Huang Baokun was a little surprised by Qin Ye's question, but he still replied, "Huang Jiansen, the village chief of this generation."
Qin Ye nodded and stood up: "I'll take a step first. There may be other things to help you with."
Li Zhenshu raised her coffee cup with a smile: "I'm quite happy. Don't you plan to rest for a while? That kind of place... I'm afraid I'm afraid to sleep?"
Qin Ye shrugged, and after stepping out the door, he turned into a cloudy wind and disappeared. Ten minutes later, he had already appeared inside the Huangjia Tulou.
It is still a huge locust tree, still a dead corridor, still the rustling of cold clothes in the sky, and the earth building at night, with an extraordinarily depressing silence. It seems that the slightest sound made by oneself will attract the impermanence of life in the dark.
Quan Jinghao looked around with extreme vigilance. He was afraid that Chu Renmei would appear again, and Liu Changmin was also on guard as if he was facing an enemy. Qin Ye gently brushed his fingers along the wall: "Don't be afraid, she will only appear once a night."
"The first night, six hours at night, and so much more, she never showed up again... Did you smell anything?"
Quan Jinghao relaxed a little, sniffled, and said uncertainly, "Scent?"
It is indeed a fragrance, a very strong fragrance.
It's a natural floral fragrance without any additives. Everyone's eyes turned to the locust tree in the courtyard.
This is the first time they have observed the Huangjia Tulou at night. Under the moonlight, all the strange blood-red locust flowers of the locust tree are in full bloom. Mild sweetness, not strong aroma. But now... this huge locust tree, the fragrance is enticing, like a rose blooming in the middle of the night.
This is by no means the scent of locust blossoms.
Qin Ye took the lead in walking towards the courtyard. Turn on the light of the mobile phone, and look around the ground carefully before shaking his head and gently touching the trunk of the tree: "There are no petals, but there are many fallen leaves. This should not be. According to the rules of nature, it is impossible to have no petals... Back!"
The last two words, the voice suddenly rose, and the three of them stepped back in unison. At the moment of leaving, the trunk of the old locust tree unexpectedly... fluctuated like the surface of water!
"Oh... ah..." With a whimper that made one's heart twitch, on the trunk... a human-shaped face was raised!
It was the appearance of a man, very thin, with his mouth wide open, his expression extremely painful. And... not just this one!
The whole tree, like a blown balloon, with painful faces, appeared one by one under the surrounding blood-red lanterns. In just ten seconds, the entire courtyard was full of wailing. They seemed to want to break free, twisted and trembled desperately, but couldn't leave the trunk at all.
Under the moonlit night, hundreds of ghosts howling, the dead attic, the blood-red firelight... All of this makes the hair stand on end!
Qin Ye was already used to seeing big scenes, except that Chu Renmei appeared and shocked him, these dead things really didn't scare him. He looked solemnly face to face, and suddenly stopped: "Look, these faces... Are you familiar with them?"
In front of him, it was Huang Xiaoqing's face!
The trunk was twisted like human skin, and her face was like flesh and blood under the skin, screaming in pain and struggling desperately. It's like a living tree tumor. Very infiltrating.
"It's the woman you saw during the day." Quan Jinghao took a closer look and nodded, "Sir... what's going on?"
Looking up, not only Huang Xiaoqing, but the faces of the whole village are on this tree! Some are still living in the Huangjia Tulou, and the other they have never seen.
Qin Ye didn't speak, and more and more questions came to his mind. Someone imprisoned these souls here, who? Is this person the wicked soul? Why would he do this
Is Chu Renmei possessing herself, is it to kill this person
He felt very close to the answer, but also very far. The front was blurry, and after a long time, he said solemnly, "Find Huang Jiansen first."
He looked up at the dark sky: "He signed the construction contract for the Huangjia Tulou in the 1990s, and it was completely stopped in the 1990s... The signing date was 1995, which means that in 1995, Huangjia Village was still free. In and out. Then... Between 1995 and 2000, something must have happened to make Huangjia Village what it is now."
"Why these five years?" Quan Jinghao said inexplicably: "What if it was 2005? What about 03 and 04? How do you judge it to be exactly 00?"
Qin Ye's wrist flicked, and he gently rubbed the bracelet in his palm. He walked towards the corridor with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "A place of residence will not be without young people. For example, the t-shirt we saw before we came in, it was the pursuit of the late 1990s. Fashionable young people wear. And through our observation in the past two days, there are not many young people in the building."
He glanced at Quan Jinghao: "They will automatically follow the trend, but in 1999, Hallyu... oh, the first generation of Hallyu, HoT, Shinhwa, etc. entered China. The streets and alleys are full of them. , clothing is further diversified. When the millennium is approaching, even the towns of Huaguo are affected by this wind. If it was in 2000, it is impossible to see the clothes related to the Korean wave here. But now... nothing ."
Hallyu is an important symbol of Chinese popular culture. Even... It can be called a kind of node of positioning time.
This is the benefit of fragmented knowledge in life. You never know when you'll use something you've heard before.
He crossed the corridor railing lightly with his hand: "I even think that it was the problem that occurred in the three years from 1995 to 1998."
At this moment, he suddenly stopped.
It's the first floor corridor again... The terrifying staircase is on their right. And... just now, from the stairs came... some slight rattling.
dong dong... dong dong...
That's... the sound of hitting the ball.
Qin Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took out his mobile phone and looked at it.
Four in the morning.
There are still sixty minutes before the moment of meeting the devil at five o'clock, the last darkness before dawn.
The dark corridor and the dull and boring sound of hitting a ball became the only sound in this darkness. He raised his eyebrows and walked upwards.
"Sir!" Quan Jinghao and Liu Changmin immediately walked in front: "You, do you really want to go up?"
"Just take a look." Qin Ye flicked the bracelet lightly, and the yin energy in his entire body had reached its peak. The last time I came here, there were many supernatural events, which was a warning to him that now is not the time to go up.
But, this time, no.
Just as he stepped on the first step, a bone-piercing icy cold suddenly rose from the surroundings. A cloud of cyan yin rushed down from the second floor like a tide. Weeping bitterly with a faint wailing, as if... stepping on the road of yin and yang.
He didn't move, but waited five seconds. Nothing happened.
Can you go up by yourself
He looked around thoughtfully, one question after another popping into his mind.
why
Did you survive the second night
Or did you see the pool of beautiful corpses of Chu people today
Or... Did you know about Huang Jiansen? Or... saw the true face of the big locust tree at night
Unknown... He took a deep breath and stepped on it solemnly.
The higher you go, the lower the temperature. In just a dozen stairs, the temperature has dropped to close to zero. He turned the corner and was about to walk up, but suddenly stopped.
Turning around this corner, you can already see part of the second floor. Very tall, about five meters. But... Here, there is a voice.
The clear, depressed, monotonous sound of hitting the ball was getting closer and closer to them. The unknown terror was like a big hand grasping the heart, making Qin Ye's breathing a little short. The blood-red light came from the first floor, and the swaying ancient locust tree made ten thousand spots of light, and it was indefinite.
It was as if the darkness suddenly lit up.
It is like a hell that is extinguished in an instant.
Tick tock... At this moment, Qin Ye only felt a chill in his hand. Something... dripped on the back of his hand.
He looked up and saw a piece of chicken skin rising from the back of his hand. That's... blood.
Black blood.
Something... just above their heads, quietly, without blinking, straight... watching them go from the first floor to the second floor.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his right hand had already pressed on the government decree, and then he raised his head suddenly.
Just on the corridor from the second floor to the third floor, at some point, rows of naked, pale children of five or six years old stuck their heads out of the gaps in the stair railings, opened their mouths and smiled, staring at him. !
They looked exactly the same, their bodies were as pale as powder, but their eyes were pure black. His head was tilted to 60 degrees, and he kept the same smile. Black and red blood flowed out from the gap between the teeth, dripping down, one dead white hand, the left hand grabbed the railing, the right hand... was about to touch the top of his head!
"Play with… "
With a hoarse childish voice, Qin Ye's throat tightened and he immediately left the place. But at this moment, at the corner of the second floor, there was a sudden sound of... a slap.
Click... a hand, pressed lightly on the corner, and then... a tall figure finally appeared in their eyes in this suffocating night.
Very high, more than two meters in length. With a bamboo hat, the hat is covered with yellow talisman paper and a broken oil-paper umbrella. He was wearing colorful clothes, which consisted entirely of pieces of cloth, draped over him in a messy way.
And what he shot in his hand... was a human head!
A boy's head, no blood, only messy yellow hair caused by malnutrition. And a two-meter-tall giant uttered the same sound in his mouth, muttering: "The big rabbit is sick, the second rabbit is watching, the third rabbit buys medicine, the fourth rabbit boils..."
"Five rabbits died, six rabbits were lifted, seven rabbits were digging holes, and eight rabbits were buried..."
The rustling... The dense branches and leaves of the old locust tree are like countless ghosts in the dark night. With this picture of the monster shooting a human scalp, even Liu Changmin shivered slightly.
It's so weird... far beyond the third tunnel he's been in.
This is not that kind of pure horror, but a kind of depressing, unknown, even behind you... as if someone is watching you all the time... Thriller.
The monster's feet didn't move, and the body floated straight forward. But just as he was passing the corridor, he suddenly stopped.
The ball was still flapping monotonously, but its head was like a robot. Kakaka turned around and looked at Qin Ye, "A living person..."
"Big brother... accompany... me to play? Okay?"
Qin Ye smiled: "Okay."
"You come down, or shall I go up?"