Four people came to the front of the courtyard, only a flashlight of Guan Hao, the light seems a little dim, looking at this courtyard in the dim light, people feel uncomfortable, after all, this is the ancient village of the Tibetan people, although a lot of paint has fallen off, but there are some patterns at night that look more cautious and panicked.

Glancing at the spring lock locked on the door, I was just about to kick the door open, but I was immediately stopped by Guan Hao and said, "Isn't this okay?" ”

I turned around and looked at Guan Hao who was standing behind me, and was thinking about how to be reasonable with him, when I heard a bang, Long Jiu directly kicked the door open, Guan Hao was instantly stunned in place, and looked at Long Jiu with a strange gaze, I guess he didn't expect Long Jiu to suddenly come to such a kick. To be honest, even I didn't expect that Long Jiu would kick open the door of the courtyard so decisively.

After the door opened, Long Jiu took the flashlight in Guan Hao's hand and walked in first, Wen Mo and I followed, inside the door was a screen wall carved with mountains and rivers and five mountains, bypassing the screen wall and entering the courtyard, I instantly felt the breath of the Manchu Dynasty, whether it was the frame structure of the courtyard or the corresponding position of the room, it reflected the architectural momentum of the Manchu Dynasty.

I was a little surprised to see the Manchu architectural style in the Tibetan village, and I wondered if the Manchu people lived here in Ludao, or if Bawang Tusi deliberately imitated the Manchu style architecture. Directly in front of it is a main hall room, flanked by wings of the same size, and on either side of the gate there are two small porters.

Pushing open the door to the main hall, it looked very messy, except for one table neatly placed in the inner hall, and several chairs fell to the floor. I didn't walk in immediately, but just stood in the doorway and took a general look, the whole main hall was covered in thick dust, and it looked like the main hall had not been used for a long time.

Since there was only a flashlight in Long Jiu's hand, we could only follow Long Jiu, Long Jiu opened the door of the left wing room, first looked inside, and then we walked in together. Sure enough, I was right, and there were several beds of bedding on the earthen kang in this wing. However, these quilts are scattered and not neatly stacked together, giving people the first impression that someone has just gotten up and has not yet folded the quilt. I touched the quilt with my hand and found that there was already a layer of dust on it, which should not be long ago.

After looking at this wing, we went to look at the opposite one, the layout of this wing room is the same as the one over there, it is a hallway, and then inside is a bedroom with a long earthen kang. But the only difference here is that there are only two quilts on the kang, and they are neatly folded, although the room is also full of dust, but it looks much more comfortable than the wing.

Just as we were about to come out, Long Jiu's flashlight shone under a chair in the foyer, and there were two paper balls, which were obviously scrapped papers, which had been discarded by hand. Wen Mo picked up the paper ball, opened the paper under the flashlight of Long Jiu, looked at it twice and said, "This seems to be a diary written by a person named Huang Rong, it should not be written well." ”

After speaking, he casually threw the paper ball on the ground, then opened another paper ball, looked at it, and said, "It's still her diary." ”

When Wen Mo was about to throw this paper ball out of the box, I immediately grabbed his hand and asked, "What did you just say?" Whose diary is this? ”

"One is named Huang Rong." Wen Mo replied affirmatively.

I immediately snatched the paper from his hand, and when I looked closely, my brain instantly felt like it was going to explode, because I already recognized whose handwriting it was. In Weihai's tomb, I peeked at the small book collected by Meng Xinrui, and that small book is Huang Rong's own notepad, I clearly remember that there are several Huang Rong's signatures in it, her Rong character is very special, she simplified the cursive prefix to a 2 number instead, and the square mouth below, which was written into a circle by her. The word Rong on the paper in front of me is exactly the same as that one, which is definitely a major feature of Huang Rong's signature.

I immediately went to pick up the piece of paper that Wen Mo threw away just now, it was really like a fake, it was like a mold carving, I am now very convinced that this was written by Huang Rong himself. I don't know what the reason is, a lot of the content on the paper has been crossed out, and there are not many words that can be seen clearly, and I didn't look at the content carefully, but shouted to them: "Come and look for it, see if there are any more, this may be very important." ”

The four of them turned this wing room upside down, and did not find a piece of paper, probably because of the light, even if there is an estimate, we may not be able to see clearly, and finally everyone unanimously decided, wait for tomorrow daytime to look for it again, and they will all go back to the original wing room to rest.

One by one, they lay on the clay kang and fell asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep and got up alone, trying to take a closer look at what was written on the paper. In order not to affect their rest, I took Guan Hao's flashlight alone, came to the lobby, spread two pieces of paper on the table, and took the flashlight to take care of the words on the paper.

After carefully comparing the two sheets of paper, it is not difficult to find that the content of these two sheets of paper should be similar, the first word at the beginning is the same, just a short point, a long point, it seems that the same content is not written and thrown away. As for why I want to scratch those words, I don't know, but maybe it's because I didn't write well, and I deliberately scratched the words on the paper, but it's very likely, at least when I can't write well, I even tear the paper to shreds.

On this piece of paper, which is short, only the two words "second floor" in the front can be seen clearly, and the back ones are crossed out, so I can't see it clearly at all. On this piece of paper with long content, the word "two" in the front, the second row is blurred with a little "change", and the "blood" in the back row can only be seen clearly.

I summed up what I could see on two sheets of paper together: "Second floor, change, bloodshot." With these few words, it is difficult to imagine what she is going to write, but it is certain that the location of the content is on the second floor, and it is difficult to understand what has changed, and the meaning of blood.

I kept reciting these words repeatedly, and I was thinking about the meaning, and suddenly I thought of where the second floor meant, from the time we entered the copper coin village, I only saw a second floor, that is, the two-story wooden house in the back garden, before entering the Tusi Mansion, I carefully looked at the surrounding buildings, and there were no other two-story houses. If Huang Rong's words were really written from that wing, then I can conclude that the second floor written on the paper should be the wooden house.

If it is really the wooden house, then it can be understood through these words now that what kind of changes have taken place on the second floor of the wooden house, as for the bloodshot, it should be caused by the change, so Huang Rong will write this diary, the more she thinks about it, and the more she affirms her thoughts.

The idea of going to the cabin immediately came to my mind, and I was like that, I was so curious that I hesitated for a moment and decided to go and have a look. The heart said, the big deal is just to go around outside, and not to go in. I folded the two pieces of paper, put them in my pocket, and walked out of the back door of the lobby, maybe this is my character, or I don't want to, I have to do it.

Walking on the road in the back garden, the light of the flashlight suddenly dimmed, and I thought there should be no electricity. Guan Hao's flashlight is just a very ordinary household flashlight, and the lighting time is not long. The light is getting dimmer and dimmer now, which seriously affects my vision, but fortunately I have walked this road during the day, although I am not very familiar with it, but I still remember how to walk.

There was not much left of the dim flashlight, so I had to turn off the flashlight, take out my mobile phone and turn on the external light, although the brightness was okay, but it was only limited to close range, and it didn't last much time. Holding the mobile phone lighting, I began to speed up the pace, and soon came to the door of the wooden house, originally I just wanted to use the flashlight to look at the periphery of the second floor of the wooden house and go back, but now the light of the mobile phone does not shine so high, I have to look in front of the door on the first floor.

When the light of the mobile phone shines on the door lock, I found that the lever of the door lock is not closed, just perfunctory hanging there, I immediately stepped forward and gently pumped the lever of the lock cylinder out, it seems that this is not only not locked, or a bad lock, just hanging on it to fool the ghost.

After the lock was removed, there was a gap in the wooden door on the opposite side, and I took my phone and looked inside the crack of the door, and found that there was nothing inside, at least there was nothing in this position. I thought about it anyway, and don't be afraid, so I simply opened the door directly, and when I looked inside, there was really nothing.

It was an empty room of 200 square meters, and there was nothing left except for a wooden staircase that led to the second floor against the wall inside. I didn't think much of it, I strode into the door, maybe this is the greed of people, I just wanted to look outside, but now I am looking inside.

As soon as I walked in, I was surprised that the ground was higher than the threshold outside, but luckily my feet were high, otherwise I would have tripped over. It stands to reason that such a large two-story wooden building should be paved with stone bricks, but the ground is not only stone bricks, but there is no green brick, and it is all earthy ground.

After a few steps I reached the staircase leading to the second floor, I looked down at the planks of the staircase, which had a layer of dust, and stepped on it a few more times, but it was still strong enough to bear my weight, but it creaked when I stepped on it.

Fortunately, my nerves are no longer what they used to be, in such a dark night, in an unfamiliar wooden house, listening to the creaking sound, I really dare not go up to the second floor alone, after all, I heard too many ghost stories in the wooden house when I was a child, and now I feel terrible when I think about it, the scenes of those ghost stories instantly come to mind, there is really a ghost story and the current scene, walking up the wooden stairs to the second floor, and when I got to the second floor, I saw a mirror, and instantly drilled out of the mirror A female ghost with teeth and claws, and bleeding from seven holes.

Thinking of this, cold sweat began to break out on my forehead, but I still walked up firmly, listening to the friction sound of the wood under my feet as I walked, and the whole room instantly entered the plot of that ghost story, fortunately, I have also been in a lot of graves in recent years, otherwise I really can't bear it.

There were two more stairs to go up to the second floor, I didn't rush up, but stood here here and looked inside, and after looking around, I didn't see a mirror, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from my forehead. The heart said, it's not a good thing to have a rich imagination, damn it, didn't I scare myself.

After wiping the sweat of the hand down, I held on to the staircase handrail and continued to walk up, just took a step up, I felt that something was wrong, my hand seemed to grasp something, and the feeling of the staircase handrail was not the same as just now. I didn't dare to take a picture with my phone immediately, because I had realized what I had touched, and the number of beats of my heart instantly exceeded 300 beats per minute, and my whole scalp was numb, and cold sweat flowed down involuntarily, thinking, it won't fuck it, it's really such an evil door.