Ravensfield, Public Cemetery.

There was silence in the cemetery, and with the funeral attendants gone, everyone pulled themselves out of their solemn moods and began to think about what to do when they got home.

Only Jamie was still crouching in front of the brand-new tombstone, his palm caressing the grass on the ground with the morning dew, his eyes glazed and gloomy.

Two finchs flew in the sky, and further up, I don't know if there is a heavenly kingdom.

"We said okay, we're going to have a baby this year, if it's a boy it's Jim, if it's a girl, it's Kate...... In fact, a daughter is the best, and you would prefer to have a daughter...... Kate. Arsen, too, sounds good. Jamie lowered his head and whispered to his wife, "No, don't have the surname Arsen, just follow your maiden name, called Kate. Green. Well, she's going to be the cutest little baby in the world...... I'll listen to you this time, we will paint the nursery pink and draw a few white clouds, a few stars and a big castle. I'm sorry I quarreled with you because I wanted to paint it green, I'm sorry......"

Jamie was already sitting on his knees, his palms suddenly grabbed a few grasses and clenched them tightly into fists, and his metacarpophalangeal joints lost their blood color due to too much force.

His hair hung down, covering his eyes, and all he could see was crystal droplets of water dripping down the grass.

"Emily, I'm sorry, but I'm the one who bothered you...... It doesn't matter if someone hurts you or that Marie. Xiao, it should all be for the surname Arsen. The target should be me...... If you hadn't married me, you wouldn't have suffered this fate. ”

Edward had already recovered his breath, and walked a few meters behind Jamie with a shovel before stopping, not eating doughnuts or shaving, and rarely looking quietly at the young man in front of him who was immersed in sadness.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Cambodian doll with a strange style, and rubbed it carefully.

On that trip, he and his wife walked in a crowded exotic market, and his wife took him by the hand and bargained with the stall owner with a bamboo hat for a long time before happily buying the doll.

She said that the doll represented a wish for peace, and that he had to carry it with him for the rest of his life.

But now, her life has come to an end.

The doll has been hung by Edward in the rearview mirror of the car, which is why he refuses to drive a police car whenever he travels far away. On the way, the doll was taken off by Qi Zihuan curiously, and then when he arrived at the motel, he remembered to return it to him, and he put it in his pocket.

The two men who knelt and stood were silent, each missing.

I don't know how long it took, Jamie wiped his eyes, stood up, and asked hoarsely, "You said I had to act with you during the day, so where are you going now?" ”

"I'd like to go to Old Henry's House of God first, there were some things I didn't ask about yesterday." Henry looked at the young man's bloodshot eyes, and his tone was no longer as cold as before.

Jamie frowned and said, "Do you want to ask about the relationship between this matter and the Arsen family?" Henry was vague that day, and he refused to say it explicitly, and I guess it is still the case when I ask now. I was going to go home again and ask my father directly, he should know best. ”

"Well, I'll go with you to your house then. But you have to go to God's house first, do you remember the story of the lynching that Henry told yesterday? ”

"Of course I do."

"When we got back to the hotel yesterday, my partner and I went out to visit a number of townspeople, and all of them were unusually consistent in their confessions that there was indeed a man named Marie a few decades ago. Shaw's ventriloquist puppeteer, but there have been no cases of disappearance or lynching. Xiao suffered a heart attack and died suddenly in the theater room. Because her performance was so popular with everyone, some people in the town paid for her to be buried with her dolls. Edward pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and pulled out one and lit it.

Jamie was a little surprised, and asked suspiciously, "What about the nursery rhymes that have been circulating in the town for many years?" That nursery rhyme fits almost exactly with Henry's story. ”

"Nursery rhymes? See Marie. Xiao don't scream? Edward glanced at Jamie and puffed out a small smoke ring, "So far, I've only heard this nursery rhyme from you and Henry, and all the townsfolk have said that there is no such nursery rhyme circulating. ”

"So you mean, whoever tries to connect their minds to paranormal events is very suspicious, like me and Henry?" After all, Jamie is young and vigorous, and he feels very depressed every time he is suspicious.

"Maybe." Edward was noncommittal, and pointed to the cemetery on the other side with a shovel, "In addition, I have just dug more than a dozen pits and found a very interesting thing. ”

"What?"

"Marie in that cemetery. Xiao and those dolls were all dug up. Supposedly, if it's just to shroud your wife's case with mystery, just the legend of Billy plus is enough. The corners of Edward's mouth twitched, but there was no smile in his eyes, "No matter who it is, he must still do something!" ”

……

Marianne sat at the table in a daze.

After a long time, the sanity was like the sun after the rain, piercing the dense clouds one after another, and the whole world returned to clarity.

She shook her head to make sure the crow doll was still in her arms before she began to take a closer look at everything in front of her.

This is in the dining room, the table has been set up for himself and Henry's two sets of cutlery, the vase on the table has been replaced with new flowers, and there is some noise in the direction of the kitchen.

It should be Henry who is busy in the kitchen with the two of them lunch.

Mary felt a pang of guilt, for her youth had only occasional episodes of madness, and that Henry had been left to concentrate on her work and take care of the affairs of the family on her own.

But maybe the stimulation was too great back then, and the disease was medicated and seen by a psychiatrist, and all the ways I could think of were thought of, but it was still getting worse day by day. In recent years, she has been in a state of confusion for most of the day, relying on Henry's careful care.

Thinking of this, she brushed her messy hair behind her ears with her hands, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Take advantage of the fact that you are now sober-minded and have a few words with your husband.

"Henry, dear, what are you doing to eat?" With a happy smile, Marianne shouted into the kitchen as she walked.

There was no answer, and even the sound of the Suo suddenly stopped.

She panicked and hurried to the kitchen.

Henry sat on the chair in the middle of the kitchen, his face pale, without a trace of blood, his lips pursed, and he wore an apron rarely, but the straps seemed to be tied a little tightly, so that the upper edge of the apron tightly bound the throat, and even the neck and upper body were completely covered.

"Henry, are you alright?" Marianne's voice trembled a little.

Henry raised his hand and shook it, indicating that it was okay.

But why is there blood on the ground?