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Text Chapter 181. [Case 21] In front of a residential building

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    I have fallen from many places, the worst one was directly from the wall and fell on my back to the ground.  It made me hold my breath for a long time, so I have experienced that uncomfortable feeling.  But this was the first time I had fallen down the stairs.  Hu Zongren must have a lot more experience in this area than me. A few days ago, when he was handling a case for a woman with beautiful legs in a villa in a tea garden, Hu Zongren just fell down.  Incense ash is very light, and there is basically no feeling when it touches the body, but the eyes are different. There is a saying that the eyes cannot hold half a grain of sand, which means that the eyes are very sensitive.  Moreover, the incinerated material was originally somewhat chemical, which made my eyes become infatuated with the incense ashes, causing severe pain. Even though I struggled to open my eyes during the fall, I still couldn't.  Fortunately, Hu Zongren fell down before me, so when I fell downstairs, he was my backer.  The edges of the stairs are full of edges and corners. During this free rolling process, my right brow bone and shoulder were hit by it. The brow bone seemed to have broken skin. When I bumped into Hu Zongren, he hit me again.  He let out a muffled groan.  Without thinking too much at the moment, I grabbed Hu Zongren¡¯s clothes, although I closed my eyes and didn¡¯t know where I was grabbing. Then I spit in the palm of my hand and started to wipe it into my eyes.  After a few times, mixed with saliva and tears after being stimulated, I opened my eyes in a daze. However, because I had kept them closed for a long time, when I opened my eyes, I found that the surrounding area seemed to have changed a color.  So I struggled to get up and looked at Hu Zongren. Hu Zongren was holding his arms around his left armpit. He also had his eyes closed tightly. His eyes, nose and mouth were covered with incense ash, and his whole face looked  It looked dirty, like an earthquake survivor who had just been found by firefighters from the rubble.  I helped him up and asked him, where did you fall and how are you doing now? Hu Zongren shook his head. It seemed that apart from the pain, his consciousness was still relatively clear.  So I dragged him towards the entrance of the corridor with all my strength. When I reached a place where the light could shine, I put him down.  I told Hu Zongren to wash his eyes with saliva first, so Hu Zongren soon opened his eyes in confusion.  At this moment, I reached out and touched my shoulder and eyebrow bone. Sure enough, my eyebrow bone was bleeding due to the bump. Although it was not serious, it was just a skin injury, but I still needed to clean it to stop the bleeding.  So I took out a tissue and wiped it, and then wiped it on with my own saliva.  When I was a kid, if I fell outside and my skin was broken and bleeding, my dad taught me to apply it with my own saliva.  Saliva seems to have the same effect as alcohol to some extent.  At that time, my dad also told me that in the animal world, when small animals are injured, they lick their wounds with their tongues. The principle is the same.  So over the years I have almost developed a habit. For example, if I cut my finger while chopping vegetables, I will put my finger into my mouth and suck it.  For example, if my arm is scratched by something sharp, I will immediately apply saliva on it.  I'm very lucky that I haven't been infected with tetanus or rabies over the years. Maybe it has something to do with my own constitution. I have rough skin, so my immunity is pretty good.  Hu Zongren took a breath, and then told me in a weak and panting voice that it seemed that the two of us had underestimated these guys and shouldn't have rushed up so hastily Oh, my old waist I remind Hu Zongren, you  That's not the waist, it's the ribs.  So he immediately changed his mind and said, oh my old ribsI asked him if they were broken?  He kneaded it a few times and said it wasn't broken, but it hurt terribly.  Of course I know this. I spent some time with those gangsters when I was young, and they taught me many of my fighting skills.  They told me that when you hit someone, you hit them in their most vulnerable areas, which are often rarely used.  The ribs under the armpits are one of them.  That place is basically covered with skin and bones, and it is located on the side of the body. It is difficult to prevent it, so hitting it hard will give people a suffocating pain.  I walked to the top of the stairs and looked up. This floor was originally relatively high, and there were a lot of steps. Falling from the top made me feel pain just thinking about it. Fortunately, we had closed our eyes just now, otherwise we would still be in trouble.  Don't be scared to death.  I took out the compass and measured it at the top of the stairs. The pointer pointed directly at the top where we burned the paper just now. Pointing in this fixed direction meant that the ghosts did not chase us after they pushed us downstairs.  So this made me relatively relieved. I lit two cigarettes and handed one to Hu Zongren. I asked him, my eyes were fascinated just now and I heard the sound of you falling. What happened?  ?  After Hu Zongren exhaled a puff of smoke, he told me that after he spread the incense ashes, he was ready to pounce on them and start drying them, but looking out from his angle, he saw what looked like a hand that spread all the incense ashes.  return.  After my eyes were blurred by the incense ash, I struggled to open my eyes a few times. Then I saw a gray mist-like thing hit me hard. The location of the impact was my armpit, and then there was a burst of sky.  ?Turn around and then go downstairs.  I said to Hu Zongren, but shouldn¡¯t it be?  It stands to reason that ghosts should be afraid of our incense ashes. Not only are they not afraid, they use our things to deal with us. Have you ever encountered such a situation before?  Hu Zongren shook his head and said that he had never encountered it before. Originally, incense ash is not very aggressive, but due to its special stickiness and very light weight, it can stick to the ghost's body and form a shadow that can be seen with our naked eyes.  The gray shadow I saw later was probably a ghost still stained with incense ashes, but how they sprinkled us with incense ashes, I really can't tell.  I sat down next to Hu Zongren and patted the dust off my body. I fell all the way and became dirty.  I asked Hu Zongren, what should we do now? We can't see them directly, and it's not easy to use incense ash. Moreover, our original intention just now was to catch them, but they were noticed. This means that if we want to catch them again,  It may be much more difficult.  Hu Zongren said, there is nothing we can do, and I just thought about it, this corridor is open up and down. If you want to say that Teacher Yang and his office and fresh food area, we can do some tricks to seal this place.  We can't stop others from coming in and out, right?  I thought about it for a moment and thought so, so I put out the cigarette butt and used the black ashes on the cigarette butt to apply a few small compresses on the stairs nearest to the stairs. Then I threw away the cigarette butt and said to Hu Zongren, "Can you do it now?"  walk?  Hu Zongren nodded, then stood up and dusted himself off.  I said, let's skip this step and go have a look over there.  Hu Zongren asked me where to go?  I pointed in the direction of the residential area over there and said that this was where the Fujianese employee burned paper.  Hu Zongren and I slowly walked in that direction. Although we suffered a lot, we were not seriously injured. We just walked slowly.  On the way I threw away the tissue I had just used to stop the bleeding because there was no more bleeding.  We crossed the door of the warehouse on the first floor and continued walking forward for about twenty meters until we reached a Z-shaped corner. The direction of the fort also turned along this Z-shaped corner.  As soon as I turned around, I saw a garbage dump filled with all kinds of garbage.  Behind the garbage pile is a half-broken ping-pong table made of stone. Next to the table is a relatively dry area, close to the flower bed on the side. There are some spots of wax marks on the ground, so I  It is speculated that the Fujian employee burned paper here.  I carefully observed the terrain. If I were standing in the position of Wax Oil, the front of me would be the fort ridge after turning the corner, but this side seemed a little smaller. I could already see the top of the fort ridge.  It is an old-fashioned building similar to the former employee housing. There is a small forest at the bottom, and there are many places on the fort ridge on the high ground. If it rains heavily, there is still the danger of landslides.  My left-hand side also looks like a staff room, about four or five floors high, with only one entrance to the unit.  The style of this building looks similar to the one on the fort. It should have been built by the same company at the same time.  The paint on the walls has peeled off, and a lot of it has fallen off. The originally white walls look like they have turned into a beige color.  It seems that there is no elevator in the building, but a corner staircase. At the stairs of each floor, there is a small railing half the height of a person. At least I think if I climb to the top floor and stick my head out by the railing, it will be fine.  One that can see where I am currently standing.  Both sides of the corridor are covered with various psoriasis advertisements, and you can also see small balconies built privately by residents here. Air-conditioning cases and flower pots are everywhere. It looks just like my home more than ten years ago.  The houses in the factory are similar.  Not far away on my right hand side is the garbage dump just now. It should be the kind of domestic garbage collected by nearby residents every day, and then collected regularly, because I saw a garbage bin with a hook, and vehicles can drive in through this passage.  Yes, so there are several cars parked under this building.  I counted the residents on each floor of the building on the left. There were about four households on one floor, but two of them faced the direction where we are currently, so which employee was scolded for burning paper must have  It was one of the 10 households on this side, but the area was still too large, so Hu Zongren and I discussed it and decided that we might as well try burning paper. Even if we get scolded, at least we can find it.  An opportunity to chat with nearby residents.
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