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  The shelter found me, what else could it be? Of course, they wanted me to go identify the deceased. Who else from my family could have gone missing? I was really taken aback by that old man. When I saw his appearance, I thought he was a beggar.

  "Comrade, he's not wrong." I said with a flushed face to that fatty with a ferocious expression, and indeed the guy inside was Ye Qiu.

  "This man still has a weapon in his hand and hit people. The three or four of us were all beaten by him, and we called your family member to come over to discuss how to resolve this matter."

  "Hit someone?" I glanced at Ye Qiu, his expression was like he had nothing to do with me, "What kind of person hits others?"

  "What's the situation? One fracture, three different degrees of injury. Who will pay for their medical expenses and lost wages?" The fat man slammed a stack of materials on the table and said: "I'm telling you, these family members shouldn't have let the mentally ill person out, isn't this intentionally harming people?"

  "I'm telling you, comrade, this guy's brain isn't good, so why didn't you send him to the public security bureau after he beat someone?"

  That fatty glared at me and said, "We're taking you to the Public Security Bureau. Who's going to pay us for this money? Let me tell you, since we've found you, it's simple: either you hand over the cash or I'll take you to the police station. You can choose either way."

  As soon as I heard the implication, I understood that they were intentionally framing me. They took one look at Ye Qiu and saw that he was penniless from head to toe, not even worth a few cents. They couldn't beat him in a fight, so it was better for them to find his family and demand compensation instead. I pulled out my ID: "Comrade, this person is not familiar with me at all. You see clearly, my surname is Xia, his surname is Ye. He just happened to wander around during that time and stayed at our doorstep for a few days, and now he's relying on us."

  That fatty shouted and suddenly 7 or 8 people came up, I took a look and several of them had bruises on their faces. The fatty asked me: "Are you going to intervene?"

  "This..." I pulled the fat guy aside and said, "Brother, we really don't have any relationship. If I didn't think you were pitiful, I wouldn't have come all this way. To be honest, I'm also from a rural area, and I couldn't afford to pay for his medical expenses or lost wages. The bus ticket back home only left me with 80 yuan in my pocket. If you're happy, take it and go drink with your brothers; if not, then I'll just leave, and whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

  That fatty's eyes rolled around and said: "You really have eighty?"

  I patted my pocket and pretended to secretly pull it out, saying: "This is all yours." At that time, 80 yuan was not a small amount. The salary of someone like Fatso at that level was only around 40 yuan per month, which was enough for him to be happy about. After receiving the money, Fatso immediately changed his tune and said: "Let the person go, isn't Xiao Li's nose a bit broken? Write it off later and say it was an accident while helping people with intellectual disabilities, and the unit will reimburse us."

  He spoke, and I naturally led him out. After leaving the house, I found a bathhouse for him to wash in. This guy actually turned a pool of water into ink, it was so dirty that it couldn't be looked at.

  I squatted on the side and said, "I'm asking you, where have you been for the past few days? You left without a word, making me spend money to bail you out. Are you ashamed or not?"

  "He's gone to do something." This was the second sentence that Er Dai said to me, and it was also the only sentence he said that day. He seemed like nothing had happened, washing up and putting on a new set of clothes, and he even looked quite spirited. Dammit, with this kind of appearance, I'm going back with him, no wonder people would really think he just came back from traveling.

  Where did Ye Qiu go? What was he doing? Why did he end up wandering the streets again? The first two questions, no one knows, but the third one is definitely within expectations. This person has absolutely no ability to take care of himself, he doesn't even know what RMB is. You can be great at fighting, but you still need to eat. However, his return was still welcomed by everyone, especially Dizzy, who was as happy as seeing his own father, and from then on, he stopped wagging his tail at me.

  When Ye Qiu was about to leave, it was also the time when the big curtain opened. After hearing many stories about Hongcun Village from us, Mr. Gu became very interested and in order not to ruin the friendship between China and America, we promised him a deep tour of Hongcun Village.

  Actually, everyone is interested in Hongcun's history, including me. It's a bit like not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because I live in this mountain.

  Hongcun Village is located at the foot of the western slope of Mount Huangshan, surrounded by mountains on all sides and water on one side. It is both the boundary line between Zhejiang and Anhui provinces and the source of the Huangpu River. The West Tianmu Mountain starts from here, winding its way for thousands of miles into the East China Sea. The vegetation here is lush and dense, with uninhabited areas accounting for nine-tenths of the total area. It can be said that even a native of Hongcun Village has never been to most parts of Hongcun Village.

  So at that time, Mr. Gu's first requirement was to stand high and look far.

  The main peak of Hongcun is Lion Mountain, with an elevation of 1380 meters. This is considered the absolute highest peak in western Zhejiang and the true first peak of southern Zhejiang. To put this into perspective, the famous Tian Tai mountain described by Li Bai as being "one million one hundred thousand feet" tall has an elevation of only 1098 meters. Moreover, according to what I know, no one has ever climbed to the summit of Lion Mountain. Older generations have said that after passing through Wan Zhang Cliff, there is no path to continue on, and whether it's hunters or herb collectors, they all turn back at this point. Above Wan Zhang Cliff, there are still over 200 meters of dense forest.

  It's strange to say, the main peak of Lion Peak is almost always shrouded in clouds and mist, occasionally on good days it reveals its true appearance, which is not green but black. The forest coverage rate in northwest Zhejiang is extremely high, reaching 99%, here is both a famous Chinese bamboo town and a natural oxygen bar, all four seasons are green, except for that Lion Mountain, the position above halfway up the mountain is dark and oppressive, of course no one has ever been there before.

  Our itinerary was three days, and we had also considered some possible problems that might arise. I didn't understand why Mr. Gu insisted on taking this trip until later when I found out that Cha Wenbin told him about Ye Qiu's situation. Mr. Gu knew about the incident between Fatso and Ye Qiu, but he couldn't explain from a scientific perspective why Ye Qiu appeared or where Fatso went. From a safety perspective, Mr. Gu decided to take a look at the terrain here under the guise of an inspection trip, which was also something Cha Wenbin had been wanting to do all along.

  The day of departure was a good day, the main peak of Lion Mountain was in sight, I had heard that there were many tigers, leopards and wolves on this mountain, so my father also gave me that five-six rifle. There were five people going, including Xiaobai and Gu Lao, plus me and Cha Wenbin, as well as Er Dai and his dog Daidai. We brought all the dry rations, water, medicine, and everything else we could think of. Actually, each person had their own thoughts before setting off, I always thought that Feng Shui was only done by Chinese people, but on the way, Gu Lao mentioned that Feng Shui is actually a subject of study, belonging to the category of mysterious studies.

  "You foreigners also believe in superstition?"

  Mr. Gu smiled and said, "Mysticism is not superstition, it's a theory that complements science, answering questions beyond the scope of Western science that humans already know. What we know about the entire universe is very little, and many things cannot be explained by science for the time being."

  I'm very interested in this question, so I said: "For example, those symbols painted by Cha Wenbin, I always see that he clearly didn't light the fire, but the symbol ignited."

  Gu Lao looked at Cha Wenbin and couldn't help but chuckle: "Cha younger brother, don't blame me for saying this."

  Zha Wenbin hinted that although he said so, Old Guo said: "The symbols they use are all added with white phosphorus. As long as you rub them lightly, they will catch fire. Am I right?"

  Zha Wenbin scratched his head with embarrassment and said: "The old gentleman is knowledgeable and experienced, what he says is true."

  Gu Lao burst out laughing and said, "This is also thanks to the alchemists among you who found this thing. This proves that Taoist priests are not pseudoscientific, it belongs to the typical chemical category, our Chinese ancestors were indeed insightful."

  I refused to give up and continued to ask: "Does the ghost count?"

  Mr. Gu said, "I've seen a Chinese movie from the late 1950s called 'The Indestructible Radio Waves'. In the atmosphere, short-wave signals will keep bouncing back and weakening, but they can also be amplified by some devices to continue or even strengthen the radio waves. These wave signals are invisible and intangible, but they really exist and have rich content. Our radios, radar, and ultrasonic waves all work on this principle.

  Before World War II, a group of German scientists conducted an experiment in which they electrified corpses and discovered the existence of the human electromagnetic field. In my opinion, ghosts are a kind of signal; as long as something has existed in this world, it will always leave behind some information, just like a shadow. There is already equipment that can replay events that occurred at a scene over a period of time.

  The generation of signals is basically caused by human brain activity, often "resentment", which causes strong emotional reactions to produce strong brain waves, forming signals in the atmosphere that bounce back and forth, gradually weakening. The stronger the "resentment" or signal, the longer the ghost exists. Moreover, such signals exist everywhere in this world at all times, so ghosts are everywhere!

  "Do you really believe in ghosts?" I was really surprised, this American old man who laughed all day actually believed that there were ghosts in this world, and he was a professor at a famous foreign university. I thought, didn't foreigners know that scientists are all atheists?

  Gu Lao smiled and said to Cha Wenbin, "Cha younger brother, isn't it that people who usually see ghosts are generally physically weaker? You Taoists call this 'low fire', right?"

  "We believe that a person has three flames, two on the shoulders and one on the top of the head. This is a symbol of a person's three souls being prosperous and having sufficient yang energy. If the flame goes out, it means that yin energy is increasing, which can lead to illness or even loss of soul."

  Old Gu said, "Actually, just by statistics, it can be found that basically the people who 'see ghosts' are those with neurasthenia. This is why some people see ghosts while most people don't? I've said before that 'ghosts' are actually a kind of signal, so this kind of signal must have a signal receiving device to display it. Most normal people's brain wave activity is normal and stable, which means their yang energy is sufficient. But another group of people with weak nerves, their brains will be affected by some external signals, just like a TV receiving images and sounds that can't be received under normal circumstances, producing auditory hallucinations! They feel like there are one or two ghosts following them, and under psychological influence, this fearful emotion keeps expanding. So do you think they exist or not?"

  The old man asked me this, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer. All I could say was: "It's possible that it exists, but also possible that it doesn't."

  The old man nodded and said, "For normal people, ghosts do not exist because we are not on the same frequency as them, just like tuning into a radio station; however, for another type of person, they do exist and are everywhere!"

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