Chapter 59 Mysterious Car (2/2)

When I went home, I first wanted to give Mimi a phone call, and wanted to ask about Xiao and the Hong the ghost houses. I thought for a long time, but in the end I did not phone her. I didn't want to frighten her.

I asked Mimi some things about Xiao Hong on WeChat.

Four years ago, Xiao Hong carried off the one hundred and fifty thousand, abandoned her son, and followed her lover to Shanghai.

They were profligate in Shanghai, and in just half a year, had spent all the money.

When she had no money, that man immediately ran away, and finally she came back.

When she came back, she was ashamed. She worked as a prostitute, was pulled into the real estate business, finally collided with the weasel, and died.

But Xiao Hong had a little conscience. When she first encountered the strange things, she had a premonition, so she found a notary and wrote a will saying that, if she died, her school district house was her son's.

It was the last contribution of Xiao Hong.

After I chatted with Mimi, I sent her off to sleep. I had tattoo work to do tomorrow.

In fact, after I turned off the mobile phone, I did not sleep. I looked at the ceiling, and thought of what Liu the Sixth had said. ‘Some human natures I do not understand, even though I have lived this long’.

Who said it was not so? A person was sometimes good, sometimes bad.

The next morning, I took a pen and a book, went to the tattoo room, and continued to think about how to help Chen Yuhao change the pattern.

I really couldn’t change ‘nine dragons pull coffin’ into Yi Ji, but if I did not change it well, he would not help me with my other problem, which was even more difficult.

I was lying in the tattoo room, thinking about how to deal with it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I felt I vaguely had some ideas, but I couldn't quite grasp it. Then the door of tattoo room opened.

”Brother Chun, if you help me take care of some business first, I’ll continue to change the pattern.”

”Brother, I hear you can do Yin and Yang Tattoos?” A strange voice passed through my ears.

I looked up and saw that the one who came in was not Feng Chunsheng, but a forty-year-old middle-aged man.

He was black, had a square face, and wore a suit, but the suit was wrinkled, and there was a lot of dirt on his leather shoes.

I asked him: “Yo, man, you want to get a Yin and Yang Tattoo?”

”Yes.” The man said, ”Li Xiangbo knows me. I drank with him yesterday. I told him my problem, and he advised me to find you.”

Li Xiangbo was cured by me the day before yesterday. On the same night he spread the news everywhere and brought more than ten patient friends to see me. However, I did not see them. It was estimated that more than ten of the patients tore down his arm.

Did Li Xiangbo send me another patient with impotence for me to cure?

But this time I obviously misunderstood.

The black man said he did some small projects in the city, such as public toilets, flower beds, playgrounds and so on.

He was a small boss, made some hard-earned money, and of course, made a lot of money indeed.

His name was Qi Long, from Xinyang, Henan, and he could endure hardship.

I asked him, ”You came me to get a Yin and Yang Tattoo, so what happened to you? Some evil thing?”

”Yes,” He said.

I thought about it and asked him: “What's the matter?”

He told me that he had been driving smoothly all the time in the past two years. When driving a lot, he felt like he was not in control of the steering wheel, like someone else was grabbing it.

”For example?” I said.

He said, ”Last time I was on the expressway, there was a big truck ahead, so I tried to overtake it, but my steering wheel suddenly moved a bit, as if someone else jerked it, but it was only me in the car. Luckily I had a quick reaction and pulled back, otherwise I guess I would have died.”

Then he said: “Often, when driving, the steering wheel would move on its own. Several times it almost caused have an accident.”

He said he felt something was wrong and drove to the garage to have it repaired.

The mechanic inspected it five separate times and told him the car was fine, the steering wheel should not move by itself.

But when he drove, he still felt like someone was grabbing the steering wheel from him.

”That’s strange.” I said, holding my cheek.

He said there was something strange. He handed me a cell phone with a video in it, and said it was a video he secretly filmed through the car’s skylight with his camera.

I watched it carefully.

It was very weird.

It was night, but I could see the steering wheel inside by the light of the street lamps. It moved by itself, first left, and then right.

Then, I could also see the pendant hanging from the rear-view mirror move as well. It wasn’t blown about by wind, but, moved up and down.

I also saw that the passenger seat of the car was sunken.

I almost subconsciously said to him, ”There is a fierce soul in your car.”

Then I asked him: “Did you ever run over anyone?”