I finally calmed her down. The woman's spirit is very abnormal now, I want to go but I dare not go. I'm really afraid that leaving her here alone will cause some accidents.

sat with her for a while, and comforted her a few more words, it was really uncomfortable to stay. While I was fidgeting, she suddenly made a request that I bring her the wooden fish from the balcony. When I got to the balcony, I found that there was a shrine made of solid wood in the corner, and there was some kind of Buddha in it, and it was covered with dust. It looks like I haven't had a worship in a long time. On the shrine is a palm-sized red wooden fish.

I gave her the wooden fish, and the woman looked at the image of her son, tapped it gently, and recited the words of Anitabha Buddha in her mouth. The atmosphere in the room was very strange, and I couldn't stay still, so I quickly got up and said goodbye, and went out to escape.

When I got to the street, I called Chen Ping'an and scolded him on the phone.

I don't know what's going on, Chen Ping'an saw that I had no power, and asked what was going on with a smile. I was about to tell him what had happened, but when I thought about it, I didn't think it was right. I vaguely feel that Tong San is very unusual, and it is likely that he is a little crooked. This matter is beyond the reach of their petty cops. Again, Chen Ping'an has been a bit of an evil person recently, so don't let him be scared anymore. I just told him that Xu Jianan's brain is a little abnormal, and he hates you to the core, so you should be careful lately.

Chen Ping'an no longer had that sharpness, sighed on the phone, and babbled what he wanted to say, so I hung up the phone directly.

When I got home, I took a hot shower first. We have this saying here, when you go to a funeral or go to the house of the mourner, you must take a bath and wash away the bad breath when you come back. After taking a shower, I lay in bed and flipped through the diary, and the more I looked back, the more I realized that something was wrong. After Xu Jiannan wrote the most, it can be seen that his spirit is no longer normal, and the words are full of wild air with teeth and claws. There is even one page with only one word: ghost.

The word "ghost" is written quite large, filling an entire page. It can be seen that he writes very carefully, stroke by stroke, and it is quite neat, but it takes a lot of effort to penetrate the back of the paper. I stared at the word for a long time, and I felt a little oozing.

Looking further back, some even have an exclamation point written in blood on a page. When I turned to the last page, I saw a small line in the bottom corner, with a string of addresses.

I tapped lightly on the head of the bed, wondering what this address was, but I could deduce that it must be very important for Xu Jiannan to record it so solemnly.

Halfway through this week, Liang Wuwu still has no news. The phone is turned off, and the person seems to evaporate out of thin air. I didn't feel comfortable staying in the unit, I couldn't read books, I couldn't write, and I just copied and slipped all over the ground all day long. Upset and irritable.

I have a special hunch that the disappearance of Liang Wuwu seems to be related to Tong San. Seeing Tong San's photo and profile that day, Liang Weiwu's reaction was very abnormal.

When it was time to leave work, I finally made up my mind and called home to tell them that I was coming home late from a party. Then he went out to take a taxi, gave the address on Xu Jianan's diary to the driver, and asked him to drive over.

I didn't expect this distance to be very far, almost out of the county seat, close to the countryside. When I got out of the car, I looked up and saw a large field of desolation, and the wild grass in the field swayed with the cold wind, which was very desolate. According to the address, I came to the door of a farmhouse. In recent years, the development of the county has been quite fast, and most of the surrounding farmers have money, and it is obvious that the courtyard and the courtyard have been completely renovated.

The gate of the courtyard was a large iron gate that was tightly locked, and when I looked through the fence, there was no sound from the courtyard. In the depths of the courtyard, there are several large tiled houses, all of which are also lit up, quietly, and there seems to be no one.

As I was watching, a few people from the village walked by, looking at me crookedly, and the eyes were not right. My scalp is numb, I feel bad, the village is not big, and if an outsider wanders around, it must be either a traitor or a thief. If something really happens, I can't get out of it.

After thinking about it, forget it, go home and stay there. I walked out of the village, and I didn't see a car for a long time, and it got darker and darker, and before six o'clock, the whole thing was dark. It was dark and not in the middle of winter, and there were almost no human figures on the village road.

It was cold, and the more I stood up, the colder it became, and I gritted my teeth to make a decision, it was not easy to come all the way, and it was not like that if I didn't figure it out, I would go back like this. I turned back into the courtyard again, and although there was no movement inside, I didn't dare to make a second move. I felt a stone on the ground and threw it in, and there was no dog barking for a long time.

I saw that there was no one around, and I jumped up the fence with a lunge, and finally climbed up the wall with great effort, and my clothes were all dirty. I couldn't care about that now, so I rolled over and jumped into the courtyard. At this time, the sound of someone walking outside, I quickly hid in the corner, and I didn't dare to breathe. It took a long time for the footsteps to disappear, and I slowly came out.

The yard is divided into two compartments, with a pig's kennel and a donkey pen on the left, and a dog kennel in the corner. But it was empty, and there were no of these animals. It is conceivable that this place must have been inhabited before, but somehow it was deserted and now empty. On the right are rows of warehouses with locked doors, made of red bricks, and I don't know what is locked inside.

I bent over my waist and walked through the courtyard and down the stairs to the big tiled houses. Looking through the windowpane, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see anything. Before lighting it with a flashlight, I kept an eye on it, knocked lightly on the window, and if there was any movement inside, I immediately ran away.

I knocked on the window, but there was no sound. I came to the door and pushed it lightly, it was locked. It seems that the only way to get in is to make an idea from the window. I lit my flashlight and shone it in. It's okay if you don't take it, but when I look at it, I'm a little stunned.

The room was very messy, the tables had collapsed, the cabinets had smashed to the floor, and there was a large patch of glass ballast, which was a mess everywhere. Waste newspapers, dirty clothes, pillows, quilts, and quilts were scattered all over the place. There are also several noticeable large footprints on the clothes. It seems that the owner of this room has already run away, and he is very flustered before leaving, and he has no time to pack his things. It felt as if there was some danger in the house all of a sudden, and they had no choice but to flee in panic.

I gently pushed the window, but it didn't plug in, and it opened. I hesitated, grabbed the windowsill, rolled over and jumped in.

Leaning against the root of the window sill wall, it happens to be a rural earthen kang. I stood on the kang and swept around with a flashlight, there were New Year's pictures of Fu dolls pasted on the wall, bikini beauties hung next to them, and the drawers of the bedside table were open, and the inside was empty, and the things had long been emptied.

I jumped off the kang, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked out. Outside is a large farmhouse kitchen, with a stove on the floor and a large black iron pot covered with a wooden lid. There is a smell that is hard to describe, a bit like the aroma of bacon, mixed with a hint of rottenness. I followed the smell to the iron pot, shone it with a flashlight, and after a moment of hesitation, I lifted the lid.

There was a layer of water floating in the pot, and under the light of the flashlight, there seemed to be something floating in the water. I raised my flashlight and looked closely, and the sight scared me away. There are actually three cat heads boiling in the pot, all of them black cats. At the moment of illumination, these cats had hideous expressions, bared their teeth and opened their eyes, and looked at me outside the pot together. The cat's head gently undulates with the water, making it look as if it is alive.

I almost threw up when I saw this. Quickly close the lid on the pot.

The room was dark and eerie, and I leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, unable to believe what I had just seen.

What the hell is this place all about? It's really scary. I lit my flashlight around and saw that there was blood stains on the edge of the pot, all the way to the back door.

I hesitated, but followed the bloodstain to check. Every step is taken carefully, like stepping on a tightrope. The atmosphere here is really oppressive, and everywhere is weird and inexplicable.

This is the first time I have explored alone, and I have to take any idea by myself, and I am a little curious and excited in addition to nervousness and fear. It seems that people are born cheap, and they don't have anything to do to find a draw. I knew very well that if I went any deeper, I would encounter some inexplicable danger, but I couldn't control my legs. At this point, I walked to the back door.

I gently pushed the door open and saw the trail of blood stretching all the way to the cellar door in the backyard.

There is a cellar in the yard of the farmhouse, and in the winter you can store Chinese cabbage or something. Now that the quality of life of the farmers is better, it is not uncommon to buy some wine and hide it in the cellar. In the cellar in front of him, two wooden doors opened upwards to reveal a hole in Hessesen below.

I walked over, crouched at the mouth of the cellar, and shone down with a flashlight. A wooden ladder was placed at the entrance, leading into the darkness below. There was a choking smell from inside, a bit like blood. Looking back at it, I could barely see that there seemed to be a corridor at the bottom of the ladder, and I don't know where it leads.

I hesitated, but decided to go down and have a look. Put out the flashlight and put it in his pocket, hold the wooden ladder with both hands, and carefully climb down step by step. The cellar is about three meters above the ground, and the door is so narrow that it allows one person to climb up and down. Soon I came to the bottom, and it was quiet, so quiet that it was so manic that I could hear it from a needle.

I can intuitively feel that this place is lifeless, there is no trace of life, there should be no people. The original owner of this place must have already left, and he left in such a hurry that he didn't even lock the door to the cellar. I closed my eyes and slowly sketched a timeline in my mind.

I guess it should be this: the owner of the house must have been in the cellar before the accident, and then the danger suddenly arose, and he saw that the situation was not good, and ran out of the cellar. When I got to the front room, I took all my most important things, and I didn't know if I was in a hurry, or if there was a fight, which caused everything in the bedroom to fall to the floor. At the end of the day, he should have fled, for I didn't see anyone up there.

If my analysis is reasonable...... I snapped my eyes open, chilling. If the reasoning is correct, then it means that the sudden outbreak of unknown danger should come from this cellar!