Because of a sudden accident, the whole funeral became a mess. People quickly accepted this cruel fact, and quickly carried away the person who was crushed to death. The mournful music sounded again, and the people in white clothes seemed to have become vague ghosts in the rain curtain, walking slowly towards the unseen bath in front of them.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo didn't dare to make a sound, until the crowd had completely left, and Lin Banxia whispered, "Why did you suddenly die?"
Song Qingluo frowned.
"Is there really a curse?" Lin Banxia asked hesitantly, "Otherwise it would be... a coincidence."
Song Qingluo said, "Don't care about them, go to the cemetery first."
Afraid of colliding with the funeral procession, the two did not dare to take the road, but walked through the dense weeds beside them. After walking for about ten minutes, they finally saw the cemetery they were looking for.
When Lin Banxia saw the panorama of the cemetery, she couldn't help but sigh a little. The place in front of her was more like a mass grave than a cemetery.
Perhaps it was because too many people died that it was too late to bury them one by one, so most of the coffins were simply placed on the side of the road. The funeral procession seemed to have left the road in the distance. They put the new coffin on their shoulders and put it in the corner of the cemetery.
Seeing that everyone was gone, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo walked into the cemetery.
All around them are densely packed coffins, with extinguished incense candles and dirty paper money stuck on the ground. If you were an ordinary person in such an environment, you might have panicked a long time ago. Fortunately, Lin Banxia's nerves are thick enough, so it's nothing. Feel. His eyes looked around, and he soon noticed something strange, and whispered, "Song Qingluo, what is that?"
Song Qingluo also noticed what Lin Banxia said. It was a few human-shaped objects swept up in grass and fell to the side of the road in such a perfunctory manner. Although he was far away, he still smelled an unbearable smell. smell of corruption.
Song Qingluo walked over, Lin Banxia followed behind, and saw Song Qingluo crouching down and lifted a corner of the straw mat with her hands, revealing a pale, swollen face soaked in rain.
Seeing this face, Song Qingluo frowned even more. He forced the entire straw mat to open, and completely exposed what was wrapped in the straw mat into his field of vision.
It was a corpse divided in two, and the clothes on his body showed that he was not from this village. He had obviously been dead for several days. Under the immersion of the rain, he showed an extremely terrifying appearance. attitude. But even in death, his eyes were wide open, revealing a deep sense of despair and unwillingness.
Lin Banxia remembered something, and he said, "Qingluo, is this person... the companion of the person we saw at the entrance of the village? That is, the one who was crushed to death by a tree in the mouth of the village chief?"
Song Qingluo said, "It's him." He stood up and looked at the straw mats next to him, "I know him."
Lin Banxia was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that he was actually an acquaintance of Song Qingluo.
Lin Banxia was thinking, and Song Qingluo made another move. He walked to the side and opened the straw mats one by one. Sure enough, several corpses appeared in front of them. These corpses died in different ways, and they didn't even change their uniforms, apparently they were handled hastily.
Song Qingluo bent down and started rummaging through the corpse. Lin Banxia asked, "What are you looking for? Need help?"
Song Qingluo said, "See if there is a black notebook in their clothes."
Lin Banxia snorted and helped Song Qingluo to turn it over. Fortunately, his job content was special enough. Even in the face of this unrecognizable corpse, he could be calm enough. Lin Banxia searched for the clothes on the corpse. It was true that he touched something hard. He took it out and took a look, and said in surprise, "Qing Luo, is that right?"
Song Qingluo looked at Lin Banxia and saw a black notebook in his hand.
"Yes, this is it." Song Qingluo hummed.
Lin Banxia said, "Do you want to watch it here? Or go back and watch it again?"
Song Qingluo said, "Let's go back and have a look."
After Song Qingluo's explanation, Lin Banxia learned that the two people who followed Song Qingluo were the recorders, and their duty was to record everything that happened, including the investigation process of Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo. And to avoid unexpected situations. The material of this notebook is special, and the pen used is also a special pen. You must use a special method to see the words recorded on it. Song Qingluo searched around the house before, just looking for this thing, but unfortunately he couldn't find it, so he guessed whether it was the dead watcher who carried it with him.
Finding what they were looking for, the two began to walk back.
The way back went smoothly, but when he returned to the village chief's house, Lin Banxia saw that there were two more coffins in the village chief's yard. He was shocked. His first reaction was that Mu Xinsi and He Huai'an had left. Fortunately, I walked into the house and saw the two of them sitting by the brazier to keep warm.
"You're back?" He Huaian's hair was wet, and he greeted Lin Banxia with a reluctant smile.
"Well, I'm back." Lin Banxia.
"Has the map been made?" Song Qingluo didn't comfort them and went straight to the topic.
"It's made." He Huai'an took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to Song Qingluo, and said, "The structure of the village is very simple, there is a stream in the west, which is the water source of the village, and the ancestral hall is in the village. In the center, this village is not large, similar to the statistics in the data, and the permanent population should be only about 500 people." He sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, "So far, nothing unusual has been found."
Song Qingluo pondered: "Is there any strange legend in the village?"
"There are some." Mou Xinsi answered, and she said, "When we came back, we met an old lady on the way, and we asked her about it. She said that this village has angered the mountain god and was cursed. "
Song Qingluo: "It started from the beginning of spring?"
Mou Xinsi said: "Yes, this year has been raining too much, and the stream has swelled. After that, people began to die in the village. The reasons for the death were various. Later, the elders in the village calculated that they did not hold the sacrifices well last autumn. The mountain god is angry... enough people have to die before the mountain god's anger can be quelled."
This story is inseparable from what the village chief said. Song Qingluo thought about something while taking off her rain gear.
Lin Banxia sat down beside He Huaian, and the fire started, he said, "What happened to the coffin in the yard?"
"It was carried in by a few people just now." He Huaian said, "I don't know who died again."
Lin Banxia said, "Where's the village chief? Is he all right?"
"It's okay." Mou Xinsi said, "He seems to be in the kitchen, you sit down first, I'll go take a look."
As she spoke, she got up and went to the kitchen.
The kitchen door was open, and there was a strong aroma inside. Mou Xinsi pushed open the door and entered, but did not see the village chief. She tilted her head and looked at it. On the stovetop, she found a pot of steaming chicken soup, chicken soup. There are also delicious mushrooms floating in it.
She hasn't eaten a hot meal since yesterday, and she has made do with dry food. The chicken soup must be very delicious just by smelling it. She sucked in her saliva and held back her inner feelings. eager.
Just when Mu Xinsi told herself not to touch other people's things in her heart, the village chief, who didn't know where she went, appeared outside, saw her action, and said unhappily, "What are you doing here? You secretly drink from me. soup?"
"No, no, I just think it's quite fragrant, I haven't touched it." Mu Xinsi said embarrassedly.
The village chief stared: "This chicken soup is not for you!"
Mou Xinsi showed an embarrassed expression, she felt that the village chief was too fierce, she just smelled it, how could he have such an attitude.
Probably because Mu Xinsi's expression was too obvious, the village chief suddenly stopped to blame, glanced at Mu Xinsi, went to the side and picked up a bowl, scooped a bowl of soup for her, and said, "There are rules in the village, who's family is there? When someone dies, everyone will bring a pot of chicken soup to their family, and there are not many chickens in this village... just this bowl."
Mou Xinsi said in surprise, "This... is this okay?"
The village chief nodded: "I'll give you a drink alone, and don't go out and talk."
"Thank you, thank you." Mu Xinsi thanked happily, and drank a bowl of chicken soup beautifully. Although her body was still a little chilly, the taste of the chicken soup made her feel good. The native chicken and the mountain mushroom were a perfect pair. Stewing them in a casserole for a few hours could freshen up the tongue. Back in the main room, Mu Xinsi was all reminiscing about that feeling, and even Song Qingluo and the others didn't pay attention to what they were saying. It wasn't until He Huaian called her name several times that she suddenly came back to her senses and said, "Ah? What's the matter?"
"What are you thinking about?" He Huai'an looked at Mu Xinsi's distraught appearance, a little helpless, "We are asking you, have you found the village chief? Is he all right?"
"Oh, oh—" Mu Xin thought, "He's fine, he's doing fine, he's cooking in the kitchen. He just doesn't have a good attitude... He also told us to leave early and stop wasting time here."
"He didn't say anything else?" Song Qingluo said.
"There's nothing else." Mou Xinsi said, "But I don't think he's telling the truth. It's definitely not normal for so many people to die. I think someone might be playing tricks."
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo didn't follow up. If they hadn't seen with their own eyes, if the young man carrying the coffin was smashed to death, they would probably have the same idea as Mu Xinsi, but the facts were in front of them, and it seemed that there was something vague about it. Among them, there is a force that is taking the lives of the villagers. Is it really like what the village said, this village is cursed by some force
After several days of rain, it finally stopped in the evening.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo had a simple lunch and sat in the courtyard. It had just rained, but the air in the courtyard was very fresh, but the few bottles of coffins next to it were really annoying. Fortunately, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo didn't care about this, so the two sat on the small stool and discussed the matter of going to the cemetery in the morning without changing their expressions. He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi were also standing beside him. He Huai'an was fine, but Mu Xinsi seemed a little uncomfortable, and looked at the coffin from time to time.
Song Qingluo calmly recounted what happened in the morning, and also mentioned that he found the notebook.
"Mr. Song, have you found your notebook?" He Huaian said in surprise.
"En." Song Qingluo said, "Let's take a look first."
This notebook is a very important item for them. Because of the requirements of the work regulations, they will record every detail of their observations in the notebook. Although the people who came to investigate before also communicated with the outside world, they will inevitably miss it. what. With this, it's much easier to do.
Song Qingluo opened the first page of the notebook, it was empty and there was no writing on it. Song Qingluo took out his usual pair of black gloves from his pocket, put his fingers on it gently, then closed the notebook, and when he opened it again, dense text appeared on the blank page.
He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi were not surprised, but Lin Banxia was surprised.
At the top of the notebook, the detailed date was recorded. Lin Banxia glanced at it roughly and felt that it was more like a diary than a record. recorded above.
The time began in early April, and they arrived in this strange mountain village.
The diaries from the previous few days were nothing special. They probably recorded their contacts with the village chiefs and villagers in detail, and their investigations around the village were similar to Lin Banxia's current situation, except that they were not dead at the time. With so many people, the cemetery in Dongtou is still empty.
The change of things happened on the fifth day after they arrived in the village.
It rained heavily that day.
"The weather is not very good today at 7:30. We decided to be nearby. Zeng Xu seems to be feeling a little uncomfortable, his body temperature has been rising, and there is a rash on his body. From the symptoms, it seems that he is allergic to something."
"At 9:00, Zeng Xu's symptoms became severe, and his breathing began to become difficult. We determined that he was allergic to something, but no allergen was found. I checked the breakfast I had this morning, and it was the most common. Food, nothing to be allergic to."
"9:30 We want to send Zeng Xu out, but he may not be able to make it through such a long mountain road."
"10:18 Zeng Xu died. The cause of death was a swollen throat caused by allergies. His whole body turned pink and covered with horrible rashes, like some strange infectious disease."
"11:00 When we were examining his body, we found a strange bug on his calf. I had never seen that bug before, but it seemed to be the thing that caused Zeng Xu's allergic symptoms. I asked my superiors, The mission must continue."
"The inspiration test was conducted at 12:00. Hao Yongnian 64 Zhuo Honglang 35 Ai Chi 87, the values are all high, close to the dangerous value, the situation is not optimistic."
"13:00 This afternoon, I have to explore in groups. I have to go to the stream. I don't like it there. I feel uncomfortable every time I approach it."
"At 17:54, the recorder was changed to Zhuo Honglang. The original recorder, Hao Yongnian, died. The cause of death was drowning. No trauma was found on his body. There were signs of slipping and struggling around the body. No other information."
The cold words did not bring too many strong emotions, but made people feel indescribably creepy. The four of them seemed to have fallen into a terrible trap, and they died quietly because of various accidents without even having a chance to struggle.
Allergies, drowning, and being struck by lightning, these seemingly ordinary methods of death are no longer accidental when they are brought together in a short period of time.
Next, the records in the notebook were much less, and it seemed that the remaining people were planning to leave here. But they obviously sat in the car parked at the entrance of the village, but they still couldn't leave here.
Of course, in addition to their experiences, the notebook also recorded in detail what happened to the villagers in the village. At that time, the villagers should not have resisted outsiders so strongly, so they recorded the strange causes of death of the villagers in detail. .
Death from snake venom is not common anymore. Lin Banxia saw the most outrageous way to die. That person was just sleeping at home. When he fell asleep, the bed collapsed. Usually, the bed is also occasionally encountered. However, when the wooden bed plank collapsed, the broken wood formed a sharp horn, which went straight through the man's chest. By the time others found it, the man had lost his breath.
"It's dead too, it's outrageous." Lin Banxia said hesitantly, "If someone is causing trouble, it's unlikely that so many people died suddenly in one village."
Song Qingluo suddenly asked, "Is Hao Yongnian the monitor or the recorder?"
"It's the monitor." He Huai'an replied.
"Then why is he recording?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Their group is quite special. Hao Yongnian changed from a recorder to a monitor, so when he was on a mission, he was used to recording." He Huaian explained.
Song Qingluo pursed her lips and said nothing.
Lin Banxia said, "What's wrong, is there anything unusual?"
Song Qingluo said, "Maybe we should go to the stream to have a look."
Lin Banxia said, "Is it the place to draw water?"
"Well." Song Qingluo said, "Hao Yongnian died there, there may be some clues there."
"Go now?" Lin Banxia glanced at the sky.
"Tomorrow." Song Qingluo said, "I'll sort out my thoughts again."
Because of the bad weather, it was getting dark very fast. It was only three or four o'clock, and the sky was already dark. Lin Banxia dozed off for a while in the bedroom. After waking up, she could no longer see Song Qingluo. He asked He Huai'an, and He Huaian said that Song Qingluo had just gone out and had not come back yet. Woolen cloth.
"He went out alone? How unsafe is that?" Lin Banxia felt a little uneasy, feeling that the village was very evil, not only in the place, but also the people in the village.
"It's alright." He Huaian was very relieved, he said, "Mr. Song is not an ordinary person, and nothing will happen."
Lin Banxia had no choice but to nod and change the subject: "What are you doing?" When he came out, he saw He Huaian walking around the room with a sad face.
He Huai'an said in distress: "The mobile phone has no signal. I want to send a message to the outside..."
Lin Banxia said: "It was there when you first came, why is it gone now?"
"I don't know." He Huai'an said, "The signal is intermittent. I saw that the signal was a little better just now, and I was still happy. Who knew it would suddenly stop working."
"Oh..." Lin Banxia looked at his cell phone, but there was no signal, he said, "Where's Mu Xinsi, why didn't you see her?"
"She? She's in the yard." He Huaian said.
Lin Banxia went to the yard, and she saw Mu Xinsi standing in the corner of the yard.
Seeing this, Lin Banxia strangely asked her what was wrong.
"You... did you hear any strange noises?" Mou Xinsi whispered.
"What sound?" Lin Banxia's face was puzzled.
"Shh, shh..." Mu Xin thought, "be quiet and listen carefully..."
Lin Banxia stopped and listened carefully, but heard nothing, Mu Xinsi was still dazed when she saw him, and became anxious: "Why can't you hear it?! It's there, it's there. ' She pointed to the coffins in the corner.
Lin Banxia was stunned and said, "You mean the coffin has a sound?"
Mu Xin thoughtfully nodded, her expression was a little nervous: "Listen carefully, the people inside are tapping with their hands."
Lin Banxia glanced at Mu Xinsi, then looked at the coffin, turned around and walked in front of the coffin, and said, "This one?"
Mou Xinsi shook his head: "The innermost one."
Lin Banxia took a few more steps inside. The coffin was made of good wood and was painted with thick black paint. It was only because of the rain that some wet water stains had accumulated on it. Not immersed in the coffin.
Lin Banxia slowly lowered his head and put his ear against the wet coffin. Under the silence, he could smell the pungent smell of paint on the tip of his nose.
There was no sound, Lin Banxia raised her head and said, "No sound..."
Before the word was spoken, he heard a slight thumping sound. The sound was so harsh in the quiet courtyard that even Lin Banxia couldn't ignore it, and the source of the sound was him. coffin beside him.
"Did you hear it, did you hear it??" Mu Xinsi saw Lin Banxia's expression changed, knowing that he must have heard it too, she almost jumped up from the ground with joy, "I didn't have hallucinations, I really listened. arrive!"
"Dong, dong, dong..." There were three consecutive soft sounds coming from the coffin, Lin Banxia's expression gradually became solemn, and she turned and walked towards the room.
Mou Xinsi asked him where he was going.
"I'm going to call He Huaian." Lin Banxia said. "Open the coffin and see."
"It can't be opened." Mu Xinsi said in horror, "Aren't you afraid, after opening it, do you see something you shouldn't see?"
Lin Banxia said strangely, "Is there anything you shouldn't look at?"
Mou Xin was anxious and wanted to stop Lin Banxia's love: "Why don't you have any common sense, even if you are a watcher - your inspiration value is limited, if you see what you shouldn't watch, and hear what you shouldn't listen to, you'll go crazy! !"
Lin Banxia really had no common sense, he was just brought in by Song Qingluo to work, so when he heard Mu Xinsi's accusation, he just asked strangely, "If you don't open it, how do you know what's inside? It's related to the secret of the village, isn't it for nothing?"
Mou Xinsi was speechless.
"Are you okay?" Lin Banxia frowned.
Mu Xinsi stood there and didn't speak. After a while, she said in a low voice, "Go, I'm not a qualified recorder."
Lin Banxia entered the room, told He Huaian about the matter, asked him to come out with him, and opened the coffin to see what was going on inside.
After hearing Lin Banxia's description, He Huaian was stunned for a moment, and said, "You heard right? Is it really ringing in the coffin?"
Lin Banxia said, "Yes, I'm sure I heard it."
He Huaian was much calmer than Mu Xinsi, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go have a look together." The two returned to the courtyard.
Like Lin Banxia just now, He Huaian put his face on the coffin, listened carefully for a moment, and the expression on his face changed: "It's true... Yes."
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Lin Banxia joked, "Why are you so scared? Could it be that the dead can still be alive?" At the same time becomes ugly.
He Huai'an reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Mr. Lin, this is your first time on a mission. I don't know. We did encounter such a thing." He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from the tip of his nose, trying his best to calm down. He explained the situation to Lin Banxia, "The resurrection of the dead is not uncommon in our line of business, but... Every time I watch it, I don't quite get used to it."
It was only then that Lin Banxia remembered the matter of Cheng Yuliu. It seemed that this was the case. It was normal for ordinary people to feel uncomfortable in that kind of scene.
"Is it still open then? Or wait until Song Qingluo comes back?" Lin Banxia asked thoughtfully seeing that his face was not good.
"No, no, let's open it now." He Huai'an said, "I don't know when Mr. Song will be back."
As he said that, he grabbed one corner of the coffin lid with his hand and gave Lin Banxia a look. Lin Banxia understood it and grabbed the other side. Then he and He Huaian worked together to lift the heavy coffin lid open. . The moment the lid was lifted, there was an unpleasant rotten smell inside. Lin Banxia looked around and saw a silent corpse unsurprisingly. Perhaps because of the rain, the coffin had also accumulated. A lot of water, the corpse has been soaked and some swollen.
He Huaian glanced at it, then turned his head with difficulty, his throat kept twitching, trying to suppress the desire to vomit.
Lin Banxia's expression was calm, and she carefully searched the coffin for a while, and soon found the reason for the abnormal sound of the coffin. In the corner of the coffin, there was a small green frog, staring at the dark The eyes, stirring the small cheeks, jumped upwards from time to time.
"It's not a human, it's a frog." Lin Banxia said.
He Huaian said: "Frog? How can there be a frog in the coffin..."
Lin Banxia said, "It might have been a rainy day, so I accidentally fell into it." He said, took the frog out of the coffin, bent down and placed it on the soil, watching it jump and disappear into the ground. in front of you. Lin Banxia was about to straighten up when he saw some strange marks on the lid of the coffin next to him. He was stunned for a moment, thinking he had read it wrong, but when he squatted down and checked carefully, he realized that That's right.
The top inside the coffin lid is covered with dense scratches, accompanied by dark red blood stains, which is particularly dazzling.
The wood is very hard, and it takes a lot of force to use human fingernails to leave marks on it. Lin Banxia stood up silently and looked at the rotten corpse in the coffin again. Although the corpse's fingers had been swollen by the rain, there were still obvious scars. His nails were almost all cracked, and he could imagine his despair just by looking at it.
"How is this possible..." Lin Banxia murmured, "This coffin has not been nailed, how could he not be able to push it away?"
He Huaian understood what Lin Banxia said. He took a step back and said in a low voice, "Could it be that the villagers here have a problem?"
Lin Banxia was silent for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
The atmosphere froze for a while. Just as Lin Banxia was thinking, the village chief's voice came from behind him. He roared angrily in his dialect. Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with Lin Banxia and the others for opening the coffin. The fist is about to come up and beat someone.
He Huaian quickly explained: "Village chief, don't be angry yet, we only opened the coffin when we heard movement in it."
"There is movement in the coffin?! How can there be movement in the coffin!!" the village chief roared, "Why do you foreigners blaspheme the dead like this?! He is already dead, why don't you let them rest in peace? ?"
Lin Banxia hurriedly said, "Village chief, we found something in the coffin."
The village chief said coldly, "What?"
Lin Banxia said, "When he was put into the coffin, he wasn't dead yet."
The village chief was taken aback.
"Look." Lin Banxia pointed to the incomparably obvious scratches on the coffin cover, "Look at these scratches, he left them."
The village chief looked at the place where Lin Banxia was pointing, his eyes changed immediately, his chest heaved violently, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Why is this happening, why is this happening!!"
Lin Banxia and He Huaian looked at each other, and he said, "Do you want to open the other coffins and check them?"
The village chief's face was ashen, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Instead, He Huaian took over and said, "Open it and take a look, and feel at ease."
Seeing that the village chief did not stop them, the two moved.
Lin Banxia and He Huaian slowly opened the other coffins. Each time they opened, the village chief's face turned pale. In the end, it was as pale as a dead person. The lid of the coffin was covered with dense scratches. Obviously, when the three people were put into the coffin, they were all alive. They were lying in the coffin, scratching the lid above their heads helplessly, but they pushed no matter what. Don't open... Just like this, in fear, I died of despair.
As soon as the village chief's legs softened, he fell into the yard, splashing with dirty muddy water. Seeing this, Lin Banxia hurriedly lifted him up, gave He Huaian a look, and motioned him to close the lid of the coffin.
"Village Chief, what's going on?" Seeing the village chief's reaction, Lin Banxia asked.
"I don't know, I don't know, their family is indeed dead." The village chief trembled, "Without breathing, without a heartbeat, isn't it a dead person?"
Lin Banxia carefully helped him into the room and said, "Will you tell me carefully?"
The village chief was covered in sweat. He said, "This family is my relative. People often die in the village, and everyone is used to it. A few days ago at their house, a man died violently in the field, just after the funeral. , something happened to the other people." His voice trembled violently, "They died very strangely, the first day they were fine, the next day the whole family died, and when they were found, the corpse was cold. , there are not enough coffins in this village, so I made my own decision, put a few of them out of the coffin first, and thought of finding a good day to carry them and bury them."
Lin Banxia said, "So that's the case... What's wrong with the coffin?"
"No." The village chief said, "Originally, the coffin was placed on the side of the old man of the He family, but there were too many people and it couldn't be placed there, so I thought about making do with it in my yard for a few days." He looked In a trance, "How can this happen, how can this happen..."
Lin Banxia said, "Have you checked, why did they die?"
The village chief shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The causes of death in the village are very strange, and it is difficult to find out the reasons for all of them, but they have no trauma..."
Lin Banxia was lost in thought.
On the other end, He Huaian put the lid of the coffin back on, and came back covered in sweat. Mu Xinsi followed behind him, feeling a little lost. Seeing that her face was not good, He Huaian asked her if she was not feeling well.
"It's a little cold, it seems like I have a cold." Mou Xinsi sneezed and rubbed her nose, "It must have been raining a little on the first day..."
He Huaian still cared about her very much, and said, "Then let me make some medicine for you to drink."
"Okay, I'll trouble you." She sat down beside her, listlessly.
The village chief was still in grief and could not come out. Lin Banxia comforted him in a low voice, saying that these things were just coincidences, and he could not be blamed.
"Coincidence, how can there be so many coincidences." The village chief said numbly, "It's just because our village is cursed."
"But there must be a reason for being cursed, right?" Lin Banxia said, "You don't have any guesses?"
The village chief shook his head and said nothing.
He Huai'an gave Mu Xinsi the medicine and let her drink it to go to sleep. Mu Xinsi drank the medicine and said that she was a little cold and wanted to take a hot bath.
"Go ahead and call me if you have anything." He Huaian was a little worried about his new partner.
Mu Xinsi nodded.
Although the toilets in the village are a bit rudimentary, there is still a water heater, but it needs to be boiled for a while. Mu Xinsi waited for the water to boil, took a change of clothes, and went into the shower. She turned on the water heater and let the hot water pour over her face.
The hot temperature expelled the chill in her body and made her sigh comfortably. She lowered her head and let the hot water wash over her head, and suddenly felt a little itchy on the top of her head. She froze for a moment, and reached out to scratch on the top of her head - even though she felt that she had caught something, Mu Xinsi took a closer look and found herself There were strands of black hair between his fingers, which were slowly falling to the slippery ground along the running water.
The moment she saw the hair, a chilling feeling floated in Mu Xinsi's heart. If ordinary people saw the hair, their first reaction might be to worry about whether they were sick, but Mu Xinsi couldn't deceive herself like that, because before she came I dyed my black hair a bright yellow...
So, where did these black hairs come from? Mu Xinsi's neck stiffened, she raised her head slowly, and saw the dilapidated ceiling above her head. On the ceiling, strands of black hair hung down like cobwebs, falling on her face and body...
The author has something to say:
Lin Banxia: In the one hour that Song Qingluo was away, he successfully lifted the coffin board in the house.
Song Qingluo: ...You take it easy.