Like there are many times when I imagine that maybe life will bloom like a 'flower' in the air. When I walked with my head down, except for the white 'color' and boneless sunshine, it was autumn when there was no more 'color'.

An unknown poet said that his autumn was unusually gloomy. But this autumn, my life is not necessarily much 'colorful'.

Zhao Yunhan left in a hurry before I had time to raise my doubts. I took Zhou Chaofan to the 'chaotic' grave more than 300 meters away from the building, and I was extremely irritable.

This 'chaotic' burial mound is about 600 square meters, and there are countless graves and tombstones in it, which are arranged in this huge space.

Even though it's still daytime, there's no crowd around, and there's a feeling of depression everywhere.

Not far away, a few crows "croaked", and their hoarse and rough voices pierced the eardrums. I took a casual look, but I was surprised to find that the tombstone here was actually blank, and no words were engraved.

Zhou Chaofan saw my suspicions and explained: "Listening to my 'milk' and 'milk', the whole wicker town used to be a big cemetery. Due to the expansion of nearby cities, the living environment is crowded, so people who can afford to live in the suburbs have set their homes in the suburbs.

"Some builders saw a business opportunity, so they raised money to buy the place and develop it on a large scale. Over the years, a small town has gradually formed.

"It is said that when it was developed, many dead people's bones were dug up in the foundation. The developer wanted to save money and save trouble, and dug a pit outside the town to bury it, which became a 'chaotic' grave in front of him, but the older generation often said that there would be retribution for doing so.

And the person who happened to make this suggestion, along with many migrant workers who were digging the pit, also died violently a few days later, and the death was unknown. The locals no longer dare to go to the vicinity, and even if they have to pass by, they will deliberately take a detour. Perhaps, there is really a curse in this 'chaotic' grave! ”

"You know very well." I laughed dryly.

Zhou Chaofan immediately looked like an ant on a hot pot, nervous as if he was something, and stammered: "I, I listen to 'milk' and 'milk' all about it." I ......"

Depressed, am I really that terrible? When I look in the mirror, I feel handsome and amiable!

This guy is in front of me, and he looks nervous all day long, so that others can see it, and he doesn't think I'm bullying him!

Shaking my head slightly, shaking off the 'messy' thoughts in my head, I asked, "What do you think about the marks on your cousin's neck?" ”

"I've never seen anything like it." Zhou Chaofan said worriedly: "It's not like a scar, it's not like the traces left when the blood is not circulating normally, and it's not like it's deliberately dyed, it really makes people confused about the situation, and there are ......."

He paused, seemingly unsure of how to organize his vocabulary.

"Did you think of anything?" I hurriedly asked.

He stammered, "That mark is completely a very clear palm." As soon as my eyes came into contact, I felt a chill for some reason, and I felt like I was afraid. ”

Slightly surprised, I stared at him carefully again, as if I had only known this person a second ago.

The guy in front of him doesn't seem to be as nervous as he seems on the surface. Perhaps, his 'sexual' personality, which he has always cowered in, is the umbrella that hides his true personality.

His speech and logical thinking ability, as well as his knowledge, were inadvertently 'exposed' in the meantime.

Zhou Chaofan, this person is not simple, he is probably more intelligent than most people!

After some internal struggle, I decided to tell what I had found: "That trace, actually, I have seen it." ”

Zhou Chaofan was so surprised that his mouth grew up, he forgot about it, and asked anxiously, "Where is it?" ”

"Remember the corpse of the resident who jumped off the building and died when we came here today, right?" I frowned and recalled, "Even on that person's neck, there was an exact trace. At the time, I saw it clearly. ”

His eyes were wide open in disbelief.

I ignored him, my mind constantly sorting out what had happened today.

The person who jumped off the building and Zhou Lei have the same marks on their necks, which means that the two of them have some kind of unclear connection.

Although I don't know if the man committed suicide because of the traces, there are many mysteries that cannot be solved by the traces.

And the man who jumped off the building also had many things that made me suspicious.

What is the method to make the height of the second floor turn into a fall from the 30th floor? Why was his corpse pinched like a sphere, as if every water chestnut around his body was evenly squeezed by a huge force.

Also, Zhang Yu and Zhang Xiaoqiao on the newspaper clippings, what is their connection with Zhou Lei?

One is a prison guard, one is an ordinary office worker, and the other is a Chinese teacher. There is no 'intersection' in each other's lives at all, why did Zhao Yunhan deliberately show me the newspaper clippings?

Among them, there must be many things that I don't know and don't understand.

Taking a deep breath, I stretched and asked Zhou Chaofan, "Hey, do you like to play the game of stabbing 'excited'?" Like summoning spirits or something! ”

"Summoning spirits?" He was visibly unable to keep up with my thoughts, and muttered a repeat.

I didn't intend to take his opinion into account, so I irresponsibly ordered, "Let's just have a summoning tonight." The location was at this 'disorderly' grave, and the time was set at about half past nine in the evening, and the number of people could not be less than six.

"I, you and your cousin are going to participate, and as for the other three, you can invite them casually."

Seeing that he was at a loss, nodding his head and shaking his head, I secretly laughed.

I don't know why, I still care about what Zhao Yunhan said when she left, she said, there must be something wrong with this 'chaotic' grave, so can it be understood that this ghost place is the root of everything?

Although there are still some things to be understood, the Summoning Society is also a must. Since you can guess the location of the root, let's think of some way to make the root cause appear on its own......

There was still a long time before the evening, so I 'time' went home and made a phone call.

"Hey, I'm Night Peak." My cousin's tired voice came from the other side of the earpiece.

"I'm your cousin." I laughed. There was silence on the phone, and then, someone hung up resolutely. Depend on! What the hell! I was so annoyed that I kept pressing the redial button, and it took a while for my cousin to pick it up.