When talking about this topic, Han Zitong first asked Wang Zehai rhetorically: "I have always believed in the theory of ghost and god numerology, but this time, you found Boss Zhou and the others, but at the same time asked me for help, do you know why I agreed?" ”

Wang Zehai shook his head.

A man who has never believed in the numerology of ghosts and gods, you tell him to search for the corpse under the guidance of a god stick, and invite her to go with him. Under normal circumstances, this person would never agree, because she didn't believe it, so she didn't think it would succeed at all.

So, why did Han Zitong agree?

Her question aroused my curiosity. This makes me think of Han Zitong's performance all the way, after we entered Gurbantunggut, we encountered a lot of strange things, Zhou Xuanye and Tan Jian also used some secret techniques many times. And Han Zitong's performance at that time, looking back carefully, was a little too calm.

If a person who has never believed in the secret art of ghosts and gods has seen these things with his own eyes, his worldview has been subverted and his cognition has been refreshed, so he shouldn't react so calmly, right? This was obviously not normal, and I hadn't even noticed it before.

Seeing that I shook my head twice, Han Zitong continued: "That's because I've experienced some very strange things, so I have to believe it." ”

Immediately afterward, she began to tell a bizarre story.

The story is really bloody, but when the story is not a story, but becomes a real thing, it will not make people feel bloody at all, it will only make people sigh and sigh.

Four years ago, in 2008, there was an earthquake in Sichuan.

As an expert in geology, Han Zitong also went to the disaster area to make geological predictions for the rescue.

She went to a village far away from Wenchuan, the epicenter of the epicenter, where the damage was not very serious, and the locals told the rescue team that there was another village behind a hill across the town.

Since there is no road, the village is very poor and backward, and there are still kerosene lamps lit and candles used by not many people. The houses there are all mud and wood houses of the past, which are not earthquake resistant at all, and it is estimated that they have suffered heavy losses.

However, no rescue team has entered the village so far, and I don't know what the situation is, whether there are any dead people.

Hearing about this situation, the team immediately divided a small rescue team and formed a group, together with Han Zitong, a group of seven people entered the mountain. Due to the earthquake and the recent torrential rains, the untouched mountain was very difficult to navigate.

The people set out during the day, and it was not until evening that they actually entered the village.

The village is very small, dilapidated, and the houses are crooked, but not many have completely collapsed. The village is overgrown with weeds and does not seem to be inhabited at all.

What's going on?

Could it be that the fellow is mistaken? Maybe the people of this village have already gone out of the mountains to live, and this place should be the ruins of an old village, right?

And just when everyone was puzzled, one of the old houses suddenly lit up.

It was the faint light of a kerosene lamp, dim and faint, but it was hard to ignore in the darkness of the old village. Everyone looked at each other and immediately walked towards the room. Before he could get closer, the porter opened from the inside, and a young man, holding a kerosene lamp, stepped out of it.

The moment he walked out, everyone fell into a brief moment of consternation.

This young man was still wearing the old-fashioned numb gown of the past, the cloth was blue, old, but quite clean, with a sense of quaintness. The young man was in his early twenties, with short hair, a very good face, and the orange firelight printed on his face, which made the cold mountains suddenly rise a warm feeling.

Han Zitong couldn't help but look at it twice, she was a very good woman, because of her hot geological career, she often ran around, so she hadn't found a companion, this sudden, young man with a strong sense of antiquity, actually made her feel like her heart was jumping.

The young man recognized them, to be exact, the military uniform, and he smiled and said, "It's comrades from the People's Liberation Army, come in." He let the people into the house.

The house was very simple, there was a fire pit in the middle, a copper teapot was set up to boil water, and the four walls of the room were smoked and blackened.

As soon as everyone entered, the young man was busy collecting firewood and making tea, Han Zitong came back to his senses and said busily: "Don't be busy, we are a rescue team, come to pick you up and take refuge in the mountain, pack up and leave, don't stay." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "Guests who come from afar must drink tea, and the People's Liberation Army cannot be lazy." This last sentence made the six soldiers who had been on the disaster relief line feel very heartwarming.

The soldier who led the team was named Yang Yunkai, and when he heard this, he said: "Little brother is not troublesome, this is what we should do." By the way, how many people are there in this village? "The village is dilapidated, and the population should not be large.

The young man said, "My grandmother and I are the only ones in the village, and the rest of us have moved away a long time ago. ”

Han Zitong said: "What about your grandmother?" ”

The young man replied that he was sleeping in the back room, and he seemed to hesitate when he said this.

Yang Yunkai immediately said: "Then hurry up and tell the old man to get up, pack up his things and go down the mountain, it is too dangerous for you to live in this place." "Earthquakes and torrential rains, often accompanied by mudslides and landslides, it's strange that an old man and a young man in his early twenties live in this place.

After saying that, the young man excused himself: "It's good that we live here, and we don't feel the earthquake, so don't bother, grandma is lying on the bed and can't move." ”

When Han Zitong heard this, he thought that the old man was paralyzed, and couldn't help but praise this young man. At the age of a young man, he shouldn't nest in this mountain, and he has been staying here, I'm afraid it's just to take care of his grandmother, it's really filial.

So the group and Han Zitong began to persuade, but the young man was very stubborn and refused to go down the mountain, and when he was halfway through the persuasion, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the dark mountain, and suddenly there was a light outside the door, and a dazzling lightning flashed through, instantly illuminating the heaven and earth, and instantly darkening.

Immediately afterwards, the bean-sized rain fell from the sky, the rain was amazing, the flashlight went out, and the dense rain curtain blocked the vision in a blur.

How can it go down in such weather?

Everyone suddenly became anxious, but the young man smiled with relief, this small move was noticed by Han Zitong, Han Zitong felt a little funny, thinking that this young man was old-fashioned when he spoke, just like an old man in his seventies and eighties, but he didn't expect his personality to be similar to a child.

As soon as the young man saw that he couldn't leave, he took advantage of the situation and said: "The night is dark and the rain is urgent, everyone will stay at my house for one night tonight, the cold house is simple, please don't be surprised." ”

When Han Zitong heard his crepe and old-fashioned words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the young man suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment.

At that time, Han Zitong did not have facial paralysis.

Because the house is not large, so that night, everyone made a bunk. The young man's grandmother slept in the back room and never showed her face. He gave up his bed to Han Zitong, and he slept on the ground with the soldiers.

The quilt has a damp feeling, Han Zitong recognizes the bed, some can't sleep, and when he falls asleep, he can't sleep deeply, turning over and over.

In the middle of the night, in a vague way, she heard as if someone was talking, as if she was afraid of being heard, and her voice was very low, like a mosquito buzzing like a fly. Han Zitong didn't fall asleep deeply, but in the middle of the night, he heard someone whispering again, and he woke up suddenly.

When I woke up, it was very dark, there was no light, and the PLA in the outer room was sleeping soundly, it was a group of young soldiers who had been involved in disaster relief work, and had not rested seriously for a long time. If it weren't for the sudden mountain rain tonight, they wouldn't have had a chance to rest for a long time.

In the dark, the whispering voice became clearer, Han Zitong didn't believe in ghosts and gods at that time, so he didn't think much about it, just curious, who was talking in the middle of the night? Could it be the young man and his grandmother?

For such a big matter, it is also appropriate for the grandparents and grandchildren to discuss it, why don't you lobby it yourself?

Thinking like this, Han Zitong walked towards the inner room where the voice came.

She has a good upbringing, and she has always walked quietly, so when she walked to the door, the people inside didn't notice.

The kerosene lamp was lit in the back room, and the young man was talking to the person on the bed, Han Zitong went along, the bed was slightly raised, it should be the young man's grandmother.

Han Zitong deliberately made his voice louder to remind the two that someone was coming.

When the young man heard the movement, he turned his head sharply, and his expression was very panicked.

Could it be that he suddenly appeared, so he scared him?

Han Zitong then showed an apologetic smile.