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Qin Ye didn't know. However, seeing these people still living here well, even knowing that they are not human, is still a little complicated.
Nobody wants to.
Flowers and flowers bloom year after year, and counting, they have been hovering in this area for thousands of years. Once life was as hot as the rising sun, now... Who still remembers the moment when the sun rises and falls
Sighing lightly, he walked over slowly. This tulou, which stayed in the 1990s, seemed extraordinarily quiet and serene. No one spoke to him, and no one stopped him, as if he was a time traveler.
No time to waste... Qin Ye took a deep breath and rushed towards the second floor.
There is nothing stopping you!
And... there are still many people living on the second floor. There are middle-aged women hugging and coaxing their children, middle-aged men playing mahjong with cigarettes in their mouths, and people from Liyuan singing Cantonese opera. There were also many villagers who looked numb and stared blankly at the sky.
He didn't look much, and walked quickly to the third floor. There is also no obstruction, and on this floor, there are obviously more children, and even the sound of reading occasionally can be heard in the school.
The school is not bad. There are no ghosts there.
After turning the school, it is an upward ladder.
The fourth floor... Qin Ye licked his lips, the last secret place of the Huangjia Tulou, a territory he had never set foot on... Without hesitation, he didn't know how long it would drag on, he rushed up at full speed.
The fourth floor is quiet.
Most of the people here are old people, some are playing chess, some are playing mahjong, there are not many people, only less than ten. Corresponding to the whole floor, it looks extremely empty.
That's it... Qin Ye took a few deep breaths, adjusted his energy to the best state, and clenched the doorknob.
This is a typical 90's window and door. Yellow wooden door with a window above. At the moment of holding it, in the void, the screams of countless Yin spirits sounded. He tried several times, and the doorknob rattled in his hand, but the rear seemed to be locked and could not be opened at all.
"What's going on?" He frowned, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound.
crunch... crunch...
Who... is scratching the glass window with his fingernails, that terrifying sound has been transmitted to the bottom of my heart. He looked up suddenly, just above the window, a disheveled head was staring at him! Those pitch-black nails were gently scratching the window, and they had already scratched out all the white marks.
Chu Renmei!
Her hair was loose, her head was twisted to an unreachable angle, her pitch-black mouth was wide open, and the window was covered with black and red blood. His whole face was stuck to the glass window, and his dead white eyes stared at this uninvited guest without blinking.
"The old corpse in the mountain village happened a hundred years ago, which means... In 1995, Chu Renmei appeared. She was sealed here? Yes... The first time she appeared, it was on the fourth floor. Restored the situation at that time?" Qin Ye pursed his lips, took two steps back, and kicked him suddenly.
boom! Most of the locks in the 1990s were not strong. This kick directly kicked the door. At the same time, Qin Ye's Yin Qi rose to the extreme. Fu Jun ordered to deal with the real Chu Renmei in the outside world, and he was not sure whether this "realized phantom" could cause harm to himself.
The door fell to the ground with a roar, however, there was no figure of Chu Renmei inside. The face on the glass window also disappeared, and just as he kicked the door, the clouds flew in the sky, and in a blink of an eye... it turned into night.
The old man is still playing chess and mahjong. As if ignoring it all.
"Oh..." A faint whimper came from the room. Qin Ye waited for five seconds before walking in solemnly.
black.
very dark. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light at all. There were no fingers in the room. A resentful song came from the depths of the darkness: "Lang is in the place of love, concubine is in the heartbroken... It is not easy to meet and separate, and the abandoned woman is now regretful..."
The five senses of the whole body have been raised to the extreme, he squatted slightly, like a nimble cheetah, his hand slowly rubbed the door, looking for the light button.
It's human instinct - convenience. The light button can't be too far away.
The moment he touched the light button with his hand, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. Without hesitation, the chain in the sleeve robe flew, forming a cobweb around him.
Nothing at all.
There is no feeling of the chains hitting things at all. But... he could swear, when he touched the light button just now... he touched... the other hand!
In the dark, someone was beside him and touched the electric light with him!
"Fuck..." This kind of horror is often the so-called big horror is not scary, but some small things experienced in life, which can make people go from the sky to the soles of the feet.
The hand parted with him as soon as he touched it, and he lightly turned on the light. Papapa... A bright light shone in the darkness, and everything in the room appeared clearly in front of him. At the same time, he suddenly found that behind him... there was a long shadow!
Boom! The sky was shaking with thunder, and the shadows were indistinct. It was a woman with loose hair. She raised her hands as if to touch Qin Ye's cheeks.
when! The soul hook shot straight back from Qin Ye's palm. But... the rear is still blank.
"Heh..." He sighed deeply and turned back suddenly, nothing behind him. But from the open door, the corridor... I don't know when it was empty.
boom! While he was watching intently, the door that he kicked down suddenly bounced off the ground and closed on the door. At the same time, there was a click of the lock.
A dead silence.
"Lone man and widow... not so good?" Qin Ye laughed mockingly at himself, then looked at the room solemnly.
This floor is almost completely opened - at least from where he sees it, it becomes a ring room. The middle is isolated by an antique screen. In the area where he was, there were countless photos and paintings.
Most of the photos are blurry, and 99% are black and white, only 1% are color, and the pixels are not high. But enough to see what's up there.
people.
All are people.
And it is the family portrait of the Huangjia Tulou, but the clothes are different.
The original photo was in color, and there were hundreds of people on it. Wearing clothes from the 8 and 90s. Military uniforms, work clothes, cultural shirts that have just become popular, and so on. Expressionless, like a group of living dead... No, it is a shooting of a group of living dead.
In the center, sat a middle-aged man, Qin Ye's eyes moved slightly, this man... he was very familiar.
Huang Jiansen.
He took a cursory look and walked to the second photo.
These photos are all posted on the wall, the spacing is not large, at least there are hundreds of them. And this one is older, it should be a photo from the 1960s and 1970s, and the clothes on it are almost all the green military uniforms and sea soul shirts that were popular at that time, but... This is Black and white photo.
In the 1960s and 1970s, color photos were not popularized. Domestic color photos basically expanded rapidly during the 1980s and 1985s. Around 1980 and 1981, the use of color reversal film for shooting began to be popularized in big cities. At that time, color expansion equipment was rare in China, and negative films were basically developed by hand. By 84, 85, color expansion spots in major cities across the country were common.
He glanced at it, was about to leave, and just took two steps, suddenly stunned, and suddenly turned around.
wrong…
The number is wrong!
It's not how good his memory is, but... the other party is too obvious!
Just to the left of the crowd, a woman with disheveled hair and a blue gown, with her hands on her knees, sat quietly on the side of the crowd.
"Chu Renmei... This is a supernatural photo!" Qin Ye gently rubbed the figure of Chu Renmei on the photo with his fingers, and murmured, "But... why?"
Chu Renmei... But he killed 66 people in one night, including people from the village and the engineering team. But the village... Looking at this photo, she clearly accepted her! Because right under the opponent's body, there is a stool, which is obviously placed for this Specter!
Why accept her
Because... she's also a victim
The answer is likely to be hidden on this floor... He let go of his doubts and moved on. There are more black and white photos in front, obviously, it has entered the era of the Republic of China. Still the same group of people, still the beautiful people of Chu, still the same posture, as if they were telling the story of the long river they crossed and the vicissitudes they witnessed.
They wore long gowns, some with melon skin caps, but their clothes had changed, and their hairstyles had changed to Qing Dynasty hairstyles, with big braids. Others, even the seat position has not changed.
In the last black-and-white photo, he saw... the living Chu Renmei.
"This should be around 1880...the seventh year of Guangxu..." Qin Ye sighed softly. The reason why he identified the other party as Chu Renmei was because the other party was still sitting in the same position, wearing a blue gown, still sitting in that Chair.
He didn't dare to delay any longer, and continued to look down, but the next thing was portrait painting.
It was a sketch of the whole village, and the painter was very skilled, and the painting was vivid.
In the Qing Dynasty, even black and white photos were not popular, no… not even. However, Western sketches were introduced into China, and the nobles in the court all had their own sketch masters. Folks are very rare. But as an entrance to the sea, people from Fulindao naturally have a way to find a painter. but…
Qin Ye's brows were already deeply wrinkled. He took a few steps back and looked at the pictures on the wall. The doubts in my heart grew stronger.
"Where is the problem..." He had a strong sense of incongruity, but he didn't think of the problem for a while. Continue to step back: "It's obviously an ordinary photo, but I always feel that something is wrong... What's the problem?"
At this moment, his back suddenly stiffened.
Behind... bumped into someone.
An ice-cold human body, exuding a rancid smell. The human body is already rigid, its muscles as stone. And... a weird, "uh uh uh..." short breath sounded from the opponent's throat.
brush! The net of heaven and earth spread out again, but it was like an illusion just now that there was nothing.
But just as he turned his head, he suddenly discovered... In the photo, the moment he turned his head, Chu Renmei's posture changed!
She... is pointing at the position of the village chief, Huang Jiansen!
"Huang Jiansen..." Qin Ye blinked his eyes and suddenly came to his senses, his eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way... That's right!"
"It's a record... For the living dead, it's not just a photo, it's hard evidence of how long they've lived!"
"Like Li Zhenshu engraved the words on her body, the other party changed the way. But as long as you look at these photos, even if they are suppressed by the balance talisman, they only have a hundred years of memory, but as long as they are not fools, they can infer how long they have lived! "
"They...remember this hatred, remember who made them like this! They did it on purpose...because..."
He ran quickly towards the back.
It's because... These paintings are likely to have the true face of the initiator!
Hidden in... the original painting!
They are unwilling, they are unwilling, they do not want to! Even if they die, they have to drag each other to be buried with them!