MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET

Ghost Day

The rain that fell some time ago made the road damaged and slippery, very difficult to pass by cars and other vehicles, sitting in the car alone felt shaken.

Once the sky is dark, the difficulty will increase.

100 Meters should be reached in almost half an hour.

The night wind was getting stronger, coupled with the humid air and the sky cloud was getting black, it was creepy.

Seen an old Grandma kneeling by the side of the road, her hand holding a bunch of burning banknotes and put them in a burning barrel in front of her.

Not long after, it was seen again that a mother was burning paper money.

Along the way was filled with black smoke and the smell of burning candles.

I asked "What date is it ?"

Mr. Hen muttered in a cold tone without answering my question.

The policeman who was driving said "It looks like the 15th of the 7th month", His name is Mr. Rio, I know when I hear Mr. Hen calling him.

I said, "As per Chinese gender, the 15th of the 7th month is ghost day this is the day the door of the ghost residence opens, spirits and spirits will come out and receive offerings from those who have prepared them."

Mr. Hen said in annoyance "Close Your Mouth !!!"

I said, "I think we should go down and borrow some incense sticks with the people on the side of the road, then stick it in front of the car."

Phaam !!!

The loud fist from Mr. Hen landed on my face, an unexpected pain, he pulled my neck in annoyance "If you dare to say carelessly again, then I will bow to you again."

Emotions exploded.

If it had been, I would have fought and fought with him no matter if he was a cop or not.

I just smiled flat, looking very relaxed.

My expression like this made Mr. Hen even more upset, as if I was a know-how.

Suddenly a thick smoke blew towards our car, a money-burning barrel was placed right in the middle of the road.

Mr. Rio who saw it was surprised and immediately braked suddenly.

Phaam !!!

Sounding impact on the car tires.

The steering wheel changed direction quickly and almost hit the road barrier.

Mr. Rio shouted angrily "Who really does not know the rules, a burning barrel like this was placed in the middle of the road.

He raised his leg and was about to kick the barrel.

I went ahead and moved the barrel, after saving the barrel, I put it neatly on the side of the road.

Mr. Rio was very emotional and wanted to kick him once again.

But I held out my hand to intercept him and said, "Popefully while driving, if you kick him and they don't get the money, then you're the one who's gonna be looking for."

Just finished saying.

Sounded....Phaam !!!

The incendiary barrel was kicked to fly away.

I was shocked and immediately saw it, seen Mr. Hen just pulled back his legs and glared at me while saying "About."

I raised my eyebrows and was unable to say anything more.

After fixing the car, we continued our journey.

I quietly took out a piece of paper I picked up in the street, after folding the money up to 4 times, I ripped the four sides of the paper neatly, then tore the middle half of it, when it opened, a paper figure was formed.

I bit my own finger until it bled and wrote Mr. Hen's name using drops of blood.

When the car arrived between the mountains, a thick fog covered the road, the car lights seemed to no longer function, only a distance of 5 meters that was able to be seen by the eyes.

Conditions like this also make Mr. Rio slow down the speed of the car.

There was the sound of a neat leg-banging amidst that thick fog, not 1 or 2 people, but tens to hundreds and their footwork sounded very compact.

Just like military training.

My heart began to tense with eyes fixed on the thick fog in front, as the human shadow there, increasingly clear, as seen, the first to be seen was a man in a dark green military uniform.

With a Chinese flag in the hat and a 3-star in the arm, it looks like he's a leader.

Hundreds of soldiers followed him from behind.

With clean clothes, neat footsteps and incredible dignity.

Warrior spirit !!!

They seem to be leaving to carry out their duties.

But they did not know that the war had ended 100 years ago and could only forever go ahead to complete its task.

Forever !!!

My eyes were fixed on the sword that was being grasped in the hands of the front row leader.

The sword was emitting an extremely bright green light.

He was a commander who considered honor far more important than life and it was this sword of honor that made them to continue being spirit warriors.

Just like the person who died in revenge will turn into a curious ghost.

Mr. Rio was angry and cursed "Fuckin' weather, why is the fog so thick."

The closer the troops were, the thicker the fog was visible.

I said, "Around this place there are many mountains and shady forests, used to be the most historic battlefield and of course many died here."

Not finished saying, Mr. Hen has cut off the conversation "Talk carelessly what else you are."

I also choose to be quiet.

After the spirit warrior left, the thick fog began to disappear, our visibility became even further.

Calmly and safely, we came out of the mountains.

Mr. Rio said "Hey, young man, I tell you, Policemen like us have high authority and are scary, any creature that sees us will definitely hide far away."

I laughed in a flat tone, asking "Sir, you have a cigarette ?"

A smoker is certainly not stingy to distribute cigarettes.

He took out a pack of cigarettes and thrust at me, I took them.

It was a pack of sampurna cigarettes.

Cigarettes with a price of 25 thousand rupiah, not good, not bad too, suitable for the pockets of the police.

The flame on the tip of the cigarette looks very red because it is blown by the wind.

After that I light another one and suck it with pleasure.

Police officer Rio said "What else does this mean, worshipping ghosts and gods ?" After saying that, he shook his head and laughed.

After passing through the mountains, there was a toll road in the direction of a village.

This toll road has just been completed, penetrating a cave along 3 km and directly connecting with the village.

I asked "Whether when opening this toll, the government ever invited an expert to inaugurate it ?"

Mr. Rio replied "Of course never, let alone what are you thinking?"

I said "If you just moved into a new house or changed your phone number, would you tell your friend ?"

Mr. Rio said "Of course I will, otherwise how will my friends find me." After speaking, he seemed to understand my words.

Mr. Hen also cut off the conversation "Don't carelessly talk."

While saying, he hinted Mr. Rio to stop the car at the rest area, all to fill up the gas and find a little snack.

We entered a minimarket and they bought three packs of Pop Noodles, one of which was my ration.

Even though Mr. Hen is easy on emotions, he is actually kind-hearted, He will not intentionally let me starve, the Pop Noodles I eat are paid for by him.

I asked the minimarket boss Madam "Is there a red liin?"

Of course the ordinary days do not sell red candles, which are sold are white candles, only today is a little more special so the candle you are looking for there.

I also bought 3 candles.

We continued the journey, I immediately said to Rio police sir "If you have reached the toll entrance, please stop for a while yes, there is something I want to do."

When buying candles at the minimarket, Mr. Hen and Mr. Rio saw it.

Mr. Rio said "It won't be long."

Mr. Hen said, "It's fine to stop at the entrance of the toll road, but you have to tell me everything you know about your village.

I nodded and agreed.

Our car stopped at a distance of 15 meters from the entrance.

I brought 2 red-stemmed liens and walked towards the direction of the toll booth entrance.

Mr. Hen and Mr. Rio also came down, they leaned on the body of the car while smoking cigarettes and watching my movements.

I placed each of them a candle on the left and right side, then lit it with a match and recited a series of spells.

This spell was taught by the Blind Grandpa.

The incident calling the spirits on the bridge that night felt like it had just happened yesterday.

In accordance with Uncle Sun's explanation, Blind Grandpa and the funeral team who were with him came to Master's house to offer themselves, he said they were the closest and expert in this field, where there were people dead, he said, there they are.

Now, in retrospect it feels weird too.

After we finished it all, we got back in the car.

I said again "Stop again after reaching the exit."

Mr. Rio could not help but be curious, he asked "What does it mean that you stick two candles at the entrance of the toll."

I answered "Light of direction."

Mr. Hen said unhappily "There are you."

Goa along 3 km is not short, but if it passes by car, it will feel very fast, just now Mr. Hen said, we also arrived at the toll exit.

I got back down from the car and put 1 more candle on the side of the road and then lit it.

The candles just lit up.

Suddenly the wind blew loudly, there were a lot of voices of people thanking, there were men and women, there were parents and children, there were many voices, all of them are lost spirits on this newly built highway.

If they do not show the way, then forever they will continue to be stuck on this new path.

And over time there will be big problems even accidents on this highway.

We also continued our journey.

Mr. Hen said "How, can you tell me?"

I nodded, after thinking for a while and began to say "Since I lived in that village, Father and Mother were also there, now our village was hit by a big disaster and really made my heart depressed. My family's ruined, my father and my mother are gone."

Speaking up here, my heart also felt like it was sliced.

Mr. Hen and Mr. Rio were a little touched, they smoked cigarettes slowly.

The atmosphere in the car feels very stressful.

I also made up a reason that could be accepted by him "Teacher died from being hit by a car at the village gate, because I was afraid of getting into trouble, My mother also drove me away at midnight."

Mr. Hen asked "Why are you afraid of getting involved ?"

I said, "That day my mother lied, actually that day Master and I went back to the village when the time showed at 04:00, but you said that Master died at 03:30."

Mr. Hen showed a surprised expression and spontaneously shouted "No way !!!"

At that time he himself witnessed the process of checking the temperature changes in Master's body.

Of course it won't be wrong.

I said with a flat expression "It is precisely because it is impossible that I dare not tell the police. My mother was afraid this matter involved me, so she drove me to go that night."

Mr. Hen asked "Are you being honest?"

I asked back "According to you, at a time like this I still need to lie ?"

This incident seemed like a nightmare that continued to disturb the life of Mr. Hen in the previous year.

He never believed in superstitious things, which he knew, that everything was the result of human actions.

But this case has raised suspicions about his confidence, only overnight, 500 people in our village just disappeared, which people are capable of doing that.

He did not dare to think about it.

I continued saying "I'm much more curious than you guys, what exactly is going on ?"

The words are half-real and half-fake, so confusing.

Mr. Hen said "Then have you been anywhere in the last few years ?"

I said, "I went to study with someone who is an expert in this field, some time ago he died, I felt this case has passed so long, so I chose to go home, so I chose to go home, not expected ..."

Mr. Rio immediately cut off my conversation "It's worth your mouth is full of the eve of gods and demons."