Lin Banxia's eyes lit up.
"I came to fetch water that day." Jiang Ruonan said, "I saw him slipping by the stream, and then... his head got stuck in the gap between the two stones. I wanted to help, but I couldn't get it out. ." She lowered her eyes, and there was a hint of trembling in her tone, "I don't know how such a coincidence could have happened. Those two stones, as if alive, were firmly stuck on his head... Then he When I died, I was afraid that other people would misunderstand me after knowing this, so I didn't say it."
Song Qingluo said, "Did he also come to fetch water from the river?"
"It shouldn't be." Jiang Ruonan replied, "I didn't see any tools for fetching water by the river."
Song Qingluo pondered for a moment, then asked another question. He said, "Have the cause and location of everyone who died in your village been recorded?"
"I wrote it down." Jiang Ruonan said, "It's all from the He family's grandfather. He is of high rank and knows how to treat diseases. Generally, corpses are carried to him first." She said, "But I don't recommend you to go there. There, he... doesn't like foreigners very much."
Song Qingluo said, "By the way, when was the first person you died?"
"In the middle of March." Jiang Ruonan said, "I remember very clearly, the weather was exceptionally good that day, and the snow on the mountain began to melt... The man washed his clothes by the stream and walked back, but he slipped halfway. I fell, and I broke my neck just like that."
After Jiang Ruonan finished speaking, the water in the jar was also full. She carefully picked up the water jar and prepared to go back. Lin Banxia looked at Song Qingluo: "Are you going?"
"Go." Song Qingluo nodded.
Although the two of them didn't say where they were going, they already knew it.
He Huaian couldn't wait for the sky to light up, Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia went out for about an hour, and the sky started to rain. The bean-sized raindrops fell mercilessly, creating small potholes on the fluffy ground.
Mu Xinsi changed her clothes, packed her luggage, and sat quietly beside He Huaian. She looked out the window, her eyes were melancholy, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
He Huaian said: "Let's go." It seemed that the weather was not getting any better.
"Where?" Mu Xinsi asked.
"Of course I'm sending you out of the village." He Huaian was a little anxious, "Wait, I'll find rain gear and come back soon."
Mu Xinsi hummed and watched He Huai'an push the door out.
The rain was still dripping down, like a thick curtain blocking the light and covering the whole world. In the rushing rain, Mu Xinsi's ears caught a strange sound again, like crying, wailing, and inaudible murmurs. She knew that the sound she heard was real. Like the rattling coffin and the knocked door panel, the voice behind the door was also real—
"Come out... come out..."
"Come out... come out..."
As if whispering, as if calling, the voice tempted Mu Xinsi, forcing her to stand up, step by step, step by step. He walked very difficultly. The instinctive fear of the voice and the strong curiosity about the unknown formed a fierce conflict. , but in the end, curiosity prevailed.
When Mu Xinsi went to the window, she saw a woman standing outside the window.
The woman turned her back to her and was pulling her hair hard. She was so powerful that strands of black hair were continuously pulled to the ground by her, even revealing a bloody scalp, but even so, the woman's movements did not stop. Down. With no hair to pull, she began to tear her own skin, as if taking off her clothes—white bones showed through the dazzling red.
Mu Xin thought about screaming, but she couldn't move, her body seemed to freeze into a lifeless statue, and she couldn't even close her eyes.
The woman continued, and in the torrential rain, she finally tore off the skin she was wearing with satisfaction and turned into a white bone.
She turned, revealing cheeks that had changed beyond recognition—and those dark eyes. Mu Xinsi stared at her blankly, unable to look away for a moment, the woman smiled, showing a weird smile at Mu Xinsi - Mu Xinsi couldn't understand why such a smile appeared on a skeleton face, her eyes began to It hurts, and the head is confused like a filthy quagmire.
The cold wind howled, and Mu Xinsi exhausted her strength and blinked her eyes hard. Then, the woman in front of her disappeared from her field of vision.
Everything has returned to its original appearance, and the people in the courtyard have disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion of Mu Xinsi. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her heart beating rapidly, as if it was about to spit out of her throat. However, before Mu Xinsi's breath was over, she felt a pair of cold and sticky hands hold her cheeks, and the bloody and white-boned face slowly stretched out to her eyes from the side of her ears, smiling. He asked her, "I can take it off for you too, okay?"
The moment she heard this voice, Mu Xinsi felt that something in her body was broken, her body became dead silent, and all the sounds disappeared.
At this moment, her life finally returned to peace.
He Huaian went for a run to get the umbrella, which was placed next to the toilet. It only took three minutes for him to come back.
It's only been three minutes, so surely nothing will happen to Mou Xinsi.
He Huai'an thought so, but the steps under his feet were still a lot hurried when he came back. He ran back to the house and saw Mu Xinsi looking out the window with a blank expression. Outside the window is the yard, empty and nothing, only the rain curtain formed by the heavy rain, like a bead curtain.
Seeing that Mu Xinsi was fine, He Huaian breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and picked up the luggage, and said, "Xiao Si, let's go."
Mu Xinsi didn't move.
"Xiao Si?" He Huai'an thought she didn't hear her, and her voice became louder.
Mou Xinsi still didn't move.
A terrible premonition struck He Huai'an's heart. He stepped forward, shook his hands, patted Mu Xinsi's arm lightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Si, what's the matter with you?"
Mu Xinsi calmly looked out the window, there seemed to be something in the rain curtain that absorbed all her thoughts. No matter how He Huai'an shouted, she couldn't make her react.
"Xiao Si!!!" He Huai'an panicked after realizing that something was wrong with Mu Xinsi. He called Mu Xinsi's name, held her cheek tightly, and shook her body, trying to get her from a stiff state. ease up.
Mu Xinsi finally reacted, her eyelids trembled violently, her throat made a terrified uh uh, and then as if she had seen something, her pupils shrank abruptly and began to expand.
He Huaian had seen a dead person, so he naturally knew what a dead person's eyes looked like. He watched as Mu Xinsi's pupils lost the color of life, slowly began to spread, and the eyelids slowly drooped. She was originally stiff. The body softened quickly, like a puddle of boneless flesh, piled in front of He Huaian's eyes.
"Mu Xinsi, Mu Xinsi!!!" He Huai'an called her name in horror, dropped her to the ground, and began to press her chest hard, constantly doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation to wake her up. However, his actions and common sense were all in vain at this time.
Mu Xinsi's skin gradually became cold, and her pulse, heartbeat, and breathing all stopped.
In just three minutes, she became a cold corpse in a place He Huaian couldn't see.
He Huai'an stopped moving, no longer trying to press Mu Xinsi's chest, but slowly sat on the ground, he turned his head blankly, and saw the courtyard behind him, there was nothing there, only a curtain of pouring rain. .
Why did Mou Xinsi stare at the yard before she died? Could it be that something existed there that took her life
He Huaian couldn't understand why.
Mou Xinsi's body lay quietly on the ground, fear and stiffness disappeared from her body, she became peaceful, her body was soft and calm, as if she had just entered a peaceful deep sleep. He Huai'an picked her up and carefully placed her on the bed.
I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, when he regained consciousness again, he heard someone calling his name. He Huaian raised his head and saw the village chief's face. The village chief also saw the girl who lost her life on the bed. There was some sadness in his eyes, and he whispered, "Young man, what's wrong with your friend?"
"She's dead." He Huaian heard his own voice.
"Dead? How did you die?" asked the village chief.
"I don't know." He Huai'an said woodenly, "When I came back, she was already dead."
"Oh, I told you to leave early." The village chief glanced at Mu Xinsi, and there was some pity in his eyes, and sighed, "Look at this poor child..."
He Huaian didn't know what to say, he seemed unable to think for a while.
The village chief whispered, "What are you going to do next?"
"I don't know." He Huai'an said blankly, "I don't know either."
"Would you like to have something to eat first?" said the village chief, "I made chicken soup..."
He Huaian whispered: "No, I want to watch her here and wait for my friend to come back, thank you for your kindness."
"People are iron rice or steel, and you can't do it if you don't eat it." The village chief said, "You wait here, I'll bring you something to eat." Get He Huaian some food.
He Huai'an didn't say good or bad, but he suddenly remembered something and said hesitantly, "Village Chief, someone was hanged at our door yesterday. Do you know that person?"
The village chief paused and asked vaguely, "Where are the people?"
"The body is in the main room, didn't you see it?" He Huai'an asked suspiciously.
"I didn't pay attention." The village chief said, "You stay here, I'll go take a look first."
The grandfather of the He family is an old man in Sanshui Village. He is 86 years old this year. He had two children, a boy and a girl, who both died unfortunately. Fortunately, he learned medical skills when he was young and cured many villagers' minor problems, so he can be regarded as a highly respected person.
Jiang Ruonan said that after the strange things happened in the village, the grandfather of the He family had always resisted the village chief asking for help from people outside, saying that the people in the village had angered the mountain gods and caused disasters to come. At first, the villagers didn't take these words of Grandpa He to heart, until things got out of control, and more and more people began to feel that what Grandpa He said was right.
Because he is the only doctor in the village, almost all the dead people have to see him there, so he is also the only person in the village who has a record of all the deaths of the villagers. Jiang Ruonan told Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo where Grandpa He's family lived, and walked away with water.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo went to the place she mentioned and met the grandfather of the He family.
But they were unlucky today and couldn't get in, because there happened to be a funeral procession. The one who came out of the house and walked to the end of the procession was an old man, leaning on a cane and looking gloomy. In the rain curtain, although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could vaguely feel the deadness belonging to the elderly from his body.
Today is another heavy rain, and the funeral procession is much quieter. No one was carrying the coffin anymore, but people were wrapped in cloth. There are too many people here, Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia did not dare to go up because they were afraid of clashing with the villagers. It just happened that it was getting late, so they wanted to come over tomorrow when there were fewer people.
The two returned to the village chief's house in the heavy rain. Although Song Qingluo tried to wrap herself tightly, her hair was still wet. When they entered the house, Lin Banxia first went to find a dry towel. Helping Song Qingluo wipe the water stains on her hair, she said, "Would you like to bake it? Your face is not very good-looking."
"It's okay." Song Qingluo said, "It's a little cold." He half-drooped his black eyes, looking a little more tired than usual.
Lin Banxia said, "The village chief is definitely back. The coffins in the courtyard and the corpses in the main room are gone."
Song Qingluo said, "En."
"I just don't know if He Huaian and the others have left." Lin Banxia said, "Would you like to go take a look?"
Song Qingluo said, "Alright."
Next, the two went to He Huai'an and Mu Xinsi's room. Seeing that the house was empty, Lin Banxia breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that he has left."
"No." Song Qingluo's expression changed, "They didn't leave."
Lin Banxia was taken aback.
Song Qingluo pointed to the corner of the room and saw that there was a suitcase there, the one that Mu Xinsi brought with him.
"They didn't leave?" Lin Banxia immediately became nervous, "Did something happen?"
Song Qingluo frowned: "Find them separately."
The two of them searched in the yard. Fortunately, the yard was not big. Lin Banxia soon found He Huaian in another room, but before he could relax, he noticed that He Huaian's expression was not right.
"What happened?" Lin Banxia asked He Huaian after entering the house.
"Mu Xinsi is dead." He Huaian whispered.
Lin Banxia thought she had heard it wrong, and asked again incredulously, "What did you say? What happened to Mu Xinsi?"
"Mu Xinsi is dead." He Huai'an said, looking behind him, Lin Banxia followed his gaze and saw Mu Xinsi lying on the bed, motionless.
Lin Banxia's heart suddenly became cold, and she walked to Mu Xinsi's side in a few steps. Mu Xinsi closed her eyes and looked peaceful, not like she was dead, but in deep sleep. However, when Lin Banxia carefully probed for her pulse, the only hope left was shattered. Mou Xinsi's wrist was cold, and her pulse had stopped beating—she was indeed dead.
"What's the matter? What happened?" Lin Banxia turned to look at He Huaian.
"I don't know, I don't know." He Huaian's smile was so bitter that it seemed like he was about to cry, "When we were about to leave, I went to the yard to get two umbrellas, and when I came back, She won't be able to…”
Lin Banxia said, "Why... can't it work?"
"I don't know." He Huai'an repeated these three words, shaking his head, "I don't know what happened to her, all I know is that she kept staring at the yard, and then she fell down?"
Lin Banxia didn't understand either. If Mou Xinsi saw something terrifying and was scared to death, then at least some features of being scared to death appeared on her face, but at this time, her face was calm, as if she was in peace. The general died in his sleep.
"What happened to Mu Xinsi?" Just as Lin Banxia was thinking, Song Qingluo also came. After he entered the room, his eyes also fell on Mu Xinsi, who was no longer angry.
"Dead." He Huai'an repeated again.
Song Qingluo glanced at him, but didn't ask why. She walked directly to Mu Xinsi, briefly checked her vital signs, and said calmly, "Please describe what happened to me in detail."
He Huaian said: "Okay..."
Then, he repeated everything after Song Qingluo and the others left. When it was mentioned that the village chief appeared after Mu Xinsi died, Song Qingluo frowned slightly and said, "The village chief is here? He is here now. where?"
"I don't know, he left after cooking for me." He Huaian said, "I don't know where he is either."
"Have you eaten yet?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Not yet." He Huai'an said, "I have no appetite."
"Don't touch the food in the village, including the water." Song Qingluo said, "There may be something wrong with the things here. I have a general idea now, and I need to confirm it tomorrow. Tonight... you sleep with us. Bar."
"What about Mu Xinsi?" He Huai'an asked blankly, "She's afraid of the dark, so she can't be left alone in the room..."
Song Qingluo said, "It's alright, just put her in our house. I'm not afraid, are you afraid?"
He Huaian smiled bitterly: "What is there to be afraid of dead people." What is scary is the unknown things that make them die.
Although Song Qingluo had a premonition of danger and asked He Huaian to send Mu Xinsi away as soon as possible, it was still a step too late. It didn't take a moment for the unknown to take Mu Xinsi's life. She was still young and should have a better future.
The night was getting darker, and the village chief had not come back. The three of them had no intention of eating, but in order to maintain their strength, they reluctantly ate some compressed biscuits they carried with them to satisfy their hunger.
Mu Xinsi's body was wrapped in a quilt by Lin Banxia and placed in the corner of the room. The three of them didn't talk much when they slept, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.
He Huai'an was lying on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned, and all that appeared in his mind was the picture of Mu Xinsi staring blankly at the courtyard in the morning. What did she see to cause her sudden death? Do those things lose their lives just by looking at them? So the villagers here died so bizarrely? He Huaian should have calmed down, but he found that he couldn't. No matter how many times, he still couldn't deal with the death of his companion calmly. This was probably the biggest gap between the recorder and the monitor.
The recorders are just ordinary human beings who are afraid and fearful, and their only use is to leave all the information they know before they die to pave the way for those who come later. And the monitors are the puzzle solvers who use this information to solve the puzzle, and only they can guard those heretical things that come from the dark. Thinking of this, He Huaian rubbed his dry eyes heavily.
The rain outside the window seemed to never stop, and the air was filled with moist water vapor and the unpleasant musty smell on the bedding. He Huai'an heard even breathing sounds, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo were both asleep, and they seemed to be sleeping well, not even moving.
He Huai'an carefully glanced at his mobile phone screen. It was already three in the morning. If he didn't sleep, it would be dawn. He thought for a while, then sat up slowly from the bed, without shoes on, he just fumbled around like a blind man, and when he got to the table, he wanted to drink some water to relax his mood. The table was next to the bed, and it was easy to find. He Huai'an carefully walked to the table and found the water bottle on the table.
As soon as He Huai'an opened the lid, he heard a muffled rumbling sound in his ears... There was thunder. He glanced at the yard in a conditioned reflex. It was pitch black outside the window, and there was no light source at all, as if there was a black cloth covering the window, and nothing could be seen.
A bright lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, pulled out a long golden thread, and also illuminated the dark courtyard. He Huaian, who was drinking water, seemed to have seen something. He thought he was wrong, and was a little confused, so he His face was closer to the glass. There was another dazzling lightning bolt. He Huai'an saw that a pale face appeared outside the dark window. The owner of the face pressed his cheek against the glass. There was only a fist distance between the two. .
"Ah!" He Huaian was frightened and took a few steps to the back. When he looked at the window again, the face was gone. Seeing this scene, He Huaian hurried out of the house. , but the dark yard was empty and nothing.
"What's wrong?" This movement woke up the sleeping Lin Banxia. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw He Huai'an standing at the door with a look of panic.
"I seem to have seen the village chief just now." Although he was frightened, He Huai'an still clearly remembered the owner of that face, "It was the village chief I saw during the day."
"The village chief?" Lin Banxia asked in confusion, "What is he doing here?"
"I don't know." He Huai'an whispered, "I woke up and saw that he was peeking behind the window. When he chased out, the man was gone. Is that man really the village chief? He ran outside our window. What are you looking at? Are you worried that something happened to us too?"
Naturally, Lin Banxia couldn't answer He Huai'an's series of questions, and felt that the village chief felt very bad. On the contrary, Song Qingluo said softly, "Go to sleep first, and talk about it tomorrow." His tone was soothing.
"Okay..." He Huaian returned to the bed in despair and wrapped himself in the quilt. After he did this, he realized that at this time, he seemed a bit like Mu Xinsi last night...
The author has something to say:
Lin Banxia: These things that hurt others are too much. I never hurt others.
Song Qingluo: Look at your house number and say it again
No. 1303: woo woo woo woo, I tried my best to scare you, but I made wedding dresses for other coquettish goods! !
Lin Banxia: 0.0
Thick, writing this suddenly reminded me of an incident that happened to me when I was a child. When I was walking past a building, all the dogs in that building suddenly started barking, and then four men carried a stretcher from the building. When I came out, I happily ran behind those people. Later, my mother told me that the one I was carrying was a dead child... Childhood shadow.
Re-explain the dice again, there are two dice with a total of ten sides 0-9, one represents the tens digit, and the other represents the single digit. You can roll 00-99, and 00 represents 100. I said that 0-100 is bug, fixed it