Chapter 11: The eyes are the messengers of emotions, and the heart is the origin of desires.

  You didn't even finish speaking before I interrupted you. I told you to quickly tell me what's going on with that old man, my little heart is hanging in suspense.

  He looked at me with a pitiful expression, patted his thigh and said affirmatively: "He has taken a liking to you! The most direct evidence is that when Wenjing had a fever, all the cheap things were occupied by you. If he was teasing Wenjing and making her feel romantic, there's no reason for you to take advantage of it. So I think, at that time Wenjing was in a state of being possessed by a ghost, an old man with a full beard was flirting with you!"

  Following what You Mou said, my mind conjured up that scene and I almost threw up, especially since last night I still reached out to touch it, who knows how much that old man enjoyed it at the time... a man with a wandering heart will do anything...

  Thinking of this, I feel a bit sore in the butt. If the car wasn't stopped on the street, I'd want to take off my pants and let Yu Mo see if it's gotten bigger!

  It's only natural for ghosts to harm people, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. But when they're harming people, they also take advantage of the situation to rob them of their masculinity - this is simply a heinous crime that would make both heaven and earth angry!

  But have to say, this old man's taste is still pretty good!

  I originally wanted to ask the weird old man for help, but he hanged himself from the beam.

  He and Yu Mou discussed it for a while, then he called his beautiful sister, wanting to ask her to persuade the master to let us off.

  I actually feel that doing this is quite dangerous, maybe the beautiful sister has some interest in You Wu, but once she knows our purpose, this feeling will become distorted, I estimate that it's more likely that she'll ask Master Po to get rid of You Wu, this cheat, but You Wu just smiled slightly and assured me that the beautiful sister would help.

  I asked him where his confidence came from, and he said nothing, just that he uses Rejoice every day.

  Too lazy to bother with him, and apart from that beauty, I couldn't think of anyone else who could save my life. Don't know where to find An Su, and the burly old man who had just met once should have some skills, but unfortunately, he felt a dangerous aura on the old man's body, better to stay away from him.

  I dialed the beautiful woman's phone number, and especially couldn't help but press the speakerphone with a sense of pride. I could feel a surge of passion and excitement coming from the receiver. The two of them were being affectionate, not discussing business, but instead talking about love. I pushed Yu Mo, and only then did he remember his purpose, asking the beautiful woman where she was, wanting to go find her.

  The beautiful sister said she was busy with something very important and couldn't meet for the time being, but if Yu Mo had time now, she hoped he could help take care of her grandmother.

  As soon as he heard this sentence, You Wu's face turned white and said bluntly that it was inconvenient.

  That beautiful woman was annoyed and hung up the phone. Yu Mo said to me with a straight face, "This woman's brain is flooded, actually asking me to take care of a ghost? How am I supposed to do that? Should I feed myself to her grandmother?"

  I'm saying you're really stupid, yesterday you met her and at night someone sneaked into her house, maybe she had doubts and was testing you on purpose!

  You don't mutter a few words, palely refuting one sentence, anyway Laozi doesn't take care of ghosts!

  It's come to this, I can only try to find An Su now. Yu Mo even sent me to the big bridge, standing at the head of the bridge, holding his hand, and with a gesture of passing on the revolutionary torch, I entrusted my parents and cousin to her. After nagging for half a day, Yu Mo was annoyed: "Get the hell out of here! There are no cars on the bridge, you're not going to jump off the bridge, even if you want to die, there's no chance!"

  It is said that An Su's warning still echoes in my ears, so I couldn't help but be cautious and look back three times before crossing the bridge.

  The old man who was walking his bird is still walking his bird, the bridge repair workers are checking everywhere with their hammers, my heart is still very nervous, the closer I get to the center of the big bridge, the more violently my two legs shake, this is using one's life to search for safety!

  But I walked from the head of the bridge to the end, neither losing my life nor finding her.

  At first, I thought she might be the mastermind behind the construction team. Now, I wanted to find a bridge repair worker to ask, because my teacher's wife had made trouble once before, and I felt that those workers wouldn't tell the truth. Just as I was thinking about how to approach them, two old men walking their birds passed by me, chatting idly, saying that this big bridge is very ominous, having killed three people in total, it must be because the foundation wasn't laid well, and later on, some strange things will happen!

  The old lady upstairs in our building was killed by the bridge, and she should be one of the three, but I didn't hear about the other two. So I stopped them and used Yu's old trick to get information out of them.

  I said, old man, this is so eerie, aren't you guys afraid?

  The old man puffed out his neck and said in a blustery tone, "What's there to be afraid of? This old codger won't live much longer anyway. If I really die here, my son can still get two cents for the funeral!"

  A chill ran down his spine, this old man was probably a professional pickpocket.

  I said you're really a hero, just now I heard you say that three people died on this bridge, one was an old lady, who were the other two?

  The old man shook his head and told me that the old lady died at home, so she was not one of the three. The first two to die were bridge repair workers. One was sleepwalking and fell off the bridge. The other was working under the bridge at night with a rope around his waist. For more than half an hour, there was no movement or sound. When his coworkers called out to him, there was no response. When they pulled him up, they found that the rope tied around his waist had somehow ended up around his neck, and he had been strangled to death.

  Thinking of that miserable death, I quickly changed the subject and asked him who the third one was.

  The old man's face was a bit strange, they looked at each other and asked me why I inquired about these things.

  I'm bored, let's chat.

  The old man let out a sigh of relief, but said, "You little brat, don't listen to this kind of thing, otherwise you won't even know how you'll die!"

  I still wanted to ask more, but the two old men took their birdcages and left, treating the dead third person with great taboo, as if mentioning him would be fatal. I looked around on the bridge, wanting to find another old man to ask, when a middle-aged man walked up to me, thin and bespectacled, looking refined and courteous, and asked if I was looking for someone.

  My heart skipped a beat, and I hastily said yes.

  A middle-aged man handed me a cigarette, took a few puffs, and leaned over to ask in a low voice if I had encountered that kind of thing!

  The mysterious tone made me wonder, I carefully examined this middle-aged man, who looked more like an intellectual than a charlatan, and asked him why he said that.

  The middle-aged man laughed and explained that someone saw me on the bridge and asked him to come over and ask, he was just a messenger and didn't know the specific reason.

  Is it Ansu?

  I was excited to have the middle-aged man take me to see her, but he shook his head and told me that the gentleman was temporarily inconvenient to meet with anyone. If there's anything, he'll pass it on for me.

  Since he's a man, I shouldn't be polite anymore, so I asked him who his husband was.

  "It doesn't matter who it is, as long as they can help you. We've been working on construction sites for years, and naturally there are people behind the scenes giving us directions. Now that those people are willing to save you, this is a great opportunity, so don't ask too many questions!"

  It turned out to be the construction team's mastermind, who had initially thought of hooking up with someone else and even took me to my teacher's wife's house to gather military information. Unexpectedly, I just strolled around on the bridge for a while, and the mastermind fell into his own trap.

  I hastily grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, as if we were brothers, and said to him: "Big brother, I've finally found you guys. Actually, we're comrades in arms from the same ditch. The other day, a menopausal old woman came to bother you, right? I want to settle accounts with her too, she harmed my cousin."

  The middle-aged man furrowed his brow and after more than a dozen seconds suddenly realized, asking: "Are you referring to Shifu?"

  I'm telling you, it's that old witch.

  The middle-aged man asked again: "So you went to Wenmiao Street to ask around, actually to avenge her?"

  "Isn't it? She's been helping that old man bully my cousin, what can I do...?" Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly reacted and asked: "How did you know we went to Wenmiao Street to find her?"

  The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled slightly, with a somewhat inexplicable strange meaning. After a long time, he explained that the superior knew about our trip to Wenmiao Street, but he wasn't clear about the reason either.

  After saying that, he relaxed and shook off my hand with a shrug of his shoulders, saying comfortably: "Tell me about your cousin's situation, I'll help if I can!"

  His attitude changed a bit, I don't know why, but still hoping for someone to save Wenjing, and didn't dare ask more questions. I told him about Wenjing's situation, but concealed the matter of Ansu. She wouldn't let me go on the bridge, there must be some secret here, so I naturally pretended not to know anything.

  Listen to me finish, the middle-aged man showed a crying and laughing expression, let me wait in place, then ran to the bridgehead's board house, a few minutes later ran back, handed me paper and pen, drew my home layout and ran again.

  This time I waited for more than half an hour, and apart from the layout of my house, he also handed me a Buddha statue wrapped in black cloth. He instructed me on some key points, turned around and left without looking back. I thanked him, and he just waved his hand to indicate that he had heard me.

  He's a weird guy, and I stood on the bridge with the Buddha statue and the map in my hand, hesitating whether to stop him and ask again or hurry back home and do as he said.

  Something has been weighing on my mind, what if the construction team really poisoned the ordinary old lady? Such people shouldn't have taken a liking to me for no reason, right? It was precisely because of this consideration that I pulled you to Master's wife's house, to first make a gesture of goodwill, before it would be convenient to cooperate with them!

  I got back in the car and told You Wu what had happened on the bridge. He thought I was being overly anxious, because the most serious part of the whole thing was that I had been poisoned, and secondly, that the old man had bullied Wen Jing. But all this had already passed three or four days ago, and I hadn't suffered any further poisoning. Wen Jing was safe and sound at home, and it was just You Wu and me who were running around getting ourselves into trouble. In fact, my only problem was the old man - if he could be taken care of, everything would be fine. Now that the construction team's expert was helping us out, I couldn't just dismiss their efforts because I thought their method was too simple. After all, different professions are like different mountains.

  Before he even finished speaking, I gazed deeply into his eyes. Based on our friendship of over five years, I had concluded a bloody lesson: whenever Youmo seriously analyzed something, his analysis was usually wrong. If it sounded reasonable at first, then 100% something would go wrong.

  Without further ado, I showed him the pitch-black Buddha statue. Upon closer inspection, one could still smell the sandalwood, but it had four heads and eight arms, completely lacking in dignified appearance, to say nothing of its being called the Four-Faced Buddha, an Indian thing.

  I stood the Buddha statue base in front of him and asked, "Why do Indian Buddha statues have Chinese inscriptions? You and I are generally well-educated, don't cheat me!"

  On the base are engraved eight characters, some worn but still discernible - "The eyes are matchmakers, the heart is a lustful seed."

  I don't know what it means!