Day and night tour

Chapter 118 The Man in the Mirror

"Or maybe the bride was originally from Mingjiang Prefecture?"

Zhou Xuan had this strange idea.

"Let's settle down in Dongshi Street first."

Zhou Xuan felt a little tired, so he lay down with his head tilted back and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk.

It’s too late, so it’s not realistic to go to Dongshi Street to find a long-term rental house.

After Zhou Xuan and the other two got off the car, they found a hotel on the street to stay in first.

……

After settling in the hotel, Zhou Xuan and the other two went to Dongjiang Restaurant. They had not had time to eat lunch and were extremely hungry.

Even though they had not yet adapted to the taste of Mingjiang cuisine, they still ate voraciously with no manners at all.

Just as they were enjoying their meal, suddenly, a bald old man, carrying a half-bottle of wine, staggered past Zhou Xuan and howled as if he had discovered a new world.

"Hey, Mu Tou, you're eating at a restaurant too? Isn't your own snack stand good enough?"

"You've got the wrong person." Zhou Xuan glanced at the old man.

"Still pretending, still pretending?" The old man put his hand on Zhou Xuan's arm, trying to get closer to him.

"Snapped!"

Lu Mingkun slammed his chopsticks on the table and stared at the old man.

Fifth Brother has killed someone before, so he's really scary when he's angry.

The old man sobered up immediately, and after carefully looking at Zhou Xuan for a few more times, he said, "I made a mistake. I'm sorry, sorry."

As he walked, he was still wondering and muttering: How could there be someone who looks so similar?

Not only did the old man admit his mistake, but during the meal, three more diners shouted "Wood!" when they saw Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was completely confused.
Is there really someone on Dongshi Street who looks so much like Zhou Xuan?

Zhou Xuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the boss for a pot of rice wine, walked to the bald old man, and pushed the rice wine in front of him: "People always call me Mu Mu, who is Mu Mu?"

"Hey." The old man was happy to see the wine, rubbing his hands on the wine pot, and said: "Seeing that you speak so smoothly, I know you are not a wooden man,
Mu Tou's name is Mu Hua, and he is the most taciturn person in Dongshi Street. If you go downstairs, turn right, and walk forward, you will see the snack stand opened by his family. "

Zhou Xuan was almost full, and he wanted to take a look at how much the guy called Mu Tou looked like him.

He paid the bill, and then he and Lu Mingkun and Xiao Fuzi followed the direction the old man had pointed out. They kept walking until they were almost at the end of the street when they saw a snack stand.

The stall was set up right in front of his house, and there were three diners sitting in the front hall.

The stall was run by a middle-aged woman, the kind that looked like a middle-aged woman in her 60s. While the diners were eating, they glanced at her chest with obscene eyes.

"Guest, what would you like to eat? Steamed dumplings, sugar porridge, fried tofu vermicelli soup, cheap and filling."

The middle-aged woman enthusiastically invited Zhou Xuan and his group, but when she saw Zhou Xuan's appearance clearly, she was stunned at first, then looked down at Mu Hua.

In front of Mu Hua there was a wooden basin filled with dirty bowls and a bucket of clean water. He was sitting on a stool washing them.

"Sister Cui, another basket of buns..."

Sister Cui didn't hear anything at all. She looked at Mu Hua for a while, then at Zhou Xuan. After looking for a long time, she patted Mu Hua on the shoulder.

Mu Hua raised his head and noticed Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan also noticed him.

"Master, they are so similar." Xiao Fuzi said in surprise.

"Like twins." Lu Mingkun also said.

Zhou Xuan was even more dazed. He even wondered if Mu Hua was his own mirror image. The eyes, eyebrows, nose, and other "big details" were alike, but the curvature of the mouth corners and the distribution of the stubble were exactly the same.

outrageous.

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only smile and wave to Mu Hua, but Mu Hua's expression was dull, as if it was nothing new that someone looked exactly like him. He lowered his head and continued washing the dishes.

"Guest, don't bother with him. He is just like that. He ignores everyone he sees, like a piece of wood."

Cui Jie was afraid that Zhou Xuan would be angry, so not only did she apologize, she also invited Zhou Xuan and the other two to eat "vermicelli soup".

"It's fate that I look so much like my son. Come on, Sister Cui will treat you to a meal. It's free."

Zhou Xuan still paid the money, picked up the large bowl, sat in the store, and ate while watching Mu Hua.

The more I looked at Zhou Xuan, the more uneasy I felt.

On the first day in Mingjiang Mansion, strange things happened one after another.

The Lantern Bride, who had been silent all this time, frightened Liu Qingguang so much that he offered to pay compensation.
He had clearly never been to Mingjiang Mansion, yet he felt that Mingjiang Mansion was too familiar to him.
Now I met someone who looked exactly like me in Dongshi Street again.

"This trip to Mingjiang Prefecture feels like fate?!"

After Zhou Xuan looked at Mu Hua for a long time, he finally withdrew his gaze and started a conversation with the proprietress, asking, "Sister Cui, I came here from another place to do business. I want to open a cleaning shop. Is there a good shop for rent nearby?"

He really wanted to do business and make money by tattooing. Although the specific method is unclear, he must raise evil ghosts in corpses. Lu Mingkun also had to make money by dissecting and sewing corpses. Without corpses and shops, the two of them had no way to make money.

"You asked the right person. There was a shop across the street that used to do cleaning work, but the owner felt it was too tiring and he couldn't make much money, so he closed the shop.

If you take over the store, you don’t even need to renovate it.”

"That's great, I'll go check it out later."

Zhou Xuan drank his soup but looked towards the inner room.

The inner room of Cuijie's house has a very gloomy feeling.

He released some of his perception and felt that the Yin energy in the inner room was extremely strong. While Cui Jie was busy with business and Mu Hua was washing dishes, Zhou Xuan simply stood up and walked into the house.

I walked through the alley and into the inner room. The room was very large and there was a wooden bed in the corner.

In the center of the room, a coffin was hung with four iron chains.

The coffin was not painted, revealing the original color and texture of the wood. Zhou Xuan reached out and gently touched the coffin, but felt that all the yin smell in the inner room had disappeared.

And touching the coffin gave him a different feeling.

This coffin... seems to be the one he had lain in... This feeling is like a person selling his old house when he was young, and then returning home many years later. Although the old house has been renovated and all the familiar old objects are gone, as long as he sits in the old house, all the memories and feelings of the past come back.

"Where does this feeling come from?"

Zhou Xuan even suspected that there was something wrong with his mental state.

"Guest, please eat in the main hall."

Cui Jie's voice came from behind Zhou Xuan.

"I'm sorry, Sister Cui, my brother likes to be in a daze sometimes, and when he is in a daze he walks around everywhere, which has caused you trouble."

Lu Kunming, who was following Cui Jie, helped Zhou Xuan to smooth things over.

Zhou Xuan also retracted his hand and said to Sister Cui: "Excuse me, I have some bad habits."

"This coffin is the only thing worth some money in our family now."

Cui Jie pointed at Mu Hua and said, "You can see that my son is in such a bad condition that I cannot rely on him to take care of me in my old age. I can only prepare a coffin for myself in advance. When I am no longer healthy, I will open the coffin lid and lie inside to wait for death."

After being in contact with funerals for a long time, Zhou Xuan also knows that some middle-aged people, if they feel that their descendants are too incompetent, do like to prepare coffins for themselves in advance, so that at least they have a place to go after death.

"Muhua is fine, but she just doesn't like to talk for the time being." Zhou Xuan left the house, paid for three more bowls of vermicelli soup, and said, "Sister Cui, your cooking skills are very good. Come back another day to try other snacks."

"Come anytime." After seeing Zhou Xuan and the other two off, Sister Cui returned to the inner room, lit some incense sticks, and bowed three times towards the coffin.

"Did not see it?"

Mu Hua appeared in the room at some point. He leaned against the door frame, still expressionless, staring blankly at the hanging coffin.

"You mean those three guests? They can't see it, and no one can see it."

Sister Cui looked at the coffin cautiously, not knowing whether she was cautious about the coffin or the things in the coffin.

"Buzz!"

There was a slight tremor in the coffin, as if to comfort Cui Jie and Mu Hua...

……

"Just call me Lao Yang."

Lao Yang is the largest landlord on Dongshi Street. His ancestors were very wealthy, and he took advantage of the popularity to run a cotton mill. His family business has grown bigger and bigger, and now one seventh of the properties on the street belong to him.

"Are you renting a shop or a house?"

"Rent them all." Zhou Xuan said.

He had nothing to do after dinner, so he went to see the shop that Cuijie had mentioned. The shop was of a good size, with two storefronts and a good location.

Coincidentally, there was a sign hanging next to the shop that stated "Please go to Da Si Xi Mahjong Hall to rent a house."

Zhou Xuan went to the mahjong hall and found Lao Yang.

"You still want to rent a shop? No problem." Old Yang was happy and asked, "Do you have any favorites?"

"Have."

Zhou Xuan said, "It's diagonally opposite Cui Jie's snack stand."

"Oh, that one. That one has a great location. I'll take you there. It's spacious, and there aren't any tall buildings opposite. The morning sun can basically get in."

Old Yang took Zhou Xuan and the other two to the shop to look at the house.

Apart from the two storefronts, the shop has a good depth. And just as Sister Cui said, the previous owner was also a cleaning lady. There is no need to redo the layout and decoration of the house. You can just rent it, clean and tidy it up, and open for business right away.

"Isn't this shop nice?" Zhou Xuan asked Lu Mingkun.

"Everything is fine, but the price..." Lv Mingkun turned around and asked Lao Yang: "How do I rent it?"

"The minimum rent is half a year, six hundred per month."

The price Lao Yang asked for was not high. This street is full of funeral industry, and business is slow right now, so he really can't afford the rent.

In addition, the security in Dongshi Street was a bit poor and its reputation was not very good, so he didn't dare to ask for too much.

"The price is a bit high." Lu Mingkun said, "Five hundred for a six-month lease."

"Then I really can't afford it. Let me tell you, my house is very clean. I'm not just superficially clean, but everywhere is clean. Every three months I have to invite a Taoist priest to come and clean it... I guarantee that other people's shops are not clean. There are a lot of dead souls and ghosts in the house."

Old Yang patted his chest loudly.

Zhou Xuan frowned and asked, "Is it clean?"

“Guaranteed to be clean!”

"What if it's not clean?"

"If it's not clean, I'll rent it to you for 300!"

"Oh!"

Zhou Xuan picked up a pair of pipe pliers from the corner cabinet, stood on the counter, and poked hard at the corner of the ceiling.

Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the ceiling, bricks and dirt fell down, and a pale, dry human hand also fell from the hole...

(End of this chapter)