Chapter 6: The Resentful Spirit of the Ancient Well
Lao Zhang walked to the well, and I quickly followed.
He took a deep breath, looked at me again, and slowly poked his head into the well.
At this time, my nerves were also highly tense, staring at Lao Zhang, for fear that he would suddenly change like Zhao Wei, and I was ready to bite the tip of my tongue and spray him at any time.
Lao Zhang took his mobile phone and shone it inside, and the next second, he only heard his exclamation of "ah".
Then he pulled back, his face changed suddenly, and his lips trembled and shouted: "They, they are all inside!" β
A few of us were stunned.
"Quick, go call someone! Get the village chief too! Tell him to find something to salvage! Compared with Director Zheng, who was scared stupidly, Lao Zhang was much calmer and commanded everyone.
Sun Xiaobin: They hurriedly made separate calls.
I pointed to the well and whispered to Lao Zhang, "Can I take a look?" β
Lao Zhang nodded.
I cautiously looked inside. I saw three people, or rather, three corpses, floating in the well at this time. Two are lying on their stomachs, one facing up.
I could see clearly that the one on her back was the female supporting actress who was chased to the well in the scene at night.
Needless to say, all four people who fainted during the night were here - except for one who was still alive outside the well, and the remaining three were all dead.
A fine layer of sweat broke out on my head.
The work was not large, and many people came in the distance one after another. The people in the crew, the village chief, and a few young men brought by the village chief. The flashlights, mobile phones, and emergency lights in their hands illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.
The little village chief ran over panting, and when he saw Director Zheng splitting his head, he asked, "What did you do?" How did this slate open? β
"This, this, I don't know!" Director Zheng was choked.
He must have known in his heart that although he didn't know who opened it this time, judging from the current situation, all this was undoubtedly the result of him opening the ancient well during the day.
Lao Zhang came over and said, "Village chief, now is not the time to talk about this issue. Let's call the police immediately! β
The village chief's brows twisted into a big pimple, and he said, "Let's fish people up first, just in case, in case, which one is still alive!" β
It seems that the village chief is still righteous, but everyone knows that nine out of ten of these three people are hopeless.
As he spoke, the village chief beckoned to a few young men behind him, who came over with ropes and iron hooks.
Seeing these people, I thought of one more thing.
Anyway, since I entered this cursed village, I found a problem - all the villagers here seem to be sick.
In the past few days since I entered the village, every villager I have seen, regardless of the elderly and children, does not seem to have a good face. People look powerless.
At this time, under the light, the faces of these young men were even more pale, and their eyes were black.
The village chief had one of the young men tie a rope around his waist and go down into the well. A few others were tugging at the ropes.
The young man went down to the well and tied another rope to the female partner. In this way, the people above dragged the three actors up one by one.
After doing this, several young men were already tired and out of breath, and sat on the ground next to them gasping for breath.
Looking at the three people on the ground who were wet and white and miserable, everyone was sure that they were hopeless and would have died a long time ago. But no matter how I look at it, I think they definitely didn't drownβ
The expressions on the faces of the three men were calm, and they seemed to have satisfied smiles, and there was no trace of the pain and struggle of drowning.
I quietly walked over to Zhao Wei, who was sitting on the ground, and saw that he was still trembling.
I patted him on the shoulder, handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and asked, "Weizi, how much do you remember what happened just now?" β
Zhao Wei took two sips violently, his eyes full of fear.
"I'm not impressed. After I woke up at night, I felt dizzy. I went back to the house and went to bed early. When I open my eyes again, I will see you. β
At this time, the director of production also came, saw this situation, and quickly called the police. He then called the families of the three dead actors one by one.
After about half an hour, a siren whistled from far and near, and the police car drove up.
The village was remote and isolated, and the police had arrived from the town dozens of miles away.
The crowd hurriedly dodged a road, and four policemen and a forensic doctor in a white coat came over and set up a cordon around the well.
The forensic doctor and trace examination investigated the scene, and two police officers took a notebook to inquire about the situation in the crowd to find out whether the three people had bad habits before they died, whether they had grudges with others, and so on.
After examining the three bodies, the white coat forensic doctor reported to one of the elderly police officers.
"Captain, none of the three deceased had any visible external injuries. There is no component of a nerve anesthetic in the blood. Tissue extracts from the oral and nasal cavities should be further compared with the well water samples. β
The captain nodded and asked, "Who called the police?" β
The young police officer next to us, who was talking to us about the situation, pointed to the production director. The director of production walked over.
The captain asked, "Is that the body you found?" β
The director of production shook his head and beckoned to me and Lao Zhang: "Lao Zhang, and, who is that, come on!" β
"They were the first to find the body."
Lao Zhang and I walked up to the captain.
The captain gave a middle-aged police officer next to him a look, and they took me and Lao Zhang to a quiet place in the distance for questioning.
The middle-aged police officer asked me, "What was the situation at that time?" β
I told the truth. From following Zhao Wei out of the yard to Lao Zhang seeing the corpse in the well, and then to the villagers scooping up the corpse.
Of course, I didn't mention the ghost stepping and Zhao Wei's change of face.
After asking the two of us, the captain asked the frightened Zhao Wei again.
The three of them have never had a grudge against anyone in the crew, and it is impossible for them to clash with the people in the village. In addition, it is impossible to push three sober living people into the well without leaving any scars.
The only explanation for this seems to be an accidental stumble, but what about the smiling expressions on their faces?
Only Lao Zhang and I understand how they died.
The police car pulled the body and left, and the captain asked the crew to send a person in charge to follow him to the town to be responsible for the follow-up family collection of the body and other matters. The director of production followed.
It was a sleepless night. After everyone returned to the house one after another, I saw Lao Zhang smoking alone outside.
I walked over and sat down next to him. He seemed to know that I was coming, and without looking up, he handed over a cigarette.
"Ping, how do you think they died?"
"Director Zhang, we both understand that this matter is not artificial." I say.
"It's not artificial...... Well, that's a wonderful word! Lao Zhang nodded and said.
"Director Zhang, there is another detail. When I was chasing Zhao Wei just now, I saw that his face had changed, and it had changed to the face of a human head boiled in a pot that I saw last night. β
Lao Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you serious? β
"It's all this time, what else can I tease you!"
"So, the boiled heads you saw and the four of them jumping into the well by ghosts, these two things are related!" Lao Zhang said.
"I think so."
Zhao Wei turned into that face, and it was very likely that the ghost who was boiled in the head cushioned his feet. Take him to jump into the well to catch the stand-in, which means that the ghost's unjust soul is in the well! β