There is a clear yin aura on the cat's body. If you look closely, you will see that this cat is not a living thing, but a ghost left in this world by a dead cat.

The cat's movements were not flexible, and after the lamp slowly swallowed back to the yard, it only heard the wooden wind chimes at the door move, and the planks struck each other, making a crisp sound.

The first wind chime moved, and the next one began to ring, one after another, and after a few seconds, it stopped.

Of course, the sound of such wind chimes is not as loud as the sound of metal and glass, but the sound of these wind chimes is particularly long, and the strange echo is included in the video. All wind chimes sound the same and sound exactly the same. The swing of the wind chimes in the picture is different.

After post-production video compared these wind chimes, the screen is divided into many grids, each small grid is a different doorway wind chimes, ringing at the same time, the sound is fused into one, but the parts and amplitude of the wind chimes shaking are different, but in addition to the sound, another similarity is that the color of the two wooden blocks that emit each sound corresponds. Red collides with green, green hits blue, and at the same time, red collides with yellow, then purple...... This is true in every grid.

The weird feeling is getting stronger.

The video resumes normal playback.

Aoba's trio got out of the car and walked to the yard where the orange cat entered.

The yard was clean and tidy, the gate was open, as was the gate of the small building inside. The living room has a sofa, a TV, a coffee table, all modern furniture, but in such a living room, there is a shabby rattan chair that does not fit.

The old lady sitting on the rattan chair was wearing a navy blue old-era dress, black old cloth shoes on her feet, her head was full of silver threads, her face was serene, and the big puff fan in her hand shook gently. Her eyes were half-squinted, her mouth should be on the radio next to her, and she hummed the tune of the opera.

At this time, the orange cat flowed from the threshold like a liquid, walked to the old lady with its short legs, sat on the old lady's feet, and scratched the old lady's trouser leg with its paws, but immediately chose to give up, lying directly on the old lady's shoes, flicking his tail and napping.

The orange cat has yin qi on its body, but the old lady's body is clean, and the yin qi in the house is not heavy.

Knock knock!

Liu Miao knocked on the door.

The old lady hummed the tune very devotedly. Judging by the volume of the radio, this old lady did not look like a person behind the ear.

Knock! Knock!

Liu Miao increased her strength to knock on the door, and shouted: "Hello! ”

The old lady's humming came to an abrupt end. She blinked a little dazedly, looked left and right, and found the source of the sound.

The wrinkles on the old lady's face are obvious, and there are some age spots. Her eyes were cloudy like those of many old men, and she looked ahead for a long time before she asked sluggishly, "Who are you looking for?" ”

There was nothing unusual in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger, but the indifference and vigilance of the other villagers.

"Grandma, we are from out of town, and we are here to travel. Do you have a hotel here? Liu Miao smiled in her voice.

The old lady shook her head, "No, where is the hotel here!" ”

"Can you borrow it from one of the countrymen?" Liu Miao continued to ask.

"You're going to have to find someone to ask for that." The old lady continued to shake her head.

"Can we come in?" Ye Qing interjected.

The old lady was silent for a while, looked at the camera, and the three people who should actually be looking at Aoba said, "Okay, you guys come in, come in and sit." ”

After a sound of footsteps, the camera pans forward and enters the room.

The old lady turned off the radio, pointed to the sofa next to her, lifted her butt slightly, and held the armrest of the rattan chair to turn it at an angle, facing the sofa.

During this time, the camera pans down to photograph the old lady's feet.

The orange cat rolled over as if it were a real entity, and as soon as the old lady moved, it rolled off the old lady's feet, lazily revealing its furry belly, not at all like a ghost.

"Are you asking anything?" The old lady asked.

"There's something I want to inquire about. When we came over, the people here didn't seem to welcome us very much. Did we do something that was taboo here? Wu Ling asked.

"We're not very welcoming to people from outside." The old lady said very calmly, "It's a small place, and there are not many people who usually come, and we don't want to be disturbed." If you're looking for a place to play, go to another village. There are other villages in the vicinity. ”

"Just don't welcome outsiders?" Wu Ling asked.

"Hmm." The old lady nodded.

"What's going on with the wind chimes outside?" Ye Qing spoke.

The old lady sighed, "This is our custom here, when someone dies, they have to hang wind chimes, and every household hangs them to show the way for the dead." ”

"If you take the liberty of asking, have you ever passed away?" Wu Ling asked.

The old lady still had the same expression, "It's my cat, but it's almost like a relative." Our family treats it as a part of the family, and it is with me when we eat and sleep. ”

The orange cat seemed to be really spiritual, and when he heard this, his body twisted on the ground, and he turned over with difficulty, and rubbed against one of the old lady's shoes, and scratched the old lady's other shoe with its paws.

The black cloth shoes have cat hair and cat paw prints on the surface, and the old lady's trouser legs and clothes also have these marks.

"Go now, before dark." The old lady said suddenly.

"Is there anything special about it?" Wu Ling asked.

"We're going to be funeral when it's dark. When a family goes out of the funeral, no one else can come out, and there must be no one on the street, otherwise it will be unlucky, and it may disturb the peace of the deceased, and he cannot be reincarnated properly. So, go back early. The old lady patiently explained.

"Such words......" Wu Ling's words were not finished.

"Who are you?" A woman's voice interjected.

In the video footage, the woman who had just hung the wind chimes appeared. She looked wary and disgusted, similar to the people of the village.

"Auntie, excuse me." Liu Miao said apologetically.

The old lady waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay, they just ask something, don't be nervous." ”

The woman's expression changed a little better, and only coldness remained.

The old lady looked at the camera.

"Then we'll take our leave." Ye Qing said.

The three got up, but when they went out the door, there was one more footsteps.

The sound of opera resounded.

The camera panned to the woman following them. As if escorting the prisoners, she kept following the three of them, staring closely at them.

"Auntie, what do you mean by this?" Liu Miao asked.

"Wind chimes, our family is dead. Go away, we have a funeral in the evening. Outsiders don't make trouble, otherwise we won't care if something happens. The woman said impatiently.

The three got into the car, and the woman kept standing at the door watching.

At this time, the doors of all roads were hung with those kind of wind chimes.

The camera gives a close-up, and the picture is split into two halves, with tall trees in the yard on the left with branches sticking out of the fence, and wind chimes on the street on the right. The wind chimes did not move, and the leaves rustled.

The car started, turned around, and drove away from the village. Behind the vehicle, the village slowly moved away.

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