Sister Li and I discussed it and felt terrifying. Is there a problem with the room in this hotel? I wanted to return the room, but it was too expensive, a little reluctant, and in the end the two of us still made up our minds to stay for one night anyway, which was a bit of a free ride. In fact, we barely slept that night, not only did we turn on all the lights in the room, but we also turned on the TV very loudly. The two of us snuggled together, chatted while watching TV, and fell asleep at about two or three o'clock in the morning.

When the sun shines brightly into the house, our fears almost dissipate.

After checking out the next day, we found an old man in his 80s in the park near the hotel, and specially asked about the location where this hotel was built, what was the place before, and the reason why we asked these is to know if the weirdness of last night has something to do with the geographical location of this place.

The old man's answer surprised me and Sister Li a little that this place was opened by a Taoist priest when he was very young, and then for some reason, the Taoist priest wandered away, and it was opened by an apprentice of the Taoist priest for many years.

What a coincidence! The location where we lived turned out to be the hospital where my grandfather stayed back then. But what does this have to do with Grandpa Gao? Why is the terrifying shadow on the glass window not my grandfather but my grandfather? Also, my grandfather was killed, who did it? Gao Blind, Gao Grandpa, or are the two of them actually the same person?

With a series of questions, we return to our ordinary life of going to work and leaving work again and again. I also satisfied Sister Li's curiosity, found a weekend, and took her to my yard to see the strange sheep. But when Sister Li saw the sheep's eyes, she was so frightened that she threw herself into my arms. She said that this kind of eye is too human, this is a sheep's eye, it is simply a human eye, and I am afraid that I will have nightmares when I go back at night.

But the only one who has this kind of nightmare every day is probably Zhang Butcher. Zhang Butcher and I still like to chat together, maybe it's the same disease, we are all plagued by different fears, only when chatting, the psychology is particularly comfortable and secure. We also made up our minds that, no matter what we could do, we would eradicate all the strange and mysterious curses in the village.

Three stinkers are on top of Zhuge Liang, and many people have more strength and multiple methods.

I didn't dare to live in that yard at night, but moved to the yard where my parents lived, and I felt much more at ease every night. After dinner, I often went to talk to Zhang Butcher, but we didn't sit in the house and talk, but walked in the village and outside the village to talk.

One summer evening, Zhang Butcher and I walked and chatted together as usual, just after nine o'clock, because it was dark late in summer, so many people had just finished eating, or were still eating, and people walked by on the street from time to time. Those of us who are tormented by mysterious fears actually like the most lively and crowded places, because that is the time when we feel the most secure in our hearts. So when we walked out into the street at this time, we were all very relaxed and comfortable.

When the two of us passed by Grandpa Gao's abandoned home, Butcher Zhang suddenly said something that scared me almost **: "Xiao Ming, do you say that Grandpa Gao is really dead?" ”

I didn't know what to say for a while, why did he suddenly say something like this? Zhang Butcher seemed to feel my shock and puzzlement, so he continued: "When I was lying in bed and fine, I pondered these things we talked about and experienced, and the more I pondered, the more I felt that Grandpa Gao was actually not dead at all?" ”

My hair almost stood on end, and my voice trembled a little: "Uncle Zhang, don't scare me, how could Grandpa Gao not die, the corpses are all rotting in the house, you don't know this."

"Of course I know, but if you think about it, it is precisely the corpse that is decomposing, is it not possible to tell whether the corpse is Grandpa Gao or not?"

I'm still confused.

Zhang Tuhu explained: "I am also guessing, from all kinds of signs, this grandfather Gao is very similar to the legendary Gao blind man, I think Yang Hui's conjecture is very reasonable, but if it is a high blind man, will he not die so lightly?" And all these strange things in our village seem to have something to do with him."

If he hadn't died, where would he have hid? So why is he pretending to be dead? Where did that decomposing corpse come from? A series of questions came to my mind.

But I also realized that no matter what, Grandpa Gao or Gao Blind seems to be the root of all problems, as long as we understand the ins and outs of Grandpa Gao, it is possible to eradicate all kinds of horrors and weirdness in our village. But where do you start?

One weekend not long ago, Sister Li and I went to the county's cultural center, ready to carefully look through the county records of our county to see if we could find some records about the blind man.

Coincidentally, the person in charge of the compilation and preservation of the county chronicle at the Cultural Bureau happened to be Sister Li's cousin. His cousin is over 70 years old, but his body and energy are still very good, he looks like he is in his early sixties, he wears a pair of glasses, and he is full of energy, which is a typical intellectual temperament. In the past, he worked as the editor-in-chief of a newspaper in a big city, but after retirement, he returned to his roots and returned to his hometown, a small mountain town, to prepare for his old age. In our small town, he is considered a cultural celebrity, so the cultural department of the county hired him to do the collation and research of the county chronicles.

Sister Li didn't tell her cousin the real purpose of our investigation of the county chronicles, but lied to her cousin that I am an amateur writer and am writing a novel based on local customs, so I want to check the information and find some materials. Unexpectedly, this cousin was very excited after hearing this, and kept asking this and that, which made me a little embarrassed and a little nervous, for fear of being exposed.

When my cousin took us to the reference room and asked the two of us to flip through the yellowed county chronicles, Sister Li and I felt a little overwhelmed. But I was afraid that my cousin would laugh at the two of us for not being educated, so we pretended to turn over for a long time.

In the end, Sister Li couldn't help it, and said: "Xiao Ming, your time is tight enough, there are so many books, I'm afraid you don't have time to read them slowly, it's better to do this, my uncle is afraid that this county chronicle has been studied thoroughly, he is an expert in this area, why don't you tell him what you want to know, let him tell you directly, isn't it?" Isn't that more efficient?"

Before I could answer, my cousin smiled heartily and said, "No problem, I have time, as long as you want to listen, I can do it at any time."

Seeing the old man so enthusiastic and thoughtful, my heart was also warm.

Sister Li seems to have a very close relationship with his cousin, and there is no trace of life. is still coquettish in front of the old man all the time, and the old man seems to treat her as his own daughter. Because the cultural center was very close to my cousin's house, the old man took the initiative to invite us to their house for a chat and dinner. I was quite reluctant to go at the time, thinking that I was already troublesome to the old man, and I should have taken the initiative to invite him to dinner, so why did I go to his house to disturb him. However, Sister Li said disapprovingly: "It's okay, my cousin is not an outsider, his family is similar to my own home, don't pay attention to so many courtesies."

However, the old man saw that I was so "knowledgeable and courteous", and he was so careful in his personal feelings, so he had a good impression of me, and hurriedly followed Sister Li's words and said: "Young man, yes, I am very cultivated in dealing with people, ha, but I am saying to you, Sister Li, don't see me outside, ha, let's go."

Sister Li's cousin's house, in a clean and tidy community behind the cultural center, is located in a three-bedroom room on the fourth floor, the windows in the house are bright and clean, spacious and bright, although there are piles of books everywhere, but they are all neatly placed and not messy at all. After a brief introduction, the old man's wife warmly beckoned us to sit down, pouring water and taking fruit. Such a hospitable, yet gentle old couple, reminds me of a saying: a gentleman is as gentle as jade. It made me feel very warm and relaxed, a bit like the last time I went to Brother Yang Huihui. But after the old lady had finished greeting us, she went to another room to read, and in the living room, only the three of us were left.

After everyone was seated, I asked Sister Li's cousin thoughtfully: "When you studied our county chronicles, did you find any strange people and strange things in our county?" ”

"Strange people? Marvel? The old man tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"In our county, did there ever be a strange man named Gao Blind", I prompted.

Unexpectedly, after hearing my words, the old man's expression changed drastically, first he was very shocked, and then he became extremely strict and dignified, and Sister Li and I were stunned by the old man's inexplicable reaction. There was a brief silence in the room, although it was only for a few seconds, but I felt that it was so long, and I wondered why the old intellectual, who was kind and laughing, had such an expression when he mentioned the tall blind man.

It was Sister Li who broke the deadlock: "Uncle, what's wrong with you, didn't the county chronicle mention this blind man?" Why do you look like a different person when you talk about this blind man, and your face is a little scary."

The old man realized that he had just lost his temper, smiled bitterly at himself, and then asked with a puzzled face: "How do you know about the blind man, where did you know it?" ”。

Sister Li and I glanced at each other, and then nodded tacitly, that is, after making eye contact, we agreed to tell the old man about the blind man. So, Sister Li and I complemented each other, and told the tall blind man about the box he picked up from the cemetery, and then how to take the box to Yang Hui, and then how Yang Hui opened the box, how to see the words in the box, and the freak. And Yang Hui said that he had seen our county chronicle and introduced the tall blind man more than 300 years ago.

The old man listened so intently that he didn't notice the water in the teacup in his hand when it was poured on his trousers.