Chapter 63: Déjà vu

I stood up and looked at the coffins around me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You mean these coffins are also full of snakes raised from corpses?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man also stood up: "Don't you feel familiar with this snake?" ”

I didn't understand what the fat man meant. After thinking about it in my head, I didn't seem to have any memories of this snake. So he shook his head.

"The one under your ancestral hall. Did we encounter a big snake in the quagmire? The fat man said, "Don't you notice that these snakes are very similar to the big serpent?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and the memory instantly connected: "Huh? No way? The snakes were so big, I thought these snakes were so small. How can it be the same? ”

The fat man picked up the big white dog's leg and continued to walk towards the depths of Yizhuang. As he walked, he said, "The types of snakes are not distinguished by their size. Just like the larvae and adults of a butterfly, the larva can't tell it's a butterfly at all until it's metamorphosed. ”

"You're saying these snakes are perverted?" I went up and asked the fat man.

"Grow to the kind of size that can swallow a person directly, you say it can't be metamorphosed?"

(Metamorphosis refers to metamorphosis and is one of the two types of metamorphosis in insects.) ）

After walking for a while, we were already at the deepest part of Yizhuang. And now this place is a long way from the door. The light from the gate alone could not illuminate us. And in fact we are already in absolute darkness. I had no choice but to turn on the miner's lamp again.

It's still a lot of coffins. And judging from the degree of newness and oldness, these coffins seem to be a little behind the ones they just encountered. These coffins are covered with ash.

The fat man reached out and wiped a handful on the coffin and looked at the dust on his hands. "It's not scientific."

I also felt a little unusual. It's just that it's just a feeling, and the specific conclusion is still not clear.

"There are so many coffins here, if it is true that there is a person in every coffin. There were at least 200 dead people in this village. The fat man said. But when we were outside just now, we saw so many side rooms. Even if you add the few rooms at the gate of Yizhuang, there are only ten rooms in total. If you count the guest rooms for pilgrims to rest, then there are less than seventeen of them. Seventeen bedrooms are to accommodate more than 200 people, and at least one person must be in each room. How is this possible? ”

As soon as the fat man said it, I understood. The heart is right. But on second thought, since it can't fit so many people, it means that some people have been transported from the mountain. Damn, bring the corpse up from the bottom of the mountain, perverted?

The fat man frowned as if he was looking for something, and didn't bother with me being there alone to use his imagination.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" I asked the fat man.

"Didn't you see those little white snakes just now?" The fat man asked, "That's where they crawled just now." Why is it gone now? ”

When I think of snakes, I shudder. Although he was so close with a breath just now, the fear of snakes in his heart could not be eliminated so quickly.

Subconsciously looked at the surrounding ground, and found no traces of those little white snakes.

"Strange, what about the snake?" The fat man looked around.

"Why don't you call the lady and see if they come out?" I say.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then looked up at me with a strange expression. I really pinched my throat and shouted: "Lady~-hey, I'm damned!" As soon as the word fat lady came out, I immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Look, there's a hole in this wall." The fat man said with a miner's lamp shining in a corner of the wall.

I leaned over. Sure enough, a fist-sized hole was found in the corner of the wall.

"Looks like these snakes got into this hole." The fat man said.

"It's hard to say." I shook my head, "What if the fuck it's a rat hole?" ”

The fat man nodded: "If it's really a rat hole, then those snakes are really likely to be in it." ”

"Why?"

"Silly, snakes eat mice, okay?" The fat man rolled his eyes.

I let out an "oh" and said to myself, didn't I think of it all at once?

The fat man leaned against the wall, put his ear on it, and knocked it on the wall with his hand. In just a few clicks, I saw the fat man's face change.

"There's something behind this wall." The fat man said, "The wall is empty." As he spoke, he pulled me aside, pulled out the crowbar from his bag, and spat twice on the palm of his hand. Then he chiseled up against the wall.

Sure enough. The material of this wall is particularly soft, and the fat man is particularly relaxed in the process of chiseling. I almost wanted to go up and try it. And it starts with the fat man digging the wall until he chisels through it. I didn't see a single brick.

The fat man enlarged it a little after he had chiseled through the wall. That's when the scene behind the wall was completely exposed.

There is a particularly small room behind the wall. Inside sat a man in a monk's robe. And the little white snakes I saw just now were either wrapped around him at this time, or coiled at his feet. In short, they were all lying around him.

The fat man and I were startled and hurriedly ducked to the side. But after observing for a long time, I didn't see this person reacting, so I cautiously poked my head out to take a look.

The miner's lamp hit this person in the face, and I suddenly noticed that this person was so familiar. It's really familiar. It's like I've seen it somewhere. And the expression on this face gives people a particularly peaceful feeling.

"This shouldn't be the place where the old monk sits and dies, right?" The fat man muttered to himself.

When I heard it, I thought it was possible. But looking at that face, I always felt like I had seen him somewhere. And I'm sure he must have spoken to me. It's just that I can't really remember it for a while.

The feeling of déjà vu in my heart grew stronger, and I suddenly felt the urge to rush up and hug him. But I was restrained by my reason.

I actually had an impulse for a monk, or the corpse of a monk who had been seated. Holy, what's going on?

The fat man watched for a long time and found that he didn't move. I was bold enough to go inside. But I pulled him back: "Hey, aren't you afraid of him raising the corpse?" ”

The fat man rolled his eyes and pointed at him: "Please, people are sitting." There was no resentment before he died. How can a corpse be raised? Do you think it's like those rice dumplings in the bucket? He's a monk -- oh no, he's a monk. So saying, the fat man walked in.

I stood by the wall and looked at the fat man. There are so many snakes in there that I don't have the courage to overcome them yet. So I consoled myself that it was better to give the fat man wind outside. Don't go in and make a mess. And the feeling that the person in it gave me was really weird. It also made me feel intimidated.

(Originally, I was going to write enough 4,000 words to send it at once.) But it's too hard to find. It would be nice to finish the other 2,000 words in the afternoon) (to be continued.) )