As soon as I arrived at my aunt's house, I tried my best to fetch water to wash myself, but I felt that I was covered in the slimy liquid from the corpse, and I couldn't clean it with a brush.

I can't forget what I saw when the shroud was ripped off my head.

It was a green corpse.

It must have been a few days since he died, and with the hot weather, the corpses were rotten. The giants made him look less like a person, more like a large lump of pork randomly stacked on a stretcher, so swollen that the veins of his whole body were clearly exposed under the skin, like a net embedded in the skin, fragmented by a series of wounds.

"Why are these two people in Lao Qiu's house?"

"Don't hear that Wang Chuan's mind has been a little clearer lately, so he went out of his way to beg for a mouth? I met them last week, and they said they were reporters. ”

"Reporter, what are you doing in a small place like ours where birds don't?"

"I heard that it was Qiu Mei's story that was spread on the Internet, so they wanted to do an interview with that thing in the village......

"No wonder...... I said why I asked me where Wang Chuan lived as soon as I came. ”

There was intermittent sound of my aunt talking to her neighbors in the outer courtyard, and I listened as I washed, and gradually I had a rough understanding of the ins and outs of what had happened today.

The two men who died at my uncle's house were reporters for a small newspaper in the province.

The tabloid newspaper is very informal, and it is full of miscellaneous gossip and anecdotes. Since Liu Liqing made a big fuss about Sister Qiu Mei's death, all kinds of chasing wind and shadows on the Internet, and the legends in the village have been told clearly, and it is very lively. So the newspaper took notice, so about two weeks ago, they sent these two reporters to Wentou Village, one for the death of Qiu Mei, to dig up something that would make more articles, and for the other to see the Hades well.

Historically, things that have been mixed with strange colors in reality have always been easy to attract people, even if you really let go of the investigation, you can't find out what is the reason at all, and you will still be tempted by its mysterious appearance, such as the closed door village. And Yan Wangjing's exposure on the Internet is tantamount to making it possible for Wentou Village to develop into a second closed door village, as long as more materials are added and the hype on the Internet is good at using it.

The two reporters undoubtedly came with this purpose, and who knew that this trip would become their point of no return.

They were killed at my uncle's house. This is illustrated by the multiple injuries sustained on the corpse.

Some of the brave looked more closely, and said that the throat and several softer parts of the body of the deceased were torn, as if they had been attacked by wild beasts. However, as a criminal suspect, neither my uncle nor Wang Chuan seems to have the ability to kill these two strong men who are five big and three thick, and it is even more difficult to cause such damage.

So who the murderer is is now a question that everyone in the village is talking about.

Delight in discussing. I don't think I'm mistaking that word. All those terrible things that don't happen to you are an indispensable topic of conversation after dinner, which is very sad and realistic.

When I was finally almost washed, my cousin Zhou Qiong came out of the living room and beckoned me to come in for a snack.

Zhou Qiong is not a blogger of Qiu Mei, and she usually doesn't see much except for New Year's holidays, so she is a little rusty with me. In recent years, we have been studying in other places, and we see each other even less, so every time I am alone with her, I am more restrained.

When I entered the house, my uncle and cousin were already sitting inside. Compared with Zhou Qiong, I was not familiar with them, so I said hello briefly, and I sat down directly next to Zhou Qiong.

"Sister Beitang, I heard from my mother that you saw the corpse at your uncle's house today?" The fifteen-year-old cousin was full of curiosity about today's events in the village.

Hearing him ask, Zhou Qiong and his uncle frowned at him together.

My cousin stuck out his tongue and stopped talking, Zhou Qiong took the rice balls brought by her aunt, and glanced at my neck when she put them in front of me: "Are you okay?"

"It's fine. "I subconsciously touched my neck, and the few wounds I scratched on it hurt faintly at this moment.

When I was wrapped in the shroud, I was so distraught that I didn't pay any attention to the injuries.

Later, my aunt told me that I had really scared her out of her behavior, and that she thought I had been scared out of my mind by the shroud.

She froze the moment she saw me wrapped in the shroud, then she suddenly scratched her neck like crazy, and then grabbed the cloth and strangled herself so hard that she couldn't take my hand away.

Fortunately, with the help of the police and a few neighbors, they finally ripped the cloth off me. But the chaos of that time of getting out of trouble is a blank in my memory.

I didn't dare to tell my aunt about this, so I also downplayed the injury on my neck.

But even though I said it was okay, Zhou Qiong still took iodine wine to treat my wound briefly.

Zhou Qiongnian's medical department is very similar to her uncle's temperament, she talks little, and she usually looks more serious.

My aunt's temperament is the opposite of Zhou Qiong, she is very hearty and enthusiastic, and the people at the table rely on her to maintain a lively atmosphere, but she tacitly did not mention what happened at her uncle's house.

The sesame-stuffed rice balls were sweet and warm, and after a few bites, I felt much better after being uncomfortable by the shroud.

I just remembered the feeling of something grabbing me through the shroud, and although it had been a long time, I still shuddered when I recalled it at this time.

Although my aunt said that it was me who was catching myself, I was sure that those hands were not my own.

Therefore, the expression on my face was a little dewy, and my aunt noticed it, looked at me, and asked carefully: "Are you not feeling well?"

"No," I replied immediately, "it's just that I think of what just happened and I think it's weird." ”

"I'm just worried that you're still scared. Alas, I don't know how this happened, your uncle's family is already a mess enough, and now it's a mess of the same kind ......of thing, it's really a sin to think about it," she said, she sighed heavily, and then remembered something, she looked at me again and asked, "By the way, didn't you say that you had something to ask your uncle, what is it, why don't you tell your aunt first?"

I waved my hand hurriedly: "It's not a big deal, it's mainly my uncle's family that matters now." After speaking, I was afraid that she would still remember what I said, so I changed the topic: "I'm quite worried, my uncle's health is so bad now, and I don't know what will happen after being taken to the police station." ”

My words silenced the room for a moment. After all, this is not a problem that we are worried about.

When I lowered my head and continued to eat the rice balls without a bite, my uncle put down the soup spoon in his hand and asked me a little abruptly: "Beitang, are you okay during this time?" Last time, I heard my aunt say that something seems to have happened to you in Shanghai. ”

He should have been holding back this sentence for a long time.

As soon as I walked in the door, I saw his somewhat surprised look. He probably didn't expect that after knowing the secret of Hades, I would dare to come back, so there was anger and worry in his eyes, but because my family was present, he could only talk to me in a roundabout way.

"I'm fine, but my friend who lives with me has an accident, so it's a mess for a while. ”

"How many days do you plan to stay when you come back this time?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, let's take a look at my uncle's situation first. ”

After speaking, I caught a glimpse of my uncle frowning slightly, a little hesitant to speak, and then added: "I want to wait until he is okay." ”

My uncle's brow did not loosen because of this. He looked at me meaningfully and took a light breath: "Beitang, it's not that my uncle is too talkative, I still have to listen to my aunt's words." Look at your uncle and Wang Chuan......"

Speaking of this, I heard my aunt cough softly, and my uncle didn't continue.

But I don't know what he wants to say to me, it's just that this trip is to solve my problems, but it just so happens that something like this happened to my uncle's house, and I don't know what to do.

So after hastily eating the rice balls, although my aunt invited me to stay at her house several times, I still excused myself on the grounds that I planned to go back to my own house to tidy up.

When I left, Zhou Qiong sent me out, and when I got to the door, she saw that I was a little depressed, so she patted me on the shoulder: "Don't care about my father's words, he is very superstitious like my grandfather." ”

I smiled wryly. Uncle is superstitious, but it seems that he and his aunt didn't tell his cousin or cousin what happened back then, or rather, it's just that the younger generation doesn't take it seriously at all, just like me at the beginning.

So I didn't say anything.

When I walked out of the courtyard gate, Zhou Qiong suddenly asked casually behind me: "I saw you at the entrance of the village before, there is a car to take you back, Bentley, right?"

I was stunned and nodded.

She didn't say anything more, smiled at me, and turned to go into the house.

As I walked along, I saw the neighbors who had been chatting with my aunt standing in front of my house looking at me.

I smiled and said hello to them. Their eyes twinkled, they responded casually, and looked at me with a little embarrassment.

I didn't care. It was only a few steps before I heard them whispering behind me:

"Isn't that Qiu Beitang, didn't she let her uncle send her away, why did she come back again......"

"Yes, didn't she bring the things from Hades' well? ”

"Who knows, but she doesn't seem to be fine, could it be that what grandpa said is false?"

"Isn't there anything wrong?haven't you seen what happened to the Qiu family recently, and it's still nothing like that?"

So the mood of hard support collapsed all of a sudden.

I thought about the dead Lao Zhang, the things that couldn't be eliminated in my body, the snow bodhisattva who occupied my eyes, the dull eyes of my uncle and Wang Chuan's crazy behavior.

I can't figure out a good life, or the life of some people, and suddenly it becomes like this.

Can you go back?

I walked in the steaming mud, but I didn't feel the slightest heat, the whole world seemed to have no temperature at this moment, and even if the sweat climbed on me, I was so cold that my fingers trembled slightly.

I think I probably have a fever.

But I didn't have the keys with me, so I couldn't get into my house.

Although I remembered this when I left my aunt's house, I didn't look back, and for some reason, I just didn't want to stay there at that moment.

So now you have to pay for your stubbornness.

Sitting on the cement slab in front of my house with my legs hugged, the cement slab that had been exposed to the sun all day still maintained a little solar temperature, which made me feel a little better.

But the good time was not long.

It soon got dark, and the cement slab went from lukewarm to cold. The night in Wentou Village is particularly dark, unlike Shanghai, where it is bright day and night, and it is almost impossible to find a dark place. At night, except for a few bits of light from other people's houses, it is dark in Wentou Village. I can't see the black of my fingers.

The wind was strong and blew through the farmland and in the quiet of the village, making a salala sound.

It's a little noisy, so noisy that it makes people feel uncertain, and in a trance a plastic bag blown by the wind floats in the night sky, like a ghost floating above my head staring at me, and from time to time it makes a stinging 'whisper'.

I forced myself not to look up, not to think about the green corpse on the stretcher.

But I couldn't help but remember that as the shroud was ripped off my face, I saw the corpse's swollen head tilted in my direction, and a pair of eyes puffed out with the corpse's breath, as if they would fall out of their sockets at the slightest touch.

Such a face, grinning, as if smiling at me, as if it had just played a successful trick on me.

Swish!

When I stood up, I couldn't hold back the more and more uncontrollable association, and when I stood up, two pillars of light suddenly hit me.

I realized what I had heard, but I didn't notice it in my thoughts.

At this time, I saw a car with the afterglow of the engine parked not far from me, like a beast in the dark, with a pair of huge and translucent eyes, staring at me quietly.

My pounding heart slowly calmed down, and when I saw a pair of long legs stepping out of the car door, I slowly let out a breath of relief: "You're done?"

"That's it. ”

On such a quiet night like a graveyard, although the voice of the underworld was a little hoarse, it sounded so graceful and beautiful. 166 Reading Network