In the past two days, Zhangjia Village has been particularly quiet, and it is precisely because of its tranquility that it seems terrible and people's hearts are panicked.

In fact, everyone knew that there were some strange incidents in the village, but no one dared to say it first, but this terrible topic was still poked away by the villager Zhang Du, and he spoke vividly. At first, some people were still skeptical: they all said that if they walked too much at night, they would run into ghosts, but they had not heard of them running into ghosts in broad daylight. However, the matter was really groundless, and Zhang Gong, known as the "bold son", also bumped into a ghost in broad daylight.

Several villagers who had chatted with Zhang Gong on weekdays also asked about the process with trepidation.

Originally, the farmland of Zhangjia Village was divided into four regions on a large scale, while the farmland area of Zhanggong was divided into the foot of the back mountain of Zhangjia Village. It is also strange to say, the farmland is all around the foot of the back mountain, in a long and narrow shape, and the mountain is a mass grave. When did this mass grave first come about, and what caused it, no one can say anyway. I usually do farm work, and when I look up, I can see this mass grave, but I am used to it. In addition, he is bold, and often sits on the grave to rest. Sometimes I will sigh and scold a few times. Anyway, I don't know who the target of the scolding is, but I always feel comfortable scolding a few words like this.

Because the next rice harvest is about to enter the rice harvest period, this year's rice ears are growing well, so Zhang Gong ran a few more times to the field, but he didn't expect that he sat on an anonymous grave as usual when he was resting and smoking, suddenly, not far from a grave there was a conversation, listen to it, it seems to be two male voices, which makes Zhang Gong a little strange, because of the mass grave area, the whole village is the only one he will come, one to this field is Zhang Gong's family, and the other is no one who has the courage to run here. This is the main reason why no one has any opinion on this farmland, although it is significantly larger than elsewhere.

"Who is this!" Zhang Gong felt a little strange at this time, and as soon as his curiosity came up, he decided to go over to see what was going on, and at the same time, with the intention of playing tricks on these two guys, he tiptoed lightly to the grave, and at a glance, who was there! Fortunately, he was too familiar with this tomb, and his usual courage was indeed big enough, not only did he not rush to run, but took a few steps forward, stood at the head of the tomb, looked around, and found nothing unusual, so he kicked the stone slab on the grave with his foot, hoping to find something. It was the moment he was ready to continue to kick the slate, only to hear a click, with the sound of the slate breaking, a puff of black smoke rose under his feet, and he rushed towards him with his head and face, and involuntarily sighed, and the whole person rolled forward, his face was blue with fright, and he used his hands and feet at the same time, and even crawled with a roll, and then stood up and ran away. Behind them, there was the strange laughter of two men.

As he spoke, he trembled with his bow that had always been bold and conceited, and his bony eyes looked around uneasily, as if this ghost would emerge from his side. During this process, the onlookers did not squeak a single squeak. If I had changed my usual life, I would have been chattering all the time.

Zhang Tutu, who usually considers himself a literate person, but is very superstitious, broke the silence, "The cemetery in Ah Gong Tiantou is rumored to have existed in several dynasties, and some people's souls are immortal after death. ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wenbin, who had always looked at him unpleasantly, opened his voice and yelled at him: "I love to talk nonsense, and my soul will not be extinguished after death?"

Zhang Laoliu, who is idle on weekdays, has something to say now. He said that there was nothing to quarrel about, the problem was that Ah Gong really ran into something. Although Zhang Gong also looked down on Zhang Lao Liu, he nodded again and again at the moment.

"If you bump into a ghost in broad daylight, it's not good for the passing year, it seems that our village is going to invite disaster. Zhang Caizhi, who had just stepped into the threshold of forty years old, shook his head, sighed, muttered something in his mouth, and walked away.

Zhang Kai, the deputy village chief who was listening silently, also felt that today's weather was particularly abnormal, it should have been a scorching noon in June, but the sky was gloomy and dull, and the cold wind was blowing, and it was shivering.

Zhang Tieta, the village head, was holding a glass of home-brewed glutinous rice wine and drinking it happily, and without waiting for Zhang Kai's report to end, he roared angrily and slammed the table, scattering and shattering cups, plates, bowls, and chopsticks. "What kind of bird eggs, where is the ghost in this world!" At that moment, he angrily found Zhang Gong, crossed his waist, and spoke in a rough voice, standing like a tower at a height of 1.86 meters, and his speech also lost his usual level, "What kind of behavior are you! You engage in superstitious propaganda! The village usually doesn't treat you badly!"

Zhang Gong cried with a sad face, trembling and saying something, even he didn't figure it out himself. Until Zhang Tieta glared at him with his eyes, Shi Qingqing said: "Village chief, how dare I play with you and the people in the village, I really bumped into a ghost!"

Zhang Tieta's eyes widened, he really knew what Zhang Gong was like, and he really couldn't stand lying. "It's really a ghost!" he was surprised.

"Really, if I lie to you, I'm the one!" Zhang Gong made a crawling motion.

Zhang Gong clearly told the story of how he bumped into the ghost, and as he spoke, a pair of eyes were not idle, and swept towards the door from time to time. Zhang Tieta listened and listened, even though it was broad daylight, he seemed to feel that there was a yin qi flowing around him, and he couldn't help but scream "oops", and the hair on his body stood up.

But as the village head, he felt that he couldn't be so obvious, and he also felt that he should go to the grave that Zhang Gong said to see what was going on, otherwise how could he explain in front of the villagers. Secretly exhaled in his heart, his expression was serious, and asked Zhang Gong to go to the village to find a few young and strong people, and explained that he must bring the guys and gather at the entrance of the village.

Half an hour later, Zhang Gong called more than 30 young people, to the entrance of the village, some of them did not dare to go, but Zhang Gong insisted that this was the village chief's designation, think about there are so many people together, what is there to be afraid of, before going out, they all brought their own most representative tools, there are steel knives for chopping wood, iron forks for hunting wild animals, and a few have nothing, but they carry hoes for weeding and digging the ground.

The total amount of farmland in Zhangjia Village is about 23,000 mu, which is equivalent to an area of 15.3341 square kilometers. There were originally more than a dozen public agricultural vehicles in the village, but Zhang Tieta said that if they did not carry rice, the vehicles would not be used, and the 4.7-kilometer walk would take less than an hour. Approaching Zhang Gong's farmland, looking at the mass grave on the mountain from a distance, everyone involuntarily slowed down. When Zhang Gong grabbed in front of everyone, because of the large number of people, he strode to the grave that had frightened him, lowered his head, and swept to the ground with a glance, to his surprise, the stone slab that had been cracked was intact, and on the stone slab on the grave, there was an extra stain of blood that had been coagulated, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then involuntarily exclaimed.

This cry made everyone all the grass and trees, and almost in unison raised the guy in their hands and surrounded them. No one says a word during this process, and almost all of them communicate through eye contact. Although they didn't see the imaginary scene of fear, there were blood stains on the stone slab on the grave, and everyone felt panicked. Zhang Tieta swept his eyes around, and then coughed vigorously, "Everyone has been here at the scene, and they haven't found anything, so let's go back first today." After speaking, he added, "Don't pretend to be a ghost, I'm not afraid of Zhang Tieta!" He didn't know who he was saying this to, whether it was to be bold or for any other reason, anyway, he subconsciously felt the need to say so.

On the way back, everyone was obviously relieved, but no one said a word, and after arriving at the entrance of the village, Zhang Tieta waved his hand and signaled everyone to disperse. In his heart, he was in a panic, although he didn't find what Zhang Gong said, but he knew in his heart that this might be true, especially the blood stains on the stone slab on the grave, which was too weird. When I got home, I pulled over a bench, lit a cigarette, one after another, and said in my heart that this was a tricky thing...... Just thinking wildly, the door was pushed open with a bang, startled, and involuntarily screamed, and instinctively looked up, it turned out that Zhang Ming, the youngest son who was in the fourth grade of the town's central primary school, had gone home. breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but curse in his stomach: Damn, bluff you Lao Tzu a big jump!

The phone rang, and when I picked up the microphone, it was a call from my wife Yang Mei, who went back to her parents' house to help. "Tower, Dad's house kills pigs, you also come over to help......"

He snorted a few times, and stubbornly agreed. I wanted to say that the village was haunted and couldn't get out, but the words shrank back into my mouth: his wife Yang Mei is a devout Christian, and has always opposed superstitious statements, once this thing is said, she will definitely call a large group of Christians to come over, maybe things are getting worse and worse, and the scene will be difficult to clean up, and the problem is that up to now, Zhang Tieta feels that there is no confirmation, but I heard that this bloodstain does not indicate any substantive problems, so he feels that he should still stick to his position, at least, he can't say it outside, in case it is just caused by people who are scary, this is rumored outside, he is the village head, where to put this face？

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and asked his son, "Ming, are you on summer vacation, what are you going to do?"

Zhang was obviously very happy, jumped three times, listened to the question, raised his head and shouted: "That's right." Abba, is my brother back? He said he was going to design me a reconnaissance plane. ”

Zhang Tieta looked at his son and felt a sense of happiness. laughed and scolded: "You know how to play, and you can't even think about playing after your brother comes." He softened his tone, "You have to learn from your brother hard, and strive to study at the Oriental Institute of Science and Technology." Then he emphasized, "This is a key institution of higher learning, and ordinary college students can't get in!" Thinking of these strange incidents in the village, he said in a serious tone: "Don't go out during this time, the village is not clean." ”

"Unclean?" refers to unclean things that people can't say at all, and they are collectively referred to as "unclean". Zhang Ming tilted his head, with a cynical attitude, looked at his father's serious face, and laughed out loud, "Abba, you won't scare yourself, where are there so many weird things in this world!"

Zhang Tieta was unhappy, "If you don't go out, don't go out!" The village head, who has been elected for three consecutive terms, said everything with "might".

Zhang Ming pouted, "Abba, I promised my brother to buy the materials first." ”

Zhang Tieta didn't let go: "I'll leave this matter to Dad." He thought of his eldest son, Zhang Yangyang, who was called a "prodigy" by the villagers when he was a child, and anything that passed through his hands would be modified to an unexpected effect. When I was in junior high school, I was hooked on radio and made several small inventions, which ended up in newspapers and was chartered by the Oriental Institute of Science and Technology.

Zhang Ming puffed out his cheeks unconvinced, and shouted loudly: "Do you know! Do you know how to buy?" He took out a shopping slip from his schoolbag and handed it to his father with exaggerated movements.

Zhang Tietaxin said that after living this age, can't he even buy things, isn't this a joke? After taking a look, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded: In the third grade of primary school in the fifties, except for a few Chinese characters, he could barely recognize them, and the names of the units such as "wb", "lm" and "Bq" written in the shopping list used in the local parlance: rolling pin blowing fire - no understanding. I was stunned for a long time. "If you want to buy it, you have to wait for my dad to buy it when he comes back from my grandfather's house. ”

Zhang Tieta quickly ran around his brain, thinking, the dirty things that can come out in broad daylight are, according to the older generation, should be ghosts that attract some yang energy. He pondered to himself, this type of ghost should only come out in the early morning and dusk, right? At noon, the sun is scorching, how can there be no such way to hurt people. That's all he pondered. But I don't have a bottom in my heart, and I am not sure. Therefore, he hurriedly used lunch, dialed the phone and told the deputy village chief to look at the affairs of the village, and explained to his youngest son. Zhang Ming sighed twice, vaguely, it was a response, indicating that he knew, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

There are two roads leading to the neighboring village, one of which has to cross a mountain. This mountain is located in the north of Zhangjia Village, and there is only one road up and down the mountain. The top of the mountain is full of thorns, and the mountain road is criss-crossed, like entering a labyrinth, so that people can't tell which one leads to where. What makes the locals applaud is that the stone peaks of this mountain are like forests, there are more than 20 places of large and small, the main peak rises up on the top of the mountain, straight into the sky, how high it is, no one can say anyway, later it is rumored that someone flies a kite with a thin line of more than half a tael, and can only touch the peak. Whether this is true or not, it is unknown, anyway, no one bothered with this problem, and what is even more wonderful is that there are eight strangely shaped caves of different sizes around the waist of the main peak. It takes half an hour to walk over this mountain to the neighboring village, and the whole journey takes about two hours. The other way is to take a bus from the village entrance to the town, and then go through two transfers to reach the neighboring village. The time calculation is about the same, the key is that people who grew up in the countryside are resistant to walking, and walking the mountain road is also like walking in peacetime. Because of the haunting, my heart was empty, and when I went out, I sharpened a steel knife to a shiny and sharp point, stuck it in my waist, and walked towards the mountain road.