After the incident came out, the news spread, and the people above came down and were busy blocking the news, saying that they didn't believe the words of us little hairy children.

The case dragged on for more than a month, and there was no news at all, and several relatives of the victims went to the top to ask for an explanation, and they also touched the ashes of their noses.

I don't know why, those chattering villagers are also secretive about this, at night, every household locks the door early, all huddle in the house and do not come out, even the big wolf dog who always barks a few times on weekdays is locked in the kennel and dare not make a sound.

The coffin that came out of the pit was carried away by the people on the official face, not a single piece of wood was left, and the treasures that were turned out were also searched by them, from beginning to end, except for a few lives, all that was left was endless fear and that deep uneasiness.

After several days of panic, the woman was found, and when she was found, she was lying in the old man's firewood.

At that time, in the north, there were relatively many corn growers, and the straw of these corn was still used to make fires for cooking and heating, and in the countryside, there were some in front of and behind the house.

After the woman was discovered, it caused a sensation again, I only remember that there were many people surrounded by three layers of outer floors, sneaking in, and was immediately carried out by an elder who knew her well with her eyes, but even so, I was scared enough by that thing.

It was indeed a woman, and it was true that she had no legs, but her face was not as small as I imagined, and the reason why it gave people that illusion was because the woman had no chin, and I don't know if everyone had ever played with a mannequin, just a skull, and from a structural point of view, there was a "shaft" that could be rotated at the seam between the chin and the upper jaw, commonly known as the hook, and her hook was completely gone, and the chin didn't know where it went, so in fact, she only had half of her face above the upper tooth hall.

This half of her face is no different from ordinary people, except that her teeth are slightly longer and her eye sockets are slightly deeper, compared to her two claws used to crawl, which are much weirder.

Her claws can no longer be described as "hands", to be precise, they are two bird claws, not only the skin is wrinkled, but the nails are long, and the most frightening thing is the claw sheath of the fingertips and the palpitating thickness, the black black is long, thin and hard.

The human hand will never grow into that virtue, and I remember it until now.

Her body was covered in blood, her arms, her face, and even her tattered clothes.

In the face of such a thing, the adults were a little at a loss, some said to call the police, some said to hand it over to the cultural relics department, and some said that it was better to sell her for a few dollars, and they argued for a long time, and finally it was the idea of the third grandfather.

On the one hand, we called the police and waited for the people from the police station to come and deal with it, but on the other hand, everyone did not dare to let it stay there, so several people went over and tied her hands and feet and threw it into a dry well at the head of the village, and then pressed the mouth of the well with a large stone to prevent accidents.

Waiting until it was almost dark, no one from the police station came, and no one from the police station came, and the people in the village were worried that the female corpse in the dry well would change, so they poured gasoline on her and burned her.

Because of this incident, the third grandfather was also named and criticized, and I was still angry about it many years later.

Nothing else, I hate those civil servants who will play tricks when they don't do anything, and when they confiscate things, I have never seen such a clean and neat one.

After that, the place where the coffin was made became a forbidden area, although many villagers used to fill in the hole, but when there was nothing to do, the people in the village still hid far away, even if it was Qingming tomb sweeping, they had to go in groups to go.

There are rumors that it is haunted there, and you will know it when you talk about it, but it is not actually a haunted, it is just a female corpse with no legs and no chin.

This matter became more and more mysterious, and it attracted a lot of gravediggers to come and try their luck, but normally speaking, most people have to return with a feather, and even if they are lucky enough to get something, there is no big oil and water.

When I was fine, I asked my grandfather, whether the woman without a chin was a female ghost, and my grandfather said that it was not a ghost, how could there be a ghost who dared to crawl out in broad daylight, and he said that it was a demon, a corpse demon.

At that time, I was young, and I didn't understand what it meant when I heard this, and after touching my chin and pondering for more than a week, I didn't understand what this "wet demon" was.

Oh, I almost forgot about it when I said this, the three babies who were caught by the corpse demon are still alive, and they are still alive and well.

However, that incident left him a lot of psychological shadows, and in the next 20 years, he never saw him shake his arms to show off his "standing long jump", and the whole person also changed from a stunned young man who was not afraid of heaven and earth to a coward who was careful in everything.

When I was drinking and eating, he hugged me and talked about the past, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The handprints on his feet and neck never went down, and a black piece was exposed like a birthmark.

Actually, I have a question that has not been solved, and I am wondering why the corpse ran out of the dirt that day, and it was like a fly, but after killing a few people, why she lay there upright and unable to move

This question bothered me for a long time, and it wasn't until much later that I figured out the ins and outs of it, and of course, as before, that's another story.

Stepping on the snow and making various sounds, I followed the third grandfather in an army-green Nizi coat.

I kept scanning the surroundings with that big special flashlight, and occasionally I came across a few spots of light, all of them with small eyes, but none of them were the pheasants and hares we were looking for.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and it is even more so when it snows, and the breathing quietly becomes rapid while walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, the third grandfather saw this, laughed, and asked me if I was tired while connecting the flashlight.

I was a little tired, but I didn't die of play, and for someone like me, it was worth it as long as I was willing to do something as hard as I could, so I shook my head and said it was okay.

The third grandfather knew my temperament, and he didn't stop me, and ran up a path from the ridge to the mountain.

In fact, there are more rabbits on the mountainside, but the top of the mountain is not nothing, and there is no prey found at the foot of the mountainside, so you have to try your luck at the top of the mountain.

We walked hill by hill, ravine by ravine and ravine drilled, and when we survived, we suddenly found that our grandfather and grandson, who were born and raised in this place, were so lost!