Chapter 33: The Old Grave

It was when I was a sophomore in high school, and a paranormal event happened on a summer night, and I still remember it vividly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I have a friend named Wang Chen who has been bitten by a pig, and the two of us live in a dormitory in high school, live in bunk beds, and are proper iron buddies in the same bed.

Wang Chen is relatively fat, upright, not dragging mud and water, and also very righteous. We don't like to say bad things about people behind our backs, as long as our whole school knows him, no matter the teachers and students, no matter how tall or short, fat or thin, whether it is good or bad, we will have a title when we see him - fat. Don't look at him fat, he can still split the fork, and he has practiced tai chi, so he has some ability.

Our school is located in the suburbs, and we have to ride a bicycle from the city to get to school around a large cornfield, and if you want to take a shortcut, you can do it, but you have to drive the eleventh road and hike through the cornfield.

I heard from the local villagers that this corn field is often haunted, and there will be abnormalities after midnight, and you must not go in at night. But this night is really evil, let me and Wang Chen have trouble!

Saying

That night, Wang Chen returned to the dormitory after evening self-study, tossing and turning and unable to sleep, not knowing which tendon was wrong. It turned out that he couldn't withstand the temptation of World of Warcraft, so he had to drag me to the Internet café to brush the death mine. By the way, WOW had just started the service at that time, and the highest level was only level 30, and it had to be destroyed N times to form a group to brush a death mine.

We took advantage of the dormitory teacher's rounds to climb out of the corridor window on the second floor of the boys' apartment, grabbed the cement canopy with our hands, and jumped directly to the ground.

The next step was to sneak into the carport to pick up our bicycles, but the man who watched the carport actually sat on the back seat of my bicycle and smoked. Hey, I'm a new car! The two of us were so angry when we saw this scene, we thought about it, forget it. You can't beat the old man, for the sake of the alliance, I endured it, and then we climbed out of the fence and went straight to the Internet café.

Usually we both go out on bicycles, take the main road, and go around the cornfields. It's a real headache to walk at night with this black light, we're not afraid of the dark and ghosts, walking is too slow, delaying the brush, but it's troublesome!

We had twenty dollars in our pockets together, and we couldn't afford to get a taxi.

At present, if you want to reach the Internet café as soon as possible, there is only a shortcut through the cornfield, and if you walk quickly, you can go to the Internet café in more than an hour. But the fat man's eyes are not good, he is highly short-sighted, and he walks slowly, so we just talk and walk.

This corn field is the first time we have walked, although it is said that the night and the moon are hazy, and the road under our feet is difficult, and the others do not feel that there is anything wrong.

At this time, a dark shadow flashed not far away, and I judged that I might be dazzled.

Wanting to take this opportunity to scare the fat man, I said:

"Fatty, it's broken, there seems to be a ghost in front of you! You see that there are no stars in the sky, and a waning moon hangs in the sky, which is a sign of great evil. ”

When the fat man heard this, he looked up at the sky, turned around and walked back, I thought to myself, fat man, you are really cowardly, saying that ghosts are scared like such bears, can you do it.

Unexpectedly, the fat man took a few steps back, and actually felt a brick in the ground, and then said to me:

"Stone, I'm equipped with a weapon, instantaneous, can fight in close combat, can throw from a distance, and don't need to repair it if it bursts. If we meet a ghost, we will use this to kill him, and we will ensure that we will not kill anyone. ”

The fat man is ruthless enough, just this physique, more than two hundred and forty pounds, give him a pair of axes to play Cheng bite gold, give him a rake to pretend to be a pig, in case he really encounters a hooligan, he will not be killed by him with a turn of his head!

I felt something was wrong and asked:

"Fatty, you really can, where are the bricks in this wilderness, do you have any more?"

The fat man looked down and touched it, then picked up another piece, and shouted at me:

"There's a bunch of them, do you want them?"

I walked over and found that there were a lot of bricks. I touched a piece and looked at it carefully, and the brick was still covered with black mud, and I hurriedly said:

"This brick looks so strange, the size is different, the whole is large, it doesn't look like a modern one, like a brick in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China."

The fat man said dismissively:

"It doesn't matter what dynasty he is, the bricks are not old, as long as they can be shot, the ghosts are not fierce, just run away."

I thought to myself, no, this brick seems to be used to dig graves, the common people who have a little wealth in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, will build a layer of bricks in the tomb, and then put the coffin in, especially the husband and wife burial coffins are mostly used, and there are still remote villages in the continuation of this tradition, but it is just an urn in the coffin.

I don't think it's good luck to find this thing, the black mud is still a little wet, maybe someone just dug up some old grave nearby while it was dark. So we hurriedly looked around to see if there were any coffins or graves or anything like that, nothing, strange, only this pile of bricks of unknown origin.

My level as a descendant of Guanshan Taibao is too poor, but there are no stars in this sky, and those who know a little feng shui also know that there is no underworld who digs graves at sunrise, and the yin qi is too heavy, so I am not afraid of hitting the zongzi with my back! I do know a little more about Feng Shui and astrology than ordinary people, but it is not a professional, and my brothers and sisters are a hundred times stronger than me. But it's not me bragging, this grave digger, compared to me, is at the level of a primary school student.

As we thought, there was an old man's cough behind us!

We were startled, and hurriedly stood up, and saw a hunchbacked grandmother behind us carrying a basket in her left hand and a little boy of four or five years old in her right hand, staggering towards us.

By the light of the moon, I found that this old woman was wearing this gray robe, which looked quite old, her white hair was combed very neatly, and the basket was covered with cloth, and I didn't know what was inside. The little boy was wearing a red hood on his upper body, and his lower body was smooth, and he kept his head down, as if he had been wronged, and he was not very happy.

The two men stopped right behind us, and the old woman, face down, couldn't see what she looked like, and I hurriedly threw the brick to the ground and motioned for the fat man to throw it too. We are wearing school uniforms, and we are still holding bricks in our hands at this time and place, in case someone sees it as a robbery and calls the police, we can't tell if we have a mouth.

The old lady and the little boy just stood like that, and we just looked at it stupidly.

The little boy suddenly burst into tears and shouted at the two of us:

"Uncle, uncle, did you see my grandmother?"

The two of us were directly stunned, couldn't this little boy see that there was a big living person holding his hand? Can this old grandmother still be human?

The most terrifying thing is, is the old lady next to this a human trafficker?

I asked alertly:

"Kid, isn't this your grandmother?"

The old woman squeezed the little boy's hand tightly, and the little boy stopped crying, and said to us aggrievedly:

"Uncle, this is my fourth grandmother."

This kid is really panting, I thought I could solve a case of child reselling with the fat man.

We hurriedly stepped aside, gave way to the field path, and motioned for their grandparents to come over.

The old lady swayed and walked close to me and the fat man, and I could see the old woman's face clearly, when the little boy turned his head and shouted at the two of us:

"Don't meddle in your business! Remember! Don't worry about what you shouldn't! ”