April 11, 1971 was the season of spring flowers. 《

"I'm going back to the news office in three days, and it's hard to report to the editor just by relying on the statistics of the residents of nearby villages."

In a second-floor bungalow in the countryside, a plainly dressed young man sorts through the hand-copied records he has collected over the past two weeks under the faint light of a candle.

"After all, in the oral accounts of nearby villagers, basically no one can say exactly that they have seen something terrible to kill, or really seen the deceased who were brutally killed, but they are all one-sided statements such as 'heard' and 'rumors'. This time it cost the company a lot of money, if you want to attract the attention of the citizens, you must write the facts, and our job as a reporter is the same, to explore the truth of the facts, to restore the real world to the people. ”

"Click!" The young man was so excited that he bit his pencil into two pieces. The young man's name is Duan Zhengkang, a reporter from the Hunan News Bureau who has just joined the company for less than a year.

"I'll go to Hualuo Village early tomorrow morning to inquire about the situation and find out the truth of the matter."

After Duan Zhengkang made up his mind, he immediately crumpled all the one-sided information he had collected in the past seven days into a ball of waste paper and threw it into the trash can next to his bed.

Just as Duan Zhengkang yawned, extinguished the candle and prepared to sleep. Because the window of the room was facing Hualuo Village, Duan Zhengkang's eyes were aimed at the small forest next to Hualuo Village outside the window, and there seemed to be a figure running wildly in the grove next to Hualuo Village, and there seemed to be a trace of moonlight reflected in the woods behind him.

"It's just the thirtieth day since the last time a villager died, so it's hard to ......" Duan Zhengkang, who was excited, immediately put on his shoes. Grab your own large flashlight and hurried downstairs.

The time is just past twelve o'clock in the night, and the villagers in Duan Zhengkang's village are almost asleep. Walking alone on the road between the villages, the local dogs in the farmhouse barked when they smelled the smell of the living.

"If I can see the first scene of the crime, I will definitely be able to bring back the most valuable news, and maybe even provide clues to the police."

Duan Zhengkang, who plucked up his courage, quickly followed the path to Hualuo Village, and if he wanted to enter the forest he had seen before, he had to pass through the village.

Considering that the matter was urgent, Duan Zhengkang no longer hesitated, and walked directly into the village. However, walking alone between farmhouses, Duan Zhengkang always felt that he could see the villagers standing in the dark rooms, unable to sleep, looking at him through the windows, and he didn't know if he was too careful.

Stared at by these villagers who seemed to have lost their souls. Duan Zhengkang's whole body couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Quack!" Two or three crows flew away from the top of a simple, brightly lit farmhouse nearby as Duan Zhengkang approached. Shine through the lights. Duan Zhengkang suddenly saw an expressionless woman hanging herself inside the room, looking at the thick hemp rope that was still shaking slightly, presumably this woman seemed to have just hanged herself.

At this time, Duan Zhengkang had almost lost his ability to analyze simply, and all he had in his mind was the thought of passing through the village and entering the woods.

"Whew!" Duan Zhengkang, who was leaning against a big tree, was sweating all over his body because of the fierce running. Why did Duan Zhengkang run. It was because of the moment I entered Luohua Village. He felt a cold, suffocating dagger around his neck, forcing him to get out of here.

"What a terrible village, hanged women...... That's right. I was already in the woods, and I remember that the dark shadow I saw in the window was running in this direction......"

Duan Zhengkang, who slowly calmed down, touched the large flashlight he was carrying in his bag, and after turning the switch, a bright light shot out, and walked step by step in the direction of the black shadow in his memory.

Although the forest was not large, it was so quiet in the dark night that Duan Zhengkang felt frightened. Originally, in this silent wood, there was only the sound of himself stepping on the grass, but after walking for about two hundred meters, a strange sound reached Duan Zhengkang's ears.

"Boom! Boom! ......" a muffled sound came from a distance of about thirty meters with an extremely regular pattern.

Regarding all kinds of rumors about the 'hammer murderer', Duan Zhengkang can be said to know better than anyone else. This burst of percussion is not only the fundamental goal of his investigative journalistic mission, but also the most dangerous link.

Duan Zhengkang's brain was blank at this time, and the enthusiasm for his career pushed him to keep moving forward.

Until the light from the flashlight in his right hand caused a man with his head wrapped in bandages and an iron hammer in his right hand striking the body of a farmer whose face had completely collapsed and his brain was splashing under a tree. With each blow, the corpse beneath him would twitch radioactively.

"Boom!" With a knock sound, the hammer in the opponent's hand slowly stopped. The bandaged head began to turn slowly.

"Click!" The skull was horribly forcibly twisted 180 degrees, and although it was wrapped in bandages, Duan Zhengkang could feel that there were eyes under it that were several times more terrifying than the beast staring at him.

"Run!" After seeing this scene, Duan Zhengkang threw away the large flashlight in his hand and burst out his survival instinct and began to run wildly. Unbeknownst to him, the 'hammer murderer' wrapped in bandages under the tree did not get up and chase after him, but continued to swing the hammer with great satisfaction, enjoying the last vestiges of the month's hunt.

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"That's the way it was, I was scared. After a sleepless night in the rented apartment, I hurried back to the city the next morning to record my experience in detail. ”

When Duan Zhengkang, who is now in his sixties, sat in front of Huang Ce and recalled this past incident, his eyes still revealed deep fear. However, Huang Ce basically already knew the identity of the bandage man who had fought with him more than an hour ago.

"I wonder if the editor knows what's going on with that big locust tree?"

"Big locust tree? I only know a little bit about it, and I don't know the exact origin, but I learned it through the grapevine. ”

"It's okay, editor, please speak." Huang Ce refused to let go of the slightest bit of news.

"After this incident, my status in the news agency has improved a lot, and I am deeply appreciated by my superiors. I also included the matter of Hualuo Village in the forbidden area in my heart, and decided not to touch it again. But the more this happens, the more sensitive I become to things related to this in my daily life. ”

"About four years later, I learned from another reporter at our news agency that the anomalous incident in Hualuo Village had been resolved in the summer of 1975. But the information this reporter revealed to me was very mysterious. ”

"It is said that the problem has been solved, but in fact, all the villagers of Hualuo Village have taken it as a funeral gift, and this burial is related to the big locust tree you asked about."

The reporter said that there was a Taoist priest with profound mana who was a thousand meters away from the village, and he saw the fierce face above the village's head and heard the hoarse wail coming from the village. After that, the Taoist priest personally set foot in the village, walked into the rooms of the villagers, and saw the most terrible and chilling scene in the world. ”

"The spirit of the villagers in Hualuo Village has already collapsed. Suicide, starvation, self-harm...... even saw that in the originally happy family of three, a mother was eaten alive by her husband and son. ”

The Taoist priest used all his magic power to turn himself into a huge locust tree, standing upwind of the village, and buried himself under the locust tree with the souls of the villagers who lived in death panic all day long. The above wind level draws the yin qi within a radius of ten miles here, constantly allowing the resentful villagers below its roots. Use the power of resentment to restrain the ghost of the 'hammer murderer' that roams the land. ”

"Oh? The rumors are indeed a bit mysterious, but thank you very much for sharing. ”

Huang Ce got up to shake hands with the editor-in-chief and was about to leave when Lian Yuxin's voice came, "Uncle, touch your finger to his head, and I will use your body as a bridge to erase the memory of his brain." Such important information could not be known to uso-003. ”

By the time Huang Ce left the news agency, Duan Zhengkang didn't remember anything about Hualuo Village.

…………

At the Xiangjiang River diversion not far from Jasmine Bar.

Faber looked at the two shriveled corpses under the pier, and the unusually long index finger was inserted into the corpses, and after a while, black particles flowed out.

"Yin Qi condensation, it seems that it is indeed the zombie that your friend said. It's just that this concentration of yin qi has probably reached the level of jumping corpses. ”

"Uncle Fei, can you give me this aggregate? I have a way to use this to search for the people you are looking for. Worm Firefly said very respectfully.

"Oh!?" Faber was a little unconvinced, but handed over the bottle with the small black particles.

After the insect firefly took it, it was placed on the concrete floor, and the left and right arms gradually bulged, and one by one the transparent dragonfly-like flying insects came out from under the skin, and were controlled by the insect firefly's body mind around the black particles, through the guò glands, absorbing a very small amount of substance, and the transparent body became faintly yin black, and quickly flapped its wings and dispersed around.

"I didn't expect that the prison envoys in Tianfu City had extraordinary methods, and a third-level prison commander actually had such methods." Faber complimented.

"Actually, I'm still far behind Brother Zhang Chen."

"Heh, I don't know how well the little girl's main soul stone matches? Because I can feel the main soul stone in your body, little girl, almost the same as the breath of your body. ”

"Hmm...... I think it should be 82%"

"What! 82%！ Fei Bai's eyes widened, this number was obviously unexpected by him, even the genius of the imperial capital was only 77% even Yu Xin.

"After this incident, I will talk to you privately. Now come with me to the police station, Huang Ce, they seem to have some progress......" (to be continued......