Near Lake Rudolph in Kenya, there is a mysterious island called "Envaitenet", which means "there is no return" in the local indigenous language.

British explorer Vivian Foss led an expedition team to explore the island in 1935, and two of his colleagues, Martin Cheffries and Bill Dyson, first visited the mysterious island.

Five days later, the two scientists did not return to the station, and Foss sent a rescue team to the island, but they found no sign of Martin and Bill's presence or activity, and the island was only a deserted indigenous village.

One day in 1975, an incredible disappearance occurred in the Moscow subway. At 21:16 that night, a metro train left Belorusskaya station to Blesno station.

It only takes 14 minutes to reach the next station, and who knows that this subway car suddenly disappeared without a trace in 14 minutes with a full load of passengers.

On June 5, 1980, Peng Jiamu, a famous scientist in China, mysteriously disappeared near the "Bayi" Spring in Lop Nur. The state dispatched helicopters and sent the People's Liberation Army to search for them in many places, but there was no trace of them.

In fact, two years before Pengamu's disappearance, that is, on May 18, 1978, a soldier who worked as a newspaper operator Zhang Xiaowei also disappeared at No. 36 Lop Nur, which puzzled the world.

On July 2, 1999, more than 100 Catholics in Colombia, Central America, made a pilgrimage to the summit of Mount Arris. Believing that the "end of the world" was coming in August 1999, the group went up the mountain to pray for God's salvation. Who knew that this group of disciples never came down after going up the mountain, and disappeared. The incident alarmed Colombia, who sent a large number of police officers to search around the summit of Arris, and sent helicopters. In the past month, the entire Sierra Nevada region has been searched, but there is no trace of it.

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In Pù, a paper-making shop in Hongcun, Yixian County, Anhui Province, I kept flipping through the crumpled newspapers in my hand, thinking about these unbelievable and strange things. Fantasizing about what would happen if the incident happened to you? Disappear like them or get out of the way?

Thinking about it, a low cough interrupted me, I casually looked at the person, saw that it was a fresh face, and secretly said that business might be coming, so I reluctantly folded the newspaper in my hand and put it in the drawer in front of me.

"This uncle, who in the family has passed away? Need something? I came up to the coughing old man and pointed to the room full of paper figurine samples.

The old man's beard was a little gray, a bit like an artist, and most of his face was covered by a tuft of white hair, and only half of his face could be seen clearly. When he saw me talking like this, his eyebrows furrowed, "How can the little doll talk, tell your adults to come out." ”

"I'm sorry, my grandfather has something to go out, if it's convenient for you, I'll come back later." I'm also a little impatient, after all, people like us who specialize in the business of the dead, and the grief and indignation family members have seen a lot, maybe it will be better later.

The old man saw that I had the intention of sending off guests, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with me, so he took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket, picked up the pen on the counter, and wrote down the two items he needed.

I looked at the crumpled paper, which was scribbled with the eight big characters "Boys and girls, leading the way in the underworld", and suddenly frowned slightly, and muttered in my heart. The heart said, "Who is dead in this man's house?" I don't even want a sedan chair, pointing out two boys and girls to lead the way in the underworld, is it possible to walk to the underworld?

Anything that comes to the door is a sale, and as the grandson of a papermaker, I naturally don't have many opinions. I took the paper and waved at him, saying, "Come back tomorrow and get it this time." I said that, ignoring him, I walked straight to the chair at the counter, and continued to read my newspaper to pass the boring day.

Seeing this, the old man was reluctant to get up, and seemed to be in a hurry, "No, I'm in a hurry to get something, it must be completed tonight, money is not a problem." The old man said, took out a twenty-yuan bill, and threw it on the cabinet, showing the portrait of the uncle.

Drink, it's still energetic! I looked at the annoying old man again angrily, and said in my heart where is there such a business, and I said that I would have to do it tonight, and I was not happy to take it, "I'm sorry, I can't get out tonight, you can go to another house." ”

When the old man saw that I was still on fire, he pursed his lips and didn't care at all, "Little doll, don't think that I don't know, old man, there are few paper shops in the entire Hongcun, and you are the one who can really lead the way in the underworld." The old man said lightly, and slapped the counter with his big hand, which startled me.

I got on fire, rolled up my sleeves and prepared to teach the boring old guy a lesson, and at the same time wanted to see if my grandfather had taught me any rusty self-defense skills in recent years.

As soon as I pulled up my sleeves and was about to use force to settle the matter, a palm-sized bronze fragment appeared in my sight, somewhat familiar. As for why I say this, it's because I saw it from my grandfather when I was a child, but there was a difference in color, in short, my grandfather took it very seriously and kept it very closely.

I remember one time, when I was still wearing open crotch pants, I became curious, and while my grandfather was out on errands, I opened his cabinet and took out the milky white fragment, which was strictly a milky white fragment, and jumped up and down to play with the widow's daughter Erya at the head of the village.

When I came back in the evening, I was found by my grandfather, and I was almost killed, and since then I have never dared to touch the milky white fragment, and even now that I have grown up, I still don't want to touch the story about it.

I was obviously stunned for a moment, I ran into someone in the secret passage, and it seemed to have a great relationship with my grandfather. I couldn't help but look at the old man a few more times, and when I wanted to reach out and grab the bronze fragment that the old man had slapped on the counter, the old man took a step ahead of me and put it away.

"Hehe, don't you feel familiar?" The old man smiled, "Remember, a pair of boys and girls, the plum blossom pavilion on the ten-mile slope at night is harvested, and it will not be seen or dispersed." ”

I saw that the old man was about to leave, and I was also anxious, isn't this a deliberate embarrassment? Because of the mystery of the other party's identity, I didn't mean to reach out to him, even if I did, it would never be the old man's opponent, but simply blocked in front of him.

"Uncle, our store has never delivered the goods, they are all self-picked, I see you..." Not to mention, the old man's small body that seemed to be hooked back, and the strength of his hands was quite strong, so he pinched a young man like me in his twenties and screamed, and wailed and retreated to the side.

In the end, I could only look at the back of the old man leaving alone and sighed, I didn't expect that I rarely went home during college in the past two years, this time I just graduated from college, I wanted to come back to my grandfather to take a good look at the shop, by the way to learn some yin and yang five elements of the arts, but the first day to attract such trouble.

You know, what the old man said about Shilipo is nothing? The point is that there is a mass grave in the area that passes through the ten mile slope, which is a wilderness place where several nearby villages are dedicated to burying the dead.

Papermakers like us who eat dead people's food are naturally indispensable to deal with dead people every day, and it's okay during the day, but if we really go to their territory at night, maybe what will happen? Now that my grandfather is old again, I am sure that this drudgery of delivery has fallen on my head.

Thinking of this, I suddenly lost the mind to read the newspaper.

My grandfather's real name is Liu Wanshi, an authentic old pole, and the villagers in this area are also quite famous, not because he is rich and famous, but because his paper-binding skills are very mysterious.

And my name is Liu Yishou, my name was given to me by my grandfather, and I said that I should keep a hand in everything. My parents divorced when I was born, my mother never contacted me since she remarried, my father smuggled me abroad, and it is said that I have a family, and I have been living with my grandfather since I was a child.

Speaking of which, my grandfather is not the only paper shop in this radius, but only my grandfather's paper bridge can attract souls to pass through the level, hide from the shadows and detain souls, and paper horses and boys and girls can lead the way in the underworld to prevent the invasion of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

As for why it's so mysterious? Of course, my grandfather has another unknown identity, that is: Baidu people.

Speaking of Baidu people, I believe that since China's reform and opening up to vigorously build roads and railways, this little-known special industry is even more unknown. Compared with the very popular onmyoji, feng shui master and tomb robber, they are gradually fading out of the world's cognition.

It was precisely because of this that my grandfather finally changed his career to become a paper tider.

Baidu people and the ferryman on the dock have the same sound, but the nature is very different, and the two are simply not the same. The ferryman is mainly to ferry people and pull goods for delivery.

This Baidu person is responsible for the safety of customers' lives, as well as quickly getting out of the predicament and arriving at the destination. (For example, there is a big mountain, and the mountain is full of evil, and anyone who enters it will never be able to get out, and even the bones will not be found.) In this way, it must be the role of Baidu people, because only people like Baidu people can take them out of the predicament safely, so as to charge a certain price)

Strictly speaking, the special profession of Baidu people is extremely dangerous, and the sinister nature of this is not comparable to that of the ferryman.

As the afternoon wore on, it was getting dark, and I was lying on the counter thinking about the bronze fragment, and wondering what it had to do with my grandfather's milky fragment.

I was in a daze, when I suddenly heard the sound of iron sheets hitting the ground outside the shop, and I knew that my grandfather had returned.

As for why I'm so sure, it's because a long time ago, when I wasn't born, he encountered danger in a career leading the way, and only three of the dozen people who went to the team at that time survived, and he was one of them, and the price he paid was naturally lame.

So over the years, grandpa's lame leg has been fixed with a layer of steel, and there will be a squeak of iron hitting the ground when walking.