62 Drama (5)

"Want to give up?" Qiu Shishi, who was standing on the side, put one hand in his pocket and bent his foot against the wall.

I didn't want to keep my face strained.

"Instead of thinking about how to wait for the rabbit to catch the murderer, why don't you think about where the murderer will commit the murder, Da Song and Gu Youcheng were not killed immediately, but let them be tortured, and before they died, the murderer was at the scene, admiring their painful appearance."

Qiu Shishi's tone gave me an analysis lightly.

I shook my hands: "Yes, the first two times were on the stage, will it be this time?" ā€

"You overlooked a very important point, the murderer made them kneel every time, why?"

After a moment of silence, I quickly got up and snatched the cigarette bag that Qiu Shishi had just taken out: "What else are you smoking, driving!" ā€

Qiu Shishi slowly lowered his hand and stared at me with a blank face.

I trembled and hurriedly offered the cigarette pack with both hands: "Uncle, big brother, big guy, can you please drive a car?" ā€

He then took out the car keys and stepped on the little donkey, I hurriedly climbed into the back seat and spontaneously hugged his waist: "Gogo, quick." ā€

He didn't ask me where I was going, but as if he knew where I was going, he turned around and walked back until he stopped at the junction of the concrete floor in front of the old house and the edge of the field.

The stage was on the other side, and from here, you could see the faint lights there, and the two police officers were still there.

Facing the fields as far as the eye can see, and when it is completely dark, you are no different from looking at a sea from afar.

It was not easy for me to walk on the ridges and look for the field of my dreams, because it seemed to me that the fields in this area were all growing the same.

In my anxiety, I suddenly saw a spot in the distance, which seemed to have fire, and in the dark field, even the sporadic fire was particularly noticeable.

There must be a situation there.

I rushed into the rice paddies and ran straight towards the place where the fire was shining.

Seeing that I was getting closer and closer to the fire, I ignored my feet and stepped up a field, and the next step of the field was a meter high from the field, so I planted it.

"Bah, bah."

After eating a mouthful of mud, I swept the dirt off my face and mouth, staggered a little when I got up, and when I poked my head out of the tall ears of rice, the fire I was chasing was gone.

I was stunned for a few seconds and continued to run in the same direction.

Suddenly, a gentle and clear tune came from nowhere, gloomy and sorrowful, straight into the eardrums.

If I was at home, I was an opera appreciator, and I would have leaned back in my chair and enjoyed the tea, but here, at this time, it makes people's hearts chill.

I stood hesitantly in place, hesitating to take a step or not, my eyes looking frightened from side to side, not daring to look deeper.

By the way, what about the poets?

It seems like I've been alone since I entered the field?

I turned around and wanted to go back to find Qiu Shishi, but as soon as I ran into the person behind me, I saw that it was the village chief with a bandage on his head.

I thought I had hit a ghost, and I mentioned my throat in one breath.

Didn't the village chief be taken to the hospital, how did he get here?

He grabbed my arm, and his face was fierce because he was so nervous and anxious: "What are you doing here?" ā€

"I—I'm coming to my grandmother!" For the elders who have the most power to speak in this village, I am still a little restrained and a little afraid, and this fear comes from respect.

"Find something, go back quickly." He dragged me to leave, and lowered his voice, "Do you know how dangerous this is, go back, go back with me." ā€

"No, I have to find my grandmother, there is ...... here" I wanted to say that there are ghosts singing here, but when I listen carefully, the singing seems to be gone?

"Whatever you have, you can't stay here." The village chief was very resolute and dragged me away.

I tried to persuade him again, but because he was walking too fast, he stumbled on his feet.

Immediately, I looked at the village chief in front of me in disbelief, in such an uneven field, I could still maintain the same distance of every step, and move forward at an even speed, like walking on the ground, the darkness made me not see his feet, I could still feel him, he walked as if he was floating.

I leaned forward uncertainly, trying to see his side face: "That, village chief, your head, are you okay?" ā€

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"yes, that's ......"

I was about to ask again, when a hand covered my mouth without warning, and before I could resist, he pulled me away from the village chief, dragged me two steps, and then hid in the rice bushes.

"Hmm......"

"Shhhh

In the dark night, I still saw the handsome face of the poet Qiu.

What's going on?

Through the gap between the ears of rice, I saw that the village chief was chasing after me, anxiously looking for me.

Qiu Shishi behind him lowered his voice: "The village chief is dead." ā€

What, what?

I looked at the village chief outside in shock and not particularly surprised, his abnormality just now had already made me guess, but I didn't expect it to be ...... It's still a little uncomfortable.

The village chief couldn't find us, so he slowly "walked" away, and Qiu Shiren immediately picked me up and ran: "I can't stay here, follow me." ā€

He ran with me in the opposite direction, and I could see the ancient house lurking in the darkness in the distance.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

I shook off his hand vigorously, took a few steps back to distance myself from him, and stared at him warily: "Who are you?" ā€

"What are you crazy about at this time," he was angry at what I was doing at this time, "don't make a fuss, come with me, it's dangerous here." ā€

"Danger? Heh," I took two steps back again with more and more certainty, "The dead people I know are so arrogant that they are about to break through the sky, not to mention that the village chief is a ghost who has just died, he dares to fight a hundred years of ghosts, and will pull me to escape?" ā€

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm not afraid that something will happen to you."

I stared at him suspiciously: "When we first met, how much did you sell me that talisman?" ā€

He said very stiffly: "I never cared about money, how could I remember this." ā€

It's quite similar, but: "You never sold the talisman to me, you said, I take that thing is harmful to me, how can you sell it to me?" "If you don't have the concept of money, you won't even remember if you can't give me the charm.

"Qiu Poet" suddenly quieted down, his face was no longer pretending to be domineering, and a pair of sad eyes looked at me pleadingly: "Leave here, isn't it?" ā€

While speaking, the poet in front of him changed back to the appearance of a ghost.

"Why are you leaving?" I quietly tugged at the hem of my clothes with my hands, forcing myself to look directly at the female ghost in front of me, pretending not to be afraid, "How long do you want to cover up for her?" ā€

At first, I suspected that the opera ghost was the murderer, but the hater let her run away twice in a row, and there was no urgency to deal with her immediately, or to control her before it caused more resignation.

On the night of Da Song's death, Qiu Shishi had entered this field once, but this drama ghost was beside me to confuse me, obviously Qiu Shishi was not chasing her at that time, and she was especially afraid of what Qiu Shishi knew, so she used me to force Qiu Shishi to come back.

"You don't have to worry about what I want, I just ask you, do you want to leave here?"

"I'm going to find her!" Ask her where she hid my wife.

"In that case," she said before I could finish speaking, the pleading in her eyes replaced by murderous intent, "don't blame me! ā€

Her ghostly claws came at me fiercely, her body did not move, but her arms were stretched very long, and I closed my eyes in horror and listened to her roar:

"I'm not going to let any of you hurt her!"

A cold snort of disdain came from behind me, and a wooden sword stabbed almost forward against my neck, and then stabbed into the ghost's claws.

The playboy screamed and withdrew her hand, and a figure rushed out from behind me, and the playboy wanted to escape, but as soon as she jumped up, a yellow light lit up in the air, and she bounced back.

Qiu Shishimu Jian backhanded behind his back: "As long as you can use a trick to deceive this idiot, you have to be ready to give me time to set up the formation." ā€

I'm glaring, stupid, mean me?

The opera ghost was unwilling to resist, and was accepted into the jade bead by the poet, and then put the jade bead into a cloth bag the size of a yellow palm, and he put his index and middle fingers together, and drew symbols on the cloth bag, and then threw the cloth bag to me.

When I caught it in a hurry, I slapped him with a chestnut by the way: "Who just said that he was so arrogant that he could break through the sky?" ā€

I looked left and right: "Who, who said stand up!" ā€

He sneered, ran away from me, and walked forward, and as I stumbled along, I spotted the distant light again.

While feeling happy, I didn't forget to ask him, "Where did you just go?" ā€

"Are you embarrassed to ask? I ran into other people's illusions in one go, and I couldn't stop shouting, who is to blame? ā€

"Blame me!"

This time, I walked to the location of the fire without any problems.

It belonged to the Omatsu family's field, and then he divided a piece of land for growing vegetables.

There is indeed a fire, the little girl with autistic tendencies, Yezi, lit a pile of firewood, and there was a small pot on top of the fire, which was a little bigger than an ordinary bowl, and she didn't know what was boiling in it, and from time to time she took a piece of wood that served as chopsticks and put it in and stirred it.

This look is the words of Wang Xianguo, who was on the side of the picnic, ignoring the big box that was put aside, and Wang Xianguo, who was tied up with five flowers and knelt on the ground.

His flesh had been cut off, his face was pale with pain, his face was as dead as ashes, and when he saw us, his eyes lit up, and he moved to get closer to us, and his gagged mouth "whined", even if he couldn't hear clearly, he knew that he was asking us for help.

I just glanced at him and focused on the leaves.

"Where's my grandmother?"

As if she didn't hear my shout, she leaned into the cauldron and sniffed it, before she looked up and asked me softly, "Do you want to taste it too?" ā€

I furrowed my eyebrows: "I ask you, where is my grandmother?" ā€

But she said to herself: "It seems that I don't want to, too, how can anyone want to eat such a dirty thing?" Well, almost. ā€

She picked up the bowl that had been placed aside and used it as a wooden skewer to pinch out the contents of the pot, and when I recognized what it was, I almost threw up the overnight meal.

That's a man's two taels of meat!

She put one in the bowl, another one, put it in the bowl, and another one, and put it in the bowl again.

There were three in total, three men in front and back.

"Well, we need to add some soup." She put down the wooden skewer and directly picked up the small pot that was roasted red by the fire with her hand, as if she didn't feel hot at all, her face did not change, and she poured the boiling water in the small pot into the bowl, until the bowl was full.

Then, she hummed the tune of the opera she had just heard in Tanaka, picked up the bowl, walked to Wang Xianguo and squatted down, tilted her head to see him fall to the ground: "How do you eat like this?" ā€

She held the bowl with one hand, grabbed the rope that bound Wang Xianguo with the other, lifted him up and sat down, Wang Xianguo was in pain and afraid, tears and blood were mixed, and his face was confused.

"Aren't you hungry, come and eat while it's hot." She took off the tape that sealed Wang Xianguo, picked up the first piece of "meat", and put it in his mouth.

Wang Xianguo didn't dare to scream, so he closed his mouth tightly and dodged.

"Why are you so disobedient?" She pinched Wang Xianguo's chin, and with a force on her hand, she removed his chin, and when she opened her mouth, I found that the tongue inside was also cut.

When I saw the leaves, I stuffed the "meat" into Wang Xianguo's mouth, and I was really disgusting: "Is this how you avenged your sister?" ā€

Hearing my sister, she shook her hand, turned her face sideways, and for the first time had me in her eyes: "You, what do you know?" ā€

She stood up and confronted me: "Are you feeling sorry for him, do you think they don't deserve to die, don't they deserve to be punished?" Just because they are all people with status, should I let my sister die in vain? ā€

She looked at me as if she was going to eat me, and if I dared to say yes, she would have pounced.

Her eyes were full of madness, and I had a vague feeling that her mind didn't seem to be normal.

"I don't pity them, I pity your sister." I ripped off the small bag wrapped around the belt and held it up in front of her, "Do you know that on our way here, your sister is still trying to stop us, and she is afraid that we will take you away and die and guard you." ā€

"And my grandmother," I roared at her after a day and a night's tightening, and then I roared at her when I mentioned my grandmother again, "she's so old, she said that she didn't care if these people lived or died, but she still went to find you, for what, didn't she just want to pull you back, didn't she just want you to continue to make mistakes, what did you do to her, where did you hide her!" ā€

She only heard the first half, and stared at me tightly: "You, have you seen my sister?" ā€

Then, she nervously threw the bowl: "What should I do, I haven't killed this person yet, how can I worship her?" She must be blaming me, she must be blaming me. ā€

I'm going to be by her, is this person listening to me?

Seeing her lying on her knees and reaching for the box next to the fire, I grabbed her arm: "Don't you understand?" Whether it's your sister or grandmother, they all want you to have your own life and you can live well! ā€

"Impossible!" She shook my hand away, "My sister is blaming me, she has been blaming me for not avenging her." ā€

The only time she was cruel to me was just to protect her, how could she be blamed?

"You listen to me......"

As soon as I began to speak, she had already taken out an iron nail from the box, and stabbed me at the tip, and if she didn't listen to anyone at all, if she really stabbed me, I would die and half my life.

Qiu Shishi, who had been watching, grabbed her wrist in time, but the iron nail was still pushed a few inches towards me, almost scratching my face, which shows how strong she is, even Qiu Shishi almost didn't restrain her.

He was also a little surprised, his face froze, and he grabbed her by one hand and fought with her.

Ye Zikong had brute strength and no fighting skills, and after a few clicks, Qiu Shishi twisted that hand behind his back and suppressed it facing the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Shishi actually went to tear her clothes.

I was shocked: "Hey, have you fallen for the evil, what are you doing, stop it!" ā€

I threw myself on my knees beside them, trying to stop the poet, but the clothes on the leaf's back were torn by him, and I saw that the leaf's bare back was painted with strange red symbols, like some kind of charm, but it was drawn from the paper to the back of the person.

"Is there any water?" The Qiu poet's tone was a little faster than usual.

Looking around, there was still some water in the small pot, but it was piping hot, and I didn't see any water other than that.

"Then see if there is any cloth or paper that you can wipe it on."

Cloth? This one really does.

I picked up Wang Xianguo's clothes that had been taken off, and hurriedly ran back and handed them to Qiu Shishi.

He pressed the leaf with one hand that was constantly trying to break free, and her eyes were red at this time, and her teeth were bared and she roared, no different from a wild beast without reason.

Until, Qiu Shiren forcefully wiped away the charm on her back little by little, and she was like a deflated balloon, slowly softening.

I saw her lying on the ground gasping for breath, her eyes glazed over, and I couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with her?" ā€

"Forcibly stimulating potential to gain strength through external forces, do you say it will hurt the body much?"

Big! I think of the half-orcs in fantasy, and when they go berserk, they become weak.

"This spell will give her strength, and at the same time, it will also stimulate her emotions, so that she will not be able to think normally and reasonably, and over time, she will become a madman like you just saw."

I shook my head in disbelief: "To be able to draw such a spell on herself, she's already crazy, right?" ā€

Speaking of which, I looked at Wang Xianguo, who had already spit out the piece of "meat" in his mouth, and he was retching there in disgust, and when he found out that I was looking at him, his head hit the ground and asked me to save him.

Before I could decide whether to save it or not, Ye Zi relieved himself, his eyes returned to clarity, and he sat up.

The poet only tore the back of her clothes, but she was not afraid to go away, and was staring at us coldly.

"Ahem, is she okay?" I asked the poet with trepidation.

"It's half there, there must still be remnants, and it will take time for the spirit to be completely normal."

Ye Zi still remembered everything just now, but only now, she was able to calm down a little and be able to talk: "I must kill him." ā€

"Whether you kill him or not, we don't care." Such ruthless words were naturally said by Qiu Shishi, who picked up the iron nail that fell to the ground and spun it around in his hand, "You tell me first, why did you choose this as a weapon." ā€

She pursed her lips and stubbornly turned her face away, not meaning to say anything.

"I can guess if you don't say it." The poet walked up to the box and opened it with his foot, and there were several iron nails of the same size in it.

"This iron nail is made of bones, and it was formed by soaking it in blood for seven hundred and forty-nine days. Is it taught that if you use an iron nail of this quality and stick it on the human body in a certain direction, you can imprison your soul in the body and suffer torture. ā€

At that time, I was squatting down and picking up an iron nail to examine, when I heard this, I looked at the iron nail in my hand, and a spirit quickly threw it away, and it was a bone and a blood bubble, it was too disgusting.

"No wonder after Da Song and Gu Youcheng died, I didn't see their souls."

So, at first I thought it was a ghost killing.

"Just imagine, a person dies, but the soul is in the body, can't move, can't speak, all the time, can't get liberation, that's the biggest destruction of the spirit, but I think, that person must not have told you, this is also one of the best ways to practice sha." Qiu Shishi looked at the iron nail in his hand and sneered, "A soul, trapped in his own body and devastated but able to survive it, when it is released, what kind of power will it be?" The cultivators will swallow it up, heh......"

The poet turned to the leaves: "But there must be a premise for all this, the person who dies must die a painful death before he dies." ā€

Angry.

So, she tortured them in every way.

Ye Zi's gaze drifted, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, probably, she didn't know everything.

Suddenly, I thought of something, and anxiously shouted to the poet Qiu: "That Da Song and Gu have Chengdu ......"

"I informed the people a long time ago and detained their bodies." Qiu Shiren glanced at me lightly.

I breathe a sigh of relief, too, although Qiu Shishi has a bad personality, he is actually very rigorous in his work, he saw the iron nails on Da Song's corpse, it is estimated that even if it is reached, how can he not take precautions.

"Even if that person really wants to practice," Ye Zi said angrily, "Even if he wants to destroy the world, what does it matter to me, as long as these three people can be tortured, I am willing to pay any price!" ā€

She staggered to her feet and pointed at Wang Xianguo resentfully: "Just because he and Gu Youcheng have identities in this county, because there are people above Gu Youcheng, my sister disappeared three years ago, and I was suppressed by them, no one paid attention to me, no one could help me, I kept waiting, I waited, I couldn't wait for my sister to come back." ā€

Tears of pain slipped down her face: "I know, she's dead, and she can't come back!" ā€

"I only have one relative, in order to be able to heal my face, she gave everything for me, she is the only person in this world who can feel warmth, but, but she was not only killed, but I don't even have the ability to avenge her!"

She raised her head sharply and glared at us with resentment, as if looking at this cold world: "The world is destroyed, it is destroyed, it can be nothing but pain and despair, what else can it have?" ā€

"Why do you think you can kill Dasong so easily? Do you think you didn't find out all the scenes that were performed on stage that night? Why do you think you can easily transfer the boxes on the stage when you are guarded by police officers? Do you think that when your class leader went to find my grandmother, he really asked my grandmother to save Gu Youcheng? ā€