Seeing the money, the man smiled even more happily. He thought for a while and said, "Money is definitely a good thing, but the person involved in this matter is a bit special. I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, but if I really tell you, I'm afraid..." Uncle San took out another hundred yuan and put it in front of him.

"Hey, you're so polite! I'm not asking you for money, it's really... Well! Actually, there's nothing particularly strange about this matter, but it's someone else's family matter after all, so I might be gossiping behind their backs."

"Boss Wang, we asked you to talk about this not out of curiosity. You should know that a female college student died inexplicably in Longmuting. If the problem in Longmuting is not resolved, I'm afraid more and more people will suffer accidents in the future, so we must solve this problem."

"You...are you from the government department?" Boss Wang asked after looking at Uncle San.

"Of course not. I'm a grave worker. I'm sure there's a coffin containing a female deceased person buried underground in Longmuting . And this woman committed suicide by hanging, right?"

Boss Wang was stunned for a moment, staring at Uncle San with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word. After a long time, he said, "Oh my God, how did you know that?" Boss Wang was from another place, and his accent sounded like he was from Anhui.

Uncle San said, "If what I said is correct, please tell me, Boss Wang, why did this lady hang herself and why was she buried in Longmu Pavilion?"

"Well, the reason I don't want to talk about this is because it involves a big boss in this industry. We are from the same hometown, and I rely on him to make money in a place like Shanghai."

"Don't worry, I will never tell anyone about this after I hear it."

"What about them? Who can guarantee that they won't tell anyone?" Boss Wang pointed at us.

Uncle San said to the three university students, "Why don't you three step aside for a while?" Although they were reluctant, they still walked away. Uncle San said, "Mr. Yang is the deceased's fiancé, and the other two are my assistants. They have the same right to know as I do."

Boss Wang sighed and said, "Just don't sell me out. This matter is related to Boss Yun, who is now the biggest scrap king in Shanghai. You said there was a woman hanged at Long Muting , and it's true. It was Boss Yun's mother. It happened thirty years ago. Boss Yun's father got drunk and fell into a well and drowned when he was very young. His grandfather 's family is unreasonable and insists that his mother was a jinx and that she was the one who killed his father."

"The woman had no choice but to be kicked out by her husband's family. Sadly, her own family was unwilling to take her in. Her two sisters-in-law constantly said bad things to their mother, Sanming, in both their own words and their own private affairs. The woman couldn't stand it any longer, so she brought her two children to Shanghai. You can imagine how difficult life was for a woman with two children. The woman had no choice but to sell herself, but it was difficult for a rural woman who was old to do that. She could only be sold to some laborers who didn't have high demands, and she didn't make much money per trip, so she had to come every day."

At this point, Boss Wang shook his head helplessly and said, "Now you know why I don't want to talk about it. If you tell others about this kind of thing, it will ruin your reputation."

"Boss Yun would let you know about such a scandal?" I asked in confusion.

"These things happened before he became the boss. How could he keep it secret? There are always people gossiping behind his back."

"Don't get off topic. What happened next?" Uncle San asked.

"So, when Boss Yun grew up, he accidentally discovered that Mom made her dirty money by doing this shameful job. He got furious and said some unpleasant things. The old lady couldn't get over it and committed suicide. She committed suicide in Longmuting. At that time, this area was open to the public, but since his mother died, many strange things have happened in Longmuting. I have never been to Longmuting, and I heard these things from others."

"I understand." Uncle San nodded thoughtfully.

"The warehouse where the containers are stored was built by Boss Yun. There really is something strange going on with Long Muting, but I can't say whether it's related to him cursing his own mother to death or not."

Uncle San nodded and said, "You've explained it in sufficient detail. Thank you very much."

"No need to thank me, just don't sell me out," he said.

"Don't worry, we will keep this a secret." Uncle San took out another three hundred yuan and handed it to him. Boss Wang thanked him repeatedly and left with the money.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Yanan asked.

"Let's go to the scene and observe the terrain first."

"Uncle San, are we going in like this?" I said in surprise.

"That place will only pose a threat to women. Men will be fine." Uncle San said affirmatively.

"But Zhao Duan got into trouble?" Chu Sen asked.

"Has he ever been to Longmuting?" Uncle San asked.

"this……"

"Xiao Yang, if you want Tingting to rest in peace, Long Muting has to go through this. Do you understand me?"

"I understand. If you need anything, just let me know. Money is not a problem."

"It's no use having no money, but I may need you to arrange workers to dig the ground." Uncle San said.

“As long as you can ensure the safety of the workers, it doesn’t matter how many people you hire.”

After we basically settled the relevant matters, Third Uncle contacted Zhao Duan again and asked him to go to Longmuting Pavilion the next morning. After that, he didn't come to my house and insisted on getting a room at the hotel. I tried to persuade him and was almost about to ask him to come, but Third Uncle said seriously, "Xiao Zhen, do you think I'm being distant with Second Brother? Working in our line of work is taboo, so you can't go into other people's homes until a job is done, no matter how close your blood relationship is. Remember this rule, you may need it in the future."

Since Third Uncle said so, it would be hard to force them. They all went back to rest. The next day, after gathering together, they took Chu Sen's car to Longmuting.

Longmuting is located at Wusong Port, not very close to downtown Shanghai. It took more than two hours of driving to finally reach our destination. From the outside, it looked like an area called "Sifang Warehouse". However, because something happened, the warehouse had added staff, and we were stopped at the gate. Fortunately, Yang Yanan had a way and took us over the wall in a very remote area. There was an area where scrap iron was piled up, and it was filled with many huge and broken steel frames. We shuttled through the gaps between the steel frames and finally arrived at the so-called "Longmuting Park".

This area is not in the center of the warehouse, but in the back. The railings of the original outer iron fence have mostly decayed due to years of disrepair. Through the dilapidated fence, you can see a lush vegetation and beautiful scenery in the park, which forms a sharp contrast with the dilapidated warehouse area around it.

Yang Yanan hesitated and didn't dare to go in, but Uncle San bent down and squeezed in through the gap in the worn railing without a second thought. After Chu Sen and I followed him in, Yang Yanan followed slowly behind.

The trees here have not been trimmed for many years, so their branches are growing in all directions, and the green grass on the ground is as tall as an adult's calf.

It is like a primitive land that has not been invaded by human barbaric civilization. When people enter it, they will only feel the beauty of tranquility and emptiness, without any horror of evil spirits .

The park is not very large, and we soon arrived in front of the Longmu Pavilion. It was a small triangular wooden pavilion with a gold-painted roof and a red-painted body. Of course, the paint had fallen off over time. The words "Longmu Pavilion" were hung above the entrance of the pavilion, and the pavilion was filled with the rose bush that Yang Yanan used to propose that day. However, over time, these roses had withered and died.

Yang Yanan and Zhao Duan couldn't hold back their tears, while Third Uncle walked to the land at the entrance of the pavilion without hesitation. I was so scared that my heart instantly jumped into my throat, but Third Uncle remained calm and asked, "Is this where Tingting fell into trouble?"

"Yes."

There is indeed no harm for men here, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle San then took out the talismans he had drawn yesterday and affixed them to the pavilion's pillars and a few nearby locust trees. He then walked over to us , turned around, pointed at the pavilion entrance, and said, "Can you see a man in black hanging at the entrance?"

"I didn't see anything." Yang Yanan's eyes were full of fear .

"Uncle San, is this place really haunted ?" I asked cautiously.

"No, I can't see these things, so I'm asking you if you can see them. If you can't see them, then there's no danger."

Chu Sen immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Uncle, don't be so scary. I almost peed myself."