Teacher Han said: "It must be the back, you have to go to the forest, I am behind you, what I see must be your back, how can I see your face, I don't even see the back very clearly." ”

I said, "Then how do you know that person is me?" ”

Teacher Han said: "Nonsense, is there a third person here?" ”

Indeed, the two of us went into the mountain together, and this is a deep mountain that is not often seen, so if I had already chased the photo into the forest at that time, then Mr. Han would definitely think it was me when he saw a blurry back.

If I had seen a back at that time, as long as it was a little bit like Mr. Han, then I would definitely think it was him.

Teacher Han didn't open his yin and yang eyes at that time, and he couldn't see ghosts, so he could only see people.

In other words, besides the two of us, there must have been another living person there at that time.

Who is this person? Could it be the murderer?

I asked Mr. Han, "Even if it's vague, how much do you see it, what do you see?"

Tall, short, fat and thin, do you see the color of your clothes, is it the same as mine? ”

"Nonsense!" Teacher Han was quite dissatisfied with my question, "If even the color of your tall, short, fat and thin clothes is different from yours, then how can I think it's you?" ”

If what Mr. Han said was true, then if it wasn't for his dazzle, then there was really a person near us, who was tall, short, fat and thin like me, and dressed like me.

Then it must not be a coincidence, it should be that the person premeditated to imitate me.

When I was in Guhuai Town, there was a person like me, but that was Wan Peng's tricks, and now Wan Peng and the archaeological team are together, it is impossible for him to come here as a doppelganger, what is going on now?

I remembered the shadow hanging from the beam of the house last night, and that shadow looked at me from the back, and it was basically exactly the same as me, so could there be a second me?

If it weren't for the fact that someone deliberately imitated me, then a reasonable explanation would only be the two possibilities of Mr. Han lying, or Mr. Han being dazzled.

Either someone lied to Mr. Han, or Mr. Han lied to me.

But what is their purpose in doing so? In order for us to discover the bodies of Xiao Zhou and Lao Zhou? In order to trick Mr. Han into going to the woods to die?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I couldn't tell anything about the bit of information I had, and I didn't have any way to verify it further.

After going through so many things, there is still only one way for me to deal with this kind of question, and that is to choose to ignore it first, not to think about him for the time being, and to solve the current matter first.

After walking forward for a while, and seeing that it was almost noon, Mr. Han said that he could stop and solve lunch first.

I said, "You cleaned up those two corpses in your head so quickly?" We won't be far from it, and if those two things get up, it won't take them more than five minutes. ”

Teacher Han said, "I know, but I can't go forward, do you see the tree in front of you with half of its bark stripped off?" It was a sign to guide the way, and after passing the tree, a little further on, you were at the silt pool.

You also saw the big trucks that were transporting the silt at that time, and they were sealed so tightly that they still attracted flies, and you should be able to think of what the situation would be in the silt tank.

The nausea was no worse than those two corpses, and it was too close to the mud pool for a while to eat. ”

When he said this, I instantly thought of the manure pit of the rural dry toilet, and quickly waved his hand to let him stop, and then couldn't help but sigh with heartfelt emotion: "The people in your town are really not afraid of dirty, not afraid of being tired, and they can collectively dig dung."

But I see them one by one, not stupid, not stupid, not lacking arms and legs, this kind of work of digging silt can be endured, so why go out and do something, what is there to be nostalgic for this broken town?

Instead of staying in the town to dig dung, you might as well go out and work. ”

Teacher Han sneered: "Go out and find any job, can you work for a week and eat for a year?" Moreover, they are neither educated nor skilled.

Although they are all able-bodied people, even if they go out, they will not starve to death, but they are also mixed at the bottom of the society, and there is no hope for them to come out, so it is better to nest in this mountain and daydream about themselves.

Although this town looks dilapidated in your eyes, but in the next few villages and towns, the living conditions are the best, and they are used to being envied, so they refuse to go outside and wait for people.

What's more, there are still many of them who believe in that baseless legend. ”

Still envy these dung diggers? The people here are really weird.

But think about it, maybe it's understandable, digging black mines is so dangerous, mining is like a hemp, aren't there still so many people who will dig it? And the people around them are still envious that they can go to mining, at least there is a way to make money.

But I feel that what really makes these people in this town obsessed with this mud town must be the legend, after all, it is all this era, even if the news was blocked before, people are satisfied with the life of this town, but the modern society is so developed, there are cars directly to the city every day, plus there is any information on the Internet, it is impossible for young people to resist the temptation of the outside world.

The slight sense of superiority that is better than the economy of the surrounding towns should have been diluted to the point that it can be ignored by the current developed traffic and the amount of information exploding.

Just like the Wu mother-in-law's family, which used to be hundreds of years old, they were all around the mother-in-law, and it can even be said that they relied on the skill of the mother-in-law to support the entire family, but now most of the young children of the Wu family are not far away, and even those who go abroad have long been disdainful of these old crafts.

If you want to say that the Wu family's walk is gloomy and terrifying, so that young people avoid it, then the Han family's corpse industry is even more terrifying, how can the men, women and children of a town be willing to guard?

I asked Mr. Han, "What kind of legend is it?" Let's listen to it, I think the fireworks in this town are still quite heavy, there are a lot of people, it is not an empty nest village, and it is definitely not an ordinary legend to be able to retain so many people. ”

As a result, Mr. Han said: "Don't say it, it's an absurd story that no one believes it, and the five cents a paragraph is more logical than that, and there is nothing good to hear." I wonder, how can anyone think that such a bizarre story is true? It can be passed down for hundreds of years. ”

I said, "If I'm right, the story itself is bizarre, but it has been passed down for so many years, and there are so many people who believe it, then surely something happened in this town that makes them feel that it just confirms that legend, so they choose to believe it."

Moreover, this confirmation has not only appeared once, at least it should be experienced by each generation, or seen with their own eyes.

For example, there is a legend that there is a fox cultivating in the back mountain, and if this fox never appears, even if the person who tells the story of the fox at the beginning tells the story more wonderful and vividly, then it will gradually be forgotten by people, and it will not be passed down for a few years, let alone several generations.

People listen to stories and don't think they're real.

But while everyone was still doubting the authenticity of this story, suddenly a man went into the mountains and got lost, and met a big fox who brought him out, and although the fox was an animal, he did things like a human being.

Then this story is combined with the previous story, there will definitely be more people who believe it, and the chance of passing it on will be greater, and the legend of this fox fairy will soon become the most popular one in the story that grandma told her grandson.

But that's not enough to keep it going, and after a few decades, the story will still be forgotten.

But if at a time when the story is fading out of people's mouths, and suddenly there is another stormy night, and someone sees a huge fox portrait reflected in the sky in the light of lightning, then the story will be passed down again.

After a few decades, some people saw a strange brilliance in the back mountain at night, and some good people secretly went into the mountain to check and found that a fox was cultivating in Tudan, so this story will be passed on again.

A story that is not absurd enough, in order to be passed down and regarded as true, needs to be repeated so many times, or even more confirmed, your absurd to exaggerated story, I am afraid that there have been quite a lot of abnormalities, so that the people in the town can be so superstitious about him. ”

Teacher Han said expressionlessly: "Yes, you're right, that thing does come out every ten years to brush up on its sense of existence, and every time it makes it look like something is really going on, but I still don't plan to believe it."

The tricks are all made up by people, and I prefer to believe that some people planned those things in an organized and purposeful manner. ”

"Hundreds of years of planning? This time span is also a little longer. ”

In fact, if you think about it again, it doesn't seem strange that the Yuanguang Girl has been planning for three hundred years in order to escape? It is not too unusual for him to continue to carry out his plan for a few hundred years for a few hundred years for something important, or to continue to carry out his plan for a few hundred years after death.

I asked Mr. Han, "What kind of legend is it?" What strange things have happened, say it and refer to it together. I've experienced a lot of strange things, I don't have experience with anything else, what a non-human, demon, I've seen a lot, let's hear it. ”

As a result, Mr. Han just silently took out the food in his backpack and began to clean up the venue and prepare a picnic, without any intention of telling me a story.

Where would I do it, and while helping him clean up, I asked again: "What the hell is going on?" Since it's about the whole town, it's probably not a secret, so there's no need to hide it from me. ”

Teacher Han glanced at me and said, "I am a teacher, teaching and educating people, and I can't tell children such things." ”