadn't dried yet. Then my heart sank.

I saw my own picture.

I smiled bitterly and looked at the portrait tiredly. Actually, I had already guessed that the person inside was myself. So when I really saw my picture, I was a little scared, but not too shocked.

I stood in front of the mourning hall and stared at the photo for a while. Then I sighed and muttered, "This is really strange. How come I don't remember? "

The picture was not a special one. It looked like it had been cut off from a photo. When I looked closely, I saw that I looked like I was lying on a bed. I opened my eyes wide, disbelief written all over my face. Behind me, in the background, there seemed to be a faint glow.

What was this light? It was not a light, nor was it moonlight. It was like a bolt of lightning. How strange. I don't remember this picture. Did someone steal or take pictures of me?

While I was staring at the photo in a daze, trying to think of a way to study it. I suddenly realized that everyone around me had disappeared. I turned to see that all the workers were already in the car and the leader was crawling toward the cab.

I hurried over and pulled out the car keys.

The leader was so scared that he was on the verge of crying. He held his head and said, "Brother, a debt has its owner. Who did you find? Why are you making things difficult for us poor people?"

I said to the leader, "You come down, I want to ask you something."

The leader shook his head vigorously, then tightened his seat belt. I felt a little helpless, so I just sat on it. The leader's face turned pale with fright. He wanted to flee, but his seat belt tied him up, making it impossible for him to get down.

I said to the leader, "I just want to ask you something. Do you really need to do this?"

The leader shivered and said, "Don't ask, I don't know anything. Besides, let's not get so close. I've heard that I'm close to you and you're not feeling well. If you get close to me, I will get sick. "

I frowned and said, "What is this nonsense? I'm so close to you, why are you so sick? "

Suddenly, I understood. I looked at the leader and said, "Don't tell me you think I'm dead?"

The leader had a smile on his face, but it was a very fearful smile. There was also a hint of flattery in it, making him look very pitiful.

I patted the leader's shoulder. "Brother, look at me carefully. His face is rosy, his spirit is full, his hands are warm, his heart is beating, and behind him is a shadow. Have you ever seen such a ghost? "

The leader forced a smile and said, "I've never seen any ghosts before."

As he said this, he turned his head and looked seriously behind me. Then, he heaved a sigh of relief. "That's right, you have a shadow. You're a living person."

The leader shouted to the people behind him, "Brothers, it's a prank, he's alive, we don't need to be afraid."

The workers behind began to discuss with each other. Some said, "I've already said it before, he's not a ghost. How could he be so stupid? He even doesn't know what's going on with his own mourning hall." Another one said, "That's right, we are so many living people and ghosts don't dare to come."

The leader lit a cigarette for himself and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Then he looked at me with sympathy. Why is there a mourning hall downstairs for you? "

I smiled bitterly. "I want to know who it is, and I'm wasting my time with you." I've been looking for you. I stopped you because I wanted to ask who told you to deliver the courier. "

The leader scratched his head, took out a small notebook, and said, "That person didn't leave his name, he only left a number."

I looked at the number. It looked familiar, but I couldn't remember whose it was. I felt like this was someone I knew. So I picked up the phone and punched in the number.

Who knew that just as I dialed the number, a mechanical voice came over the line: Sorry, the number you're calling is on the line.

I frowned, waited a few minutes, and dialed again. It was the same.

When the leader saw that my expression wasn't right, he asked caringly, "What's wrong?"

I frowned and said, "That person seems to have blackened me. I only need to dial the number to know that I'm on the phone."

The leader said to me, "I think you've offended this person. This person made you angry and sent you these things."

I nodded. "Very likely."

He took out his cell phone and said enthusiastically, "I'll help you call."

The leader dialed the number. Suddenly, a familiar ringtone rings. It's my cell phone.

I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

The leader's voice came from the other side, "Brother, are you sure these items weren't pre-ordered by you?"

I turned to look at the leader, who, like me, was holding the phone to his ear and looking at me strangely.

We both put the phone down at the same time, and I said with a wry smile, "Do you think I'm that bored? Order these for yourself when you have nothing else to do. "

The leader scratched his head, as if trying hard to remember, "I have a slight impression that these things were sent by an old man. "Well, it's not you. It's an old man who wants us to bring these boxes over."

I asked again, "Do you remember what that old man looked like?"

The leader shook his head. "I don't remember."

There were only so many clues. I was a little disappointed. Actually, the moment I heard that the other party was an old man, my heart wasn't as relaxed as it used to be. If it was a young man, I would call it a prank. If it was an old man... The probability of a prank was quite low.

I was deep in thought when one of the workers ran over with a nervous face and said to the leader, "Big brother, this is bad."

The leader was shocked and shouted, "You impudent fellow, you still haven't made yourself clear. What's wrong with you?"

The worker said, "We've got the wrong day. The above sign was delivered on the ninth day of the month, using the lunar calendar. However, it was the 9th. It was a solar calendar. I've calculated, we are two days ahead of schedule. "

When the leader heard this, he smacked his forehead and cursed in regret, "Damn it, these old guys really like old calendars."

He jumped down from the car and hurriedly said, "Collect, hurry and collect them." He cleaned them up before anyone else noticed. Three days later, we'll set it up again. I hope the other party still doesn't know about this.

I sat in the car without moving, my heart pounding: ninth day, ninth day. Isn't it my birthday? Coffin King once told me that I had several lives which died on the day of my birthday. Now someone is setting up a mourning hall for me, what does that mean? Could it be that the other party was hinting that I had made preparations in advance to kill me?

Not bad, not bad, this was a very arrogant killer. He was going to kill me. He even informed me in advance and told me to be prepared.

I clenched my fists. "This is too much."

I jumped out of the car and asked the leader, "Have you agreed on how you're going to pay for the other party's last payment?"

The leader said, "It seems to be directly into the card."

I coldly laughed in my heart, "You're thinking it through. It's hard to find out who the other party is even if I wanted to check."

Thinking about this, I looked at the leader in confusion. "This is really strange. You don't even know who the other party is." How could he be so confident about working? If he doesn't pay the bill and runs away, who are you going to find? "

The leader said, "Brother, tell the truth. The other party gave a very high price, so even if we don't pay the final price, it would still be worth it. "

I nodded, smiled at him, and headed for the door.

As I reached the building, I heard the sound of a car starting up. I looked back and saw that the group of people had packed up all their stuff. Then, they stepped on the throttle and quickly left the district.

The front of the building was empty again, but my heart was no longer at peace. I looked at the clearing and thought it was weird.

I sighed and slowly returned to Little Tang Wei's house. I tiredly laid on the bed.

I don't know why, but this time I fell asleep and slept soundly. When I woke up, I felt terribly tired.

I got up and looked at my watch. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.

I scratched my head, a little puzzled. "That shouldn't be the case." According to my habit, eight hours of sleep would be enough. But I came back at four in the morning last night, and I've been asleep for twelve hours, haven't I? "Why are you still so sleepy?"

I stretched my back and walked into the living room in a daze. I saw that Mr. Zhao and the rest were talking about something.

I listened and found out it had something to do with last night.

It turned out that in the morning, Little Tang Wei went downstairs to buy breakfast. This was really hard for her, her soul had returned to her body, but because she did not have a heart, Mr. Zhao sealed her surrounding acupuncture points with silver needles. Now she was like a zombie, unable to eat at all.

It's a bit cruel to let someone who wants to eat but can't eat to take charge of our three meals. But we have no choice. The others need rest too much.

Little Tang Wei went to buy breakfast in the morning, only to see a pile of paper at the entrance of the building. There were also many elderly people gathered in groups of twos and threes, whispering amongst themselves.

According to them, the neighborhood was haunted last night.

He said there was an old man who couldn't sleep at night and went out for a walk and saw a bunch of paper men driving in a paper cart and carrying paper tables and stools down from the cart. He built a shed in the neighborhood.

The old man was so scared that he immediately sat on the ground. Afterwards, those paper men seemed to be shouting something, but suddenly, everything was gone and turned into a pile of paper ashes.

I broke out in a cold sweat. What's going on? Are all the people I saw last night paper people?

I took out my cell phone. I clearly remembered that the supervisor had called me last night. But I couldn't see the phone.

Just as I was at a loss, I heard Xia Xin say, "I also heard that there was a mirror on the paper-covered spirit table, which acted as a portrait. If a living person walked over and looked in the mirror, he would see his own face. Whoever's face first appears on the altar, this spirit shed is built for who. "