The little girl was used to loneliness, but under the guidance of the white-clothed Taoist priest in the dream, she went to the detective agency for an interview, and made two friends by accident, Jian Mo and An Zihao.

All three of them passed the interview, and the first task given to them by the president Ye Luosheng was to go to Linghuai Village to investigate 3 mysterious deaths.

The name of the village reminded her of her grandmother, the story she often told, and the doubts in her heart prompted her to make up her mind to go to Linghuai Village to find out.

The three of them hurriedly prepared, and then hurried on the road, there was no danger or obstacle on the road, they soon saw a stone, a piece covered with moss, the words engraved on it were covered by moss, only a faint can see a stone with the word "Huai".

If you look in the direction of the stone, you will see a village.

There was a red mist-like gas floating around the village, and it was impossible to see the exact appearance, only a vague outline.

"This, this is Linghuai Village?!! How is it completely different from what I imagined! ”

Jian Mo's fantasy Linghuai Village is as beautiful as a fairyland, but it is actually desolate like a cemetery.

Yu Qianxia saw the appearance of Linghuai Village, and thought to herself: The story told by grandma... It's a real thing"... This is the cursed Linghuai Village. ”

I don't know why Yu Qianxia felt inexplicably cordial to that hazy red air.

"Cursed?" It turned out that An Zihao was still observing the situation in the bushes on the side, and when he heard Yu Qianxia's words, he hurriedly ran over and asked.

Jian Mo was even more excited and burned her gossip soul, "What curse?" ”

"When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell me a story that happened in Linghuai Village, ...... a few years ago."

In the next half hour, Yu Qianxia told Jian Mo and the others the story that was deeply in her memory.

Jian Mo touched her chin and thought for a long time to come to a conclusion. "Well, those villagers deserve it! actually wanted to do it to a newborn baby, the baby is so pitiful. ”

"Xiaomo, what you said is so right......" An Zihao was completely defeated by her, and raised his forehead and asked, "Qianxia, is this story true?" ”

"Look at this... Eight or nine is not far from ten. ”

An Zihao looked at the strange red gas next to the village, and swallowed his saliva, "Then, do we still want to go in?" ”

"Enter, of course enter!"

The call in her heart is getting stronger and stronger, and Yu Qianxia can't wait to find out......

I just felt that the red gas was a little scary outside, but when I entered the village, I understood what it meant to be weird and crazy!

The locust tree was all crimson from the trunk to the leaves and flowers, as if it had been splashed with blood, and there was a faint smell of rot in the air, and there was not a single house in the street with the door closed in a uniform manner.

From time to time, when the wind blows, tiny locust flowers will fall, like blood rain.

Jian Mo couldn't stand the suffocating smell, she vomited nausea and vomited, An Zihao patted her back for her to make her more comfortable.

The flowers disappear as soon as they hit the ground, and the streets are still as clean as ever!

Yu Qianxia saw Jian Mo vomiting, so he planned to go inside first and let her slow down first.

Further inside, a few dead trees stood alone on the ground, some tenacious dead branches stood above the trunk, and the tangled and coiled dead branches seemed to hug together and weep, complaining about the injustice of the world. Some of the fragile dead branches had long since broken off in the soil, and the strands of skin like dead bodies were beginning to fester, emitting a putrid stench.

"Crimson locust tree, curse ......" Yu Qianxia was thinking about it, when he suddenly felt that someone touched him, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, "Who?!" ”