In the darkness, you can vaguely see hopeless black holes in all directions.
The next second, all the Yin spirits burst out with a roar, frantically biting down at Qin Ye.
Layer by layer, in circles, countless Yin spirits forcibly formed a pile of people several meters high around Qin Ye. The charred corpse was squirming and roaring. Carved. The maggots outside crawled inside, and the inside screamed and bit frantically.
Ghosts dance.
In this darkness, suddenly, a sneering voice sounded: "Do you know... Horror movies are not scary when ghosts come out."
The next second, a vast yin qi burst out, and the shock wave swept through the audience. The countless ghosts pressing on Qin Ye's body burst out with shrill screams. Immediately afterwards, it was blown up like bullets in all directions.
"Ha—" "Ah—" The hoarse ghost cry made the top of my heart tremble. At the same time, pop... pop... the light bulb that just went out came on again.
Qin Ye still hasn't changed completely, wearing a judge's clothes, his body is still a human body. Glancing over, the entire factory... was empty.
Nothing at all.
As if it was just an illusion.
Countless overcast winds drifted virtually, and the urn and steamer were still bubbling with cold steam. It's just... Countless pages of paper were scattered on the ground.
He hooked his hand lightly, and all the pages flew in front of him.
"So strong resentment..." As soon as he started, even his fingertips felt slightly cold. The pages are torn and yellowed. It was filled with words scattered over and over, but it was not a pen but a pencil. I don't know how many years have passed, but it still looks like it was just written.
"December 11, 1947. Sunny."
"I want to die." The first sentence made the corners of Qin Ye's eyes jump. Even if it was a single line, he could feel the despair above.
"When is a day like this... It's already the twelfth lunar month, I can't even wear warm clothes, but every day when I work in the silk reeling factory is the warmest time... I can't eat enough, I can't see hope... In my stomach children like never grow up..."
This is a female worker in a silk reeling factory, and she should be a very literate female worker.
Qin Ye continued to read: "Life is meaningless, I am worried every day. If I let that devil know that I am pregnant with a child, I will not be able to continue working here... Every day I go to work with my stomach tightened. Although it is hard here, but It's the only place I can make a living, and I have parents to support... I can't lose my job! Even if it's for the Japanese!"
"What about a stunted child during pregnancy... I don't want to think about it anymore, days like this are like endless hell. Every day... It's repeated every day, numb and desperate, I'm afraid... I'm so afraid... The devil said it without knowing it All the sisters in my group will be fired, if I let them know that I am pregnant with a child... I... I really don't dare to think... "
Qin Ye turned the page with a calm expression, he had seen too many similar life and death farewells, and he did not feel the waves.
However, on the next page, a person's handwriting was changed.
"December 23, 1947, overcast."
"Yu Lishan is pregnant with a child! It must be like this!"
This person's handwriting is sharper than the previous one, as if to highlight the apprehension, fear, and hesitation in his heart: "What should I do... What should I do!"
"If we let that devil know, we won't even have a chance to work here! I don't want to tell her! I let her go by herself, and she doesn't say anything, just cry. I also know that he has a pair of sixty Disabled parents next year, but... I have parents too!"
"I also have a six-year-old daughter! Now this world... It's a hell where the sun doesn't see the light. There is still something to eat here. If the twelfth lunar month leaves here... I may not be able to survive this winter!"
"But... her belly is getting bigger and bigger, how long will it last? Once the devil finds out, even we have to leave together! I don't want this!"
Qin Ye was slightly stunned.
He originally thought that this was a silk reeling factory persecuted by the invaders and burned to death collectively. But... A different picture has been made up in his mind.
human nature.
This thing is unpredictable, it can be as majestic as the Virgin, or it can be as vile as a robber.
Someone once said that the first nature of man is selfishness, and he has no objection. No matter how stalwart you are, you have to take good care of yourself before you can talk to everyone.
"The so-called devil should be the Japanese army who supervises the silk reeling factory." He sighed softly and turned to the third page: "Although I really don't want to say it, it may be what I think. But there seems to be no other explanation. If It is the persecuted female worker. With the establishment of the Xinhua Kingdom, all hatred should be dissipated, and now it is still here, obviously there is another hidden meaning... tsk... people... It's really complicated... "
On the third page, another person's handwriting was changed.
"February 13, 1948. Overcast."
"Yu Lishan is pregnant with a child... Her belly has begun to show... The sisters in the same group are all worried. Even the group leader talked to her, she... Kneeled down in front of everyone, begging us not to tell the devil. Said to leave as soon as the weather warmed up. I… don't know what to do."
"We also have a family, and we also have parents and children. But... seeing Yu Lishan kowtow, the blood came out, we... still softened."
"It will almost warm up in April, and there is still more than a month. It should be... nothing wrong, right?"
Swipe... Qin Ye continued to scroll down: "February 18, 1948, clear."
"Oh my god! That devil noticed her! Although she has tried her best to cover her up, but... but the supervising traitors have begun to ask the team leader what the hell is going on!!"
"The team leader held a meeting with us alone, and it can't be delayed! She has to go! I don't want to, but I don't want to live in this kind of anxiety every day! Even if I go on like this, I will be crazy!"
"But it's too late! In the afternoon, the devil himself came to the scene..."
Next page: "February 24, 1948. Rain."
"Yu Lishan is dead..."
This is the beginning of the sentence. The shape of the page is a little irregular, with a little bump. Qin Ye touched it with his hand, and after a moment of indulgence, he knew that it was tears.
Tears fall on poor quality paper and take this shape when it dries. People who have written letters before have had similar experiences.
"It's scary... I'm going crazy! I'm leaving... I'm leaving here in the spring! These Japanese are not human at all! They are demons! Demons!!!"
Four exclamation marks in a row, the paper is torn, which shows how excited the person who wrote the letter is at the moment.
"The dormitory was covered with quilts, and everyone was writing diaries. But no one spoke... It's just today... daytime..." Qin Ye seemed to be able to see a woman trembling under the quilt, suppressing the fear in her heart, in the dark night The appearance of writing this diary: "The devil is here, he... He actually killed Yu Lishan in front of us!!"
"It's not like that... It's not like that! We just want her to leave! We didn't think about letting her die! Who told the secret? Who told the devil about it!"
"And... and that devil! He, he actually opened up Yu Lishan's stomach in public! He took out that baby! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The pages on the back were all scratched, and even Qin Ye frowned in that bloody scene.
Because the person who wrote the diary is too emotional, this page ends here. But turning to the next page, it was still her handwriting.
"It's a dead baby." The other party's emotions seemed to calm down, and the handwriting became much softer. "Because Yu Lishan strangled too much to avoid being discovered, so... that baby had already suffocated in her stomach. It was a baby girl. I I will always remember that scene for the rest of my life, a bluish-purple baby, directly... thrown into the scalding water of the silk reeling pool by that demon..."
"He's not a human... He doesn't deserve to be a human being! He... actually let us continue to reel! With... that pool of water! He won't get anything good, and he will definitely go to hell when he dies! I believe that King Yama won't just watch this. One scene! I believe there is justice in the world!!”
The diary ends abruptly here.
However, there are dozens of pages left.
Qin Ye was a little puzzled, these are "information from the dead." Any Yin spirit, once obsessed with it, will desperately leave behind something similar. These things tend to come in the order and time of the events, which is also the first evidence of the smuggling investigation. But... looking at these diaries, it seems... just the beginning
He looked carefully. Yet the next page... only two words.
"There's a ghost!!"
Nothing but that.
On the next page, there are almost crazy handwriting: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts! There are really ghosts!! Ahhh! I don't want to stay any longer! I'm going crazy!!"
He flipped through the pages quickly, followed by a dozen sheets, all of which were similar to "Haunted... Really haunted... But the devil blocked the door. Let's not leave until we finish work!!" "Haunted... I know. ... It's them, they're back! Today is her first seven!" "There are ghosts!"
Brushing and pulling, he turned the pages quickly, and after knowing fifteen pages, he finally saw a piece of paper full of words.
However, this paper is a little different.
The top half is text, and the bottom half is full of blood.
"March 12, 1948, overcast. Night, twelve o'clock."
The handwriting trembled uncontrollably, as if the author was desperately suppressing the fear in his heart: "The next one will be me... I know, the next one must be me... "
"It's all dead... Yu Lishan's group is all dead! I'm the last... ghost... there really is a ghost... Every night, I live in this room where twenty people died... I'm the only one. I can feel it. … I can really feel it! When I lay down, beside my bed, there must be a baby… A dead baby, a dead baby thrown into boiling water. Quietly… staring at me with black glasses… a look Just one night…”
"Because I get up every morning! I can see the baby on the head of the bed!!!!"
"I'm afraid to go to the toilet... I'm afraid to talk... I've left the lights on all night... I'm afraid I say something and the baby will start crying... I'm afraid to wake it up... But, but tonight! I closed the window Time! But I saw, saw a pair of eyes! Look at me behind my back!!!!"
"Is that a reflection? I don't know, I just know... There's something in this house... a ghost! She's coming to claim her life! Yu Lishan's family is coming to claim her life!! I shouldn't have told that demon that she was pregnant! I just I want her to go!!"