We made up our minds to return first and come back tomorrow to investigate, but as soon as we turned around, we saw an old woman on the path in the distance, under the hazy moonlight, slowly approaching the village, riding a dilapidated tricycle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Shall we remind her?" I asked Uncle in a suit.

The uncle in the suit shook his head and said: Let's look at the situation first.

We walked out of the village, and the old woman on the tricycle walked into the village, so it was only a matter of time before we met.

But the moment the three of us met, the uncle in the suit and I gasped at the same time!

The old woman's hands were strange, her left hand was as rich as that of a thirty-year-old woman, and her right hand was so withered that it was almost skinny and bone-like, like a chicken's claw. The uncle in the suit and I quickly dodged both sides of the road and got out of the way.

And this old woman, as if she didn't see us, pedaled straight past us on a tricycle, at this moment, I suddenly felt a strong coldness, and my body involuntarily shivered.

At the back of her tricycle was a large wooden box, covered with a worn-out red quilt, and I don't know what it contained, but it was very cold.

We turned our heads and stared intently at the old woman until her figure completely disappeared at the entrance of the village.

"What's in the old woman's tricycle?" I asked the uncle in the suit.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, when I passed by, my heart was cold.

Even the uncle in the suit felt cold, so there must be something strange in this.

Back in the rented house, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, I still wondered how the old woman's arm could be like that?

I know there is a kind of muscular dystrophy, but it is the same atrophy of the whole body, could it be that the old woman is partially atrophied? It's not right to think so, her face is full of wrinkles, and she has to be at least sixty years old, why is her left hand so full and full?

The more I thought about it, the more I had a headache, I simply covered my head and went to sleep, the next day, the uncle in the suit woke me up, had some breakfast, and hurried to Sanghuai Village, when I came here yesterday, I met the funeral team, everyone was busy doing things, and no one cared about us.

When I came today, I bought a few packs of good cigarettes, and when I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw a few old men chatting nonsense, so I walked over with a smile with the uncle in the suit.

"Uncle, come, smoke first." I walked over and handed over the cigarettes first, chatted with them for a while, and after chatting for a while, I changed my words and asked: Uncle, when I came, I saw a new grave outside the village, why was it buried on the side of the road?

In fact, I asked this, it is extremely unkind, because in the early morning, people talk about some festive and cheerful things, I directly asked about the dead, secondly, the geographical location of the burial mound in the countryside, there is no feng shui to say, as long as it is your own field, then bury it casually.

One of the old men, puffing up the smoke, whispered, "No one wants to let this new grave be buried on the side of the road, but there is no way."

Another old man said: The one who died, Lao Sun Tou, that is a veteran of the war, who has fought devils, has been to North Korea, participated in the Vietnam War, and has scars on his body, but unfortunately he has lived a lifetime, and he has been a bachelor for a lifetime, and the money for his coffin is made up by the people in the village.

It turned out that on the day of the funeral, the people who were crying were not the children and grandchildren of the old grandson, but the people who were invited by everyone to pool their money.

I lifted my trouser legs, sat down with them, handed over a circle of cigarettes, and asked, "How did the old grandson die?" It's not good to bury a grave on the side of the road.

A bald old man said: Hey, the old grandson died miserably, and the more important thing is that the old grandson has no land, and he is buried in other people's fields after death, and people are unwilling, so he is buried on the side of the road, anyway, it is not to delay the crossing.

"Old Sun Tou, the day before he died, he went crazy, it was raining that night, and Lao Sun Tou ran in the village, and said while running, there were two people in the village, one was a living person, and the other was a dead person, and two people came to the village, one was a living person, and the other was a dead person..."

I was startled and glanced at the uncle in the suit, but his eyes were as calm as water.

"Hey, what a good old man, sacrificed his life for the country, spilled blood on the battlefield, and finally ended up crazy, his eyes widened when he died, and his eyes were bloodshot, hey, don't mention it." Several old men sighed again and again.

My mood also fell, I have admired the veterans of the war since I was a child, they are all Predators, the strongest willed people who struggle in blood and fire.

After a round of cigarettes for the old men, I walked away with the uncle in the suit, and the uncle in the suit said to me: Let's go to the city in a while, buy some meat, buy some yellow paper candles, and get a bowl of cooked rice.

I said what to do.

The uncle in the suit said: You will know when the time comes, now go to Feng Po's house to have a look.

The two of us inquired for a while, rushed to Feng Po's house, and when we arrived, we found that it was a dilapidated blue-tiled house, and there were several loopholes in the roof, but they were all blocked with plastic sheets to prevent water leakage when it rained.

And the yard of Feng Po's house is even more dilapidated, there are more than a dozen chickens in the northeast corner of the yard, the earthen courtyard wall has collapsed several sections, and a mulberry tree is planted in the yard, which is really unlucky, there is a proverb in the countryside: do not plant mulberry in the front, do not plant willows in the back, and do not plant ghosts in the courtyard to clap their hands.

"Shall we go over and have a look?" I asked Uncle in a suit.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Go, go and knock on the door."

The two of us walked into the courtyard of Feng Po's house, and looked at the wooden door of the main house, although it was closed, but the outside was not locked.

Bang bang bang ...

I knocked lightly on the door three times, but there was no response.

Bang bang bang ...

I knocked lightly three more times, but there was still no response.

"The people in the village said that Feng Po didn't go to the ground at night and sleep during the day? This should be asleep, so let's not bother. "I had just finished saying this to the uncle in the suit when suddenly there was a thud from inside the room, as if someone was knocking on the door inside.

I was excited, my hairs stood up, and the uncle in the suit involuntarily took a step back, and we glanced at each other.

Bang bang bang ...

There were three more knocks on the door, and my legs were almost weak.

"Feng Po's house is too weird, hurry up!" After speaking, the uncle in the suit almost took my hand, turned his head and walked out of the courtyard of Feng Po's house quickly, out of the yard, still did not stop, almost trotted all the way out of the village.

I said uncle, don't run so fast, what are you afraid of in broad daylight.

Standing outside the village, the uncle in the suit said with palpitations: Feng Po's house is full of weirdness, don't you see it?

I was stunned for a moment and said: The knock on the door is indeed weird, but it is also possible that Feng Po woke up and deliberately hid behind the door to scare us, is it possible?

The uncle in the suit sneered and said: This possibility, of course, there is, but the old woman in her seventies and eighties will not deliberately rectify her person like a naughty child, did you find any difference in the chicks raised by Feng Po just now?

I said I didn't find it, I really didn't pay attention to this.

"Chickens, never get enough to eat, what they have to do every day is to keep their heads down, look for food on the ground, and chirp from time to time, Feng Po's chickens, not only do not bark, do not look for food to eat, but gather together, look at the two of us at the same time, that look is like human eyes!"

After the uncle in the suit finished speaking, he looked at me meaningfully, and I said: Don't sell it, continue to talk.

"These chickens, if I'm not mistaken, from the day they hatch, they are not fed with feed at all, but human flesh!"

I, the words of the uncle in the suit, scared me all over, he saw that I reacted violently, and said: Only chickens that have eaten human meat will become like this.

The hairs on my body stood up, and the uncle in the suit saw that my face was a little pale, so he patted me on the shoulder and said: The mulberry tree in the yard is even more weird, but I won't tell you the weirdness for the time being, so as not to leave the impression of fear in your heart, which is not good.

This is reasonable, after all, we still have to go to Feng Po's house to ask her about some things, but I think it's better not to say this, as soon as he said this, I remembered the mulberry tree even more.

"Now, let's go back to the city and buy meat, rice, yellow paper and candles, otherwise we won't dare to enter this village at night."