I subconsciously took a few steps back, a strange picture flashed in my mind, and then I stared at the tree I was touching just now, "What's wrong Ah Yuan," looking at me with strange behavior, Xia Rui couldn't help but be a little worried, and asked me, I stepped forward again, leaned forward again towards the place I had just touched, closed my eyes and stopped for a long time, "Guoyuan, what's wrong with you?" Han Dong also felt very wrong when he saw my strange behavior, and slapped my arm and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just thinking about something," the psychic with the trees seemed to make me feel that this forest had an invisible magic, and I looked at this strange forest and felt a chill, "How could it be gone?" Is it climbing a tree? Strange words suddenly popped into my mind, Xia Rui was also a sign, "It seems that you are right, only it is possible to go up the tree," Xia Rui smiled and said.

"It shouldn't be possible, if it's really up to the tree, according to the depth of the footprints, this monster is huge, and there should be traces on the tree, but the trees around here seem to be intact," Han Dong carefully analyzed the situation at the scene, and his expression became much more serious, it seemed that the joke just now didn't seem to be funny. "Miss Xia, don't mind, Dongzi is like this," Xia Rui was a little speechless by the joke that was exposed, and I had to defend Han Dong softly.

"Okay, I'm not angry, I know he's right," after saying that, Xia Rui looked around leisurely, one was Han Dong who was seriously looking for clues, and the other was Xia Rui who was wandering around, the whole scene looked extremely incongruous, I smiled helplessly a few times and then continued to look for possible clues around.

Zhang Zhibang's body has been carried back, Han Dong and I have no other finds, Han Dong glanced around, and there was a gust of wind howling in the gloomy woods, "Let's go, it seems that there are no clues," Han Dong got up and greeted me and prepared to leave this place. "Well, okay, let's go back to the police station first, do you want Miss Xia together?" Seeing that it was noon, I wanted to take Xia Rui to the police station to rest for a while.

"Okay, this girl will go with you," Xia Rui regained her former spirit, stretched out her noble hand like a Lafayette posture, seeing such a funny picture, everyone couldn't help laughing, I took Xia Rui's hand and hurriedly walked out of the woods, so along the way Xia Rui can always find all kinds of things to embarrass me, although I am more disadvantaged, but I am also very happy along the way, and gradually throw the heavy mood of the past few days out of the clouds.

Under the dim moonlight in the night silent wind, it seems to be catering to the more solemn atmosphere of death in the village, the dark clouds are constantly rolling above the village, at this time there is no longer anyone walking on the village road, at noon with Xia Rui Han Dong casually ate something, and has been checking all the information of Zhang Zhibang before his death, Zhang Zhibang, a native of Yanjiang City, about twenty-one years old, male, graduated from Zhongcheng University, engaged in cultural relics surveying and other work, no bad records, political appearance, no genetic history.

Regarding Zhang Zhibang's information, none of them recorded a prominent incident of heart disease, and about all his experiences before his death, it was also the first time to come to the village to conduct investigation work, looking at the information found so far, there is still no breakthrough point of reliability, about the footprints at the scene of death, according to the older generation in the village, the village has never heard of wild people since the establishment of the village, and the case has fallen into a stalemate for a while.

Under the dim candlelight, an old man with a full of mulberry eyes was wandering in the room, anxious mood made him keep looking at the watch hand in his hand, time passed little by little, there were a few packets of things packed with paper in the silent room, and the beds on the single shelves around were neatly placed, it was already night, the village road was empty, only the gust of wind blew, blowing people into a cold sweat.

In the dim moonlight, a black shadow slowly stepped out of the corner, leaning against the surrounding trees to hide its tracks. Isn't that the messenger from hell? He suddenly appeared on the cold village road, his black robe still tightly wrapped around his body, and he slowly walked towards the path where the houses were sparsely populated, and crossed the front path to the back of the ancient ancestral hall.

The weeds around it have been weathered and grown to the waist of a man, and no one has pruned them for years, and the cycads in the ancient and gloomy ancestral hall are not willing to be lonely, and the broad branches and leaves stick out from the edge of the wall, and the demons are lurking beneath the ground, ready to attack the world at any time.

The black shadow slowly approached the back door covered with cobwebs, stayed for a moment, and the space around him was only left with the sharp sound of insects chirping at night, he slowly stretched out the pair of white bones and gently pushed the back door open, the back door was not locked, the black shadow seemed to feel not surprised at all, and walked towards the ancestral hall. The cyan stone staircase stretched from the back door to the left side of the morgue, and the black shadow slowly leaned against the pillar in contemplation, a voice echoing in his head, and the memories from the ancient times brought the black shadow back to the ancient picture again.

"Remember, leave here with these two books, never look back, from today your descendants will no longer have the surname Sun, let's go," the old man looked at the eldest son who was kneeling on the ground, and drove him out of the house ruthlessly, who knows, the moment the old man turned around, tears flowed uncontrollably, and he no longer dared to look back at his son who was kneeling behind him.

"Father, children are not filial," the man kneeling on the ground kept kowtowing his head, and his head was bleeding, he picked up two books on the ground, and slowly knelt and crawled in the direction of the door, and never returned home, and at this moment he secretly vowed to get back what he had lost, "This world is so unfair, only I can rule this world, and I will never allow anyone to destroy my home again," the man endured great pain and closed the door, and then knelt in front of the door for an hour, After tonight, he disappeared into this house.

No one knows where he went? And no one knows when he's going to return? Gradually, the family did not seem to have searched for the whereabouts of the eldest son, and after several generations, no one remembered that such a person had ever existed in the family, and there was no trace of him even on the family tree, perhaps he did not exist at all.

Who implanted this old vendetta from his past life into his life? Who opened the gates of hell for him? He had no choice but to step into the endless abyss step by step, never to look back, the messenger of hell got up again, and walked towards the door of the morgue, the strange morgue was lit by a faint candlelight, and the old man inside heard the sound from hell, and nervously leaned against the bed and kept gasping, which I don't know how many times the devil had made an appointment with him.

All the locations are determined by the terrible devil, each time it changes different places, this time the devil actually chose to meet in this room full of corpse stench, the bad smell kept filling the nerves of the brain, he kept covering his nose, it was difficult to stay in this suffocating room for a long time, in fact, what scared him even more was the corpse that had died lying on the single frame, he kept fantasizing in his mind about the scene of the corpse suddenly getting up and swallowing him alive, even he himself didn't know why he had this fantasy.

The messenger of hell quietly pushed the door open, and then quickly flashed into the room, the door closed involuntarily, dragging a long shadow, the messenger approached the old man step by step, looking at the sudden appearance of the devil, the old man's feet shook and he knelt down involuntarily, his trembling whole body kept sweating, the old man kept groping in the dark, and then the old man held the bag of oil paper full of things in both hands, and held it high towards the devil.

"Take it back, please, don't hurt the people in the village anymore, please," the old man trembled and spat out a word, then lowered his head, did not dare to look directly at the demon in front of him, and with trembling hands he dropped the bag of oiled paper on the ground, and the old man immediately looked around in a panic, looking at the old man who was still breathing on the ground, the messenger of hell let out a sneering laugh.

"The god of death never takes back what has been sent, you are so daring, you dare to dictate the behavior of the god of death, are you tired of living?" The dull voice didn't seem to belong to this world, and the deep voice sounded very harsh to the old man, and the old man trembled and hugged his legs and begged bitterly, "So many people have died, please, please, take me if you want to die," the old man kept making a miserable sound.