Chapter 21: Aunt Xue is gone

I turned to a few of them and gave a "shh

Everyone understood and fell silent.

I'm actually scared enough! I unconsciously wondered what would be behind the wall, could it be Xiao Wei's dog's illness!

On second thought, unless it was a dog the size of a calf, it couldn't make such a breathing sound! I kept putting forward hypotheses in my head, and I kept being denied by myself, and when I thought about it, I had reached the end of this wall.

At that moment, I could hear my own heartbeat, and I was so nervous that my breathing became rapid. When I poked my head out and looked at it, I found that there was only a corridor behind the wall, and the clearer breathing sound came from behind a small door on the opposite side of the corridor, and experience told me that this should be a toilet.

Lavatory? What can be in the toilet! At this moment, the doubts in my heart reached the extreme!

This can't be the snort of Curator Wei's constipation!

The people behind me were all like elementary school students, subconsciously lined up, probably because the environment and atmosphere at that time were rendered, and they all looked at me nervously.

I really wanted to slap myself a few times, this is a pretend!

I can't help it! It's all come to this point, so I have to arch forward.

I took out the wooden sword left by my master from my backpack, and although I still don't understand what this wooden sword is for, I can hold something in my hand, and I will always be more sure.

I slowly pushed the door open, and the first thing I saw was a trembling leg.

I chuckled in my heart again, is it really a person inside? How can a person make such a strange breathing sound!

When the door was opened, I saw that it was indeed a person! And everyone present knew it - it turned out to be Director Wei! He curled up naked in the corner.

"Xiao Wei? How are you here! ”

Curator Li and Wu Zhiqiang, who were behind me, shouted in surprise almost at the same time.

This toilet is very narrow, except for the unkempt and trance-looking Curator Wei, there is only one toilet left.

Xiao Wei was naked, covered in blood, and there was also a blood stain on the ground.

Look closely, there is a trace of black thread stuck to the blood stain - damn me! This turned out to be hair, countless hairs about five or six centimeters long! At that time, the visual impact was too great, I was first attracted by the bare-bottomed man in front of me, and then I put my eyes on the ground, and only when I saw the hair in the blood stains did I glance at the head of Curator Xiao Wei.

Oh, my God! Xiao Wei almost became bald, and the only remaining hair was long and short, very unevenly distributed on the bloodstained scalp, and at a glance, he knew that the hair on this end was torn off by himself.

Look at his crotch again, oh my God! A puddle of blood, with the slight movement of his legs, was still bubbling with blood, and if he looked closely, the source of his happiness was gone, replaced by a bloody hole.

I rub! It can't be ripped off by itself, right?

Curator Li and Wu Zhiqiang slowly leaned over and shouted Xiao Wei a few times.

Xiao Wei kept staring at the opposite wall with his eyes open, without the slightest reaction.

Then I called the police, and after the police arrived, as the leader of the unit, Director Li naturally wanted to stay to deal with the aftermath, and we were interrogated a few words before returning to the cultural center.

After sending the four of us back to the cultural center, Wu Zhiqiang hired a few more migrant workers, found a car, and transported the bronze bell back to the museum.

After this toss, even Wu Zhiqiang didn't understand what was going on.

In their museum, although they are the deputy curators, they also have their own division of labor, and Xiao Wei is specifically responsible for cultural relics, so Wu Zhiqiang doesn't know much about the bronze bell.

I wanted to call a few employees of the unit who ran with Xiao Wei, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, the people sent came back by themselves, and they didn't find anyone, which is a coincidence! Several people took sick leave in the past two days.

No way, Wu Zhiqiang called the administrator and led us to the warehouse in the backyard.

The warehouse was a mess, but I immediately recognized the black bronze bell in the corner, and it was more like a rusty metal lump.

After the antique Li saw the ancient clock, he let out an "ah"!

"How come these two ancient bells are the same!"

"Same? Lao Li, there is a big difference between these two ancient clocks? How could it be the same! ”

Antique Li held his glasses in both hands, looked the ancient clock up and down, and replied: "It looks different now, but judging from my experience, these two ancient clocks are the same batch, that is to say, they are cast in one mold." ”

The first time I saw the ancient clock, the heat flow in my body immediately began to work, as if it was echoing the ancient clock. I was overjoyed in my heart, and said in my heart: It should be this ancient clock, and I finally found it!

Antique Li also looked excited, looked around in a circle, and muttered: "It's this ancient clock!" It's this ancient clock! You see, these rusty lumps are formed by soaking in water all year round! ”

In the afternoon of the same day, Wu Zhiqiang found a car and transported the bronze bell full of metal bumps to our village, which can be regarded as returning the goods to its original owner!

This matter should be talked about separately.

Let's talk about Xiao Wei first, and afterwards I heard Wang Jiliang say that he died in the hospital, just five days after we came back.

I heard that the police station sent Xiao Wei to the local hospital that day, and after diagnosis and treatment, he had a mental breakdown, the scars on his body were scratched out by his fingernails, and his hair and the source of happiness were also pulled off by himself.

During the few days in the hospital, Xiao Wei didn't eat or drink, didn't close his eyes for a minute, and kept muttering, "I know it's wrong!" I know it's wrong! ”

On the afternoon of the fifth day, he choked.

The ancient bell was first sent to the village branch compound of Laomiao Village, and we were asked to put it back in the temple in the west of the village.

Of course, it is said that it is the return of things to their original owners, but it is just a pretext, it is just an excuse for Wang Jiliang to ask Yang Guoshan to return to the ancient bell, and he knows this matter well.

Although they are all looking at breaking feudal superstitions now, when the unit is located and built, they will also find a Mr. Yin and Yang to look at feng shui, and it is indispensable to burn paper and incense before and after the start of construction.

Hearing that the ancient bell had been transported back, the neighbors of Laomiao Village rushed to the village branch compound to watch.

"Just such a rusty lump of iron, can you stop those snakes?"

"It's all rotten like this, it's not going to fail, is it?"

……

There is everything, but it is nothing more than chewing the root of the tongue.

Wang Jiliang summoned a few prestigious old men and several captains of the brigade in the village, and asked me to tell them about the ancient bell of the Yellow River.

In fact, I also understand what Wang Jiliang means, after all, I am just a Mao boy who is less than seventeen years old, and I grew up in Laomiao Village since I was a child.

At first glance, they were all big people in the village, and they didn't even look at me at first, but now they were listening to me, and I felt so happy!

"Xiao Zhen, a few of us know that sixty years ago, Daoist You Fang sank an ancient bell into the Yellow River to suppress the snakes, how did you know?"

The one who asked me was Wei Dahu, who was in his seventies.

Without waiting for me to answer, Wang Jiliang explained for me: "Uncle Wei, you don't know, some time ago, Xiao Zhen followed a master to learn Taoism, and even Uncle Sun praised him for his Taoist skills!" ”

He winked at me as he spoke.

As soon as Old Man Sun was mentioned, the waists of the few people who originally disdained me also straightened. In this village, there are two most prestigious people, except for Wang Jiliang, who has been the village party secretary for more than ten years, is the old man Sun who is known as Banxian'er.

Hearing that Wang Jiliang and Old Man Sun were so sure of me Chen Xiaozhen, they had to believe it.

"Xiao Zhen, what do you think should be done about this?"

The old cannon who had been talking coldly to me all the time also asked with a smile at this time.

Looking at the appearance of several old men, I wanted to laugh, and I wanted to walk over and spit on them a few times, but I thought that they were all neighbors of a village, and Wang Jiliang was still standing next to him, so I dispelled these thoughts of revenge.

"Ao-according to what I wrote in my book "The Yellow River Classic", we should choose a sunny day at noon, tie a red thread on the ancient bell, and then transport it to the middle of the river by boat, wait until the incense is burned and the paper is burned, and then throw it into the river."

I replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

"That's it?"

They didn't seem to believe it, and even Wang Jiliang looked at me with a puzzled face, as if he didn't expect it to be so simple.

I was a little hairy in my heart when I was stared at by a few pairs of eyes, but I still pretended to be calm and replied: "It's as simple as that! This ancient bell is the nemesis of the evil of the Yellow River, and as soon as this ancient bell enters the water, all the supernatural evil will be suppressed. ”

Listening to me say so sure, the people stopped saying anything, and asked me to calculate which day was a good day and an auspicious day.

The bell throwing ceremony was set on the third day, in fact, I don't know if it was an auspicious day, but I just casually talked about it.

However, the more impoverished and backward the rural areas of China, the stronger the color of feudal superstition will be.

In less than half a day, everyone in Laomiao Village knew about the ancient bell of the Yellow River, and the faint worry in everyone's hearts instantly dissipated.

Originally, I Chen Xiaozhen was their reassurance, but on the afternoon of the day the ancient clock was transported, I was like a concubine who was beaten into the cold palace - out of favor!

In fact, it's okay like this, so as not to be asked by this one during the day, that one to chat, and at night to sleep with the unmarried girl in the village. Some people may think that I am hypocritical to say this, and it is not good to sleep with a girl? I don't bother to explain, so I'll figure it out for myself!

Even better, no one bothered me and I was finally able to do what I wanted at night......

That night, Yanli fried three side dishes and boiled stupid chicken soup, and the two sat facing each other, chatting while eating, smiling at each other, and flirting with their eyebrows.

I told Yanli about the past two days, and she just listened silently, occasionally "um" and nodded a few times.

In order to avoid outsiders from disturbing, I quietly closed the door while Yanli was cooking, and waited for me to be honored after dinner. It may have come naturally, when I stretched out my arm to pick up Yanli, not only did she not resist in the slightest, but she hugged my neck very cooperatively.

"Bang bang! Bang Bang Bang! ”

Just when my mind was full of spring, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"I'm rubbing! Who the fuck is so good at picking the time! ”

"Xiao Zhen, I'm Uncle Wang, something happened! Open the door quickly......"

Originally, I wanted to pretend that I couldn't hear it, let him knock enough, and left with interest, but as soon as I heard that it was Wang Jiliang who knocked on the door, I was embarrassed to refuse to let people out, scolded a few more times, and went to open the door stupidly.

"What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"

I asked as I opened the door.

"Xue Chunshan's daughter-in-law's body is gone!"

Wang Jiliang replied with a frightened face.