"Where is the body now? I want to go and see the few children who have been victimized, and if possible, I'll see it too. Thinking about the image of the three bald men, I said to him with a stern face.

"Huh? What do you think that thing is for? It's all said that it's evil, you still see it! "Obviously, the man thought I was dying, and in fact, from an outsider's point of view, there were a lot of things I had done that were similar to dying.

"I'm going to take two photos, and if I don't have them, I won't pay for them. When the time comes, both of us will be busy in vain, and you and I don't want this kind of result, right? I said, smiling kindly.

"Okay!" After hesitating, the man reluctantly agreed, "However, you have to listen to me then, otherwise I won't be responsible for what happens!" ”

"That's nature." After the discussion was settled, I went with him to the village, and along the way, the informant told me some interesting anecdotes about the local area, some of which were more reliable, some of which were heavily subjective. When I entered the village, some people noticed me, and the informant was clever enough to tell people that I was a distant relative, and I greeted them with a smile. In fact, when this happens, tabloid reporters like me are very unwelcome, and it would be strange if they knew that I was working for the most juggling organizations, and that I wouldn't be invited out of the way.

There was nothing to say that day, and there was no need to say more, the informant took me to Zhang Dakui's door and shook it for a while before going to his house. There, he found me some clothes that the helpers usually used, and we agreed to find an opportunity to mingle in the evening at dinner.

Of course, this thing was requested by me, and after hearing my thoughts, the informant named Zhang Ergou thought I was crazy, "What's the matter?" At night, when you go in alone, aren't you looking for death!? ”

"Hehe, it's okay, I can handle it." Rather conceitedly smiling, I said.

"But it's not a human, it's a ghost! Ah no, it's zombies! Glaring, he said to me.

"It's pretty much the same. Moreover, I don't believe in anything like that in the world at all, and I have reservations about what you say. The reason why I came with you is just that I think our readers will like what you say, and as for these photos, they are just for errands, don't worry, more than a minute is enough, when the time comes, you can pick me up, and I'll leave when I'm done. "Change your clothes, I said.

"What if something happens?" The man was still not reassured, and looked at me and muttered.

"I bought insurance, and if something really happened, I would get rich." Hey hey, I said.

"Damn." The man couldn't help but grin when he heard my teasing.

Soon, it was dusk, and although there was such an incident, the funeral at Zhang Dakui's family still did not stop.

The mourning hall is still there, the drum band is stopping at the side and is having dinner, incense, candles, paper horses and so on everywhere, but the mourning hall without corpses seems a little empty, and at the same time as I mixed in, I deliberately went to the mourning hall to burn a stick of incense, and when I looked up, a smiling old lady in the photo was looking at me there.

I don't know if it's influenced by Zhang Ergou's ghost stories, the appearance of this old lady holding the door frame and revealing half of her face in the moonlight immediately came to my heart, to be honest, it's quite crazy.

To my surprise, the body was not placed in the mourning hall, but was locked in a rather closed warehouse, presumably this was also forced by someone, from here, the matter of eating children is a little more credible, secretly took two pictures outside, I sneaked to the side of the warehouse with a card camera, according to the prior agreement, the informant stole the key and put me in, and then quickly locked the door.

I asked him to wait for me at the door, and he didn't mean to go in with me, and when I got in, he pulled me, and I knew that this thing must be scared, but I didn't pay attention to him.

From the outside, I didn't notice that the house was actually the most common small bungalow in the northern houses, with wooden beams, a bit old and a little low. Moreover, it was quite closed, and even the windows used for lighting were covered with a thick layer of dust. In addition, it was dark at dusk, and I could barely see anything as I stood inside.

Take out your phone in your trouser pocket, press and hold the Home button, and the two LED flashes will immediately light up the room. I wanted to see how the body was parked, and then I took two pictures and walked away. But as soon as the light flickered, a pair of bulb-like eyes immediately appeared in front of me.

The eyes were so bright, flickering slightly as I moved, and the appearance of such a pair in mid-air startled me at the time. The brain short-circuited for a second, and I realized that the owner of the eye turned out to be a cat, a very old cat.

The cat doesn't know how many years it has lived, the three colors of black, white and yellow are distributed all around, and the breed is not very high-end, and the hair in some places has also fallen out. Under the sparse hair, only the white and miserable flesh is faintly visible.

If you look closely, you will also notice that the cat is missing an ear, which is not commensurate with its appearance, this cat is fat, and its eyes are too sharp. However, compared with those cute fat cats, this old cat is obviously not so likable. Not because he's ugly, but because his eyes are uncomfortable.

It was lying on the corpse, staring at me with a pair of big squinted eyes, yellow and clear, very awesome, very calm, very resentful. Like a jackal with bad intentions in the snow. I'm sure I've never seen such a pair of eyes in the twenty years or so before, though I've been a little jealous of old cats for a long time.

When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside, and at that time cats were very common in the countryside, some were raised, and some were wild. Generally speaking, people in the hometown will tie a red rope around the neck of the domestic cat to distinguish it from the wild cat, because at that time, the ownerless wild cat was not very dangerous.

They love to steal chickens, pigeons, dried fat sausages and bacon, and people hate them so much that they itch their teeth. Later, the villagers reached a consensus that once they caught the wild cat, they would hang it on a willow tree at the head of the village. At most, I have seen dozens of old cats of different colors and patterns hanging from the willow trees at the head of the village.

It didn't take long for those wild cats to be almost extinct. But over the years, the resentment on the willow tree became heavier and heavier, and later, it died inexplicably. Of course, the legend of the haunting also began after the death of the willow tree.