After blowing out the smoke, the man said: "Please call your father's name with me later."

The son held the dead man's hand tightly, almost frightened and trembling all over.

The man ignored him and knelt down in front of the three sticks of incense very devoutly. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was saying. The atmosphere in the carriage was very strange, and the light bulbs emitting faint light "hissed" softly. The son looked at himself.

Dad's body was pale and stiff, with a cold smile on his face.

When many patients with heart disease die, they will have an expression similar to a smile on their faces. This expression appears on the face of the corpse, which looks very scary.

He didn't dare to let go of his hand and could only resign himself to fate.

The man stood up, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Brother Peng's temples, and softly shouted: "Peng Liang"

The son also shouted: "Peng Liang."

The man nodded: "Continue. When you call me back, it will be counted."

The two of them shouted one after another: "Peng Liang~~Peng Liang~~"

The corpse truck traveled through the city at night, left the city, and headed straight for the crematorium along the dark road.

"Later, haha" Brother Peng smiled and pointed at himself: "You all saw the ending, I came back to life."

Li Damin and I looked at each other, always feeling that this experience was unremarkable. Maybe if you are not the person involved, you cannot understand the horror of holding the hand of a dead person to summon the soul on such a gloomy and silent night.

Li Damin said: "Then after you wake up, you really plan to give him half of the company's shares."

Brother Peng played with his chopsticks and poked at the rotten eggplant on the plate, laughing at himself: "What can I do if I don't give it to him? My life is worth half the company. You know the story of the Chopper Man, right?"

I expressed that I was not sure, but Li Damin smiled faintly: "There is a kind of kitchen knife man who specializes in selling kitchen knives in the countryside. Their rules for selling kitchen knives are quite strange. They don't charge you for giving you the kitchen knife, but wait until a certain prophecy comes true in the future.

Come and collect the money for the kitchen knives that are owed on credit. For example, when he sells the knives, he will say that he will collect the money when the corn becomes one dollar a pound. In a few years, if the corn becomes one dollar per pound, he will go door to door to collect the money."

I was surprised to hear: "If I don't give it to him, or the family will move away."

"Since the Chopper Man can predict so accurately, he must have a way to know where you are. He can always find the creditor and get the money back. But in this story, I have never heard of what will happen if you owe money on credit. It is quite miserable when I think about it.

." Li Damin said.

Brother Peng nodded: "Let's not say that that person is my savior. It is only natural to give him money. Let's just say that this person is very capable, summoning souls, and does the work of the Lord of Hell. Who dares to owe him money?

Xi will torture me to death again."

We all nodded, and that’s what we said. After all, money is something external to the body, and there is hope in life.

Li Damin asked about the whereabouts of the man again and prepared to pay a visit. Brother Peng shook his head: "This man is very mysterious and has never revealed the details. However, when handling the share transfer, I saw his identity certificate. His name is Ma Danlong, not from this city.

His home address is in Henan. He acts like an expert and hides his traces, so there is no need to get to the bottom of it."

Ma Danlong and Li Damin wrote this name on the paper.

"Then where can we find him?" he asked.

Brother Peng looked at us, hesitated, and wrote an address: "No matter how much you help me, I won't be able to help you. I just want to remind you, no matter what happens, don't sell me out."

Li Damin looked at it and laughed: "No problem, no matter what happens, even if I die, you won't have to bear the responsibility."

After saying goodbye to Brother Peng, Li Damin and I returned to his house. This guy's family is quite rich and he rented a two-bedroom apartment, which serves as our activity base. The bedroom at home is large, but the bed is very small, just a single bed. Li Damin and I

He never talks about women, and he doesn’t have any girlfriends. He focuses all his attention on studying various weird phenomena. In addition to the bed, there is a clean computer desk in the bedroom, with a very fashionable Apple notebook.

There was a Japanese desk lamp, and a notebook was placed under the lamp, which densely recorded his thoughts from time to time.

The most noteworthy thing is that the wall in the bedroom is covered with various newspaper clippings, printed information, pictures, and texts, one after another covering the entire wall. However, it looks messy but not messy, but it is

It can make people have the urge to study something.

He made me a cup of coffee and we sat down to chat.

First he asked me a question: "Old Liu, do you think there is an underworld in this world?"

I racked my brains and said carefully, "Then it depends on how you define the concept of underworld."

Li Damin tapped his fingers on the table to help him think, and said slowly: "The underworld, my definition is the place where the souls of the dead go after people die."

"Then in what form do the undead exist?" I said.

"That's another question. Don't go off topic."

"No, I just think this is a very relevant question. The existence form of the undead also determines the state of the underworld. If the undead are really the souls in our legend, then how did they get to the underworld, that is, enter the underworld?

Do the channels and methods follow certain rules?”

"Your idea is really unconstrained." Li Damin took a sip of coffee: "There are three key points here. One is the source of infection, the dead soul, and what form it is. The second is the medium, which is the channel and way for the dead soul to enter the underworld, as well as the rules therein.

.The third is the underworld, what kind of world it is, and what kind of laws it follows to exist."

"We don't know any of these questions. However, there are many descriptions of the underworld in Chinese and foreign history. For example, Dante's Divine Comedy, Korean painters' pictures of hell, Chinese legends about Meng Po Tang, Huangquan Road, etc. The information is all ready-made

Yes, you can refer to it.”

"So, you believe in the existence of the underworld?" Li Damin asked.

"To be honest, I don't know. But I believe in the universal law of the immortality of matter. The soul is also matter. It will always go to where it is going, or enter the material cycle of reincarnation in some way."

"Then do you believe what Brother Peng said about the underworld?"

I thought for a moment: "I think there is no point in discussing whether what he said is true or false."

"Oh" Li Damin laughed: "How to say"

"Because we can't verify it at all, unless you die. Haha, this is an endless loop, a paradox that can never be solved."

"But there are many records of people who have died come back to life, describing the underworld and hell. Things like seeing light, seeing angels, quick replays of life fragments and so on."

"Then are they dead or not?"

"Of course I'm not dead. How can I describe it if I'm dead?"

"That's enough. How can you confirm that the scenes seen by people like them who are pretending to be dead are the same as those seen by real dead people?"

Li Damin hesitated, then suddenly smiled: "It's interesting."

"I know that there is a theory of near-death hallucinations in medicine, which means that when a person is about to die, he can see some hallucinations. But it is unknown whether these hallucinations are real or whether death stimulates his subconscious mind.

"

"After talking for a long time, do you believe in the underworld?" He frowned.

"I am a staunch materialist." I laughed.

Li Damin put down the coffee cup: "Have you noticed anything wrong with Brother Peng?"

He suddenly changed the topic, and I couldn't keep up with my thinking. After thinking for a while, I said, "A little bit. I can't put it into words about his energy. He comes across as a bit old-fashioned and a bit treacherous. Businessmen are all like that."

Li Damin shook his head forcefully and slowly: "Old Liu, do you think this could be a sequelae of the underworld?"

I was shocked: "What did you say?"

"I feel like he has a bit of a ghost about him." He stood up and walked around twice: "Let's not discuss whether there is an underworld, just assume that such a place does exist, otherwise it is meaningless to talk about it. He has survived from the underworld.

People, do they all have the smell of that place on their bodies?"

"People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts." I swallowed.

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden thunder outside the window. It was getting late and there were signs of a storm. Li Damin came to the window, looked out and stared at the night view of the city. He suddenly turned his head: "Old Liu, the weather is not good at night.

You should go back."

I'm a little unhappy. It's not like I've never lived here before. Such a good friend kicked me out even though he knew the weather was bad and it was going to rain. An unhappy expression appeared on my face, and Li Damin felt helpless: "Old man

Liu." He picked up the interview book, looked at it and said, "I don't need you to do the rest. I'll do it myself. Thank you for accompanying me today."

I almost ran away when I heard that I was not required to do the rest of the work, so my work was in vain. When I was about to reveal the answer, he kicked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

Li Damin looked a little lonely: "I really don't need you anymore. Let me wait until I understand the investigation and write a research report for you. I am thinking about you. You have just joined the work. Don't be idle all day like me. Old

It's not good to ask for leave, I can't just wait for the weekend to investigate for you."

It makes sense for him to say that. Unlike him, I am a second-generation rich person who has finally found a job. If I work hard, there is still a possibility of being fired, not to mention asking for leave all day long.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Although I understood the logic, I was still confused.

When I walked out of the community, heavy rain had already come. I braved the rain and finally took a taxi home. I took a hot shower and lay on the bed, recalling what happened today. I thought about the underworld described by Brother Peng and fainted.

I was so groggy that I didn't know when I fell asleep and had a nightmare all night long.

The next few days were normal working hours, from 8 to 5 occasionally working overtime, and gradually I forgot all these things. When I think about it every now and then, it's just a joke.

That day was the weekend, and I finally made an appointment with my goddess for dinner. I was planning to use some kind of offensive to win over her, when a text message came from my mobile phone. It was a very unfamiliar number, and it was not registered in my mobile phone.

I glanced at it and thought it was junk advertising, but as I continued to look at it, I realized it was something special.

The text message was written like this: Hello Mr. Liu, I wonder if you are free tonight, I would like to ask you to dinner. Seeing this, I suddenly smiled, what a spam text message. Look further: I am Peng Liang’s son, my ex

A few days ago, a man named Li came to me. He said that if I couldn't find him for anything, he could let me contact you.

I was shocked and quickly called back. There was a very young voice on the phone: "Mr. Liu, let's talk in detail over dinner tonight. The matter is a bit complicated."

"Where are you? You don't have to invite me. I'll invite you." I said loudly.

We made an appointment at a place to eat, and I quickly said goodbye to the goddess. The goddess didn't say anything and hung up the phone. I knew there was no chance of anything happening in the future.

If there is no chance, then there is no chance. I took a taxi to go to the appointment.

Peng Liang's son actually invited me to a rice noodle shop near their school. Although it was already autumn, it was still quite hot at night. There were several seats with tents set up outside the rice noodle shop. I saw a very delicate-looking man.

The big boy is looking blankly into the distance.

Intuitively, I think that person is Peng Liang's son.

I took out my cell phone and called back, and sure enough it was him who answered the call. I strode over and stretched out my hand: "Hello, I am the old Liu you are looking for."

Sure enough, he was still a child, and he was obviously not very used to this more adult etiquette. His face turned red, and he stood up and shook hands: "Hello, hello, I'm Peng Gang."

We were seated opposite each other. There was a cool breeze in the evening and it was very quiet here, which was perfect for talking about things.

I clapped my hands and adopted a very familiar attitude: "If you want something to eat, I'll treat you to it. Let's talk while we eat."

"Haha, okay, then I'm not welcome." He chuckled: "Their Chongqing rice noodles are very authentic. Our school classmates often come here to eat them. You should try it too."

"Okay, then two portions of rice noodles." I called the landlady and ordered a few more side dishes.

I looked face to face with him, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. I coughed twice: "What do you call him?"

"Peng Gang."

"You said Li Damin came to see you"

"Well, yes. He is your friend. He is very powerful. Haha, I originally didn't want to talk to him. He seems to know psychology, and his words are very seductive. He told me to follow his train of thought in a few words."

It is true that Li Damin is a very strong-willed boy. He is confident and confident in his actions and words, and he has the aura of a superior person.

"What does he want from you?" I asked.

"He first told me about the interview with my dad that day, and then asked me if I had concealed some details. I was very unhappy at the time, and I didn't want to talk to him. But he
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