In the dead of night.
All lights are quiet.
Five or six hours had passed since the day when the landslide revealed a head pit.
During this period, two more mountain peaks collapsed successively, leaving two head pits. So far, there have been three head pits in total.
This incident caused a sensation in ten miles and eight villages. During the day, people from several nearby mountain villages all came to watch out of curiosity.
Even in the evening, several policemen from the Wenwu Township Police Station arrived and cordoned off the onlookers to prevent the mountain from continuing to slide and cause accidents. It was also to prevent someone from destroying the head pit. It is said that some archaeologists are already on their way.
night.
In Longtouhu Village, a black shadow quietly came out of the mountain village, and under the natural cover of thick night, it quickly lurked towards the direction of the landslide leaving the human head pit.
This person is Fang Zheng.
But at this time, he was dressed in props and combat uniforms, as if he was dressed as a "militant" during the day, covering his whole body tightly.
He specially stole this set of equipment from the prop master.
In order to disturb his sight, he also specially stole several other sets of props and costumes of different sizes, deliberately faking it into an ordinary burglary case.
The name of Longtouhu Village comes from the fact that it has Longtou Lake, one of the several large reservoirs in Zhou City. And the three hilltops where landslides emerged from the human head pit successively are all between Longtou Lake and the stone forest where the film was filmed during the day.
During the day, when the landslide came out of the head pit, Fangzheng, the local tyrant Dong, and the rest of the crew followed the curious villagers for a short tour.
The head pit that collapsed from the three mountains contained a total of thousands of heads, which was shocking and horrifying.
During the day, there were so many people, Fangzheng just stopped at the three head pits from a distance. This time, I came out late at night to check carefully.
If you encounter a supernatural event, you may be able to collect a few wisps of gray air.
When Fangzheng quietly touched the vicinity of the three mountains, a cordon had been pulled up outside the three human head pits to prevent people from crossing over, but no police were seen.
Fangzheng has always suspected that this human head pit is an ancient human head sacrifice.
In some sacrificial ceremonies or noble tombs in ancient times, this kind of inhuman head sacrifice was used, such as offering sacrifices to gods or preventing tomb robbers.
Because burials with human heads sacrificed usually form a place of nourishing Yin with great resentment...
The world is getting weirder and weirder. Recently, Fang Zheng has been recharging his knowledge. At the beginning, he was not only helping Police Officer Wei to collect the list of novels, but also looking for relevant knowledge for himself, so his first reaction was to think of the human head pit and human head sacrifice.
The night is quiet, and the mountains are as dark as ghosts dormant. From time to time, there are strange noises in the mountains, which make people's hairs stand on end, and the hairs in their hearts burst out. I always feel that there is something hidden in the mountains, and two The cold eyes peeped covetously.
At night, the beautiful green hills of Zhong Ling during the day seem to be isolated from the real world by the mist, dark, deep, weird, and gloomy, as if oppressed by suffocation, breathless, and suddenly become a terrifying shadow.
Fangzheng, who was dressed in props, had a deep look in his eyes that didn't match his age and temperament. He quietly hid in the dark, looking around the mountain peaks around Longtou Lake, with contemplative eyes.
"In the surrounding mountains outside Longtou Lake, there shouldn't be a human head pit buried there, right? It will form a large Yin gathering place, and eventually turn Longtou Lake into the most evil Yin gathering pool?"
The reason why Fangzheng had such a guess was because he found that the three peaks that collapsed out of the head crater were just the third of the several peaks surrounding Longtou Lake.
But this is just Fang Zheng's conjecture, after all, he is not a professional.
Fangzheng's eyes stared at the Longtou Lake in the middle of the mountains. The Longtou Lake in the night had already been filled with a layer of white mist, making it even more strange.
Under the thick night, Fangzheng hibernated quietly, motionless.
Did not go out hastily.
The ghost knows if there are people hiding "a certain bureau" around, maybe they have already laid a trap in advance, and are just sitting on the sidelines.
Time passed by every minute and every second, Fang Zheng was patient and remained motionless.
He didn't believe it anymore, the movement here would not attract the attention of some caring people.
He just needs to wait in the vicinity with peace of mind, wait for these people to appear, rush to the front line to clear mines, and then he has been hiding in the dark, taking the opportunity to gather wool, secretly collecting gray and white gas, and be a fisherman without profit.
23:00, 0:00, 1:00 in the middle of the night... Time continued to pass quietly, Fangzheng was still waiting patiently, just when he thought that the night would pass so calmly, suddenly!
From an unknown dark corner, a black figure under the night jumped out, and finally stood on the shore of the lake, seeming to be deliberating, thinking about something, pacing around in place for a few times.
Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, his invisible face under the tactical helmet of his prop suit was full of astonishment and surprise.
This person...is exactly the same as him, wearing the costumes of the crew, and dressed up with the Hollywood "elite militants" who "belong to the same camp" as him, so as to conceal his identity.
Fangzheng frowned.
Just at this moment, an even weirder scene appeared.
The sound of water waves moving gently came from the depths of the misty and quiet Longtou Lake, like a stone thrown into a windless ancient pool in the deep mountains and old forests, rushing, rushing... so clear and piercing.
I saw an old man in a small boat, wearing a coir raincoat and an old bamboo hat, swaying the oars with both hands unhurriedly, rowing out from the depths of Longtou Lake, gently rippling the lake surface.
A green leather lantern was hung on the bow of the boat. At the moment, the blue light was dim, illuminating a small circle of extremely narrow lake near the boat.
The mysterious man standing on the shore of the lake boarded the boat.
Afterwards, the old man in coir raincoat rowed his oars, not slow but steady, to the depths of Longtou Lake, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the hazy white mist.
In front of me... it's getting more and more mysterious.
Who is that mysterious person, and why does he also have the props and costumes of the crew
Was it an outsider who stole the props and costumes
Or... just like him, have you always been in the crew
Fangzheng frowned and thought.
After about ten minutes, another black figure appeared from the darkness.
But that's not the point.
This person is also wearing the same style and color prop costume as Fang Zheng's that was stolen from the film crew...
The man came to the shore of the lake, and did not wait long. A small boat, an old man in coir raincoat, rowed his oars again leisurely, and rowed out from the deep lake. Weird cyan ripples.
Afterwards, the boat gradually rowed to the depths of Longtou Lake.
The mysterious people who appeared one after another were all wearing props and costumes stolen from the crew. For a while, everything seemed blurred.
This time, the surroundings seemed to finally sink into silence.
One hour, two hours... No one else showed up. It was almost dawn, and it would be dawn in another hour or two. Fangzheng gritted his teeth.
He sneaked out from the hiding place, then hesitated and came to the lakeshore where the two mysterious people were standing before.
Sure enough... a small boat, an old man in coir raincoat, slowly rowed out from the depths of the lake.
A green leather lantern hangs on the bow and docks...
(end of this chapter)