The six villages of workers and peasants were empty.

Basically, all the people living here have moved out.

Judging from the normal demolition process, if a person wants to move away, the demolition office has found some media to promote it. The first one who moves away must appear, and we will help some families in need to move.

The situation in the six villages of Gongneng and Peasants was unique from the beginning.

We parked the car casually in front of the residential building where the neighborhood committee was located. When we got off the car, we stood beside the car for a while.

"The Housing Administration Bureau is gone, too?" The thin man said nonsense.

"Didn't they checked them all yesterday?" the fat man replied.

Chen Xiaoqiu and Guo Yujie talked about the number of property owners who have completed the signing.

The topic is very peaceful, as if we all live in a very harmonious world, with no ghosts or supernatural beings, just like a year ago, we came into contact with the world in front of Aoye Supernatural Works.

However, we are not living in such a beautiful world.

When we entered the neighborhood committee, we saw Director Mao who was frowning.

"You are here." Director Mao greeted us.

"Is something wrong?" Guo Yujie said with concern.

"Oh, no..." Director Mao stopped talking, sighed, and said, "It was still the same thing as Aunt Song."

Song Xian?

I raised my eyebrows.

Guo Yujie asked: "Does her two sons have any objections to the original demolition compensation agreement?"

This question proves that Guo Yujie's way of thinking is still a normal way of thinking. Unlike me, my first reaction is that something went wrong with the head, and the second reaction is that Song Xian became a ghost and was making trouble.

I can imagine how troublesome it would be if Song Xian became a ghost after his death.

The old lady looked silent before. As soon as her parents' ghost came, she immediately turned into a stubborn old lady who couldn't even pull back even eight cows. She had a bad temper and was hard, and she refused to give up until she achieved her goal.

Her death was so disturbing again.

With the current situation, if she becomes a ghost after her death and pursues her two sons, I would not be surprised at all.

Director Mao smiled bitterly after hearing Guo Yujie's question, "If this is the case, the agreement cannot be reached, you can discuss it again. But they..." She thought about the words, "They are a little crazy... and some are like, Old Mrs. Song used to... They want to send the old lady's ashes to her hometown, a small island."

"Huh? Are you going to send it to that dead head island?" Guo Yujie said in surprise, "Has they held a funeral before?"

"That's right. Now it's a big deal about this... their wives and children feel that the two brothers are crazy and don't agree. There is no one living on that island now, and there is no route open, so there is only a garrison. They want to buy a boat or rent a boat. The family seems to sell a house for this matter... It's quite a struggle. When the house is demolished, they also urged to ask for compensation. Their wives and children disagree... I received several calls last night. They may be coming to find you today." Director Mao rubbed his eyebrows, "I heard that Liu Zhijun's wife cried... She cried for two or three hours, saying that their brothers were possessed by evil spirits. The six villages of Workers and Peasants... The feng shui is not good... they seem to refuse to come in, and they don't know how to talk to you at that time."

I listened to Director Mao’s narrative calmly and could hear that Director Mao had a headache about this.

As far as work is concerned, this is quite annoying.

Song Xian is dead, her husband died a few years ago, and her parents died when she was a child. The houses in the six villages of the Workers and Nong Villages were distributed by her two sons. Her daughter-in-law and grandchildren were not qualified to argue. But this is a legal provision. In reality, it is impossible to calculate so clearly. Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun's wife and children do not agree with their actions. They forced to do this, but the result was constant negotiations and quarrels. Our demolition office and the neighborhood committee of Director Mao were inevitably involved.

You can't keep the masses out of the door when they need them. Listening to their conspiracy and answering their questions is also part of our work. Doing ideological work for them and allowing them to reach a agreement can be said to be the main work of the demolition office and the neighborhood committee. Procedural and legal operations are second.

These tasks are extremely tedious and are useless most of the time.

But compared to the supernatural problem, it seems very relaxed.

In the afternoon, the two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun came.

We found that they arrived because they were making noise at the entrance of the community and the noise was too loud, which attracted our attention.

As Director Mao said, both of their wives had psychological shadows on the six villages of Workers and Peasants and refused to cross that threshold.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were very gloomy. They were torn up by their own wife, scolded and didn't say anything. This behavior obviously angered the two women even more.

I called Guo Yujie, and had no choice but to walk forward and separate them.

After all, the two women refused to enter the community. I could only ask Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu to accompany them to find a place to sit outside. Director Mao did not come out, maybe because he was furious last night. I didn't call Director Mao either.

I pulled the two brothers into the community.

Looking at their expressions along the way, they had no psychological shadow on the six villages of workers and peasants, but they were not in high spirits.

Liu Zhiguo took out the cigarette and started to suck the clouds and mist on the way.

After entering the neighborhood committee, Director Mao gave up the conference room to give us, poured tea with Xiao Yao, greeted him, and left.

The thin man closed the door of the conference room and pulled open the chair to sit down.

The room was quiet, and for the next minute, there was no sound again.

The smoke on Liu Zhiguo's hand has reached its end.

"Two, I have also seen Mrs. Song perform at that time, so we don't have to hide our speech... Have you seen Mrs. Song?" I asked straight to the point.

Liu Zhiguo's hand shook and the cigarette fell on the conference table.

Liu Zhijun let out a long sigh.

"I thought my mother was old and confused...her brain was broken..." Liu Zhijun spoke, "I'm old, there's nothing I can do about this kind of thing. OK, we are sons, we were coaxed by her when we were young, and now we're coaxing her..."

Liu Zhiguo's eyes turned red, his hands trembled into his pockets of clothes, and he took out a cigarette, but he couldn't light the lighter.

The thin man walked over and lit the fire for him.

"She... you didn't go that day... we took her to the factory again and took ashes. When she got there, she looked everywhere like a flies, searching along the factory, and wanted to enter the factory. We couldn't stop her, so we followed her in. All the electricity and water in the factory were cut off. There was no one. Many places were dusty, and it seemed that there was no one for a long time." Liu Zhijun shook his head, "That environment, we two men were afraid of. My mother was old and still rushed in front, looking for one room at a time, and she called 'Daddy', 'My'... We looked... really... felt distressed and afraid..."

Liu Zhiguo choked up, but afterwards, he continued, "I looked around and saw nothing. My mother... I couldn't do it anymore... People didn't cry, and they fell down all of a sudden. Zhijun and I didn't have time to hold her... She was like she lost her soul, and we were afraid that something would happen to her. We buried the ashes and scattered them, and did what she had done before. She didn't react at all. We brought her back. After we came back, Zhijun and I felt that it was not good... she looked like that..."

Liu Zhijun's eyes were also red, "...She left tonight... At night, we looked at her, asked her to have a meal, poured her water... She... She lies in the bed without any response...We..."

The two brothers cried and could not continue to talk.
Chapter completed!