【Preface】The treacherous situation of Dafang Town

On the evening of July 1, 1997, Chenjia Restaurant, Dafang Town, Northeast China. Flies fly in the small restaurant, the table top that can never be wiped clean and the ground are sticky when walking, and the brick TV hanging from the roof of the shed plays the grand occasion of Hong Kong's return to the motherland, and the audience is only one table except for the chef who is eating melon seeds.

There are only two people at this table. It was Bao Ziqiang, an electrician in the town, and Wang Xiu, the author of this article, drinking wine. On the three-foot-long small square table were two plates of simple side dishes and half a bottle of roasted knives. Bao Ziqiang said slowly, and Wang Xiu quickly remembered that it was not so much a chat as a simple interview. Bao Ziqiang's hair was messy, his face was gray, and there were two eye feces left in the corners of his eyes. He had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes staring out the door, as if he was recalling something memorable.

"Baozi, you said that you broke the Dead Sea, and Sister Hua also participated, right?" Wang Xiu asked.

"Hmm," Bao Ziqiang nodded, "However, with the death of the shaman's grandmother, she slowly thought it was a hallucination. ”

"Baozi, you said that you have the ability to rule the Three Realms, but many people in the town, including the hospital, say that you have mental illness." Wang Xiu was also not likely to turn around, and asked straight away.

"Hmm" Bao Ziqiang likes to start with um: "Mental illness is the name of most blind people in the world to a few people who understand." ”

"Baozi, I think..."Wang Xiu wanted to express his opinion.

"You think it's time for me to take my medicine, don't you?" Bao Ziqiang seemed to look at Wang Xiu with a smile.

"Brother Bao, you are my own brother, in fact, this time, I didn't come specifically to listen to your story" Wang Xiu was a little hesitant, and asked for the bottom of his life, "To put it bluntly, it was the bureau that entrusted me to come and see your recovery, what a festive day today, our director said..."

"Liu Daguang said, I'm afraid that I will make trouble for our festive day, so I specially sent you, a little brother, to accompany me, right?" Baozi smiled slightly, and his eyes turned to the door. Suddenly, outside the door of the black hole, a woman wrapped in red walked by, the woman bowed her head and walked through the restaurant, stopped, she turned her head slowly to the restaurant, a smile appeared on a pale face, revealing blue lips and teeth, the smile was specially thrown to the bun. Immediately afterward, she hurried away, no, to be precise, floated away.

"She!" Baozi immediately got up, "She appeared!" He ran out without looking back.

Wang Xiu saw that the bun was sick again, and he didn't even pay for the meal, so his feet turned into four feet on the ground, and he also rushed out.

In Wang Xiu's eyes, Baozi is running frantically on the long street in the dark night, this night is brightly lit, fireworks are in the sky, for this night, the Chinese people have waited for hundreds of years, they celebrate the arrival of the climax of the national fortune Longxing, and all this has nothing to do with this madman, he is decadent and anxious and today's beauty is so incommensurate.

In Baozi's eyes, there is only the woman in red in front of him, and the woman in red has no legs, or a one-piece red windbreaker flying, he knows that as long as she appears, Dafang Town will die.

After turning around, the woman in red led the bun to the side of the wild four-long road, which is an intersection with no street lights. She turned her back to the bun and didn't speak. In front of her was a man preparing to cross the street.

The bun panted and followed, shouting to the woman, "Don't hurt anyone!" The woman in red turned her face, her white and bloodless face was full of eyeballless eyes, bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the woman smiled, "After chasing for so many years, are you tired, just lie here for a while when you are tired, like him." When she said "him", the woman pointed her finger at the man waiting to pass, and she jerked the man in front of her, and at the same time, the man also turned back sharply and saw the bun with teeth and claws, and the man exclaimed, "Aren't you that psychopath?" After speaking, his body was planted forward, and he happened to be hit by a speeding truck for more than ten meters.

This scene appeared in Wang Xiu's eyes, and Wang Xiu saw a man being hit and killed on the spot by a large truck in order to avoid crazy buns.

"Buns! You are crazy! You're really crazy! ”

Well, let's start with the buns. Before telling this long and bizarre story full of gods, fairies, ghosts, and monsters, we need to first understand the spooky town of Dafang.

Dafang Town was formerly known as Fangjiatun. It is an industrial town in the hinterland of the Northeast. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, it was just a shack for the people of the eastern part of the country, in 1897, Lao Maozi repaired the South Manchurian Railway, and the shack became the first station of Gongwei Changchun, and the freight and passenger transport developed, and the population increased suddenly, and soon became a veritable town. Lao Maozi named this place "big house", so it was named Fangjiatun. Six years later, in 1903, Little Japan and Lao Maozi fought a tough battle in Lushun, and both sides threw in hundreds of thousands of people, but the result was that the short Japanese soldiers used a group charge to destroy the tall Russian army, so they destroyed all the way to the south of Changchun, and Fangjiatun naturally fell under the jurisdiction of the little devils. It is said that the first thing the devil did when he first came was to kill people, and because of the signing of a peace treaty with Lao Maozi, the devil did not dare to be angry with Lao Maozi, so he grabbed some Chinese who had worked for Lao Maozi from the railway, put on "pro-Russian" hats, and cut off their heads. The traitors realized that the country had changed hands, and obediently voted for the true son of heaven, bowing down at the feet of the emperor to seek a second job.

After Zhang Zuolin recovered Fangjiatun, his daughter-in-law and General Zhang Xueliang's wife Yu Fengzhi donated money to build a school, and the town had culture. During that relatively quiet few decades, Fangjiatun, like most cities on the Northeast Railway Line, developed rapidly, dividing into two districts, Tienan and Tiebei, with several villages under its jurisdiction.

The 918 incident, Zhang Xueliang was beaten away, and the devil hummed Jun Zhidai into the town. The Japanese attached great importance to Fangjiatun, and as the first pass to defend Xinjing, they built a group of pillboxes and guillotines along the railway outside the town, and stationed a squadron of infantry. Opposite the railway station square, a barracks and a research institute called "water supply and epidemic prevention" were built, and men and women wearing clogs were relocated from the mainland, and they rode around the world in rubber-wheeled carriages, and when they saw which family was doing well, they put down their luggage, and the soldiers rushed in, drove away the original Chinese family, threw down dozens of Kant banknotes, and bought all the real estate, even the cattle and sheep houses and crops were confiscated, and those who did not obey were killed on the spot. Many Chinese peasants, who were once well-to-do, did not survive the cold winter, and froze to death in shacks with leaky wind.

Japan's business speed is extremely fast, the building complex of Fangjiatun is soon connected into a piece, the scale of 30,000 people in the prosperous period, the big Beile in the center of the town hand-picked Yu Ji restaurant, even the dignitaries and dignitaries of Changchun come to patronize, in the morning even rows of fried fritters selling tofu brain hawkers are happy to sell, shouting one after another, the sugar and weapons made by the Zhendong Sugar Factory and the Zhenxi Gun Factory support the country's little devils to fight the holy war. However, in the past thirteen years, the institute and barracks have been heavily guarded, and the doors have never been opened to outsiders, and the Chinese who have entered have not come out alive.

Between the institute and the barracks is a 100-meter-wide and 500-meter-long quadrangular pit, which was originally connected to the Yitong River and the Xiangshui River below, and was a hub for buffering floods. Before the arrival of Japan, the water was clear and the pond was blue, and the birds sang and the frogs chirped, which was the inevitable place for Baozi and his grandfather to bathe and catch fish when he was a child. After the institute and barracks were built, it was fenced off with barbed wire, and no one has been in it since, except for the occasional smell of rancidity. Until 1945, when the devil was beaten away by Lao Maozi, Zhukov's red and blue pencils probably did not consider the strategic significance of this small place in Fangjiatun, and the Soviet army did not even get off the train, and marched all the way to Dalian. The common people trembled and slipped into the barracks to pick up the ocean, only to find that the 50,000-square-meter lake was almost filled in, and there was no grass. There was a small blister three miles to the north.

The common people thought that a better day was coming, but as Sun Liren landed here with the expeditionary force that had been bloody, the old people with bright noses smelled the smell of gun oil. Immediately after the two parties started fighting, in 1948 Changchun experienced a siege of 8 months, Xiao Jinguang's 100,000 army surrounded Zheng Dongguo, the west dividing line is in Fangjiatun, the battle line is strangely cut from the west edge of the big pit, the people in the west of the pit are on the side of the PLA, and the PLA sends white-flour steamed buns every day; The common people in Kengdong are on the side of the national army, the grain is eaten up, the bark is gnawed away, and they look at the happy liberated area through the barbed wire fence every day, but one step away is like an abyss. Grain has a price a day, before Zeng Zesheng's uprising, a steamed bun could be exchanged for a beautiful woman to accompany him for a night, and a gold ring could be exchanged for a yellow flower girl as a daughter-in-law.

During that time, people died every day, and when they died, they threw them into the big pit, until they filled the big pit and piled it up into a mountain bag. As the saying goes, feng shui takes turns, feng shui is in motion, and when the auspicious land feng shui is exhausted, it will also become a place of great evil. This place has experienced a hundred years of changes in the human world, from the natural scene of birds and frogs, to the lush world of flowers and flowers, and then to the place of frequent slaughter in wars, the changes in feng shui are like the wind and clouds.

Baozi was born on the edge of this pit, what he experienced was the treacherous changes of the entire Dafang Town, many things have been many years, and when they were sorted out today, Baozi had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. The author is Wang Xiu, a friend of Baozi, and now he is over forty years old, and in the years I have been with him, I have successively recorded the branches and vines of Baozi's dictation. Let's use this story to commemorate Baozi and those flesh-and-blood fairy fox monsters.