1938
Zhou Ze looked at the little girl, then looked at Xu Qinglang, and said:
"The Japanese invaded Tongcheng in 1938, right?"
Xu Qinglang thought for a while and said, "It seems that they took Tongcheng in March of 1939."
In that case, the so-called Sanxiang Village is most likely a tragedy of the times. The village was probably razed to the ground when the Japanese invaders entered Tongcheng. Almost no one in the village, including the little girl, was spared. It was only because the poster's grandmother was lucky that she escaped the disaster.
To this day, it is impossible to find any other information about Sanxiang Village, and there are no official records.
This is not official negligence, but in that era, there were countless similar tragedies and the situation was turbulent for years. In fact, many people who died tragically were forgotten.
"In other words, the entire village that died during the Anti-Japanese War did not enter reincarnation?"
Zhou Ze frowned.
It’s been eighty years, more than sixty years, and the souls of this entire village are still lingering in the same place
"I'm not sure, but looking at this little girl, it should be like this. Let me go to the city library to check the local chronicles to see where Sanxiang Village is located, or consult someone related to it."
Xu Qinglang stood up, took his car keys and went out.
In this matter, he was very positive. The difference between his positivity and Zhou Ze's was that Zhou Ze's positivity was also motivated by performance issues, while he just wanted to do something from the bottom of his heart.
After all, we are all fellow villagers.
Zhou Ze sat down on the chair next to him and pointed at the old Taoist: "Look at her."
The old Taoist nodded and looked at the little girl with the little monkey.
The little girl was a little confused and didn't know what was going on. She just stood there instinctively and didn't dare to move.
The little monkey stretched out his hand as if to touch the girl's soul, but the old Taoist slapped him and scolded him:
"Why are you touching me? I'm older than you."
If the little girl hadn't died, she would be ninety years old now.
But she was still so innocent and naive, completely retaining the mind she had before her death. This was the thing Zhou Ze was most curious about. Zhou Ze guessed that something might have gone wrong in that village, causing all the dead souls in the village to be unable to get out. Everyone was trapped there together, not knowing the cold or the heat, or the autumn or the winter.
However, the specific situation still needs to wait until Xu Qinglang finds accurate information before it can be verified.
Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and swiped it casually. He seldom used WeChat, QQ or the like because they were all filled with Xu Le's previous social networks. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, he couldn't find his previous account and it was difficult to file a complaint.
Browsing his Moments, Zhou Ze unexpectedly saw Bai Yingying actually shared a post titled "On the Bed Skills of Men in the Army!"
Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.
This female corpse seemed to be running further and further down the path of a middle school girl.
It seems that I have to find some time to have a good talk with her. It’s better not to touch this kind of thing, it’s taboo.
At this time, Bai Yingying had finished her work and was eating chicken in the room upstairs, so she was not downstairs either.
Zhou Ze stood up and walked up the stairs, clicking on the shared link as he walked.
Um,
To educate middle school girls, we must prescribe the right medicine for the right disease. Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.
After clicking in,
It's a bunch of white and green pictures.
Then,
It turned out to be a quilt-making competition at a factory, and the top three winners were all former soldiers.
Damn the title party.
Zhou Ze put down his phone and opened the bedroom door.
“Seaweed, seaweed, drifting with the waves;
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves! "
Bai Yingying was lying on the bed with her bare white feet, swinging back and forth. She was watching videos on her phone and laughing like a pig.
She didn't even notice Zhou Ze coming over.
Then Zhou Ze sat down beside her bed.
"Ha ha ha ha… … "
Bai Yingying turned over while laughing, and then fell directly on Zhou Ze's legs.
immediately,
The straight eyelashes trembled, the attractive red lips closed and opened slightly, and the delicate skin turned slightly red.
atmosphere,
At this moment, I was immersed in beauty.
However, Zhou Ze lived up to his title of a fresh destroyer and said directly:
"I've told you many times that you are not allowed to go to bed without washing your feet and taking a bath after getting up."
As he spoke, Zhou Ze looked at the pair of slender and infinitely fascinating jade feet exposed outside and frowned:
"dirty."
Bai Yingying immediately got out of bed and put on her slippers. She crossed her hands under her body, lowered her head towards Zhou Ze, and prepared to be scolded.
She was very familiar with this posture.
"Wash the sheets."
Zhou Ze said.
"Okay, boss."
Bai Yingying tidied up the sheets and went downstairs, while Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer, opened the web page, and began to search for things about Sanxiang Village again.
Xu Qinglang had previously searched using his mobile phone, so there may have been some omissions.
What a pity,
There is no other information about that village, at least on the Internet, except for that discussion post.
Zhou Ze also clicked on the post that Xu Qinglang had read before. The post was posted in the Tongcheng local forum and the date was 2009.
He first read the two replies from the person whose grandmother was from Sanxiang Village, but found nothing. Then, Zhou Ze chose to look back at the topic again. In fact, there were two people who knew the truth in this post.
One is of course the person who replied to the post, but the person who replied has already said everything he should say, and the other is the person who asked the question.
Since Sanxiang Village has been forgotten by people and does not even exist in historical records, and only exists in the stories told by my grandmother, then why did the author of this thread suddenly bring up this place name and ask a question
Zhou Ze clicked on the OP's profile picture and found that the OP had not posted anything since 2009. Zhou Ze copied the OP's ID.
The ID is "Sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, three thousand soldiers of Yue can swallow Wu 19800201"
The first part looked very familiar, and Zhou Ze analyzed that the string of numbers at the end might be the other party's birthday.
Then, Zhou Ze searched for this ID again and found that there was indeed a post. This post was posted in the Penglai Ghost Stories section of the Haijiao Forum.
The author of the post is still "Sleeping on firewood and tasting gall with three thousand soldiers of Yue can conquer Wu 19800201", and the posting time is still 2009.
This post was not very popular and did not receive many replies.
Of course, the ID number at the back is also the same, which means that the person who posted a message in the Tongcheng local forum asking about Sanxiang Village is the same person who posted the story in the Haijiao forum.
Zhou Ze read on and found that this was a story.
The landlord begins by saying:
"This is something I personally experienced. Although it is very bizarre and absurd, I believe it is not a dream or hallucination. This is my true story."
A clichéd ghost story opening.
This was a very popular ghost story routine ten years ago, whereby an emphasis was made at the beginning in an attempt to cover up the truth.
Zhou Ze continued to look down:
"In March this year, I drove home from the Guanyinshan Town Power Supply Station. Well, I work at the power supply station, but my home is next to Xingdong Airport.
On my way home, I passed by Xingren Town and got off the elevated road first because I had to pick up the dry-cleaned clothes I had left there when I went to work in the morning.
The dry cleaning shop is located on Xingren Town Street, just opposite Xingren Primary School.
It was nine o'clock in the evening when I drove over, and there were fewer people on the street. But when I stopped the car in front of the dry cleaner's, opened the door and got out, I twisted my foot and fell.
At first I just thought that I was really unlucky today, but this was actually just the beginning, because after I fell to the ground, I suddenly found that the streets and tall buildings around me had disappeared, and there was no road under me but a muddy ridge, and opposite was not a dry cleaner but rows of mud houses.
I was stunned and turned around to look at my car, only to find that my car had turned into a haystack.
I was really scared at that time. I didn’t know what was going on. I sat on the ground for a quarter of an hour, thinking that it was a dream and hoping to wake up quickly.
But I didn't wake up. Then I saw an old man in front of me holding a little girl walking towards me. The old man was carrying a hoe on his shoulder, and the little girl was playing with a candy man in her hand.
They were getting closer and closer to me, and they were talking, and they were speaking Tongcheng dialect.
I immediately asked them, where is this
They also looked at me curiously, and the old man replied that this was "Sanxiang Village".
Where is Sanxiang Village
I haven't heard of it.
Then I immediately stood up and asked them how I could get out
The old man probably thought I was mentally ill and had problems with my brain, so he quickly took his granddaughter away.
I had no choice but to walk into the village alone. I even wondered if I had been drugged and trafficked to some remote mountain forest. But I also felt it was ridiculous. I was a grown man, why would they traffic me
I can't have children again.
Every household had its door closed. Occasionally, there were lights on in a few houses and people inside. I didn't dare knock on the doors, but just walked past each door carefully.
I heard people in many houses chatting and talking, and they were all shouting that they were hungry.
The wife complained to her husband that she was hungry.
The child complained to his parents that he was hungry.
Elderly parents complained to their son and daughter-in-law that they were hungry.
Everyone in this village is very hungry.
They stayed in the house at night and kept talking about how hungry they were.
The more I thought about it, the more flustered I became.
I have a feeling that since they are so hungry, will they come out together and cook and eat me
I started running.
Run fast,
I instinctively sensed the danger.
I want to run away from here before they come out to catch me. No matter where I run to, I want to be as far away from this damn village as possible.
I don't know how long I ran.
In the end,
I just forgot...
Then when I woke up the next day,
I found myself sitting in the driver's seat of my car, having slept all night.
But this is definitely not a dream, dreams can't be that real!
And my clothes and trouser legs were all covered in mud.
There were still a few crumbs of straw on my neck and in my hair.
Three Villages,
There must be such a place.
Of course there is! "
The poster also posted a photo of himself at the time, with his clothes covered in mud and grass clippings.
But the people below clearly did not believe it, saying:
"This ghost story is so ridiculous."
"The production cost is also very low. Just make a piece of clothing dirty and take a photo to play a game of picture-telling?"
"You start with a picture, and the rest is all made up. Don't be too attentive, don't be too attentive, OP."
"OP, didn't you have a cell phone with you at the time? Why didn't you take any photos or videos?"
Zhou Ze continued to scroll down.
Fortunately, there were not many replies, because this ghost story is neither new nor exciting.
But below, Zhou Ze saw a reply from the original poster:
"Just wait. I will definitely find a way to go there again. This time I will come back with evidence to prove that I am not making up the story."
The next reply is from 10 years ago, which is 1 year later.
"It's been a year, where's your fucking story? Haven't you finished writing it yet? I've always kept it in my favorites."
Then there was a reply in 2011:
"Two years have passed. Has the host gone there again?"
“The last reply was from 2012:
"Everyone, please go away. The host is dead."
Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment as he watched.
A passage suddenly popped up in his mind:
"Liu Ziji of Nanyang was a noble man. Hearing about this, he was delighted to go there. But he failed and died of illness soon after. After that, no one asked about his visit."