"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve people!"
At this moment, Fangzheng heard movement at the door. Fangzheng's muscles tensed subconsciously, and he gripped the handle of the knife tightly, ready to exert force at any time, and turned his head to look in the direction of the door.
Just at this time, a figure outside the door walked into the noisy wooden house.
The visitor, like the others in the room, was dressed in workers' uniforms from the 1960s and 1970s, but was taller and stronger, with a Chinese character face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a serious and majestic expression on his face.
Fangzheng looked thoughtful.
It seemed that the twelfth person in front of him was the man suspected to be the captain or the foreman in the second photo.
Fangzheng turned his head to look at the photo frame hanging on the wooden wall. Sure enough, the man in the solo photo looked the same as the man in front of him.
"Since the twelve people have arrived, what about the last person left?"
"The one who took the picture?"
As a result, there were only two photo frames on the wooden wall, but no third photo frame.
"One person is missing?"
"Missing a picture frame?"
Fangzheng frowned slightly, no!
If it is said that the person who took the photo has not come to this place, the two photo frames hanging on the wall are suspicious and illogical.
The person who took the photo must have arrived here.
And he has lived with the twelve miners in front of him for a long time, and has become very familiar with them.
I just don't know why, but the person who took the photo didn't appear in this rest house.
Fangzheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
I thought to myself that the old man in Menqian Village who died of illness on the bed, whose body turned black and smelly for several days and no one found him, could be the photographer of the thirteenth person, right
Otherwise, why did he secretly dig out such a hidden and secret passage in his own dry well, leading directly to the three wooden houses in the Heixiazi Forest
If that's the case, then it all makes sense.
Fangzheng was like a bystander, watching the memory playback in front of him, watching these miners who had worked hard all day, talking in a loud voice, but he couldn't even understand a word from the beginning to the end.
This made Fangzheng gradually lose his patience.
"Heavenly King Gedihu?"
"Chang Wei calling for blessings?"
"Can't you really see me, can't you hear me?"
Fang Zheng was thoughtful, and suddenly, he was about to slash at a person with a knife to see how they would respond, but at this moment, the tall captain who entered the room last spoke.
It turned out to be some dialect from the local dialect of Zhou City, Fangzheng paused in his hands.
At that time, Putonghua had not yet been fully popularized, and it should be around the turn of the millennium that Putonghua became popular across the country, so the 1960s and 1970s were still long before the popularization of Putonghua.
And Zhou City was just a small city a few decades ago.
"Li Fugui, where's that fake foreigner from a big city?"
This is the captain's original words roughly translated by Fangzheng after a little thought.
After all, the time is too long. Now that Mandarin has been popularized all over the country, local dialects have been seriously lost. It is very good that Fang Zheng can barely understand.
The man named Li Fugui was a smooth-looking man in his thirties with a mole of wealth on the corner of his eyebrow. He began to ask other people around him, but it was in a dialect that Fangzheng couldn't understand.
Fangzheng guessed that these eleven ordinary miners should be villagers recruited from nearby villages, so he could not understand the dialect spoken by these villagers.
Soon, Li Fugui inquired about the news, speaking a local dialect of Zhoushi with a strong accent, Fang Zheng half relied on guessing, and half relied on blindness after contextual connections. Li Fugui roughly said: "Daniu said, that fake Foreigners have descended into that ancient well again."
"Today when we dug out the dry and abandoned ancient well, the fake foreigner was so excited, he kept mumbling, and was neurotic. These fake foreigners are really, isn't it just a well dug by the ancients, that is, It looks a bit strange, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a well, as if we have never seen anything left by our ancestors, and it is as rare as picking up some big treasure."
"Brother Ping, our team is the first to dig out the ancient well that the fake foreigner is looking for. Do you think the fake foreigner will keep his promise?"
When Li Fugui said the last sentence, the expression on his face became more and more excited, it was an uncontrollable excitement.
Narrow top and wide bottom
Like Tic Tac Toe
Fangzheng's pupils shrank slightly.
Isn't this the well burial of the ancient tombs!
Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like an upside-down trumpet, this kind of well burial is a place for gathering shade!
Also known as the trumpet urn.
Also known as the forbidden land.
It is specially used to bury things with terrible evil spirits, and it will only be used to damage the yin and moral tombs.
The top is narrow and the bottom is wide, which means that the bottom of the well will be suppressed forever, so that the grievances and evil spirits of the buried people will never dissipate forever, and it also means that people will never be able to enter reincarnation forever.
The ancients were feudal and superstitious, thinking that people could do mischief after death, so they invented the trumpet urn, which is generally used to suppress extremely vicious things, or people who can't swallow their grievances, so as not to come out to seek revenge after death, and the chickens and dogs are restless. There are also people who deliberately use this well to suppress their enemies, hoping to suppress their enemies so that they will never see the sun and never be reincarnated.
If the ancients accidentally encountered such a well burial with a narrow top and a wide bottom, they would run as far as they could.
No one knows what is buried here.
Resentment, suffocation, yin qi... have been condensing and lingering underground in the coldest yin qi, and it is also unclear what horrible things will come out from the evil.
The reason why Fangzheng understands this is precisely because unimaginable changes are taking place in the world, so he usually takes the initiative to learn about relevant knowledge.
With a history of 5,000 years, the ancients established a complete set of afterlife.
Where there is a place to gather yin, there is a place to disperse yin.
There is one yin and one yang in the world, and the yin and yang mutually generate and restrain each other.
Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom is a trumpet urn, with a small opening that does not see the sun, it is a place for confinement and gathering yin, but if it is changed to be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, it is a place to disperse yin.
Large openings are conducive to the accumulation of Yang Qi and the dissipation of Yin Qi.
The older place of gathering Yin is the shaft-style tomb that appeared in the Shang Dynasty.
But now, the trumpet urn, which was the most taboo of the ancients and most afraid of bumping into it, has not only been dug out, but some people are not afraid of death and go down to the place of gathering yin.
After listening to Li Fugui's words, the burly man named Ping Si seemed to have thought of something, his eyebrows with Sichuan characters were instantly twisted together, and he immediately sternly shouted: "Do you know what we dug up today? What a nonsense!"
"Leave him alone in the well in the wilderness at night. If something happens to the fake foreigner, whoever will pay our family wages and food on time will bring the fake foreigner back quickly."
However, Ping Si's voice just fell, bang!
There was a huge earthquake, even in the wooden house, people could clearly feel the wooden house shaking.
"No, something serious happened!"
At this moment, the twelve people in the room all ran out with a huff.
(end of this chapter)