Sitting on the platform on the second floor, Gu Jihai sat on the ground, stacking a large number of poll forms in front of him, holding two copies in his hand, his face condensed, and his eyes abrupt, as if he was about to jump out and jump on the two poll sheets in his hand that were stacked in the upper corners.

Motionless, like a sculpture, Gu Jihai just watched it for five minutes.

The pile of public opinion polls arranged by the township government to investigate the attitudes and enthusiasm of the villagers towards the circulation of land in their own villages, as well as whether there is a large-scale mechanized cultivation of farmland on contracted land, were arranged at the township enlarged meeting at the beginning of the month, and were implemented by the village cadres in each village, and should be submitted before the regular meeting at the beginning of next month.

Today, Gu Jihai's father, Gu Daoyuan, came back from the questionnaire survey of various households, and happened to meet Gu Jihai walking outside to his home.

Seeing this stack of real-name poll forms, Gu Jihai had a flash of inspiration at that time, remembered something, and borrowed this stack of poll forms from Gu Daoyuan.

After getting it, Gu Jihai sat casually on the platform on the second floor, and began to look through them one by one, until he flipped to these two adjacent questionnaires, his relaxed and freehand expression instantly froze, freezing all emotions, as if withdrawing from feelings.

After a long time, Gu Jihai stood up, went back to his room, and took out three small pieces of paper that he had clamped with a notebook from the drawer, only to see that each one had a name written on it:

Gu Xiaosong!

Yes, these three are the only three votes obtained by Gu Xiaosong, the only candidate of the four candidates in the village who was eliminated in the last Gujia Village general election, and all of them are here.

One is not less!

After the ballots were sung, according to the custom of Gujia Village, all the ballots should have been destroyed by several respected ancestors in the village, but Gu Jihai secretly kept Gu Xiaosong's three votes, and he was sure that these three votes were an important piece of physical evidence to find out the two inner ghosts that had not yet been exposed in the four hidden families.

Some people say that handwriting is like a person's name, and you rarely meet two people who are exactly the same, especially in a small group.

With Gu Xiaosong's three votes, Gu Jihai walked back to Fang Cai's place and sat down, comparing them one by one.

This mystery, which has been trapped in Gu Jihai's mind since the election, is about to be revealed.

Except for the one that Gu Gu voted for Gu Xiaosong, Gu Jihai carefully checked the remaining two with the two poll forms in his hand.

One of them shared a Gu character with the ballot paper, and Gu Jihai easily checked it, and the other one, there was no common word with Gu Xiaosong's name in the name, Gu Jihai was much more cautious when dealing with it, looking for common strokes, and comparing them one by one

Long

Gu Jihai finally changed his expression, crumpled the two ballots with his left hand, threw the two poll sheets on the ground with a bang with his right hand, raised his head, looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, and sighed sadly: "Thousands of precautions, day and night precautions, it is difficult to prevent thieves!" ”

In fact, Gu Xiaosong's three ballots Gu Jihai has read them many times, and he is very familiar with the handwriting on them, as early as when he turned out these two unusually familiar poll sheets in a whole stack of poll sheets, he had a vague conclusion in his heart, but

Maybe no matter who it is, as long as it is still a human being, there is more or less such a little cowardice, and subconsciously avoid cruel things.

As for the way of evasion, there are two kinds of people. One is to walk away and try to forget; The other is to verify it again and again, to look at the evidence, in the final analysis, there is still a little hope for the cruel result, maybe the surface evidence has flaws in the details, maybe it is an illusion!

Obviously, Gu Jihai is the second kind of person.

This kind of person, when they are hit, will be the same as suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, they can't control their hands at all, and often the fig leaf of all cruel things will be completely uncovered by themselves, perfect and beautiful, and unreservedly, and the ugliness will be placed in front of them so chiluoluoluo, and there is no room for maneuver at all, so their hearts will hurt more and be more easily knocked down by the dirty reality.

"I didn't expect that! That's the truth! ”

Suddenly, Gu Jihai's mood became very low, he felt weak all over his body, and a very magical sense of depression suddenly arose, which made him slowly fall backwards.

With the tilt of the upper body of the body, Gu Jihai Muran's emotionless eyes went straight ahead, like a flashlight that was slowly straightened, and finally rushed towards the endless sky.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Gu Jihai felt that he seemed to have seen through something.

It's just that why is the world so ugly? Could it be that the invisible world is full of happiness, and is happiness equal to ignorance and stupidity?

Gu Jihai even wondered if he was on the real earth he thought he was now, or was all about his previous life actually just a dream of Nanke?

Before today, he was at ease with the life he remembered as he knew it, and he was at ease with the world he was familiar with. However, today, the entire world has become strange, and it has begun to completely part ways with his memory.

In his memory, there were no so-called monks in the world at all, but he saw three today, and he nailed one with his own hands, and carried one away, all of them were flesh and blood, creatures that would live and die like ordinary people, and even the daughter incense on the female monk he hugged was so real, it was true at all.

In his memory, the nearby mountains and forests were very ordinary, with neither resources nor sinister, and the two poor mountains and rivers could not be named. There is really nothing to talk about except for the sparrows flying around. However, in the nearby mountains, one of them, which he had listened to as a joke for decades and had never been harmless and harmless, actually killed people today, and it was a cruel corpse. And the one hidden in the Evil Ghost Ridge came and went without a trace, and the means of torturing and killing Wu Changgui and dismembering Xu Qin were also extremely supernatural, just like the name of the mountain range.

Born and raised here for the first time, he felt fear and chills in his bones about the nearby mountains.

When Gu Jihai returned to the village as if he had escaped, he immediately went to visit the old man, but unexpectedly verified the conjecture he had for a long time: the matter of the old man in the village forming a group to fish for field chickens was not as simple as the old man had explained before!