Many people say that the third year of high school is very stressful, and I personally think it's okay.

My grades are quite stable, if nothing else, I can get an ordinary book, at this time Ma Chengcheng is already a freshman college student, and our family went back to Laohugou during the winter vacation.

There are rivers and mountains in front of you, but there are no computers and iFi. In addition to going up and down the mountain and down the river, my daily pastime is to sit on the dojo and make charcoal fires. The dojo is an open space in front of each earthen house, a bit like a small school playground, which can be used to herd wheat when the farm is busy.

The charcoal basin that has just been burned will usually be placed on the dojo first, so that the exhaust gas from the charcoal fire will volatilize first.

The location of the earthen house is very remote, and there is a bamboo forest in front of the dojo, and you will only reach the main road after walking through the bamboo forest and then walking on a dirt road.

Ma Chengcheng is very good at telling stories, so one of our pastimes is to listen to her tell those strange things around the charcoal fire, when Ma Chengcheng was a child, Ma Chengcheng was taken by his grandmother for a while, and the bedtime stories that his grandmother told Ma Chengcheng were a series of strange anecdotes, these ghost stories are called ancient spirits in dialect. Ma Chengcheng is the best at talking about ancient essences, and we love to hear her talk about ancient essences.

Often when the sky is dark, me, my cousin and cousin, the three of us always surround Ma Chengcheng to let her talk about the ancient essence, at that time the charcoal basin is placed on the dojo, the sky is slowly getting dark, occasionally there is a cooing bird, the mother-in-law's bamboo forest densely blocks the whole dojo in the shadows, and the ghost story at this time sounds particularly feeling.

The night in the countryside can be described in one sentence, that is, when you can't see your fingers, all the familiar scenery during the day will become strange and mysterious. We surrounded the charcoal basin, and that one piece was bright, and the Gu Jing who listened to the babbling suddenly felt a cool breeze pouring down from his whole neck.

Among the many stories Ma Chengcheng told, the one that impressed me the most was the old Gu Jing that my grandmother told her many years ago.

The name of this story is the deadbolt pier, and the content of the story is like this.

Once upon a time there was a pair of sisters, the elder sister was called the door pier and the younger sister was called the door bolt.

One day, their mother went out and was eaten by a vixen on the way, and the vixen returned home in the form of their mother.

When I went to bed at night, the vixen said.

Deadbolt, bolt, you come here and sleep with Mom.

Then the deadbolt crawled over and slept with the mother, and the doorbolt slept on the other end.

In the middle of the night, the doorway was suddenly woken up by a rattling sound, and she asked.

Mom, are you eating?

Then the vixen said.

Baby, mom is eating twist flowers.

The gate pier said.

Mom, I'm hungry too, give me a section.

The vixen said yes, and handed her a small section in the dark, and when she touched the door, she felt that something was wrong, and she looked at the twist flower in her hand by the moonlight leaking in from the window, and saw-

It's clearly a finger!

The door pier touched the size of her fingers, and immediately understood that this 'mother' was a fake, she must be an ancient spirit, and now she ate the door bolt.

The doorbolt was so sad that she almost cried, and she held back her tears and thought about how to save the deadbolt.

The vixen paused for a moment.

But after a while, the doorway heard the sound of clicking again, and she asked again.

Mom, are you eating again?

The vixen answered him.

Baby, mom is eating pot.

The gate pier said.

Mom, I want to eat it too, you give me one.

The vixen handed over something in the dark, and the doorman secretly leaned in the moonlight to take a look—

It's a toe!

The door pier knew that it was too late, the door bolt would definitely not be saved, and the vixen would definitely come to eat her after eating the door bolt.

What to do?

The doorman was in mind, and she said to the vixen.

Mom, Mom, I want to pee.

The vixen was afraid that she would run away, so he told her.

Don't go out, you'll pee at the door.

Pier said.

No, no, no, there is a door god at the door.

The vixen said again.

Then you pee into the hole.

Pier said.

No, no, there is a stove god in the stove hole.

The vixen had no choice, and he was afraid that the door pier would run away, so he told her.

Mom is afraid that there are vixens outside who will pull you away.

When the door pier heard this, he sneered in his heart, and thought to himself, aren't you just a fox spirit, so he told it.

Mom, mother, take a rope and tie me to you, and if there is a sa, I will call you.

When the vixen heard this, this would be fine, he took a rope and tied one end to himself, and the other to the door.

When the gate pier went out, she went out and saw the grinding plate hanging on the big tree in the yard, and suddenly thought of a countermeasure. The doorman took out the oil from the stove, climbed up the tree himself, and then poured the oil down the tree, and then untied the rope and tied it to the millstone.

The vixen waited left and right in the house, but when he could not see the doorway back, he pulled the rope.

Thousands of pounds of grinding disc can be dragged by it, and the fox spirit saw that he couldn't pull the rope, so he hurriedly shouted.

Gate pier, door pier, where are you?

The pier did not make a sound.

The vixen was forced to come out to look for her, and when he saw her hiding in the tree, he screamed.

Gate pier door pier, you come down.

The gate pier said again.

Mom, Mom, I'm afraid of heights, you come up and pick me up.

So the fox spirit came to climb the tree, and the tree was full of oil, and it climbed and slid down, and climbed and slid down, and there was no way, it was fierce under the tree, and roared at the door.

Come down!

The pier didn't answer it, and she pushed the millstone down the tree.

Directly below the millstone is a well.

The vixen was suddenly dropped by a rope from a tree and hanged alive.

The pier walked down the tree.

Soon.

There was a cabbage growing in the field at the vixen's feet, and the father of the deadbolt came home and saw this cabbage growing very well, and he cut down the cabbage.

After a while, he felt very hungry, so he put the cabbage in the pot and boiled it, and as soon as he got out of the pot, he heard someone screaming in the pot, and he was so frightened that he immediately closed the lid.

The screams faded into silence and eventually disappeared completely.

Dad Doordun lifted the lid of the pot and looked-

There was no cabbage in the pot, only a pot of blood was left.

After Ma Chengcheng finished telling the story, we were all booing her, of course, mainly because I took the lead.

Ma Chengcheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished telling this story yet, I just told the story, and now I'll tell you the truth." ”

She began to analyze the story behind the deadbolt pier for us.

From time to time, a few sparks burst out of the charcoal basin, and the bamboo forest was full of shadows, and there were a few cooing sounds from time to time.

Ma Chengcheng's face looked slightly distorted in the reflection of the charcoal fire.

At first glance, the story of the deadbolt pier sounds like just an ordinary country elf, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to have a deep meaning.

First of all, why does the story arrange for the vixen to eat the mother of the deadbolt pier? Why did this goblin choose a fox?

The status of the fox spirit in the ancient spirit is very unique, it is not just an ordinary spirit, now many people will scold others fox spirit, so who will generally scold the fox spirit?

Looking at Ma Chengcheng's face flickering in the firelight, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, woman.

Right.

Ma Chengcheng continued to analyze.

Many times we use vixens to scold women who are good-looking and seduce other people's husbands, so you see, can this vixen be understood as a third party? It ate the mother of the deadbolt and took its place, isn't it just that the little three broke down the main room and replaced it?

So next, she ate the door bolt, can it also be understood that the stepmother couldn't get used to her husband and ex-wife's children, and killed her? And the vixen ate the door bolt, can this also be understood as squeezing clean?

Remember how Mendun realized that his vixen had killed his sister?

She heard the vixen eating, and she needed to pay attention here, and twice she heard the vixen eating, and the door pier said that she was hungry and asked the vixen to eat, and the vixen only gave her a little bit each time, does this mean that the vixen usually lacks food and clothing for them? Later, the door pier wanted to protect himself, and repeatedly proposed to go out, how did the fox spirit do it? How can it be understood that it doesn't let the gate pier go out?

You have to pay attention, the story said that the door pier knew that the fox spirit killed the door bolt, and he would come to harm her, so the going out in the story can be understood as the door pier wants to tell everyone the truth?

Later, you have to pay attention to the fact that there is a plot tryout plate on a tree in the story, in the past, the millstone was very important to a family, and the millstone at that time was not small, how could it be placed on the tree? If the grinding disc is placed on the tree, of course, there is no way to grind the grain, and it is almost out of food for the farmers who cultivate the land for a living, does this imply that the life of the doorman's family can no longer be lived?

The oil found in the panic of the door pier shows that she knows the stove, does this imply that she is working at home?

Besides, the rope tied the two, doesn't this just show the relationship between the fox spirit and the door pier? They just stumble on each other, and the vixen restricts their own freedom while restricting the door pier.

Next, the most common methods of suicide in the past are nothing more than two kinds, throwing into a well and hanging, both of which have been realized in the vixen, so can it be understood that the door pier finally managed to kill the vixen?

In the end, the story does not mention the corpse of the fox spirit, but says that a cabbage grew on the ground where it hanged, and the cabbage was dug up and boiled by the father of the door, and he was very afraid, but he still boiled all the cabbage into blood, what is this like? Like a corpse?

So now let's tell this story again, if the story of the deadbolt pier becomes a reality, then this story should be like this.

The biological mother of the bolt pier was replaced by the stepmother, the stepmother was very mean to the bolt pier, and the sisters lacked food and clothing on weekdays. The stepmother was afraid that the matter would be exposed, and she was also afraid of the door pier complaining, so she trapped her at home, but unfortunately she failed. Doorpier was smarter than her, and finally managed to kill her.

When the father returned home, he found that his youngest daughter had been killed at the hands of his wife, and that his eldest daughter had killed his own wife, so he chose to harbor the crime for his daughter.

Ma Chengcheng ends the story with a ghostly smile in the light of the charcoal fire.

I shuddered.

To be honest, that Gu Jing is not terrifying, but the story analyzed by Ma Chengcheng really made me feel a little numb in my scalp.

What kind of family is this? How ruthless this stepmother is.

Ma Chengcheng smiled wryly, "Are you satisfied now?" That's a good story, isn't it? ”

My cousin and cousin all nodded their heads.

I said in my heart, this is not only satisfied, but also full of coolness, and the Ma Chengcheng who came up with this thing is much more terrifying than the story itself.

It was still early before bedtime, and although we were scared to death, we still pestered Ma Chengcheng to tell her a story, and Ma Chengcheng cleared his throat, "Then since you are so interested, let's tell you something real." ”

All three of us squeezed into where Ma Chengcheng was sitting, and surrounded her in the middle.

Ma Chengcheng shared her personal experience.

Ma Chengcheng once went out to eat when he was a child, and the store was at a crossroads. She was sitting very close to the door, with her back to the door.

Ma Chengcheng, who was eating alone, unconsciously glanced at the intersection outside the door with his peripheral vision.

She saw a man.

It was a man with his back to her.

It was summer, two or three o'clock in the afternoon, I don't know why there were few cars on the road that day, the sun was very poisonous, Ma Chengcheng looked at him while eating.

The man was standing in the middle of the intersection, wearing gray long-sleeved trousers and a hard hat, and his clothes were thick, loose and loose, similar to construction clothes.

Ma Chengcheng didn't think much about it at the time, she didn't wonder why this man was dressed so thickly in the summer, she didn't wonder why the usually flowing crossroads were rarely populated today, and she didn't wonder that this person's gray clothes were more like gray gas that permeated her whole body, she just looked at it normally.

At this moment, the man seemed to sense Ma Chengcheng's gaze, and he suddenly turned his head.

After Ma Chengcheng saw him clearly, he directly forgot to chew the rice in his mouth.

The man's face was white, really white.

Because he has no facial features at all.

But Ma Chengcheng could still clearly feel that the 'person' was watching her.

They looked at each other for a long time, so long that Ma Chengcheng's eyes were a little sour, and she reacted and turned sharply to look out the door, but—

The empty crossroads were empty.

Ma Chengcheng chewed stiffly and swallowed the food in his mouth.

When you see something unclear, people's truest reaction is not to scream, nor to shout and ask the people around you if they also see something, at that time, let alone shouting, you will forget to breathe, even your heart will forget to beat. The whole person was startled, his chest was numb, the whole person trembled, and his scalp was numb.

Ma Chengcheng didn't scream, she didn't tell anyone else, she finished her meal absentmindedly, and only when she crossed the street to go home did she feel a cold sweat.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ma Chengcheng smiled and continued: "Actually, I'm nothing, let me tell you a story that happened to my grandfather." ”

We nodded our heads.

My grandfather worked in a factory when he was younger, and he was assigned to a staff dormitory.

At that time, the staff dormitories were basically very tight, but for some reason, my grandfather went to work in that factory, and he immediately encountered an empty dormitory, and it was a single room.

He happily moved in.

I feel very comfortable living in a single room, but I don't know why I hear someone knocking on the window in the middle of the night every day.

Knock knock.