It took me a long time to recover from the shock and fear.

"Master, do you think there is still a way? I can't just watch them die! Please, no matter what, give me a way to crack it! ”

I spoke with a crying voice.

After being silent for a while, Master Wunian said slowly, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter." What's more, with so many people's lives, I have no reason to stand idly by. ”

I nodded vigorously on the other side of the phone.

The master then said, "In this case, I will ask Qing'er to book a ticket now and rush to you." You have a few more things to do before I arrive. ”

Master Wunian instructed me two things, one was to find a way to check the local history of the town to see if I could find out the origin of the demon in military uniform. In addition, go to the old mansion to find out what the background of the original owner of the house was.

After hanging up the phone, we hurriedly checked the local history of the town on the Internet. However, the website of the local chronicle management department of the province only has the records of prefectures, cities and counties, and there is no record at all in the small towns below the county level.

I thought about it and asked Yu Jian, the production director next to me: "You are familiar with the people in the town, can you ask where you can find the historical information of the town?" ”

Yu Jian made a few phone calls, and finally learned through a person in charge of the town that the only newspaper library here stored information about the town.

Without further ado, I decided to go to the newspaper store and check it out right away.

I asked Brother Niu to take care of the house and take care of those who lost their souls. Yu Jian and I took my bag and went out.

When we arrived at the newspaper office, because someone had already greeted us before, the person in charge of the newspaper office did not embarrass us and let us go.

But when I got in, I regretted it a little bit - where to start? This row of bookshelves and cabinets, if you look at them one by one, you can't find the Year of the Monkey!

Time is precious to all of us right now, and I have to think about it calmly.

The old lady I helped up that night suddenly came to mind.

Yes, the old lady seemed to know something. What did she say then? It's like "why did you come here at this time?" or "shouldn't you come" or something.

Shouldn't this be the time? When does "this time" refer to? Is it this year, or is it May? Or is there a specific reference?

It's so incomprehensible, my brain hurts when I think about it.

In the end, I decided to check if anything unusual happened in May every year.

I told Yu Jian what I thought, and he nodded in agreement. The two of us began to look through the relevant materials in May in recent years.

From 2017 to 2009, nothing special happened.

And when we checked the records from 2008, we found that on May 17, there was a car accident in the town.

According to the record, a bus carrying a crew from other places who had come here to shoot was on the way to the train station, and the bus suddenly lost control and rushed into the pond.

In this accident, except for the driver, all 32 passengers in the car were killed.

My heart twitched - filming again!

exchanged glances with Yu Jian, and we both knew that we might have found the right direction.

I was glad that the driver of the bus was still alive, and I quickly wrote down the contact information of the driver on the attached page.

When we want to go further, we find that there is only information from the last ten years. The person in charge of the newspaper told us that the records were only kept for 10 years, and that the previous documents could only be found to be issued by someone and checked in the county.

Finally got a little clue, and Yu Jian and I found the bus driver's home according to the address non-stop.

I knocked on the door for a long time before there was movement in the house.

A moment later, the door opened, and a man in a wheelchair poked his head out. When he saw us, he asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?" ”

I glanced at Yu Jian, and he motioned for me to speak.

"Hello, are you Mr. Han Ming?" I asked.

The man nodded: "You are ......"

"Oh, we're from out of town, and we want to ask you about something. Takes up a few minutes of your time, is it convenient for you to see? I said politely.

Han Ming looked me up and down for a while and said, "Then come in!" ”

He rocked his wheelchair and walked straight into the house, and we followed.

When I entered the house, I found it dirty and broken. There were bottles and cans on the floor, clutter piled up in the corners, and food on the table that I didn't know how many days were left.

"Sit." Han Ming said lightly.

Yu Jian and I spent a long time pulling out a place to sit and sat down.

"Mr. Han, that's right, we are crew members from Beijing. We have encountered some tricky things, and we are here today to learn something about the situation with you. I said.

"What do you know from me?" Han Ming rolled his eyes and asked.

"Well, it's about that car accident ten years ago."

I noticed that Han Ming's expression was a little unnatural, and his hands unconsciously clenched his fists.

"Did you hurt your leg at that time?" I asked again.

If I guessed correctly, it was the car accident that made him a waste.

"What does this have to do with you? Yes, I drove the car, and I was the one who caused the car, but can I blame me? What about myself? Look, what kind of life am I living now? ”

Han Ming became excited as he spoke, and his voice became higher and higher.

"The leg is gone, the girlfriend has run away, and the old lady is dying. Now, it's better to live than to die! ”

As he spoke, he hammered his empty trouser tube hard, and then grabbed his hair hard.

"It's not my fault at all! Get out, get out of here! He roared.

I stood up, not in a hurry, and said slowly, "Don't get excited. I know it wasn't you, you hit the hell, right? ”

This is actually a guess on my part. When it came to the events of that year, Han Ming did not have the slightest guilt and fear, but showed great anger, which showed that there might be something unspeakable in his heart.

As soon as my words came out, Han Ming froze suddenly. He stared at me with straight eyes and shook his wheelchair a few steps to my side, his jaw dropping in his eyes.

"You, what did you say? You...... Say it again! His voice trembled.

I looked at him and said, "I know, it's not that you drove by mistake and killed everyone." If I'm not mistaken, you must have encountered something terrible! ”

I kept staring at his face as I spoke, and I concluded that I had spoken to his sore spot, as the expression on his face slowly turned very painful.

He covered his face with one hand and slowly lowered his head.

"I told everybody that there were ghosts, but no one believed me. Their families are eager to tear me up, so why am I messing with someone......"

Han Ming said and cried with a whimper.

I walked up to him, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Han, I believe in you." Now my colleagues are in the same danger, with more than thirty lives. We need to know more about the situation now in order to be able to save them. ”

Hearing this, Han Ming raised his teary eyes and looked at me.

"You've encountered ghosts too?"

I looked at Yu Jian and nodded.

Han Ming wiped his face, was silent for a long time, and fell into painful memories: "I received a job that day, and I sent a crew to the station in the evening......