The mobile phone signal around Uncle Zhang's house was still very strong, but I didn't call the police immediately.

First of all, it's late. Secondly, I still want to find out the secrets in Uncle Zhang's house first.

Anyway, those bones looked like they had been dead for at least ten or twenty years, and they weren't in a hurry to do so on this day or two.

In Uncle Zhang's house, due to two homicides in a row, the police have fenced off the entire house with a warning barrier.

However, in the middle of the mountains, it is impossible for police officers to come to investigate, so I was relieved to boldly untie the barrier and push my motorcycle into the small courtyard surrounded by a fence.

Meng Xiang once told me that when she came with Section Chief Wang Zhou, Uncle Zhang was not at home. But now I see that the iron lock on the door is still not really locked.

I don't know if Uncle Zhang came back before, or if Meng Xiang and others hung the iron lock in the lock as it was before leaving.

I unlocked the iron lock and pushed the door open.

The first thing I saw was a shirtless man wearing only a pair of large trousers, standing on the left side of the hall against the wall.

His eyes glared at me fiercely, and there was a faint green light in his eyes.

What's even more terrifying is that he actually has a sharp axe on his head, and the axe cuts deep into his skull.

Blood flowed down the wound, staining half of his cheeks red.

Although I had long expected that there would definitely be more terrifying visions in Uncle Zhang's house, this scene still made me exclaim in shock.

Fortunately, after a single breath, the illusion disappeared.

The room was dimly lit, and the four doors on either side were all tightly closed.

The rear door was bolted as it had been the last time it had been visited.

I stood outside the gate, contemplating the vision I had just seen.

If what I see is really as Li Zi said, and it is not completely an illusion, then maybe there has been a murder in Uncle Zhang's room.

- Maybe this is the real reason for the strange dream, as well as a series of strange phenomena such as Chu Feifei Xiao Wang being strangled to death, Yuan Wangzhou falling asleep and not waking up!

I thought the culprit might be a very ordinary wooden relief.

But, who is this man? Why was he killed with an axe?

Meng Xiang once inquired from the nearby mountain people that something very bad happened to Uncle Zhang's family twenty years ago, is that a very bad thing referring to this homicide case?

I took a breath and calmed down, feeling a little bolder than before.

Because if I really get to the crux of everything, then I have a better chance of solving the crux of the problem and saving my own life.

I moved all the stuff in the motorcycle storage compartment into the house.

Because I was ready to stay here for a few more days, and I wasn't very good at cooking, I was very prepared.

All kinds of canned vegetables, packaged meat, plus a few catties of fruits, and a dozen packs of fast food noodles, are enough for me to eat for two or three days.

There was also a jar of dog food for the elusive big black dog.

I'm storing these items in room 1.

Luckily in room 1, I didn't see any visions.

But when I dared to open the door of room No. 3, I saw a woman lying on the bed, with a pair of big hands, strangled by the woman's neck.

I couldn't see the owner of the big hands, but the woman struggled and twisted, but I could see clearly, it didn't look like Chu Feifei.

And when the illusion disappeared, a thought suddenly welled up in my heart, so I immediately turned around and walked out of room 3 and went to the room where Uncle Zhang lived himself.

There was an iron lock on the door, the same as when I first came, and I removed it and pushed it open.

It was dark in the room, and an old woman was sitting at the head of the bed, staring blankly at me.

I was stunned for a moment, and then the old woman disappeared, and it was still my vision.

If the last time I visited, I saw so many horrific visions in a row, I would have been scared to death.

But now I was determined, and even though my hairs stood on end, I went into the house and turned on the lights.

Then I opened the cabinet door and looked for the picture frame I had seen before.

Because I suspect that the woman I just saw who was strangled to death by a pair of big hands, and the man with an axe on his head, are Uncle Zhang's daughter and son-in-law.

As for the old woman who was sitting in the house just now, Bacheng was Uncle Zhang's dead wife.

But I stood on tiptoe and searched carefully, and I even took all the bits and pieces off the wardrobe partition, and I couldn't find the photo frame with the photo of Uncle Zhang's family.

Maybe Uncle Zhang once came back and took the photo frame away, and there is no basis for whether my guess is correct or not.

I went back to room 3 and took a closer look at the relief on the headboard.

And this time, when I was close to the bedside, my phone didn't squeak like the last time.

The relief is really exquisite, although the headboard is also polished smooth and flat, but this relief inlaid on it, it is still not very harmonious.

It was like a piece of jade inlaid on a very ordinary iron object.

The women and boys in the reliefs are still dressed in light veils and have graceful postures;

The boy was still in his pajamas, slender and delicate.

But women have hair, and they also have eyes.

Because of her hair and eyes, the woman looks very delicate and unusual, which matches her graceful posture.

Could it be that when I went to bed that night, I saw the woman with no eyes, and I was really wrong?

Thinking of the two blurry photos taken by Meng Xiang, I also took out my mobile phone and took two shots.

When I opened it and looked at it, it was the same as the two photos taken by Meng Xiang, which were blurry and unclear.

I looked at the bright window and turned sideways to pat the foot of the bed.

It's clear! Even the dust on the ground in the shadow of the foot of the bed is clearly recognizable.

I turned around again and patted at the relief, and when I opened it, it was still vague.

In other words, there is something wrong with this relief, and my previous speculation is not entirely unreasonable.

I had a vague thought in my mind, but I couldn't grasp it for a while.

Seeing that it was not early, I got up and went out to open the kitchen door to see how much water was left in the tank, so I picked up my burden and went out to fetch water at the bottom of the hill on the right.

The last time I went out to fetch water, I already felt as if something was hiding in the woods and peeking at me.

And this time, because I was already haunted by visions, I was even more cold on the back of my neck and hairy on my body.

I stumbled and picked up two halves of water and went back, estimating that it would be enough for a day or two.

Anyway, in the past two days, I just boiled some water to soak fast food noodles, and I didn't have to wash vegetables and cook, nor did I prepare to take a shower before going to bed.

It's not because I'm sloppy, in fact I love cleanliness.

But when you're alone and your surroundings are terrifying, you're bound to shrink back and not move.

I believe that all of us have experienced this.

(See Chapter 081 "Taming")