Everyone fell into silence.
A thick cool air came up from the soles of his feet. Cheng Xin opened his mouth, he really wanted to question the village chief and all the loopholes in his words. However, the village chief's expression told him that none of what he said was true.
In the end, it was Yan Chuchu who asked the question first.
"Which thing do you mean by that thing?" Yan Chuchu asked, "Is that thing three years ago the cause of all heart-poaching incidents?"
Under the questioning of everyone, the village head finally told the whole story of what happened three years ago.
It turned out that in the past, besides the Wang family, there was also a Ren family among the wealthy in the village. During the period of reform and opening up, the eldest son of the Wang family in the north of the village went to pull trucks, made his first money, and opened a transportation company. Although the eldest son married a daughter-in-law in the city and never returned to the countryside, he also built a house for his family and bought land, so he became rich and honored until today.
The Ren family in the south of the village is even more dramatic. The father of the Ren family, Ren Guodong, is lame, while his wife suffers from chronic kidney disease. The two of them can be regarded as broken pots and bad covers, and they have been supported by the villagers. Their youngest son inherited their weak and sickly physique, and he has been a medicine jar since he was a child. Fortunately, the eldest daughter not only did not inherit the diseases of her parents, she was smart and especially beautiful.
Her name is Ren Chun.
"Ren Chun..." Chu Tianshu chewed on the name, almost at that moment, he remembered the little grave bag he saw last night.
Because of her poor family background, Ren Chun is not like other girls in the village who can afford beautiful floral skirts and tie hairbands with bows. She always wears washed-out blue trousers and a frayed white top. With a white handkerchief tied into her ponytail, she walked through the streets and alleys of Jiangcun, with her chin raised, looking straight ahead, holding a bottle of vinegar or a packet of salt in her hand.
She is not rich, but she has radiant white skin, a beautiful neck like a swan, and her fleshy calves exposed under the short blue trousers. She didn't speak, and she didn't look back. But the eyes of all boys or men will always stop on her. It stopped when she moved lightly with her two calves, and swayed her ponytail in rhythm with the back of her head.
The long ponytail was always swaying on the field road, and the place where the ponytail swayed was the place where all the boys from Jiangcun gathered. They followed Ren Chun in groups, stepped on the road she had stepped on, and compiled their own and her stories in their dreams and in the crowd.
However, Ren Chun doesn't look at anyone, facing this world of flowers that are flocking to her, she is as cold as a cold plum. The only men she smiled at were her father Ren Guodong and her younger brother Ren Qiu.
When Ren Chun was fifteen years old, her life changed drastically. Father Ren took his wife to the city to see a doctor, bought a lottery ticket on the way back, and the family finally got lucky.
After winning two million yuan, Ren Chun finally put on a white dress with embroideries, not the blue pants that had been washed whitish. She was able to go to the city to study, and her mother got proper treatment. With the eager expectation of the villagers, the Ren family finally opened a flour mill in the village, employing unemployed villagers as workers. However, only one year later, the flour mill closed down due to poor management. In the end, Father Ren died in a dust explosion. Along with the dust explosion, there are still many villagers' harvests that year.
"Ren's mother went crazy after the bombing. In order to pay off her debts, Ren Chun dropped out of school and went to work in the city. Many people saw her in the city dressed up in a coquettish manner, wearing a red dress, holding the hand of a middle-aged man in the city. Walking in the mall... Later she returned to the village to pay back the money, quarreled with her younger brother at night, drank too much wine when she went out, fell into the lake and drowned." The village chief said in a trembling voice.
On the third day after her death, the villagers who got up to work in the morning saw her body on the lake. She was still wearing the white dress she brought back from the city, no longer wrapped in a white handkerchief, her long black hair was floating in the pond like seaweed, floating...
And her snow-white skirt is also like a white lotus flower, petal by petal fluctuating with the waves, up and down.
Because of her violent death and her fornication, she is not worthy of entering the village cemetery. Her younger brother Ren Qiu begged for a long time, so that her sister had a small grave on the edge of the cemetery.
On the day of Ren Chun's burial, only Ren Qiu knelt in front of Ren Chun's grave. He knew that Ren Chun hated himself.
If it wasn't for the quarrel, Ren Chun shouldn't have run away from home.
If it wasn't for his illness... If it wasn't for his drag on Ren Chun, Ren Chun wouldn't have returned to the village at all.
Nor would she have fallen into the deep, dark green pond that night.
But now, she who sank into the pond is going to take everyone...to hell.
"Someone heard the quarrel between Ren Chun and Ren Qiu that night. Ren Chun said that everyone in this world has a dark heart, and ran out of the house after speaking..." The village head recalled the scene at that time, "After she died, These things happened one after another, and Taoist Master Qingxu in the Taoist temple said that there are fierce ghosts at work."
"Taoist Master Qingxu?" Zhang Minge asked.
"Daoist Qingxu came to Jiangcun 30 years ago. With the help of the Wang family, he practiced Qingxu Temple and practiced in it. During this period of time, he should be in retreat." The village chief said, "That's what he said, all kinds of things in the village, It's all because of ghosts..."
"That's Ren Chun." Zhang Minge was thoughtful, "Before he died, he was tortured and resentful after death. He really has the potential to become a ghost... Moreover, there are blood relatives still alive."
"So Ren Chun is the heart-digging ghost?" Cheng Xin asked, "She was born in February and died in August, so every two months, there will be heart-digging incidents?"
The village head nodded: "Yes, at the beginning, one incident happened every few days, and after the third incident, people like you will enter the village. After that, numbers will appear above people's heads, and each number represents One day, after the number is cleared, those marked people will die one by one. The tasks of those people before are the same as you... "
Hearing his words, Ji Nanquan felt his hair stand on end for a moment.
In the past, more or less, he always felt that he was the chosen one, and it was due to the arrangement of fate that he came to play this game. Therefore, he always looked at those npcs with a condescending attitude, watching himself dominate their fate.
However, this time he realized for the first time that he was just one of the tasks on the assembly line, just like every tin can that thought he was unique, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was just lying on the cold conveyor belt, surrounded by countless and It's the exact same can, all infused with the same pork by the same mechanical arm...
It was an indescribable fear of suddenly discovering that I was just a part.
However, Lin Huai beside him didn't feel this kind of creepy fear at all. He admired: "No wonder you received us so well. It turns out that you have gained experience in the reception. I said that the facilities inside are quite complete, and it didn't happen overnight..."
Ji Nanquan: ...
Obviously, even if Lin Huai is a tin can, it is a tin can that is confident that the pork it contains is worth 60 yuan a catty due to the price increase, which is different from the pork contained in other cans...
"But why do you all say that ghost is Ren Chun?" Chu Tianshu straightened up.
Several people looked at each other because of his sudden question. Cheng Xin asked: "Otherwise?"
"Has anyone seen her kill someone? Why must that ghost be Ren Chun?" Chu Tianshu asked, "There is still a presumption of guilt in court, you here..."
"Chen Du has seen that ghost before." The village head said oldly, "Although basically, everyone who saw her died, but he was the only one who survived temporarily. Even though it was far away, he could still see it , Li Gui is a young woman... only the joints of her whole body are twisted and broken."
Everyone fell silent, for a long time, Chu Tianshu asked again: "Then why did she dig out her heart?"
"No... what have you been arguing about since just now?" Ji Nanquan complained, "The ghost is Ren Chun, isn't that obvious?"
"From the perspective of criminal psychology, I think it is difficult for a girl, a beautiful girl, to choose the way of digging her heart even after she becomes a female ghost... and the way of digging her heart will not easily dye her skirt red Is it?" Chu Tianshu scratched his head, "Since she likes to wear white skirts so much, even after she dies, she doesn't necessarily want the gushing blood to dye her favorite clothes red?"
"... So why on earth do you want to think from the perspective of Li Gui?" Ji Nanquan patted the table, "And for Li Gui, wouldn't it be better to dye his clothes red!"
"I just think it's one thing to be strong, but another thing to be aesthetically pleasing." Chu Tianshu emphasized, "Not everyone is willing to change from a young British boy with no nose, no hair, and uttering ' Hey hey hey' laugh big boss's... "
"Always feel like you're insinuating about someone who can't even say their name..."
"Actually speaking, there is one thing that I am also very curious about." Liao Guan asked puzzled, "Why did Ren Chun choose to poach his heart?"
Sensing everyone's eyes on her, Liao Guan quickly waved his hand: "I'm not saying... say something horrible, I just think, there are so many ways to kill people, why choose to gouge people's hearts? There are still many things that can be dug, such as intestines, brains... "
Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from Lin Huai's direction.
Liao looked in Lin Huai's direction, and saw that he made a grasping motion with his hand, blinked his beautiful black eyes and said, "Think about it in another place, it's to see the color of the heart."
"If I were her, I would also want to dig out the hearts of the people in the village to see what color it is." Lin Huai said lightly, "The grave is suppressed by the mahogany card, but it can still be so powerful, or this Ren Chun is a A once-in-a-century hero, or—"
He looked at the village chief.
"You concealed her death." Lin Huai sneered, "What made her have such a strong resentment? Ordinary ghosts can't do such a thing..."
"This..." the village chief wiped the sweat off his head, "She..."
"Forget it, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Lin Huai said with little interest, "Go ahead."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, but no matter how they looked at it, everyone felt that he meant "please continue your performance", not "please continue the event statement".
"...Ren Chun hates the people in the village, she hates everyone. She hates those people for forcing debts, causing their family to go to a dead end... She, she wants to take revenge on each of us..." The old voice of the village chief was faint in the air echoed.
"...But, it's not the fault of the villagers." Cheng Xin argued, "It's not the villagers who forced them to a dead end. The explosion of the flour mill is something no one wants to see. And the villagers' harvest in a year is 100% If you don’t, you will inevitably be angry.”
"Besides, as a college student, she should have more ways to make money." Ji Nanquan also said hotly, "Why do you have to sell your body with a sugar daddy? This kind of woman who doesn't love herself will die even if she dies." She deserved it, but she felt sorry for her younger brother, and she had to stay and be talked about by the villagers."
Ruan Tian also nodded: "That's right... If it were me, even if I were... I wouldn't sell my body."
Yan Chuchu flattened her mouth: "What age is it that you still engage in discrimination? It is her ability to make money, so why gossip about others behind her back? And who said she must have sold her body?"