Chapter 202 Puppeteer Yang Juan

It's a weird feeling.

It's like in the dark night, on the prairie or in the vegetable patch, you see a person, but when you walk over, you find that the person in front of you is a scarecrow.

However, Xu Que didn't pay much attention.

The other party is an old man who has been paralyzed, and he must not be seen from the eyes of a normal person.

At this time, Zhou Xiaohong came pushing a wheelchair.

Xu Que walked over to say hello, "Hello grandpa." ”

"Hello."

Mr. Song in the wheelchair nodded lightly, "You are Fangfang's friend, after so many years, Fangfang is the first time to take a boy home, you are very good." ”

Song Fangfang was embarrassed for a moment, walked over and squatted down, "Grandpa, he is my good friend, by the way, I bought you a gift." ”

Xu Que hurriedly put down the gift in his hand.

"You kid." Mr. Song's voice was hoarse, "Look at your grandfather, I still buy things, I'm a lot older, how can I use it?" ”

"This is a little bit of caution on our part as juniors." Song Fangfang smiled.

"Hey, take these things back, I just want you to live a good life, don't be like your cousin, go early."

"yes, I see."

Song Fangfang then sighed, "Grandpa, I remember, when I was a child, you told me and my cousin a story, it was about our village, a story called a puppet doll, you said, be careful of a woman named Yang Juan, she will catch the child and go, because she has no children, only a puppet doll around her......"

"Good granddaughter, why did you suddenly ask her what she was doing?"

Old Mr. Song's eyes, which were originally unfocused, were raised, looking slightly surprised.

"Because before my cousin died, someone sent her a puppet doll, as if to curse her, I suspect that my cousin's death is related to the puppet doll, so I want to ask."

"Well, this story of Yang Juan is still the story of my father when he was a child, but it's just a sad woman's story, and then my father used this story to scare us and make us obey the rules, and I will tell this story to your father and you, there is nothing to study."

"Oh, I see, can you tell me the specific story?" Xu Que interjected at this time.

"I'll tell you."

Nanny Zhou Xiaohong turned her head, "Everyone in our village knows this story, but Fangfang doesn't live here when she was very young, so she probably doesn't know much." ”

"When Mr. Song's father's generation was a child, a woman named Yang Juan got married, she could perform ventriloquism, her performance was said to be very exciting, holding a puppet doll, put it in her hand, she could interact with the puppet doll and communicate together, her performance audience was always a lot, and the children in the village always liked to play with her at that time."

"But one day, a boy broke her puppet doll, Yang Juan was very angry, questioned the boy, and finally the boy ran home crying, the next day, someone found that the boy died by a river, and the people in the village suspected that Yang Juan had a grudge and killed the boy Song Dong."

"At that time, the legal system was not perfect, and we were very closed here, the boy's father was the village chief at the time, and he had the power in his hands, so he took someone to Yang Juan's house, and the two sides had a big conflict, because the boy Song Dong's father was many, and the village was full of people from the Song family, so after the conflict, someone killed Yang Juan's husband on the spot, Yang Juan was finally smashed on the head, everyone thought she was dead, but in the end, her body was missing."

"Missing? Isn't she dead? Xu Que asked?

"Well, she's not dead, she's crazy. In the end, someone said that on the day the child Song Dong died, Yang Juan had been making her puppet doll at home and had never gone out, indicating that the Song family had wronged her, so Song Dong's father didn't look for her anymore, and the Song family held a funeral for Song Dong and buried it on the mountain, and Yang Juan went crazy. ”

"It's pathetic." Song Fangfang looked at Xu Que with some sadness, "That woman is so miserable, the boy was obviously not killed by her, just because of a previous contradiction, they actually killed her husband." ”

"yes."

Zhou Xiaohong nodded slightly, "But, what if Song Dong's father knew that he had killed the wrong person?" At that time in the village, he said yes. ”

"What about Yang Juan later?" Xu Que asked: "If she was just crazy, there shouldn't be a story about scaring children with her, right?" ”

"Later, she was locked up in her own house, and her neighbor came to her and asked her what she was doing, and she said to make a puppet doll, and she wanted to be the perfect puppet doll."

Zhou Xiaohong sighed lightly, "Later, she died, no one knows, I only heard her neighbor say that before Yang Juan died, she said that she wanted to make herself a puppet, and she frightened her neighbor at that time......"

"What about Yang Juan's corpse?" Xu Que asked.

"I don't know, this story may be fake, because it has been circulated for so long, no one knows whether the original thing is true or false, but who knows, even if what Yang Juan said is true, but she is crazy after all."

"Since you're dead, there should be a cemetery? Do you know where Yang Juan's grave is? ”

"I don't know, Yang Juan is a person with a foreign surname, and according to the rules, she can't be buried in Songjia Village."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

As soon as Zhou Xiaohong finished speaking, Old Man Song suddenly coughed violently.

"What's wrong with you, old man?" Zhou Xiaohong hurriedly patted the old man on the back.

"Ahem...... I'm tired, help me to rest. ”

"Okay."

Zhou Xiaohong said apologetically to Xu Que and Song Fangfang: "I'm sorry, Xiaofang, the weather may have been cold recently, your grandfather can't stand the wind and cold, I'll take him to the air-conditioned room to rest for a while." ”

"Oh, well, I'll go to my cousin's funeral first."

"Hmm."

Zhou Xiaohong pushed Old Man Song and left slowly.

Looking at the backs of the two, Xu Que felt a little weird.

Because according to Song Fangfang's words, the relationship between Old Man Song and her is very good, but when his granddaughter comes back this time, his demeanor seems to be a little ...... Indescribable indifference.

"Maybe it's really sick, right?"

Xu Que sighed.

"What did you say?" Song Fangfang was curious.

"Oh, I'm thinking, your grandfather's condition seems to be really serious, but fortunately Zhou Xiaohong takes care of him."

"Yes, Sister Zhou is really good, in the past three years, my grandfather has never said anything bad about her, you know, my grandfather is a very picky person, and my two aunts took care of him and were scolded by him very miserably."

"Well, let's go, let's go to your cousin's funeral first."

The two went out, and when they arrived at the car, Xu Que picked up his backpack, "I have some tools here, I have to hold them in my hands." ”

In the backpack, it is naturally a ragdoll Xiaoxue.

When she left, Xiaoxue hid in her backpack and muttered, "Xu Que, someone is staring at you behind you." "If you want to chat with more like-minded people about "My Horror Ghost Building", follow "Hot Network or rd444" on WeChat to chat about your favorite books with more book friends