Although the speed increased, the heavy rain still fell before reaching the village.
Bean-sized raindrops crashed on the glass window, the vision in front of the window became blurred, and the dirt road under the wheel became more muddy. For safety, Song Qingluo had to slow down the speed of the car, originally planned to arrive at noon The destination was dragged abruptly into the evening.
Along the way, Lin Banxia was observing the surrounding scenery. As she went deeper and deeper into the forest, the surroundings became desolate. Across the heavy rain curtain, Lin Banxia didn't see any buildings, but occasionally saw one or two desolate tombs by the roadside.
The two people in the back seat of the car were already drowsy. Lin Banxia was afraid that Song Qingluo would be too tired to drive and didn't dare to rest, so she sat next to him and chatted with him. Unfortunately, Song Qingluo didn't talk much, most of the time it was Lin Banxia. talking. He talked about some of the incidents he encountered at work. After jumping off the building, the body fell into pieces. As a result, the new employee was too careless, so he missed a piece. After being discovered by his family, there was a lot of trouble. What a man took Xiao San out for a racing car, but the two of them did not wear seat belts and flew out of the cab directly. The man smashed Xiao San's body. Because the impact was too violent, the bodies of the two were straight together. No matter what, the man's wife was furious when she found out about this, and just found a place to bury it, without even having a funeral...
These stories are too numerous to mention, Lin Banxia said with a more impressive one.
Song Qingluo also listened, and occasionally added a sentence, asking Lin Banxia how long she had been doing this job.
"It's been a few years." Lin Banxia said, "I did this after graduation, and I haven't changed it."
Song Qingluo said, "Don't think about changing other jobs?"
Lin Banxia smiled and said, "If you don't change it, that's fine."
Song Qingluo glanced at him without asking why.
As he spoke, the scenery in front of him also changed, the lush trees outside the car gradually lowered, and the vision opened up. After their car drove into a wide flat field, Song Qingluo stopped the car.
The rain was a little lighter, and Lin Banxia and the others changed into raincoats in the car before getting out of the car.
As soon as he got off the bus, Lin Banxia noticed a stone tablet standing beside the road. On the stone tablet were three bright red letters: Sanshui Village.
This should be the name of the village. Lin Banxia was looking down at the stone tablet, but there was a burst of exclamation from beside him.
"What is that?!" Mu Xinsi's tone was astonished.
Lin Banxia followed her gaze. Not far away, she saw a dead tree planted on the ground. The dead tree looked a few years old, and the trunk was very thick. It was not enough for two adults to open their hands. Embrace it. Most of the roots of the tree were broken, not neatly chopped, but severely torn.
"There seems to be something pressing under the tree." He Huai'an's eyesight was good, and he could see the difference at a glance.
Song Qingluo walked towards the tree, and Lin Banxia followed closely behind.
When the four of them got to the tree, they could see clearly what was pressing under the tree. It turned out to be an off-road vehicle, the front of which was completely crushed by the heavy tree trunk, and they didn't know if anyone was inside.
The moment He Huai'an saw the car, he had a bad premonition, but after finding the deformed license plate number, his face suddenly turned pale, and he trembled: "This... this is not the last four The car that the individual drove?"
Mou Xin thought, "Is it true or false?"
He Huaian said: "Of course it's true, I remember the license plate number!!! Are they in the car?"
Lin Banxia squatted beside the car, observed it carefully, and frowned, "...Are you sure this car belongs to your companions?" He couldn't bear it, and his voice lowered, "There seems to be another one in this cab... The corpse, it seems, should have some days."
He Huaian and Mu Xinsi were stunned at the same time.
Lin Banxia is in this business. Although she is not so professional in autopsy, she still has some experience with the state of the corpse. The corpse has already begun to decompose. According to the current weather conditions, it has been at least three or four days. It is estimated that It was almost the time when the companions who came here lost contact with them.
Song Qingluo wore a raincoat and rain boots and didn't forget to hold an umbrella. He seemed to hate getting water, and tried his best to keep his body dry. He whispered, "It's not just this one."
Lin Banxia looked back at him.
Song Qingluo stretched out a finger.
Lin Banxia glanced at the place Song Qingluo was pointing, and sure enough, on the tree trunk not far from the cab, he saw another strange mark. An uncomfortable stain was formed. There has been rain these days, and the stain has been washed away by the rain, but you can still see the meat scraps and white bone residue left on it.
"Let's find a place to live first." Song Qingluo said, "When the rain stops, go into the village to investigate."
"Okay." He Huai'an nodded.
The four of them got into the car and drove a long distance to the village along the much wider road. Finally, they saw the contiguous houses. At this time, it was close to the evening, and it was getting dark very early because of the rain. There were some lights in the windows of the houses by the road, but there was still no one person on the road, as if the whole village was asleep.
Song Qingluo casually found a house with lights on, parked the car next to her, and went to knock on the door.
I don't know if it was because the rain was so loud that the people inside didn't hear it, or they didn't want to open the door at all, and there was no movement in the house.
"What can I do?" He Huai'an became worried, he took out his mobile phone, frowned at the weak two-bar signal on it, still dialed a number and muttered, "I'll try to make another call, I don't know if I can get through."
Lin Banxia didn't expect He Huaian to get through, but after a few seconds, He Huaian's eyes lit up and said, "It's done!"
"Hey, is that the village head? Yes, yes, we sent someone here again." He Huai'an covered the microphone and tried her best to block the sound of the rain, "Now we have arrived in the village, and now we are at the entrance of the village. —Are you coming to pick us up? Hello? Hello?”
"Damn, it's broken again." He Huai'an cursed.
"But it's done, he should know we're here, right?" Mu Xinsi looked at He Huaian, hoping that things weren't so bad.
"It should be." He Huai'an said, "Just wait for a while."
They randomly found a roof that could cover the rain, and stood at the bottom waiting for the village chief.
About ten minutes later, a faint light appeared in the thick rain curtain. Behind the light, there was a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat and a scorpion. His expressionless face was soaked with rain, and when he saw the four of them, He whispered, "Why are you here again?"
He Huaian said enthusiastically, "Are you the village chief?"
"Didn't I tell you not to come?" The village chief complained, "This is angering the mountain god, no matter how many people you come, you will only be sent to death—why? !"
He Huaian was suddenly embarrassed when he said this, and said, "Why do you say that? Since we dare to come, there must be some way to do it... You can't let people continue to die in your village, right?"
The village chief sneered: "There is a way, there is a way, why are the four who came earlier all died, and one death is worse than the other?!"
Although He Huaian already had a guess in his heart, he was still a little uncomfortable when he heard this sentence: "All dead?"
The village chief said, "They're all dead." He turned around and walked in the direction the four of them were coming and going, "Forget it, it's already here, it's too late to say anything - let's go to the place where we live first."
The four followed the village chief to a small building very close to the entrance of the village.
After entering the small building, the four took off their rain gear, shook the rain on their bodies, and entered the house one by one. Song Qingluo didn't say a word after seeing the village chief. At this time, he took off his raincoat, and there was some rain on his hands and face. He frowned slightly and was about to wipe it off with his cuffs when he saw Lin Banxia handed him a clean tissue.
"So you don't like water?" Lin Banxia said with a smile.
"Hmm." Song Qingluo snorted softly.
"Then why do you like Coke so much?" Lin Banxia asked.
Song Qingluo hesitated for a moment: "Coke is sweet."
I don't like water, unless it's sweet, Lin Banxia couldn't help laughing, thinking that Song Qingluo who looked like this was actually kind of cute.
The village chief over there turned around and went to the kitchen, and brought out a few bowls of hot ginger soup for the four of them. The soup was placed on the table, but no one dared to touch it.
The village chief snorted coldly, took out a cigarette stick from the kang next to it, knocked it heavily on the table, and shook out some soot, he said, "You dare to come here? Don't you dare to drink ginger soup? ?"
Lin Banxia actually felt that what he said was very reasonable, but Song Qingluo hadn't moved yet, and no one dared to reach for the soup.
He Huaian forced a smile, wanting to ease the embarrassment. He said, "Mr. Village Chief, we want to know what happened."
The village chief said: "Dead, all are dead." He took a puff of cigarette, his tone was cold, and he talked about the life and death of people, as if discussing the weather, "One was bitten to death by insects, and the other drowned in water, When they were about to run, they were run over by a fallen tree, and one of them died worse than the other. There were not many people in the village, the tree could not be moved, and even the corpse could not be collected... It's all like this, what are you doing here? "
He said something, and the faces of He Huaian and Mu Xinsi turned pale. When it was said that they were all dead, Mu Xinsi was no longer human. She quietly glanced at Lin Banxia, who was sitting beside Song Qingluo, and found that The new watchman did not change his face, he slowly took out the half bottle of Coke from his pocket and took a sip into his mouth. After drinking a sip, he smiled and handed the remaining half bottle to Song Qingluo.
Song Qingluo didn't care at all, she took over and drank the rest of the Coke.
Wait, drink it up
Mou Xinsi remembered that if she remembered correctly, this watcher named Song Qingluo was notoriously difficult to get along with. How could such a person drink Coke that others have drunk? ? Mou Xinsi's expression was like a ghost.
He Huai'an was much calmer than Mu Xinsi. After all, when he came just now, he had already been shocked once in the car, so now he just patted Mu Xinsi's hand lightly, indicating that her eyes should not be so obvious.
Mou Xinsi forced a smile and retracted her gaze with difficulty, thinking that the rumors might not be completely true.
No one wanted to touch the ginger soup on the table. The village chief took a big sip and said unhappily, "What are you afraid of? I'm afraid that I will poison you." Is it bad to wait to die? "
Mou Xinsi opened her mouth, unable to think of anything to refute for a while.
"I advise you to go back tomorrow." The village chief poured another bowl of cold water on them, "I'm afraid this village is going to die. If they know that outsiders are coming... I'm afraid it will be bad for you."
"What the hell is going on?" He Huai'an said, "Didn't they just say that people started dying in the village? They? Who are they?"
The village chief said: "The older generation in the village. Indeed, in the beginning, it was just dead people. I thought it was someone doing the trick, but now that it's been so long, I can see that it's really not human, it's God. I'm angry." He took a few puffs of cigarettes, as if to vent the stagnation in his heart. "The older generation said that they offended the mountain god. As long as enough people die, the mountain god will calm down his anger. Now The people in the village are a little scared, and there are a few more foreigners... I don't have the time to entertain you!"
Lin Banxia asked strangely, "How did the two people at the gate of the village die?"
The village chief glanced at him and said, "Didn't you see it? It was killed by a tree, a big thunder struck, and both of them were gone..." He sighed, "This kind of thing can happen, you say , what does this have to do with people?"
Lin Banxia was silent and was struck to death by lightning. It seemed that it was indeed beyond the scope of human beings, but what the village chief said was not necessarily true, at most six or seven points.
"It's too late, let's rest first." Song Qingluo, who had been silent all the time, said, "Mr. Village Chief, can you lend us a few rooms for the night?"
The village chief said: "There is a house, but it was lived by your people before. Now they are all dead. If you are not taboo, you can continue to live there. Their things are still in it, and there is no time to take them away."
Having said that, there was no other way, so the four of them arranged a room. As a girl, Mu Xinsi should have lived alone in a room, but everyone was afraid of an accident, so she and He Huai'an made do with it. Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo slept on the same bed as a matter of course.
Although it was already spring, the weather on the mountain was a little colder. The village chief provided them with thick quilts, and Lin Banxia tidyed up after entering the house.
Song Qingluo walked around the room and found something vaguely left by the last wave of people. It could be seen that they were in a hurry when they left here. A lot of things were left in the house, and there was even a mobile phone, but it was a pity that Song Qingluo couldn't open it because the password was set on the mobile phone.
Lin Banxia was also a little tired after rushing for a day. After a simple wash, she beckoned Song Qingluo to sleep.
Song Qingluo hummed, changed her clothes, and lay down beside Lin Banxia.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Lin Banxia was the first to do such a thing, and she had no experience.
"The person is dead." Song Qingluo said, "The corpse should still be there, let's go and see the corpse first."
Lin Banxia said, "Yes."
Song Qingluo said, "Go to sleep."
Lin Banxia closed her eyes and felt Song Qingluo's breathing gradually becoming even on her side. This was the first time that the two of them had been lying on the same bed. After thinking about it, I attributed it to a strange environment, so I couldn't sleep. The sound of the rain outside the window was rushing, and there was no intention to stop. Lin Banxia's consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally sank into the darkness.
It was a night without a dream, and the next day, the torrential rain was still falling.
When she woke up in the morning, Song Qingluo by her side had disappeared. Lin Banxia quickly changed her clothes and went to the front hall. Sure enough, Song Qingluo was sitting in the corner of the main room eating breakfast, and when she saw him awake, she greeted him.
"Did you buy it?" Lin Banxia took a biscuit and nibbled it with relish.
"Yeah." Song Qingluo said, "I asked the village chief just now, where are the dead people, and he said that it is in the wasteland at the east end of the village. Let's be careful when we go there, and try not to meet the villagers."
Lin Banxia said, "What is the structure of this village?"
Song Qingluo said, "I don't know, I have to go around twice."
While the two were talking, He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi also came. Both of them had bruises under their eyes. They didn't seem to be sleeping well. When they saw the dry biscuits, they didn't want to eat them. took two.
"Go and find out the general terrain of the village, I will go to the cemetery in the east with him." Song Qingluo ordered the task, "Try to avoid people, the village chief said that it is raining heavily outside, the villagers should not will go out."
"Okay." He Huaian responded.
Mu Xinsi also nodded.
"How was your sleep last night?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Not bad." He Huaian replied with a wry smile.
"I always feel that there is something outside the window." Mou Xinsi whispered, "I've been running around..."
Song Qingluo looked at He Huaian: "Did you hear that?"
He Huaian shook his head.
Song Qingluo said, "Even if you don't hear it, be careful. When you go to the village later, you must put your life safety as the first priority. If the situation is wrong, hurry up and run. Do you understand?"
He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi said ok in unison.
Lin Banxia stood by the side and ate the biscuits with relish, but seeing that the three of them didn't eat them, she felt a little embarrassed. She filled her mouth with the last piece, and said vaguely, "Haonong, let's go."
Song Qingluo put on a raincoat, rain boots, and an umbrella, and then went out with Lin Banxia. He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi were facing west, they were facing east, and the two teams went in opposite directions.
The rain was a little heavy, and there was not a single person on the road of the village. As they walked for a long time, the surrounding buildings were scarce, and the road under their feet gradually became deserted.
Halfway through, Lin Banxia, who was burying her head on the road, was suddenly pulled by Song Qingluo. He was stunned, turned to look at Song Qingluo, and said, "What?"
Song Qingluo said, "Did you hear anything?"
Lin Banxia frowned, "What voice?"
Song Qingluo raised her index finger and made a shush gesture.
Lin Banxia stopped talking, and turned to listen. Sure enough, he heard the faint sound of music amid the rushing rain. Among the music, the most striking thing was the piercing suona sound, tick tock, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, and played a mournful music. The music was getting closer and closer, just behind them.
Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia looked at each other, tacitly found a place to hide in the bushes beside them.
About a minute or two later, more than a dozen people appeared in front of them, all of them wearing white mourning clothes, a few people in front were playing mournful music, and a dozen people in the back were carrying coffins. At first Lin Banxia thought this was just an ordinary funeral procession, but he soon realized that this procession was unusual because there were too many coffins—
One pair, two pairs, three pairs, the coffins are large and small, and the colors are different. The person in white clothes looks indistinct in the rain, holding the heavy-looking coffin firmly on his shoulders. Carrying coffins one after another, they walked slowly past Lin Banxia's eyes.
The mourning music gradually faded away, but the team carrying the coffin seemed to have no end.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo stood behind the tree and hid their figures, watching this grotesque scene.
I don't know how long they waited, and they finally got the last coffin. The bottle was black, and the coffins were carried by a few thin young people. They stepped on the muddy road in the rain, and walked forward carefully step by step. Just as he was about to pass in front of Lin Banxia, an accident happened suddenly.
The young man walking at the front seemed to trip over something under his feet. He fell to the ground, and the people behind him had no time to react. The heavy coffin lost its center of gravity in an instant, and hit him heavily on the waist. The coffin was extremely heavy. , smashed the man's waist directly into the ground, the young man screamed, and a large mouth of blood began to flow out of his mouth, but in a flash, he was about to lose his breath.
The other people didn't care about anything else, shouted and dragged the coffin from the young man. Who would have guessed that the lid of the coffin was not tightly closed, and it fell off the coffin when it was lifted by a few people. The moment the coffin lid fell off, a round object rolled gurglingly not far from Lin Banxia's eyes. Before he could react, he felt Song Qingluo behind him cover his mouth with a cold hand.
"Don't call." Song Qingluo said softly. After he finished speaking, he realized that Lin Banxia was different from ordinary people, so he let go and said helplessly, "Sorry, I'm used to it."
Lin Banxia blinked to indicate that it was okay. He lowered his eyes and saw the whole picture of the thing. It was actually a person's head. He didn't know how long it had been dead. God stared at Lin Banxia's direction.
There was a roar from the crowd, and people finally moved the coffin away and saw the lower body of the young man. There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by people crying: "Gone again, gone again!!"
Although it was far away, Lin Banxia still saw the young man's tragic state. His waist and lower body were actually smashed into two halves by the coffin, the upper body was vomiting blood, and the lower body was still struggling and twisting. The scene was terrifying for a while, but the crowd was only noisy for a moment, and then calmed down.
People seemed to be numb, and they began to tidy up the scene quickly. The one who came to look for the head was a young girl in a filial attire. She held up the rotting head on the ground, and even didn't forget to wipe the dirt on it.
"Ruo Nan, come back soon." Someone in the crowd waved at the girl.
The girl hummed, and went back carefully holding her head, putting it back into the coffin again. That skilled appearance seems to have experienced thousands of such things, and that calm appearance makes people feel inexplicably creepy.
The author has something to say:
Lin Banxia: Why are you covering my mouth
Song Qingluo: I'm afraid you will call me.
Lin Banxia: I can't call it.
Song Qingluo: Really
Lin Banxia: Really... ah, don't take my money, please! ! !
Song Qingluo: Isn't that a nice sound
Lin Banxia: QAQ Are you a devil? ?
Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia are both monitors, and their two partners are the recorders. Explain that the monitor is the one who handles things, and the recorder is the one who cooperates and records, so it's easy to understand~
Hahahaha I will explain why Song Qingluo is also poor later!