Chapter 1595 Reporter He Feng

Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?

My name is He Feng, and I am a reporter. I have been working for many years and have been investigating one thing, that is, whether there are ghosts in this world, because I believe there are ghosts in this world, but I have never discovered them. In order to prove this, I took advantage of my work to visit many places and ask many people. After my investigation and evidence collection, I found that the older the older the generation, the more I believe there are ghosts in this world, and the younger the people, the more I feel that there are no ghosts in this world.

Is it superstitious among the older generation?Or are they really seeing something terrible before, so they believe so firmly?

I don’t know, but out of interest and persistence, I came to a nursing home in Dadong City for investigation this time, hoping that I can gain different results this time.

A man wearing glasses, with rough skin and strong body is now recording with a recorder.

After the recording was completed, He Feng put away the recorder and bought some gifts nearby. Then he walked into the nursing home with the gifts.

The reason for choosing this kind of place is that He Feng believes that there is the most likely possibility of interviewing valuable clues here, because the nursing homes are full of elderly people and have experienced many things. Maybe one elderly person has really come into contact with some incredible things. Secondly, the elderly in nursing homes lack companionship and the difficulty of visiting is the lowest.

After He Feng walked into the nursing home, he communicated with the dean, got permission, and then prepared to start the official interview.

He was not in a hurry, but was choosing the interview target.

There are many elderly people in nursing homes. If they go to interview each one, then he doesn’t have that much time. After all, He Feng still has to work, work, and make money, so he can only select a few elderly people for interviews, so he needs to rely on his own artificial screening.

He Feng has worked for many years and is somewhat capable of identifying people. Although some elderly people are not good-looking, their faces are full of stories.

Let's start with that old man.

Soon, He Feng discovered an old man who was alone in a wheelchair under a big tree, bathed in the mottled sunshine, looking very lonely, and the nurse didn't know where he went and did not accompany him.

But the old man squinted his eyes and was napping, as if he was enjoying all this, very comfortable.

An elderly person who can enjoy loneliness must be very strong inside. Such people usually have extraordinary experiences when they are young.He Feng said in his heart.

He walked over with a gift.

The old man in the wheelchair did not notice that someone was approaching, and seemed to be really asleep.

Uncle, uncle, can you hear me talking when you wake up?

He Feng shouted softly from the side. Although it was impolite to disturb the old man's rest, he had no choice. After all, he only had two hours to come out for an interview today.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and took a look: Young man, which child are you from? Why haven’t I seen you before?

I’m sorry to disturb you just now. I’m a reporter and am doing an interview. Do you have time?Can I ask you a few questions, soon, it won’t waste you much time.He Feng said very politely, and took out the recorder.

Interview?If you are not interested, you can go find someone else.The old man refused.

Please accept this gift. I sincerely hope that I can accept my interview. Please.He Feng handed the gift and begged again.

The old man snorted and threw the gift aside, not giving He Feng a good look at all.

Lao Zhang, your temper is still so bad. The young man is so polite and even gives you something, he asks you a few questions, but you don’t agree. No wonder no one chats with you and deserves to die alone.

At this time, an old man on the walk couldn't help but say when he saw this scene.

The old man sitting in a wheelchair was named Lao Zhang. He snorted: You are so kind, then you come and accept the interview, I am not interested.

Don't say anything, I'm happy to be interviewed. Young man, come here, come and interview me. If you have any questions, I have a much better temper than him and I like to chat with people the most.The old man who was walking came over and sat down under a big tree.

He Feng smiled awkwardly, but he was not easy to refuse. He immediately changed his target and interviewed the old man who was walking: Uncle, your surname is Ah.

My surname is Sun.

This Uncle Sun is very enthusiastic: Don’t stand Ah, come, sit here, it’s great to sit and interview, it’s so tiring to stand.

Well, Uncle Sun, I will officially start.

He Feng turned on the recorder: Uncle Sun, the first question I want to ask you is, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?

What?What's the thing?ghost?

Uncle Sun quickly shook his head: I am not superstitious, I am an unswerving scientist. Although many friends told me ghost stories when I was young, where was haunted and where was dead, I don’t believe it at all. If there is a ghost, why haven’t I seen it before?Young man, why do you look so feudal when you are young?This is not good. Let me tell you about the matter when I was young to compete for the top brother. Do you know what the top brother is...

When Mr. Sun started talking about the topic, he began to talk, preparing to brag about some of his great achievements when he was young.

He Feng was not surprised by this. He thought about how to change the topic or end the interview as soon as possible.

Because this Uncle Sun doesn’t look like a person with a story at all, and it’s not worth spending time to interview.

How could you, an ignorant old idiot, survive? You should be glad that you have never seen a ghost in your life. If you had seen a ghost, you idiot would have died long ago.On the side, the old man named Zhang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had a temper and cursed at the old man Sun.

Lao Zhang, how did you speak? I curse me to death, right? I was the top brother on the list back then. When did you get this anger?Old man Sun couldn't stand being scolded anymore, so he stood up and wanted to get back to the scene.

He Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he looked straight at the old man named Zhang, feeling inexplicably excited.

This old man really has a story, and he seems to know something.

Uncle Sun, please calm down and push Uncle Zhang away, and you won’t disturb your walk.

He Feng didn't want the two old men to continue arguing here, so he immediately took action, pushed up his wheelchair and took Mr. Zhang and quickly fled here.

Lao Zhang, if you have the ability, don’t leave, I will fight you one-on-one today.Mr. Sun cursed.

But He Feng ran faster, and he didn't want to miss this great interview opportunity.

He pushed Mr. Zhang back into the building and found an uninhabited room to put it down.

I thought you, the reporter, were like the other groups of reporters, and asked if you were doing well or not, whether you were happy or not... Bah, you were as annoyed as a fly. If you said you were doing badly or unhappy, they would not broadcast it. Asking questions were just like asking for nothing.Mr. Zhang seems to have deep prejudice against reporters.

Uncle, this is a private interview. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is He Feng. I have been looking for supernatural incidents among the people. I just heard from the uncle that it was haunted in the past?What does this sentence mean? Have you ever had a ghost here before?He Feng asked.

It’s not that the nursing home is haunted, it’s that it’s haunted.Uncle Zhang pointed to a direction outside the window.

He Feng looked in the direction he pointed, but there was nothing outside the window: Uncle, where are you talking about?

There was originally a building there, but it was demolished later.

Uncle Zhang said with some memories: It’s not just the building that was haunted. At that time, all parts of the country were haunted. A city was blocked in the violent places. I don’t know how many people died.

Haunted lockdown?He Feng was shocked and was very surprised.

True or fake?

Uncle, I remember that about sixty years ago, there were indeed some disasters across the country, such as chemical plant leaks, large flus, earthquakes, but those were all natural and man-made disasters. I have never heard of Ah who was locked down due to haunting.He Feng asked again.

Since he is visiting, he will naturally understand some major events that have occurred in each era.

What you said is false, in order to cover up the haunted truth, ahem.Uncle Zhang was a little excited at this moment and couldn't help but cough.

Don't be excited, uncle.He Feng quickly stood up to help the old man feel at ease.

After Mr. Zhang calmed down a little, He Feng continued to ask: Mr., you said those disasters are all fake. Do you have any evidence?

evidence?What kind of evidence is my personal experience.Uncle Zhang snorted heavily: If you don’t believe it, don’t ask so much. Do you think I really want to tell you these things?

Uncle, sorry, I don’t believe it. After all, the interview needs to ensure authenticity. Can you tell me about your experience when you were young?He Feng hurriedly apologized and asked curiously.

He thought Mr. Zhang’s story was unusual.

His visit today may make major breakthroughs.

Uncle Zhang felt so soft when he saw He Feng's attitude, and then slowly said: I don't really want to say that thing, because I have been forgetting the experience of that year as much as possible, but I, an old man, probably won't live long. Since you want to hear it, I'll just treat it as a story.

He Feng didn't say anything, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Mr. Zhang, and then prepared a recorder.

My surname is Zhang, and my full name is Zhang Zhidong. I am a local from Dadong City.

The old man named Zhang Zhidong looked out the window and recalled it and said: It was about sixty years ago. At that time, I was in my early twenties and was very young, but I was very unfortunate that a tumor had grown in my head at a young age.

The doctor said that the operation is very risky. If I don’t have surgery, I can live for up to half a year. However, the night before the operation, I was sleeping on the hospital bed and suddenly disappeared from the hospital and came to the downstairs of the building there.

Suddenly disappeared?Can you tell me in detail?He Feng hurriedly interrupted Zhang Zhidong and asked.

explain?How can I explain to you?I haven't figured it out yet.Zhang Zhidong said.

Uncle, you continue.He Feng stopped asking and continued to listen.

Zhang Zhidong said: I remember very clearly that I suddenly appeared under the building and didn’t even wear shoes, I only wore a hospital gown, and the wind was very cold at night, and I felt very cold at that time... Then a few mysterious people stared at me. I was very scared at the time and thought they were kidnappers and wanted to cut my waist.

Mysterious man?He Feng hurriedly wrote down this important news.

Later I realized that those mysterious people were not kidnappers. One of them seemed to be their boss and wanted to make a deal with me. He asked me to sit on a red bench. After the matter was over, he helped me get the brain tumor removed. At that time, I originally wanted to refuse, but I had no choice and was forced to sit on the red bench.

Zhang Zhidong paused when he said this.

Uncle, what is a bench?Can you tell me in detail?He Feng took this opportunity to ask.

It is a bench made of wood, cut flat, which was a relatively rare furniture in my era.Zhang Zhidong said and gestured.

As a reporter, He Feng was knowledgeable and had seen some old objects. He immediately quickly drew on the notebook according to Zhang Zhidong's description, and soon the bench was drawn.

Uncle, are you talking about this?He handed over the sketch.

Zhang Zhidong took a look and nodded: Yes, that's it, but it's painted red, and I remember it's particularly bright, as if it's dripping blood.

I was forced to press on the red bench by the mysterious man in charge, and the moment I sat on it, I saw something that I would never forget in my life.

What?He Feng asked.

Zhang Zhidong lowered his head slightly and said in his voice: Ghost.

ghost?

He Feng was stunned, and then he felt a burst of ecstasy.

After investigating for so long, I actually met someone who had actually seen a ghost today.

Is it really a ghost?If there is a ghost on that bench, why haven’t you noticed it before?Did the ghost do anything to you?He Feng then asked a series of questions.

Zhang Zhidong said to himself: I can't understand that scene, because the red stool had obviously nothing before, but when I sat on it, the ghost also appeared on the stool.

Although it was night, I could see clearly that the ghost had no legs, as if it was on the red bench, and the ghost wanted to kill me.

But at that time I was only afraid, my body could not move, and I could not leave the wooden bench.

The mysterious man didn't know what he did at that time, and the ghost didn't kill me in the end. Not long after I sat on the bench, I was pulled up. It was strange that as soon as I got out of the red wooden bench, the ghost disappeared. The wooden bench was empty and there was nothing.

He Feng suppressed his excitement when he listened to it, and quickly wrote down some of his thoughts while recording.

There is a ghost on the red bench that can only be seen after sitting down.

The ghost wanted to kill Zhang Zhidong, but was stopped by the mysterious man.

……

In this way, I inexplicably completed the transaction with the mysterious man. He took the red wooden bench away and quickly left with several other mysterious people. However, after a few seconds, the mysterious man who had disappeared strangely appeared again and said he wanted to help me complete the operation.

Zhang Zhidong said and gestured, then reached out and poked He Feng's forehead: Just like that, the mysterious man stretched out a pitch-black hand, directly passed through my head, and took out the tumor in my head.

He Feng covered his head, rubbed it, and said: Is it so magical?It sounds like an ancient bizarre story.

Reality is more bizarre than the story.Zhang Zhidong hummed: I would have died long ago without the surgery of that person back then, and it was impossible for me to survive.

By the way, uncle, do you remember the appearance of that person?He Feng asked again.

Zhang Zhidong shook his head: I don’t remember, but I remember the name of that person. After the operation was completed, I realized that those people had no malice towards me, so I mustered up the courage to ask more questions. Although the person looked cold, he was very good and responded to me on his own initiative.

He said his name was... Yang Jian.

Yang Jian?He Feng quickly wrote down his name, which was another important clue.

Uncle, who do you think this person named Yang Jian would be?From your description, they seem to have extraordinary magical abilities.

Zhang Zhidong said: At that time, there were haunted everywhere, so naturally there were people who fought against evil ghosts. Later, when the haunted ghosts were so fierce, I found some information that these special people were called ghost controllers.

Ghost controler?It sounds like a special profession, just like the exorcist and demon-exorcist in film and television works.He Feng said.

Zhang Zhidong ignored it and just sighed: Unfortunately, since then, I have never seen that Yang Jian again, nor have I met ghosts again. Now, even if I say it, no one believes me. If I hadn't kept the case of that year, I would have doubts if there was something wrong with my brain and had hallucinations.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Being able to live is better than anything else.

Young man, my story is over. Do you have anything else to interview?

He Feng said: No, thank you for your cooperation. I didn’t expect to hear such a bizarre story today. By the way, uncle, can I see your case back then?

No problem, I'll take you to get it.Zhang Zhidong said.

He Feng immediately got up and pushed the wheelchair.

Zhang Zhidong brought this young reporter to his room and handed him the long-clogged case: It's useless for me to keep this thing, I'll give it to you. I don't know if this is evidence.

He Feng immediately thanked him repeatedly. He solemnly put away the case and went back to study it slowly.

By the way, what's wrong with your legs?I know a few good doctors who may help you.He then asked with concern.

You guy is pretty good-hearted, but my legs are not something that the doctor can cure.Zhang Zhidong shook his head, then pulled up his pants and exposed his legs.

He Feng glanced at him and his eyes shrank.

What kind of legs are they? They are thin, shriveled, twisted, and hard to believe that they are the legs of a living person.

My legs became lame very early. I guess it was the hidden danger left by sitting on the red bench that time. At that time, many people said that evil ghosts were very terrifying, and people who touched the supernatural would become unfortunate. I think this sentence is correct. Young man, if you want to track down the traces of evil ghosts, I advise you to be careful and not lose your life in a mess.

Zhang Zhidong put down his pants again and covered his terrible legs.

He Feng took this opportunity to take a photo. He felt that this was evidence, proving that the story told by the old man named Zhang Zhidong was not fake.