Ravensfield is in the middle of nowhere, and there are few cars on the road leading to the town.

Qi Zihuan looked at the lonely sign standing on the side of the road, on which the leafy promotional photos of the town had long been dusted and destroyed, only the town's slogan was still enthusiastic - welcome to Ravensfield, a peaceful home.

Edward was shaving his beard with an electric shaver while driving steadily. For some reason, Edward didn't drive a police car, but instead used his own dilapidated private car, which was littered with bread crumbs, hamburger wrappers, and finished drink cups.

On the rearview mirror hangs a wooden figure hanging from a black rope, swaying with the bumps of the car. This little man has a white face and red lips, and is wearing golden boots, a wide robe of intricate colors, decorated with tiny sequins, and a pointed hat like a pagoda, which is typical of Southeast Asian handicrafts.

This exotic wooden figure is in stark contrast to the dirty environment in the car.

"This gadget is interesting, where did it come from?" Qi Zihuan asked curiously.

Edward glanced at the rearview mirror and said lightly: "This is what my wife and I bought when we traveled to Cambodia, it is said that it can ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, my wife likes it very much, so she bought it and hung it in the car." ”

"So you're married? I thought you were the kind of workaholic who was so focused on your work. Qi Zihuan was a little surprised, he didn't remember whether Edward's wife was mentioned in the movie at all, but he just felt that Edward's lifestyle of eating junk food all day long and going out without shaving his beard was completely in line with the image of an American man living alone.

"It should be said that it is an ex-wife, who divorced four years ago." Edward's tone was a little strange, and he paused before continuing, "It didn't take long for her to marry a lawyer. ”

Qi Zihuan didn't expect a casual sentence to lead to such a bloody story, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry to mention these ......"

Edward ignored him and drove to himself.

After a while, he suddenly spoke again: "Last year, when I was on duty late at night, I received a call from someone, claiming that his wife had fallen down the stairs and was unconscious, but when I arrived at the scene, I found that the woman had died, and only a drunken husband was standing by her. Upon examination, the victim was found to have obvious blunt force blow wounds on his head, as well as old injuries to his hands, wrists and eye sockets. ”

"Who is this victim?" Qi Zihuan was a little unsure of how to answer.

"Yes, the victim was my ex-wife, her husband, a lawyer in a suit all day long, who slammed her on the head with a baseball bat because of some drunken quarrels. And obviously, this is not the first time this has happened. ”

Qi Zihuan now understood why Edward was suspicious of Jamie beyond the norm.

There was silence in the car for a while, Edward pursed his lips and continued to drive, while Qi Zihuan took off the wooden figure after obtaining the consent of the other party, and gently held it in his hand and rubbed it, as if listening to it tell his story.

In the dark trunk of the car, there is also a pair of eyes slowly turning with the shaking of the vehicle, but the movements are a little stiff and rigid.

Beneath the eyeballs is an eternal smile.

……

The vehicle soon arrived in the town of Ravensfield, where a bleak street scene appeared outside the windows on both sides.

The rusty doors of the shops, the tattered sheets drying outside, the homeless people sitting on the abandoned sofas on the corner reading the newspaper, all the way through, all you see are this lifeless and decadent scene.

"Even though there have been some horrific murders, but after so many years, why hasn't this town come back to life?" Edward asked, looking down the street, frowning.

Qi Zihuan said softly: "Maybe people are not only afraid of the bloodshed that has already happened, but they are worried that the bloodshed will come again. ”

"You mean, that nursery rhyme? Marie. Shaw's gaze? ”

"I don't know, but there is an old saying in China that it is better to believe what it has than what it does not have. This means that we have to be respectful of some mysterious phenomena that cannot be explained. Qi Zihuan hopes that Edward will wake up sooner, once he and Marie. Xiao turned his face and went to war, and he could also be prepared.

"I've never been to China, I'm from Texas. Our credo there is that nothing can be solved by a bullet. Edward said with a nonchalant look on his face, "If there is, then two bullets." ”

As they spoke, they came to the door of a manor.

The manor is very old, the iron gate is covered with green vines, and there are winged monster statues on the doorposts on both sides, which are also badly worn out by the wind and sun for many years.

The iron gate is separated from the mansion in the distance by a large area of grass, but the grass should be unmaintained on weekdays, and the growth is a little uneven.

At the sound of the car horn, an elderly man who looked like a servant walked up to the door and asked through the iron door, "Who are you?" What's going on at Arsen's house? ”

Edward stepped out of the car and showed the badge to the other party.

"We have something to ask Jamie. Arsen, please open the door and let us in. ”

"You want to find the young master, that's really unfortunate, he came here for a while in the morning and left, I heard that he went to handle the funeral of his wife, and he should still be in God's house now." The old servant trembled and leaned on his broom and said slowly.

"Then we need to talk to Jamie's father." Edward flipped through the case file in his hand, "Arnold. Arson talks. ”

"I'm sorry, the owner was almost paralyzed half a year ago because of a stroke, and his body is very weak. The wife has confessed that she will not see unless she is a guest who has accepted the invitation. The old servant looked old and frail, but his mind was very clear, "Or, if you have a court summons." ”

This was said with reason, and Edward was speechless.

Qi Zihuan knew the real reason why the owner of the manor didn't see anyone except Jamie, and he didn't force it, and dragged Edward to the God's house in the town.

The so-called House of God is actually a small privately run company that specializes in funeral business. The proprietor is called Henry, and he has been the only person in the town to do this for generations, so he usually provides a one-stop service from the sale of coffins, the makeup of the remains, and the burial ceremony.

Henry was fooling around with Jamie at this time: "Come and see this coffin, all made of nanmu, strong and durable, generous and decent, lined with leather, to ensure that the deceased can feel soft and comfortable when lying inside......"

In the corridor outside the door, an old woman with a haggard face sat in a wooden rocking chair, feeding the crows in her arms.

Muttering to himself.

"She's here again, she's here again."