Chapter 175 Fraudulent corpse

There are not many old men surnamed Hou in the town, and Fengtian only knew Mr. Hou for professional reasons, but he didn't meet him often, so he hesitated for a moment before he remembered.

"Is something wrong with him?" Feng Tian put away the book and looked at the old Taoist priest and asked.

The old Taoist priest nodded slightly and said, "This morning, his wife came to see me and said that Lao Hou had entered the hospital. For some reason, he was found at the gate of his work unit and was unconscious. After the hospital treatment, he woke up, but his fever did not subside, and he kept talking nonsense, as if he had been evil. According to the people who found him, the place where he worked seemed to have been looted. I gave his wife a calm charm and asked her to go back to burn the charm and water for the old marquis to drink. It should be able to restore her mind. Originally, I was going to send one The disciples went to have a look, but you came. I think it's just right. Your actual experience is better than theirs. It's appropriate to have a look. The charm in the book is for Lao Hou's self-defense in the future.

Feng Tianyi grinned, but still asked again, "Is he still in the hospital now?"

"It should be." The old Taoist priest is not very clear either.

Fengtian Chongfan tilted his head and said to the old Taoist priest, "I'll go there now. It seems that I have his phone number in my mobile phone. Don't you know what happened to him?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "I didn't know exactly what happened when his wife came. It should be related to his work. After all, no one should go to his place to grab things."

At this time, he had already walked out of the wing room, turned around and waited for the wind to come out, and enjoyed the scenery of the backyard by the way.

To be honest, there is actually no scenery in the back yard of the Taoist temple. The courtyard is paved with green bricks and rows of wooden houses on both sides of the courtyard door, which are probably the place where Taoists live.

Suddenly, he found a wrong place, that is, the old room was next to the courtyard door, and at the other end of the yard facing his door, there was a lonely brick house, square. Looking at it head-on, he didn't see the door and window.

He couldn't help but be a little curious. He was about to have a look, but Fengtian came out of the room and waved to him: "Let's go."

Moreover, Fei Fei glanced at the rather strange house again and followed the wind and sky out of the Taoist temple.

After getting on the bus, Kuang Fei asked him, "Where does Mr. Hou work?"

Fengtian stretched out his finger, took out his mobile phone and turned it over, found the number and dialed it. Moreover, Feifan was too lazy to listen to him on the phone. He rolled down the window and poked his head out to blow the wind.

After a while, he heard Fengtian raise his voice and said, "Drive, you're still in the hospital."

Hu Feifan started the car and looked at Fengtian with inquiring eyes. Fengtian suddenly patted his forehead and said, "Yes, you ask Mr. Hou where he works. In fact, it is behind the hospital he is living in now."

"Uh..." Kuang Feifan was stunned for a moment.

Feng Tian raised the corners of his mouth with a meaningful smile and said, "The hospital he lives in is the largest in the town, and it is also an affiliated hospital of the medical school. Can you guess it?"

Wang Feifan frowned, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and whispered, "The morgue?"

Feng Tian snapped his fingers and said, "Bingo, that's right."

It turns out that Mr. Hou is 63 this year. He has always been a handyman in the affiliated hospital. After retirement age, in order to make up for the family, the hospital thought about it for a long time and arranged a night shift janant, and the door was after the hospital. The door of the morgue.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, I saw the old man lying in the sick**. Now he looks like an old man who can be described as "the remnants of the wind and candle". His eyes are dull, his eyes are cloudy, and the wrinkles on his face are like dry orange peel, and his face looks like withered, which can be seen in people's hearts. Straight sour hair.

When Fengtian saw his appearance, his face couldn't help but change. He hurried to the hospital bed and looked at Lao Hou carefully. Lao Hou's wife sat by the bedside with a sad face. Although she had never seen Fengtian, she heard that it was introduced by the old Taoist priest. Even if Fengtian looked young, she was more or less careful.

To everyone's surprise, Lao Hou's spirit is actually better than it seems. When Feng Tian came to his head by the bed, Lao Hou seemed to find him, blinked his eyes, and slowly twisted his head to Fengtian.

When I first saw him, I suspected that he had Alzheimer's disease. Now I can still move when I see him, and the eyes that look at Fengtian seem to recognize him, but I don't know if I can still speak.

Fengtian didn't say anything and put his hand on Lao Hou's wrist, which seemed to be in the pulse.

Kuang Feifan greeted him in a low voice without worry: "Hello, Uncle Hou!"

Lao Hou surprised them again. He suddenly raised his hand, pulled away Feng Tian's finger on his wrist, raised his hand and waved it, and said in a very hoarse voice, "I... I'm fine..."

Several people around the bed were shocked. Even his wife didn't expect it. He stared at the old marquis with wide eyes and stammered, "You...you..."

Lao Hou closed his eyes and took a few breaths and whispered, "I want to drink water..."

His wife hurriedly poured a glass of water, helped him slowly let him take a few sips, and then helped him lie down. Then his face suddenly changed and asked him angrily, "When did you wake up, don't tell me. Do you know how worried I am..."

Lao Hou sighed and did not answer his wife's question directly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Tian and wanted to say something. He opened his mouth and stopped again. He turned his head to look at the other two people in the room and said to his wife, "I'm hungry. You go and get me some food. Don't want the hospital."

The old lady complained a few more words, and then muttered and left the ward. The old man looked at the extraordinary situation again and said, "He came with me, his own."

Kuang Feifei couldn't help laughing and turned around and closed the door of the ward.

The two sat in front of the hospital bed, and Feng Tian asked him, "What's the matter?" Are you sick or..."

Laohou's face changed and his whole body was shocked. Fengtian and extraordinary saw a strong fear in his eyes. He reached out to hold Fengtian's wrist and whispered in a low voice, "I cheated the body in the morgue last night..."

"Uh..." Feng Tian shivered, and he was not scared, but hurt by Lao Hou's wrist.

The extraordinary expression suddenly became very strange. It's not that he didn't believe what Lao Hou said. Now, judging from what he has experienced, the fraud of corpses seems to be a very small thing. He is even strange. People as old as Lao Hou guard the morgue every day. The chance of encountering corpses should not be small, and they should be scared. Is it like this?

In fact, Feng Tian also felt a little strange. He couldn't help asking the old man, "It's not so bad. It's not that you haven't encountered a fraudulent corpse. Besides, I remember that you asked for an amulet from the old Taoist priest. Is it..."

Lao Hou shook his head with fear, sighed and said, "If it hadn't been for the Taoist charm, I'm afraid I would have told him that I haven't experienced this kind of thing for so many years? It was just last night... fierce, it was really too fierce..."