After walking for about ten minutes, the vision in front suddenly widened, and we came to the main road.

After walking for a few more minutes, Song Meng crossed the intersection and burrowed into a wood.

I followed along and found myself in Beiting Park.

Beiting Park is a historic site in Qingfeng County, covering a wide area. I heard that there is an ancient cemetery underground.

The park is surrounded by no walls, but is surrounded by dense shrubs.

I walked around the bushes and through the gravel path on the side, but Song Meng was nowhere to be seen.

I hurriedly ran two steps forward, and suddenly saw countless pieces of paper money falling from the sky.

Who will have a funeral at the park?

I was taken aback, but it was daylight and the yang energy was booming, so it couldn't be evil or something.

Walking further, I realized that someone was holding a funeral in the small square of the park.

It's weird.

There was a circle of elderly morning exercise teams around to watch the excitement, and when I got closer, I heard that it was a young high school student who had passed away. Two days ago, he died inexplicably in the pond in the park.

The key pond is only one metre deep, and it is impossible for a child to drown in it.

But after a round of patrol and investigation, no traces of his murder were found.

There is no trace of struggle on the high school student's body.

The family was a little superstitious, and they heard that the old man said that it was a water ghost asking for his life, so he had to do something here.

I took a look outside and found that the one standing next to the altar in the small square was not Master Liu. He wore a Taoist robe today, and the old god was doing things with a wooden sword on the ground, which was very good.

I didn't expect him to be quite miscellaneous.

There were a lot of people in the small square, and I didn't see Song Meng anymore. I asked a few dancing aunts if they had seen a girl wearing a pink diamond baseball cap.

The aunt said she didn't know, and one said that she saw a girl in a white dress walking in the direction of the North Pavilion, and she didn't pay attention to what kind of hat it was.

Song Meng is also wearing a white dress today. It's rare to see young girls in the park so early, I think it should be Song Meng.

The North Pavilion is the heart of the park and is located on the side of a hillside.

In the pavilion there was a stone monument, covered with a glass cover.

The inscription was blurry, and nothing could be seen clearly.

I walked to the pavilion in one go, Song Meng was not here at all, and there was no figure of her when I looked around.

The sun was already high and I was panting with heat.

There was no place to sit around, so I leaned back on the glass cover to rest, a little depressed inside.

"Hey, why are you leaning on this, come down." A voice remembered.

When I turned around, it was a teenager who was a little bit younger, still wearing a school uniform, and his whole body was wet.

Is it raining?

I had just had this year, and suddenly a dark cloud drifted in the sky, and when the wind blew, countless rains fell.

That's how the summer rain comes.

I cursed, the weather forecast didn't say it would rain today, and I didn't bring an umbrella. The young man stood outside the pavilion, unconcerned about the rain, but glared at me, "Tell you to get up." ”

I straightened up and said something about leaning in. He was angry and said, "Do you know who this is?" This is the great hero of Qingfeng County, have you ever studied history, haven't you come here to worship? ”

Being reprimanded by a child, I couldn't bear my face.

"I don't know, I'm a tourist."

"Tourists should also read more!"

Your sister.

Children are stupid to read, right?

I couldn't laugh or cry, and I said, okay, tell me this story.

The boy proudly told me this history. Although more than 80 years have passed, there are often schools to organize some patriotic education and the like.

I'm quite puzzled, aren't all these kinds of education bases or martyrs' cemeteries built?

The young man shook his head and said that although this was the place where the martyr He Ping died, his body was finally rescued and buried in his own ancestral grave. And here, it is the ancient battlefield.

"I've heard that it's a mass grave, and when you build a park, you can dig up people's bones. My grandfather said it wasn't peaceful and wouldn't call me to play. ”

"What, there are ghosts?" I laugh.

The boy said, "That's right. Especially when it's raining. My grandfather said that the war took place on a rainy day, so it was most dangerous when it rained. When it rains, people often hear someone shouting their name in the rain, and at this time, you must not answer, as soon as you answer, you will be called away and join them. ”

The boy said seriously.

"Then you're coming here? Isn't it going to rain today? ”

"He died a long time ago, and my mother said it was feudal superstition and told me not to believe him." The boy shrugged.

At this time, the sky was very dark, and the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder. When I saw that the rain was getting heavier, I called him in to take shelter. The boy just stared at the pouring rain and ignored me.

"Hey! Hurry up and come in, watch out for a cold. ”

This kid is so weird.

The boy shook his head and looked behind him, "They're coming, you should get out of the way quickly." ”

After saying that, he ran to the side.

"Who's coming?" I took two steps and asked.

But the boy ignored me at all, ran straight into a bamboo forest, and suddenly disappeared.

It's weird.

I stared at the rain with some apprehension.

Yang Dong ...... Yang Dong ......"

It looked like someone was shouting at me in the rain.

I was about to ask who it was when my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was an alarm clock I ordered, and I was supposed to grab a group buy, but there was no signal.

Yang Dong ...... Yang Dong ......"

The sound is getting closer, more and more, eerie.

It was as if many people were shouting in the rain.

I thought of the boy's words, and my heart chuckled.

Is it true that what he said?

I made up my mind to keep quiet, and in a moment the voice became a female voice.

It sounds a lot like Song Meng's.

Will it still be based on my own perception of the hallucination?

I was wondering, and suddenly I saw a person running from not far away, wasn't it Song Meng who I had been following?

"Yang Dong? Why are you here? ”

She put her hands on top of her head and rushed towards the pavilion, "Is that you Yang Dong?" ”

I was about to speak, but I stopped at the thought of what the boy had said.

Is this also an illusion? I didn't say a word, I was silent.

"Yang Dong? Tell me back. Song Meng spoke up again.

They called me one after another.

It wasn't a long way, and she ran in less than a minute. But she called me no less than ten times in a minute.

I was puzzled in my heart, and suddenly said, "Song Meng? ”

Song Meng was arranging her hair, and when she heard me speak, she looked up at me, "You finally spoke, and you haven't responded to me, and you thought you were evil!" Yang Dong, what happened just now? ”

"Nothing." I think it's okay to speak, just don't answer her words.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

"But you didn't agree to call your name, are you Yang Dong or not?"

I said, "Song Meng must know if I am Yang Dong, are you Song Meng?" ”

A trace of unnaturalness flashed on Song Meng's face, and he smiled: "Let's not play dumb riddles between the two of us." How did you get back here? ”

"It's okay to go out and hang out. Aren't you going to accompany your relatives? ”

"The North Pavilion is also a monument." Song Meng said.

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