Wei Fuyuan: "???"
He wanted to ask me why I was stupid? But he didn't want to admit defeat easily, his eyes swept over the buildings of "Xuanmen Village" that had not been abandoned one by one, and suddenly patted his thigh: "Ah!"
he exclaimed:
"I know where they live!"
He suddenly realized that he reached out and pointed to the hillside:
"They live in those two rooms, right!"
After careful observation, Wei Fuyuan found the clue.
Although I don't know how much time is different between the "Xuanmen Village" in this fragmented space and the Xuanmen Village in the time and space where they are located, but as long as you take a closer look, you can see that the arrangement of the houses in the village is actually the same as his. There is almost no difference in the abandoned village where I stayed.
Combined with the clues that Ayun had mentioned in the hotline, Wei Fuyuan finally understood why Beiquan laughed at him for being "so stupid" - the missing teachers and students should of course sleep in the two rooms they once stayed in in!
Beiquan smiled and nodded.
For some reason, Wei Fuyuan saw the elder-like kindness in his boss's eyes, as if a father was relieved to see his silly son finally enlightened.
Wei Fuyuan felt a little unhappy for some reason.
He suddenly found that he was not happy to be looked down upon by Beiquan.
- The difference between the two of them is at most five or six years old, why does he always look at me with this childish look!
Xuanmen Village is not big, and it only takes a few minutes to walk from the river to the two connected courtyards on the hillside of the village.
Young Master Wei's vaguely unhappy entanglement has not yet been resolved, and the two have already walked to the two small courtyards.
Beiquan chose the one on the left.
The fence gate of the yard was closed, but it was not locked. It was only loosely fastened from the inside with a small wooden stake, and it could be opened with a pull.
"Well, the simple folk customs of not closing the house at night."
Beiquan commented with a smile.
Then he didn't knock on the door at all, just pulled out the small wooden stake used to fasten the door, opened the door and walked straight into the yard.
The courtyard was quiet, and the people living inside didn't seem to get up yet.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stepped over the threshold, entered the small courtyard, and walked straight to the wing on the west side.
I don't know if the west wing is not locked or if all the door locks have no effect on Beiquan. Anyway, he pushed the door lightly and opened the door.
What appeared in front of the two of them was a classic bedroom layout in rural southern Henan that can only be seen in period dramas today.
The lighting in the room is very poor, so even in the early morning, the room is very dark, and you can smell a stale smell unique to the old house. There is a slightly low kang against the wall, and the bed is covered with red and green Old-fashioned bedding in blue tricolor.
I don't know if the location of the kang was intentional, or it was just a mere coincidence. Anyway, as soon as Wei Fuyuan entered the door, he saw two pairs of big feet facing him.
Master Wei frowned uncomfortably.
He couldn't tell if it was some kind of intuition, but he just felt something was wrong with the layout of the room.
"Well, that's really interesting."
At this moment, Beiquan next to him laughed softly.
Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Beiquan.
Beiquan seemed to see his doubts and explained with a smile:
"In many places, especially in rural areas, there is a custom that you must never face the door when sleeping in the house."
Wei Fuyuan pointed towards the house:
"Like this?"
Beiquan nodded:
"The foot is facing the door, which is the way the dead lie down."
Wei Fuyuan: "Fuck!!"
He was taken aback, rushed into the house with a single stride, lifted the thin blanket and went to check the life and death of the two people on the kang.
Two young men were lying on the kang, and at first glance it was the missing person they were looking for.
The two did not wear the hand-sewn native cloth shirts of the villagers. The upper body was a loose printed T-shirt of 30 to 40 yuan, and the bottom was covered with large pants that could walk birds with legs apart. They were completely college boys. Standard attire for the bedroom.
"Hey, are you two still alive!"
Wei Fuyuan grabbed the shoulders of the two with one hand and shook them vigorously.
The two boys were indeed still alive, and they instantly woke up from Wei Fuyuan's vigorous shaking.
They opened their eyes, and their eyes were full of panic and panic, but when the two saw the tall and handsome boy standing in front of them, they were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, and the next second, they rushed over, a left He grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm with the right.
"Someone is here! Someone is here!"
"Great, finally waiting for you!"
"You're here to save us, aren't you!?"
"Are you, a search and rescue team!?"
"We can go out, right!!"
"Great, take us away!!"
The two young people didn't care about Wei Fuyuan's wet body at all, and when they touched the water in their hands, it was as if the drowning person had caught a life-saving straw.
"Don't make any noise!!"
Wei Fuyuan got a headache from the trouble and shouted to stop them.
"We are indeed here to find you."
At this time, Beiquan outside the door raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, and then Shi Shiran walked into the room:
"But if you want to get out of here, we can't just rely on us."
"Now, please tell me, how many of you are left, and what happened these days."
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About fifteen minutes later, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, who had changed their wet clothes, returned to the west wing of this small courtyard.
In addition to the two of them, there are four students, two men and two women, who are all the survivors.
Among the four, one of the boys was named Pan Xiaoyun, the monitor of the sixth class of the photography department.
As soon as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan heard him speak, they immediately concluded that this person was the male student who called "Thriller Night Talk" two days ago.
Because his voice is so unique, it's the kind of flat drake voice that seems to have not left the period of voice change, and once you hear it, you won't admit it wrong.
It's just that Pan Xiaoyun obviously didn't know that he had unconsciously called "Thriller Night Talk" for help, and Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan would not specifically tell him about it.
The other boy's name is Rosen.
This man is tall and thin, and his appearance is unremarkable. Beiquan has read his profile and knows that his personality is a little dull, but he has a good temper. His grades and photography works are only at the middle and lower level in the class, and he is completely thrown into others. Types that cannot be found in the heap.
As for the two girls who are still alive, one is Liu Lingling and the other is Huang Lan. They are both roommates and close girlfriends.
The two of them originally lived in a yard next door.
When the girls were suddenly woken up by Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, their first reaction was the same as that of the two boys, thinking that they could finally get out of this deadly cycle.
But then Liu Lingling and Huang Lan learned that although they were reinforcements, they couldn't take them away immediately, so they broke down and hugged each other and cried a lot. They cried for about ten minutes before they calmed down. down.
"Okay, let's talk about your experience in the past few days."
Beiquan had already inquired with a few village women just now, and there was still more than an hour before the so-called sacrificial ceremony, which was enough for them to sort out the clues at hand.
Upon hearing this question, the four students couldn't wait to tell what they had seen and heard, and the scene was very chaotic.
Beiquan raised his hand to stop this inefficient communication, and pointed to Pan Xiaoyun, who was the monitor, "Xiao Pan, let's talk about it."
The other three silently shut up.
Pan Xiaoyun swallowed hard and sat up straight:
"We've been here for four days... no, five days..."
Beiquan: "Is it four days or five days?"
Pan Xiaoyun thought for a while: "If you don't count the night you slept in the deserted village, it should have been four nights, and now is the fifth day."
Beiquan nodded, thinking that although the time in this fragmented space kept repeating, the passing speed was exactly the same as reality.
"At first, I thought we had crossed."
Pan Xiaoyun made an opening remarks with a spirit of having fun in the midst of hardship, and then said:
"But soon, I found out that it's not like that at all."
According to Pan Xiaoyun, they originally planned to stay in Xuanmen Village for one night, sleep well, and then take the car back down the mountain after dawn.
Unexpectedly, they were woken up by a group of villagers who rushed into the room and dragged them to the river to watch some festival without saying a word.
"It was chaotic and we were all petrified."
Pan Xiaoyun said:
"I struggled to resist, trying to find out what happened, but those people didn't pay attention to my question at all, and I couldn't get rid of them, I had to be dragged all the way to the river by them, watching them throw paper into the river people… "
"and many more."
Beiquan interrupted him again:
"How did you arrange your accommodation the night you were in the deserted village?"
To this question, Pan Xiaoyun answered very succinctly, obviously thinking about it:
"The night we first came to the deserted village, the four of us stayed in this larger room..."
Rosen, who was sitting beside him, also nodded.
"Old Song... I mean Teacher Song, he lives alone in the smaller room across from him."
After speaking, Pan Xiaoyun looked at Julie and Liu Lingling again:
"I remember you girls live in one room, right?"
The two girls nodded together:
"We lived in the yard next door, so all three slept together because of fear."
Beiquan made a "hmm" sound.
"As a result, a lot of things happened and our numbers were decreasing every day... Everyone was too scared to be apart and stayed together as much as possible at night."
Pan Xiaoyun shuddered, and his voice trembled slightly:
"It didn't work, because no matter where we slept at night, or tried everything we could to stay awake, as soon as it was past midnight, we would immediately lose consciousness."
"Wait until the next day to open my eyes again. I'm sure I'm scattered in the original room again, and I was woken up by a group of villagers who rushed in..."
He glanced at Beiquan timidly, his eyes full of hope:
"Today—the only exception."