Standing here and looking around, he was still in a relatively open field of vision.

It gives a full view of the village at a glance.

There are about 20 families, and there are quite a few people.

Song Yanqing glanced at it a few times, and suddenly locked on a place: "Look at the three houses that are connected together, are they the locations in the photo?"

Qiao Jin looked in the direction he pointed, indeed, there was a flat slope over there, and there were three houses on it, all of which were built of tiled houses, which were relatively old, and the tiles were pitch black, and from this side, those houses were quite depressing.

It's really about the same location as in the photo.

Qiao Jin nodded: "Let's go over and have a look." ”

The roads in the village are all figured out, and there are paths connecting these villagers wherever they go.

But the strange thing is that when they walked past, they could see that several houses were smoking, but the wooden doors were closed, and no one came out.

Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing could both feel that someone was watching them inside the house, and when their eyes slowly turned away, they couldn't see anyone.

But they knew that someone in the house was watching them.

When he walked to the door of the three households, Qiao Jin said in a low voice: "There are people in each household. ”

In other words, every household is inhabited.

There are no empty houses.

It is said that many people have died outside, and it stands to reason that there will be funerals for the dead, but there is no sign of funerals in this village.

There is no trace of the formation, what is the reason for all this?

Qiao Jin looked around, they had already walked in front of the peasant family in the photo, the three families were all closed, these three families were different from other places, only one was smoking.

Qiao Jin walked to the smoking house, the house is actually very dilapidated, there is a door next to it, the dilapidated wooden door looks inside, and you can see a woman who is busy cooking in the kitchen, Qiao Jin took a look and said politely: "Is anyone there?"

The people in the room seemed to be a little scared, and Qiao Jin could hear the sound of kitchen utensils falling on the ground.

Apparently frightened.

The man didn't dare to say anything, and Song Yanqing replaced Qiao Jin and said softly: "Hello, we are here to visit relatives in Yuchi Village, there is no malice, but there are some questions I want to ask you." ”

Song Yanqing's voice was low and gentle, as if there was a kind of power to soothe people's hearts, but it was a pity that the people inside were silent and silent.

Until Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing heard it: "Mom......"

It's called in the local dialect, but the word mom is so simple that you can hear it at once.

It's a little girl's voice.

"What are you doing, don't talk. ”

The woman's dialect was mixed with panic, and this time Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing were also a little difficult, because they couldn't understand the local dialect.

But this is not difficult for Qiao Jin, she just drew a formation in the void, and she can understand what she said just now.

"They didn't dare to speak. ”

Qiao Jin retracted his eyes and whispered to Song Yanqing: "I'm afraid to speak." ”

Song Yanqing's eyes suddenly sank, and the two of them walked to the open space next to them, Song Yanqing said to her: "I felt something was wrong as soon as I came in just now, and now I know what is wrong." ”

"Quiet. ”

He looked around, and his voice was soft and unreal: "It's early in the morning, and they cook without a sound, and we don't even hear the insects and birds chirping." ”

It's quiet, and there's a suffocating feeling.