Grandpa killed more than 100 people in the village.

That summer, when I had just finished work at the museum, I was half exhausted and found a worn, yellowed chicken feather letter on my desk.

This thing is very strange, first of all, this kind of chicken feather letter has long been retired from history for I don't know how many years, and the door of my house is locked, how did the other party put the letter in?

I hastily opened the envelope and found only one line of strong small print on the letterhead, and there was every indication that the letter and the handwriting were some years old.

"Liu Laoshi, die!"

My heart trembled, because Liu Laoshi was my grandfather's name.

This strange letter made my mind uneasy. I myself am a researcher of cultural relics, and I can see at a glance that this letter must be at least ten years old.

I don't know how they entered my house, but I found a watermark on the envelope and a water footprint on the floor, spreading from the floor to the wall.

And those few lines of small words also made me restless, and finally decided to go back to my hometown to have a look. Grandpa is a lot older, and if something happens, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

I immediately asked the curator for leave, but I didn't expect the always harsh curator Wang Zhengtai to readily agree. I immediately took a taxi and went back to my hometown.

When I came to the Yellow River Bridge at the entrance of the village, it was already dark. The driver refused to go further because the road in the village was really muddy.

I had no choice but to walk.

Through the sunset, you can see the outline of the village that has been separated from each other. is still so peaceful, like a grandfather, like all the old people in the village, in this isolated place, peacefully copying every day.

The hometown is timid, and all I have in my mind is how to face the scene when I see my grandfather's cloudy eyes. Unconsciously, a handful of sweat broke out in the palm of his hand.

When I was about to get off the bridge, an old voice suddenly came from under the originally quiet and silent bridge: "Yoko." ”

Yoko, is my nickname.

Maybe the mysterious chicken feather letter is still affecting my feelings, so when I heard this voice coldly, my whole body couldn't help but tremble, and I stopped.

I insisted on listening, but the voice was gone. I thought it was a hallucination and kept walking.

But as soon as I took a step, the voice came again. This time, I'm sure it's not an auditory hallucination. So I hurried to the improvised railing and looked under the bridge.

Empty, nothing after a touch of sunset, but also slowly shrinking from the calm river, the river surface is gradually recovering and dim, like an old man in the last days of his life.

I smiled bitterly, thinking that I was overthinking.

However, the moment I retracted my gaze, I suddenly saw that the originally calm surface of the river actually made a big blister. Immediately after, a carp with a white belly floated on the surface of the water.

Those eyes were so wide that I was terrified.

Damn, it's really bad luck to see dead fish as soon as you enter the village. I'm ready to leave.

But I didn't expect that immediately after, more and more dead fish emerged from under the water, with white bellies and resentful eyes, as if staring at me.

I was horrified that so many fish were dying at the same time, and in the same location, it was so strange that I had never heard of such a thing before.

It was getting darker and darker, and the bridge was so wicked that I decided to hurry home.

When I got off the bridge, the voice calling out to me came from under the bridge again. I subconsciously looked back and was taken aback again.

Because those dead fish actually formed two words: **.

That's right, it's two Chinese characters.

When I'm nervous, it's easy to think and my mind open. I suddenly felt that the voice that had just called me was a little familiar.

If you think about it carefully, isn't that the voice of the second master who has been dead for more than ten years? The second master has appeared? I got goosebumps from my fright, and I couldn't care about it anymore, so I ran home in one go.

When my grandson, who had been away from home for a year, returned home, my grandfather was very happy and baked me the toon flatbread that I had loved to eat since I was a child. I ate three in a row, and I was a little panicked.

Grandpa smoked an old cigarette and looked at me with a happy smile on his face, I think this should be the happiest time of the year for grandpa. I felt guilty that I couldn't spend more time with my grandfather.

I sat down and chatted with my grandfather, and while chatting, I talked about the chicken feather letter, and simply told my grandfather about the chicken feather letter and the strange things I encountered on the Yellow River Bridge.

After hearing this, Grandpa's smile froze on his face, he was very excited, his arms were trembling slightly, and his eyes looked at his bed with dull eyes, as if he had fallen into a long contemplation.

"Grandpa?" I whispered, and my grandfather finally came back to his senses, barely squeezed out a smile, and said with a smile It's nothing, there are many strange things on the edge of the Yellow River.

"Master." I said: "The more I think about it now, the more I feel that the voice is indeed from the second master, and I suspect that the chicken feather letter was also given to me by the second master." Because I found water footprints in the room, wasn't the second master drowned? ”

To be honest, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but the current situation has scared me a little.

Grandpa knocked the cigarette gun on the wooden bed, knocked out all the ashes, and said go and rest, it's getting late.

After that, my grandfather went to the matching room to clean up my bed.

I don't think my grandfather wants to discuss this topic, and he doesn't want to upset his old man. I honestly went to rest.

At night, lightning and thunder roared, and when I woke up in the morning, the courtyard was full of standing water, and the branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground.

From the window, I saw my grandfather sitting on a recliner smoking a cigarette, looking dazed and a little nervous.

Grandpa was afraid of rain, since I can remember, every time it was windy and rainy, grandpa would be restless, sitting at the door early in the morning smoking, any little wind and grass, grandpa would be nervous for a long time.

I got dressed and walked out: "Master, I still want to eat pancakes." ”

Grandpa's cloudy eyes looked at me, and nodded a little distractedly: "Okay, baby, you go and pick up some firewood." ”

"Hmm." I nodded at my grandfather and prepared to go out.

But as soon as I walked to the door, I overheard a desertion shout from outside the door: "Stop for Lao Tzu, you are a thousand knives, you have to chop up meat when you are caught by Lao Tzu......"

Desertion is my playmate since I was a child, and I heard that he now shows the villagers feng shui to make a living.

Immediately afterward, I heard a crisp "bang" in front of my house, so loud that even the wooden door creaked and moved a few times.

"It's coming!" Unexpectedly, grandpa jumped up with a sound and exclaimed.

"Master, what's coming?" I looked at my grandfather, could it be that the second master said, "**?" ”

Grandpa didn't speak, just walked to open the door sullenly. When I opened the door, I was taken aback. The stagnant water at the door was actually stained red with blood, and there were even some milky white things, which looked like brains.