Long Neck Road
Hello! I also forwarded it for your reference. Longkeng Road (ancient battlefield) is really eerie. It is a long and winding road, with trees and grass on both sides or stone walls. The long road (it is so long, it takes a long time for a car to drive) does not even have a street light, and the branches are The sky was so tightly covered that no trace of moonlight escaped. Fortunately, I was in a car, otherwise I would have been completely blind. The dismemberment cases and bizarre car accidents that have occurred on this road in recent years have made this place even more terrifying. The Wuliang Hall of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is a very dark place! It enshrines the martyrs of the Republic of China. There are no beams in the entire hall. This structure is called a ghost house in Chinese Feng Shui. Moreover, it enshrines so many heroic souls with extremely strong magnetic fields. Not to mention late at night, even in broad daylight, you can stand in the center of the hall. There will be a shuddering feeling. If you dare to stand there at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, you will be frightened to death~~~~
The story of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum
It is said that there was a student who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night I planned to ride up to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to find a place to sleep (Nanjing is very hot in the summer, and his school is close to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum). There was a section of the road that was very dark on the way up the mountain. I felt a little cold, so I wanted to put my head down and pedal hard to rush over. But on the way, he seemed to hear the sound of pedaling behind him, and when he looked back, he couldn't see anything. This happened several times in a row, and when passing by a cemetery. He saw a group of people in white gathering there. He thought he might have encountered something unclean, and happened to see the light from the rear of a taxi in front of him. No matter what, he chased the light with all his strength.
After finding a cool place, he prepared to sleep, but what happened on the road kept him awake. He always felt that something was going to happen. I thought I'd go back.
When he passed by the cemetery again, he accidentally looked in the direction of the cemetery. He saw a long-haired man in white looking at him and smiling at him. At that time, his soul was gone, and he rushed back to the dormitory like a whirlwind.
Afterwards, it was said that an uncle from Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum also confirmed the story of the man in white. This story was widely circulated that year.
Let me tell you something about Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum
People often drive up the mountain for a drive at night. One day, someone was driving on the mountain road and suddenly saw a van with broken glass and a cab. There was no one, and the car was just driving on the road.
Tell me a story about my uncle when he was young. It was the 1970s. He worked three shifts in a factory. He was young and strong and didn't care about such things. Once, three buddies from his work unit came to his house to play. They were leaving around ninety o'clock. Out of politeness, he saw off the guests until they reached the edge of the front lake near Zhongshan Gate, and then stopped to have some fun. My uncle had his back to the front lake, and the other three people were more or less facing the lake. Suddenly, the three people lost their voices and looked at the water with horrified eyes. My uncle turned around disapprovingly and saw a White shadows floated on the water... and then the four of them dispersed like birds and beasts. All had high fevers the next day. Later, those three colleagues never went to their uncle's house to play again.
The road from Zhongshanmen to Weigang is familiar to Nanjing friends who like ghost stories. There are too many legends on that road, such as the five-way car scare, the ghost on the road and so on. From a scientific point of view, there are two large slopes there, with steep slopes and less traffic. Generally, at night, drivers tend to become paralyzed, speed up at will, and cannot see what is going on down the slope, so accidents are very easy. The metaphysical theory is that it turned out to be a barren mountain, and its exact location cannot be verified. It has too much yin energy, so it is particularly easy to see ghosts or be found as a substitute. According to my nonsense, the road from Zhongshan Gate to the east to Weiqiao is actually very good in Feng Shui. It leads directly from the bronze statue of Sun Yat-sen in Xinjiekou to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. It was already calculated when it was built. The so-called Zhongshen Guangdao means you can walk there with confidence and boldness. But several trails extending from this road have disappeared, and starting from Weigang, the Zhongshenguang Road is divided into two. Not to mention the path leading to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, the path leading to Weigang But it is very dangerous. I have had several adventures on the bus. The most suspenseful one was during the day. The driver was driving fiercely, but was overtaken by the car behind him and had to slow down. As a result, the car behind him was involved in a car accident. The situation was very serious. Oops.
My mother often tells me to do things slowly rather than fast (I have a very impatient temper). As the saying goes: "rush to reincarnation" and "rush to death" are not unreasonable, everyone must know it.
Besides, my grandma’s family lives in the cultural bureau dormitory in Weigang. As the name suggests, people from the cultural/artistic circles live there. The house is considered old now, but the surrounding living functions are good and the location is okay. Except for those who have made a fortune, few people move.
My grandmother lived in a building along the street. She slept with the doors and windows open in the summer, and the sound of cars on the road was deafening. The entire building faces north and south, facing the street in the north. Downstairs is a row of bungalows that serve as a fence. Those who live in bungalows often open a door in the north and south for easy entry and exit. On the easternmost side of the bungalow, there is a wall, which is connected with the building to form a blind corner. Outside the wall is another courtyard. To be precise, it is the open space between the other courtyard. The wall is relatively high, so you can't see what's going on on the other side, and there's also a huge fig tree growing there, which is full of lovely fruits every summer. When I was little, I always wanted to pick it off with my brothers and sisters and try it, but my family strictly prohibited it (I don’t know why, just pick something else).
That blind spot always makes people feel inexplicably scared. It's fine in the morning, but once it's afternoon, the sun can't shine through, and it feels gloomy. My grandma's house lives in the innermost unit, which means it's right next to a dead end. If you want to go upstairs, you have to go through that front. My grandma lives on the fourth floor, and there are no reserved street lights in the corridor. Someone just pulls out a wire from his home and connects a light bulb to benefit others and himself. But the strange thing is that one light bulb goes out and the other goes out. For more than ten years, it has been dark there. We go up and downstairs at night by counting the steps, and there are no street lights outside. I often joke that walking in the building feels brighter with my eyes closed than with my eyes open.
This is true. With your eyes closed, you can’t see anything and don’t feel scared. But with your eyes open, there will always be an indescribable weird atmosphere filling your whole body. As I said before, my The courage is great. But before I was fifteen, I was afraid of walking up those flights of stairs, and would rush as fast as I could every time. After the age of fifteen, I am no longer afraid, but when I walk to the first floor, I always have a strange feeling. Even in the daytime, I can't help but jump and look around. My mother asked me why, and I said I always felt that if the door to the unit on the first floor was opened, something would slip out. I was afraid that it would bite my feet, so I moved around first. My mother didn’t say anything, but I knew she had an idea. From the earliest days, I heard her and my grandmother and aunt talking about the “dirty” building.
The house on the first floor is actually rarely occupied by people. The people who live in the dormitory of the Cultural Affairs Bureau are either colleagues or friends, and they are very familiar with each other. And that family is a family friend of ours. Their family belongs to a famous surname in Nanjing. A certain great literary figure and educator in modern times belongs to this family. The older generation (referring to my grandmother’s generation) are soldiers, senior officers, and generals, and they recuperate in Beijing after retirement. The younger generation is a brother and sister. The elder sister also married a Beijing officer and stayed in Beijing and will not come back. In fact, only the younger brother, let’s call him Y, lives alone in that house. In terms of seniority, I have to call him cousin (not related, just to show affection), but he is only more than ten years older than me. When I was 21 years old, he was only in his early 30s, and he was still a young and beautiful young man.
But Y’s life is not young and beautiful. Maybe it’s because his parents and sister are too outstanding, so he seems very mediocre. It is said that he has a good background and network, and he can make a great career. But he accomplished nothing, made a group of fair-weather friends, and lived a very depressed life. In addition, his mother opposed one of his marriages, so he did not fall in love until he was thirty years old. My grandmother always shook her head and sighed when she talked about him.
He and his friends spend almost every day having fun together, but he never takes them home. He is always alone in the room, tinkering with something, and he never opens the door, not even charging the water and electricity bills. Don't put it in either. Strange noises often come out, as if they are being renovated.
In the late spring when I was 21 years old, the girl he once liked got married. His friends were afraid that he would be sad and asked him to go out for a drink. However, he was fine and didn't drink. He just talked and laughed with everyone. laugh.
It was dusk when they went to the restaurant (it was not popular to go to bars at that time). When they walked out of the door, a flock of birds flew over their heads. No one paid attention to it. He sighed: "What a big crowd of crows!" Everyone played until midnight. , then drove him back, and then they dispersed.
The next morning, someone called my uncle and told him that something had happened to Y. Since no relatives were in Nanjing, he asked my uncle to go to the police station to handle the matter. My uncle rushed over immediately and didn't even dare to tell my grandma. When he arrived at the police station, the police didn't know anything about it. Fortunately, my uncle was a local celebrity and the police were very polite. I realized that it wasn't that they didn't want to tell, but that They couldn't tell clearly. I'll paraphrase what happened here. If it confuses everyone, please don't blame me.
As mentioned before, there is a big slope from Weiqiao to Weigang. You can’t see anything on the slope below, but climbing up the slope is a very short flat road, about 200- About 300 meters (no wonder I was wrong, I didn't measure it carefully), it is said to be a flat road, but in fact it is a downhill slope, but it is relatively gentle. After 200 or 300 meters, it becomes a very steep downhill slope. Experienced drivers who often take this road know that they cannot drive hard when going uphill. They must start braking when they reach the top of the slope, otherwise they will easily lose control. There is a bus stop there, and buses roar in every time.
At four or five o'clock in the morning that day, the sky was not completely bright, but it was already blue, and you could see things. A factory bus drove past here, and there was a driver and a conductor on the bus. When the car was going downhill, it ran over a person, Y.
The two flight attendants gave consistent statements about the incident. The driver often walked this stretch of road and was very experienced. He did not drive too fast. After driving to level ground, both of them had very good eyesight. There were absolutely no obstacles in front of them, not to mention people, not even a car. Somehow, when the car was about to go downhill, the car suddenly stopped, and then the driver suddenly said: "No, we hit someone." The conductor didn't believe it. He didn't see anyone, so how could he hit him? . When I got out of the car, I saw that Y had been rolled under the wheels and was already dead.
Y’s portrait is said to be quite scary, but he changed into clean clothes (later he asked a friend to do an autopsy and said no. The autopsy results said that his stomach was very clean, his blood was also very clean, and he did not drink alcohol or There are signs of taking narcotics. It can only be defined as suicide, but the expression on his face (the head was not crushed) is very peaceful, as if he died suddenly while sleeping.