There is a kind of tension in my heart that I have never felt before, because I don't know what I should do once I can't feel my pulse.
When I put my hand on the child's tiny, muddy arm full of a tragic mood, I was stunned, and my pulse was weak and orderly, no different from ordinary people.
I let out a sigh of relief, the child had finished eating the candy, and struggled to go down to play with his friends.
I sat on the long stone and didn't move. Although the thing I was most worried about didn't happen, the doubts in my heart didn't decrease at all.
Could it be that only some of the villagers turned into living corpses? I just thought about it, and then I shook my head again. If this is the case, how could the other villagers have not discovered a little bit. Rural people, especially the elderly in rural areas, are mostly superstitious. If something is wrong, it will attract countless gossip.
"What are you kid doing here?"
I turned around, and it was my second aunt who was speaking, and I quickly greeted her.
"Second aunt, where are you going?"
The second aunt held her forehead with one hand: "I seem to have a bit of a cold, I'm not feeling well, go get some medicine."
I was startled, and I became concerned with a calm expression, and then I wanted to accompany my second aunt to get the medicine with an expression of concern.
The second aunt did not refuse, but after taking the medicine, I was even more confused. The second aunt asked the doctor in the village to see her for a cold. The doctor took the pulse skillfully, prescribed the medicine, and gave the second aunt an injection. It seemed that there was nothing wrong.
At first I was worried about whether the doctor might have a problem, so I pretended to be interested in the pulse and felt the pulse with the doctor.
After confirming that the doctor had no problems, I fell into a deep confusion. The doctor had no problems, so naturally he would not cover up the second aunt, so the second aunt was also fine. Could it be that what I saw last night was not the real second aunt .
Living corpses cannot create hallucinations or hallucinations like ghosts, but it is also impossible to create a corpse out of thin air.
But what did I see last night.
After eating at my second aunt's house at noon, after a good night's sleep, I started to wander around the village, greeting and chatting with the villagers. The small village was still as peaceful as I remembered it.
Although I came back frequently during this time, villagers still invited me to the third aunt's shop to have a midnight snack at night. That is also one of the few entertainment activities in the whole village, which is roughly equivalent to going to KTV in the city.
I didn't refuse, and I really want to see what happens when there are many people.
After dinner, it was only a little after 7 o’clock when I arrived at the small shop at the head of the village. At this time, there were still many people, not only young people who like to drink and supper, but even the elderly and children were chatting and playing in the open space outside the shop.
I was greeted by several familiar villagers, sat down and started bragging with them.
What I didn't expect was that the clock had just reached 8 o'clock, which was the busiest time. On the low wall opposite the small shop, those passengers had quietly appeared.
I've been looking around and can't figure out how they appeared. They just stood there one by one, looking straight at me. No conversation, no movement.
Just less than two meters away from them, there is a group of brats chasing football.
While chatting with the villagers, I paid attention to the movement there from time to time. As time passed, the villagers resting in the small shop began to disperse gradually, leaving only a few old men. They are people who love to drink. Some of them are not very familiar with me, but they seem to be very familiar with wine.
The nightlife in the country is about to start, but the passengers on the opposite side still haven't changed in any way. Now that there are fewer people, I can look at them unscrupulously. To be honest, I can't see any difference between them and normal people.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to eat this steamed bun, or give it to the little girl."
A villager next to me spoke, and I realized that the steamed bun in my hand was cold because I was so engrossed in watching it. I looked at the side of the road again, and the little girl wrapped in a shroud appeared at some time, looking eagerly at it. this way.
I exchanged two steamed buns that were still warm, and walked slowly towards the little girl.
The little girl did not hide, but tilted her cute head and looked at me curiously.
"Come, eat steamed buns, it's delicious." I approached Xiaoyetou and handed over the steamed buns in my hand.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, took the steamed buns, and said politely: "Thank you uncle, I remember you, you came to my house as a guest."
The little girl ate the steamed buns in big mouthfuls, but what she said made my heart go cold, and the smile on her face froze instantly. I couldn't help but think of the last time I was in the burial ground.
The little girl may have seen my strange expression, and after eating a few mouthfuls of steamed buns, she asked me strangely: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
I forced a laugh and shook my head, reached out and touched the little girl's head, but the little girl didn't dodge, but showed a sweet smile instead.
It is estimated that this girl is very hungry. Two steamed buns, which were the size of an adult's fist, quickly entered the little girl's stomach, and the little girl still looked at me with unsatisfactory eyes.
I smiled and was about to get some steamed buns for the little girl, but the little girl pointed to one side and said to me: "Uncle, are they calling you?"
I turned my head, and those passengers no longer stood there stupidly, but stretched out a hand, and waved to me slowly, as if beckoning me to go over. My face was ugly, and I didn't even bother to answer the little girl for a while.
After a while, I said with difficulty: "Can you see them?"
The little girl looked at me suspiciously: "Uncle, I still know them. They are not good people."
What the little girl said made my eyes shine, and I hurriedly asked: "Do you know them? Who are they?"
The little girl shook her head slowly: "I don't know, but they are broken. No one else wants to go to the big fish pond, so they insist on dragging people away."
"Big fish pond." I repeated it, and then it occurred to me that the big fish pond that the little girl mentioned was probably the abandoned fish pond not far from the village. That fish pond was really big, but I don't know why. Whatever died, the experts couldn't find the reason when they came. Several batches of contractors were abandoned there after losing their money. It's just that these passengers have nothing to do with the big fish pond.
I asked it strangely, and the little girl said like you were stupid: "They live in the big fish pond, but they dare not bully us, many uncles will beat them."
The little girl's words made me feel even more strange, but I felt a faint feeling of grasping something in my heart.
I pretended to be pitiful, and tentatively said: "Can you invite uncle to your house to play again? You see, they want to bully uncle, but uncle doesn't have many uncles to beat them."
The little girl showed a distressed look, I hurried to get a lot of food and hugged it in my arms, looking at the little girl pitifully.
The little girl looked at me, then at the food in my arms, and nodded slowly.