"Fat monkey, my brother is trapped in the eastern suburbs of the forest farm, come and save me, if you don't get within two hours, your brother will freeze to death!"

Qu Nan stood on the road outside the forest farm in the eastern suburbs and called the fat monkey. The fat monkey's name is Hou Wei, he is the brother of Qu Nan in college, and the relationship between the two is very good.

The fat monkey kid is good at everything, especially righteous, if the poor mouth is not a shortcoming, then his only shortcoming is lustful.

Sure enough, soon, the fat monkey appeared in front of Qu Nan in his broken car.

The car was driving on the snow, and the fat monkey was driving, and while looking left and right at Qu Nan in the passenger seat: "Big reporter," he bit the word reporter very hard, if he could write it with a pen, he would definitely change Qu Nan directly to "prostitute": "Yesterday, you ran away halfway from the wine table, and you came to this ghost forest farm in the eastern suburbs?" Is there a beautiful woman waiting for you here? ”

The fat monkey's big cake face flashed with a suspicious look, and he looked at Qu Nan shyly.

Qu Nan sneaked out of the class reunion last night, but when he arrived at the eastern suburbs forest farm, he encountered a strange thing, and was almost frightened by a piece of coal.

Looking at the fat monkey's obscene smiling face, Qu Nan really wanted to tell him about the strange things he encountered yesterday.

But he knew that the fat monkey would only laugh at him when he said it, and not only would he not get any useful advice, but maybe this guy would ask himself with a lewd face: "You have a long, round thing in your belly?" Will you still move? ”

Qu Nan thought about it and decided not to say it yet, after all, there is something in his body, and he doesn't know if this matter is true or not, so there is no need to publicize it to everyone.

He waved weakly: "Stop talking nonsense, go to Stone Trench Village." ”

In the cold wind that was like a knife, the stone trench village arrived.

This is where Qu Nan is going to interview today. How well the manuscript is written today is directly related to his salary and bonus this month.

There is a winding path ahead, and on both sides of the path are fields, and the car cannot drive along.

The two opened the car door and looked at the stone trench village.

In the silent stone trench village, the thick snow covered everything, the fields, the treetops and haystacks turned silvery white, and no sound could be heard except for the sound of their own breathing, nor could they see the poultry and livestock common in the countryside.

The strangest thing is that the stone trench village is very cold.

Yes, very, very cold. Strangely cold.

The fat monkey tightened the leather down jacket on his body, shrunk his neck and closed the car door, "No wonder people say that snow doesn't freeze and snow freezes, this ghost weather doesn't let people live." ”

Qu Nan keenly felt that something was very wrong here.

The sky was blue and cloudless, but there was a faint gray aura over the village, with a deathly cold and silence.

Qu Nan fixed his eyes and looked carefully—the sky was still blue, as if it had been washed by water, and the gray breath seemed to be gone.

He shook his head, and stayed in the magazine all day listening to the ghost stories of those boys, and he was mentally ill. One moment I thought that an eye was possessed, and the next I saw gray clouds in the sky.

He made up his mind: After writing this manuscript, he had to let Fang Dayun make up for his class and talk about materialist theory.

The two stepped on the thick snow and made a monotonous creaking sound as they walked towards the village.

"I said Qu Nan, could there really be that thing here, why is there not a single living thing on the road in broad daylight?" The snow was dazzling, and the fat monkey built a pergola with his hands and looked around: "Even if people are afraid that they can't come out, then the animals are not afraid, why can't they even see a dog...... Ouch! ”

The fat monkey only cared about looking into the distance, but he didn't want to be tripped under his feet, and Qu Nan hurriedly stopped him.

"Oh, thanks to you for pulling it, or you'll fall into a dog and eat ......" The fat monkey only said half of his self-deprecation, and the word choked in his mouth and swallowed it back, and he followed Qu Nan's line of sight - a row of snow-white sharp teeth were exposed in the snow, and one of the particularly long canines was biting his blue jeans, and the jeans were hanging through a fan-shaped opening, and the teeth had not yet loosened, biting the fat monkey's pants tightly.

"Ahh The fat monkey let out a woman-like scream, and his feet were kicked and kicked.

He kicked the snow everywhere, revealing what was covered under the snow - a yellow dog that had been dead for a long time.

Qu Nan's heart moved, the dead dog on the ground had wide eyes, bared snow-white sharp teeth, and looked dead, and the eyes of the earthy yellow turned over Bairen seemed to be full of some kind of fear?

The fat monkey didn't notice these at all, he kicked the dead dog hard, and the frozen dead dog made a dull sound: "Fuck, you're dead, you're dead, and you came to scare Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's jeans were bought a few days ago......"

Qu Nan couldn't cry or laugh, and pushed the fat monkey angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, people are lying here, you are here to kick people, besides, treat the dog as Lao Tzu, do you take advantage of you?" ”

The fat monkey reacted at this time, hehe, Yile: "I forgot about this stubble." ”

The two walked around the dead dog's body and continued towards the village.

After suffering this loss, the fat monkey walked much more carefully, and from time to time he paid attention to the road under his feet, and when he saw a bulge, he went up and kicked it.

With the increase of dead chickens, dead dogs, dead cats, and dead sparrows under the snow, those who have no heart and eyes like fat monkeys also feel that something is wrong here.

When the forty-two-yard big shoe flew out with one foot, revealing a dead owl with its eyes open and closed under the snow, the fat monkey finally spoke in a trembling voice: "Something is wrong, Qu Nan, no matter how cold the weather is, you can't freeze so many animals to death?" Is there really something unclean here? ”

He looked up at the sky: "Under this big sun, there can't be ghosts?" ”

The fat monkey said that there was no ghost, but his trembling hand betrayed his mood at the moment - his hand pinched Qu Nan's arm tightly, and he was about to pinch blood.

Qu Nan was no better than him, his legs trembled involuntarily, and he looked around weakly: "Why is there no one in this village, just find someone to ask." ”

Yesterday afternoon, Cai You, a veteran reporter of the magazine, told Qu Nan that he had heard that there was a fierce material in Shihao Village, and asked him to try it, and maybe he could find a good manuscript.

Qu Nan thought that it was the same as before, find a few people to tell ghost stories, go back and adapt it, and hand it over to Fang Dayun.

I didn't expect this place to be so weird, and it was completely different from the ghost stories I had been exposed to before.

Looking at his phone, it was only nine o'clock in the morning, Qu Nan comforted himself in his heart, on this snowy day, the two of them came too early, and the farmer uncle in the village hadn't gotten up yet.

At some point, the wind blew whining, whining through the treetops, rolling up snowflakes on the ground and trees, forming small whirlwinds on the open road, whining and turning in place.

A large cloud rolled in at a speed visible to the naked eye, obscuring the sun.

The sky is getting colder and colder.

The fat monkey's voice was crying: "Qu Nan, let's go back?" Just because of your broken manuscript, is it worth the fright? I'll help you find a gunman when you go back, and write a random manuscript. ”

"Damn, you see that your guts are too disproportionate to your figure, right?" Qu Nan was also terrified in his heart, but now his job is more important. I couldn't write this manuscript, and this month's bonus was wasted again.

He had no choice but to use a radical trick against the fat monkey: "Look at you, your figure is quite fat, but it's a pity that you are a little timid!" ”

The fat monkey was angry, and his fat face was red: "Nonsense! My guts are as fat as my body! Damn, I'm still angry today, let's stay in this village, whoever brings it home first, who is the shrunken turtle! ”

The Radical Law comes into effect!

The two continued on their way in silence.

The fat monkey was provoked by Qu Nan, and it seemed that he was really not afraid.

The dark clouds were getting lower and lower, the sky was getting darker and darker, Qu Nan looked at his watch, it was just over ten o'clock, and the sky was so dark that it seemed like dusk.

The fat monkey puffed up his fleshy chest and walked in front of him, Qu Nan looked around and followed him.

The whining wind suddenly became louder, mixed with a thin sizzling sound, like a woman whimpering in the distance, and like some small animal howling.

Countless small whirlwinds gradually approached each other, slowly converging into a big whirlwind that stood up to the sky and the earth, approaching the two of them miserably.

Qu Nan only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the skin on his neck was stabbed painfully!

He looked back, and there seemed to be a lead-gray aura surging in the whirlwind, struggling to diffuse it, but he was restrained by the whirlwind, spinning in the whirlwind extremely fast.

Qu Nan was stunned for a moment, stopped, turned around and stood upright, staring at the whirlwind following them with blazing eyes!

Under the gloomy sky, in the silent and gray village, the eyes of young people are as dark as the brightest stars in the night sky!

The gray aura suddenly shrank, and the whirlwind gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

The clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the bright sun shone on the snow again.

Qu Nan turned to the fat monkey and smiled: "Brother Monkey......"

His eyes widened in surprise!

The fat monkey is gone!

The path was covered under thick snow, and the road was empty, even the nearest house was dozens of meters away from Qunan, and the snow, except for a few footprints that he and the fat monkey had just stepped on, were clean and dazzlingly white!

A big living person, under the big sun, under his own nose, disappeared!?

Qu Nan bent down and carefully inspected the surroundings, and there were no footprints of the fat monkey leaving on the white snow.

Could it be that this fat guy is also like himself, and has met a master in the world? It's just that what he got was a spiritual eye, and he practiced the legendary light skill of stepping on snow without a trace?

No, Qu Nan shook his head slightly.

It's impossible, looking at the bear appearance of the fat monkey just now, it doesn't look like the legendary martial arts master at all. There is only one possibility, and that is that there are indeed supernatural phenomena in this village.

Qu Nan once again looked at the stone trench village carefully.

The village looks desolate and deserted, with most of the houses low and dilapidated, interspersed with a few tiled houses.

His gaze fell on the eastern end of the village, which looked like a "noble residential area" of the village, because only there stood a few small two-story buildings, which had a somewhat modern atmosphere.

Where to find the fat monkey now? In this blue sky, he can't really be captured by a ghost, right?