But to be honest, this tree is not an ordinary difficult climb.

Generally speaking, camphor trees are short and bloated trees with many branches, but these white camphor trees in the school are rare and unusual, not only growing more than 20 meters high, but also hardly any branches, and the straight trunk towers to the sky like bamboo, which almost makes people mistake it for aspen from a distance.

But the most excessive thing is that I don't know which worker is so immoral, and he exterminated all the thin branches below the main trunk of the camphor tree, which could be easily climbed by people, and shaved them clean, so that I had a great time to climb up, and almost every time I moved up two meters, I was tired and out of breath, and I had to stop and rest for a while.

"Hey, Xiaoye, do you want me to throw a towel to wipe your sweat, huh?" Xue Ying stood against the tree, wrapping her coat tightly while not forgetting to taunt me.

I glared down and scolded softly, "Turn on the lamp for me, be careful if I fall down and crush you!" While speaking, his hands and feet were not idle, and he pressed his legs to the trunk, and finally grabbed a tree trunk.

Beyond the dangerous eight-meter distance, the rest of the place was much easier.

After carefully climbing up for more than ten minutes, I finally came to the branch where the blue bag hung, my heart was beating rapidly with excitement, and I swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, and I lifted the bag in my hand. My body began to tremble, my left hand trembled and I turned on the small flashlight, and I couldn't wait to look at the blue bag in my hand.

Very light. That's my first feeling when I mention it.

The bag was woven of blue linen, and judging by the dust and fading from the top, it must have been hanging from the tree for a long time.

The bag was not large, and it contained a flat round object about ten centimeters in diameter. Pinch it with your hands, it's soft, but you can't feel what's inside.

The chill in the wind was getting stronger, and the treetops were shaking in the summer night wind, barely making it impossible for me to stand still. I carefully lowered the bag with the nylon rope I had brought with me, and then slid down the tree as fast as I could.

Xue Ying was squatting, looking at the cloth bag curiously, wanting to open it, but she felt that it was very disgusting, so she had to carefully poke the bag with her index finger, but immediately retracted her hand as if she had been bitten by something.

She frowned and said to me, "Do you think the corpse of that baby in the school legend is in this disgusting cloth bag?" ”

"I don't think I'm going to be that lucky." I shook my head, carefully unwrapped the outer layer of blue linen, and said, "Did you know that many villages have a strange custom?" ”

"What customs?"

"There are many people in the countryside who believe that living things have souls, and if you kill pigs, ducks, and other domestic animals and poultry, you should cut off their livers and hang them in bags and hang them on trees, so that their corpses do not come to you." While pulling out the inner layer, I said, "In some places, the placenta of a baby who dies at birth is hung on a tree to rest the soul. They believe that if the soul of a dead baby is disturbed, the dead baby will return to his parents every night and suck in the yang energy of his loved ones. ”

"Don't talk about it, it's terrible!" Xue Ying looked around and couldn't help but shudder.

I laughed: "These are just superstitions, what is there to be afraid of." "Finally untied the last knot, and I pulled the blue hemp open, revealing what's inside.

It's a bag wrapped in a large piece of gray-blue cloth. I unfolded it, and a large pile of rags of clothing appeared in front of our eyes.

"What are these?" Xue Ying exclaimed in surprise: "There is not a single bone in it!" ”

"These should have been the uniforms of our school more than 10 years ago." I flipped through the rags with my hand and looked at them carefully, "It's a women's school uniform, and the girl is about 1.6 meters." And the pieces of underwear here? Well, it looks like her boobs should be huge......"

Feeling that someone was hitting my head hard, I raised my face in surprise, and glared at me angrily, "Why are you boys so!" ”

"Miss, I'm just telling you what I see!" I cried out for wrongdoing.

Xue Ying snorted: "Although I know you very well, there are some things that can't be said in front of a lady." ”

"This guy can't be having an inferiority complex with the owner of this pile of rags......" I muttered under my breath.

Leaving her unreasonable behind, she began to look at it again. "Hey, what is this?" Carefully pinching the rag, I stumbled upon a card-sized piece of cardboard, pulled it out and looked closely, and it turned out to be a very old school card.

I suddenly became excited, and hurriedly moved the light of the flashlight, trying to read the words on it, when suddenly I felt a lot of silence around me.

Xue Ying, who was still muttering in her ear just now, stopped talking, she leaned on my back, and her whole body kept shaking.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked strangely.

"Listen, it's like a baby crying." She began to tremble with fear.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully for a while, but I didn't notice anything unusual, "Where?" Why can't I hear it? As soon as he finished speaking, a chill crept up his spine and climbed above his head.

On the soles of the feet, a faint cry began to sound, getting louder and louder, it was a baby's cry, a cry of pain!

That high-pitched sound echoed through the camphor grove and seemed to resonate with each tree. The hollow cry was dry and penetrating, and even if you covered your ears, you could clearly hear it, and the horror it brought to people's hearts.

In fear, reason can no longer play any role.

The primal instinct made me quickly wake up from the extreme shock and fear, grabbed the burden with my left hand, grabbed Xue Ying with my right hand, and ran away from the forest with all my might.

My mind began to get confused, and as I ran, my brain struggled to suppress my fears while dealing with a flood of doubts rushing into my brain at high speed.

In the glimpse just now, I clearly wrote down the message left on the school card

"The third class of the sixty-second high school of the first middle school of Xuequan Township, Zhou Jian."

It can be seen that this is a school card for a boy in the third year of high school, although I don't know who he is, but one thing is very strange: in a pile of girls' broken clothes, why is there a boy's school card? Are these things directly related to the **** legends on campus?

It feels as if I've grasped something, but I can't clearly summarize it into a valid clue.

I vaguely feel that the legend that has been circulating on campus for more than ten years seems to have some plots distorted......