Because it was a holiday, I could only call Guò and tell Sister Li about what happened in the past few days. She was also surprised when she heard it, especially the part of Grandpa Zhang's butcher, who said that the plot was bizarre like a Hollywood blockbuster.

We then wrote these as an email and sent them to Yang Hui, asking him to help us analyze what is the intrinsic connection between these kinds of weirdness.

In the email he replied to, he probably made the following conjectures:

The freak born to the tall blind man and the sheep "**", in the process of being surrounded and beaten in the cave, bit the ancestor of the three bandit brothers, this detail, for the subsequent series of bizarre events, had a chain reaction.

The ancestor of the three bandit brothers, after being bitten by a freak, may have been infected with a special virus or parasite, which led their family to produce a series of deformed fetuses.

In addition, this virus or parasite has another very strange effect that makes the infected person have the urge to fight with the sheep. This is the same in principle, just like when a person is infected with the rabies virus, at a certain stage, he will have the urge to bite the person. Therefore, whether it is the ancestor of the three bandits or his descendants, they must have been with sheep, and this will lead to another consequence, there will be a freak of "human-sheep hybridization".

Those so-called "delicious" sheep with "delicious" meat and a somewhat special appearance should actually be the "freak sheep" produced after this "human-sheep crossbreeding". Or these "freak sheep" are mated with ordinary sheep, and the second and third generations are born, in fact, they are no longer simple sheep, but some of them have the characteristics of sheep, and the other part has human characteristics of "monsters".

Zhang Butcher's grandfather, after listening to Lao Liu Tou's narration of the three bandit brothers and the strange family history, stopped eating mutton, this is because, with his intelligence and wisdom, he has thought of this; And when his son was bitten to death by that strange sheep, why did he eat it again? That's just because of the extreme hatred in his heart.

And the sheep that bit the youngest son of Grandpa Zhang's butcher is very likely to be the "freak sheep" born after the third of the three bandit brothers and the sheep **, although it looks like a sheep on the surface, it has human intelligence and certain characteristics. In order to take revenge on Grandpa Zhang, he waited for the opportunity to infiltrate Grandpa Zhang's butcher's house, maybe Grandpa Zhang's Butcher's father and son's itinerary that day, it knew through what channels, so he followed him to the market, and then in front of Grandpa Zhang's butcher, he bitten his son to death, which not only killed the enemy's son, but also let the enemy see this cruel scene with his own eyes, which is the most powerful and vicious blow to the enemy, which will make Grandpa Zhang's butcher's heart suffer the strictest trauma.

After reading Yang Hui's analysis report, I was once again impressed by his profound analytical ability and profound knowledge. As for the chicken-eating sheep in our family, Yang Hui also made an analysis, and he said that according to the information provided in my email, it should be the offspring of a cross between a "freak sheep" and an ordinary sheep. This kind of sheep should have a much higher intelligence than ordinary sheep, because it has human genes, but no one has the intelligence of the first generation of "freak sheep" after crossbreeding with sheep, such as the sheep that bit the son of Zhang Butcher's grandfather.

From a scientific point of view, although it can explain the ins and outs of that strange sheep, for some reason, I always feel that there are many secrets about that sheep, and that kind of secret is like a monster hidden in the dark, although you can't see it, but it is there to peep at you.

Since that long talk with Zhang Butcher, we have become New Year's friends. Although he was very tired during the day during the Spring Festival, he often came to talk to me at night. To be honest, I especially want him to come, because every time I see the strange sheep eating chickens in the yard, I get goosebumps all over my body, and the horrors I have experienced before make me feel a little hairy. He came over to chat at night, and I felt a lot more grounded.

After in-depth exchanges with each other, we have a stronger and stronger resonance, and there are so many strange things in our village.

I put the death of Grandpa Gao, the strange cat, and the many people in shrouds in the yard that afternoon...... A series of terrifying and mysterious events, as well as the secrets hidden in the iron box, all told him without reservation. When he listened to me, he was sometimes frightened, sometimes interested, and sometimes thoughtful. Of course, he also told a lot about the same horrific and mysterious events that he had experienced.

Our topic unconsciously fell to Grandpa Gao again, and I asked him: "Uncle Zhang, do you think Grandpa Gao will really be a blind man more than 300 years ago?" ”

He didn't answer me immediately, but took a few puffs of cigarette, as if in his memory, trying to search for something, and after a while said, "I'm not too sure about this, but I live alone for more than three hundred years?" That's not a monster, but it's hard to say, the tall blind man you said is indeed very different from ordinary people, and his nose is as sensitive as a dog! This one can definitely be called a strange person. It is not absolutely impossible for such a strange person to live several times longer than the average person. But after you said this, I suddenly thought of some things about Grandpa Gao, and these things are really strange to think about now. ”

"Really? What the hell is going on, Grandpa Gao hardly interacts with people, do you still know any secrets about him? I couldn't wait to ask, and handed Zhang Butcher a cigarette.

Zhang Butcher put the cigarette on his mouth, then used the butt of the previous cigarette to light the new cigarette, and smashed it a few puffs before answering me leisurely:

"Speaking of this, it's been almost 20 years, when I was just in my early twenties, our village mobilized strong laborers, went to a place seventy or eighty miles away to build bridges and build roads, it was all mountainous, some places really had to hammer the stone through, the superior finally got some explosives, but somehow, was all wet by the heavy rain, then again, even if it was not rained, I'm afraid no one dared to make that thing, the year before, the neighboring village also built roads there, so it made explosives, and the result was two killed, seven or eight injured. Since then, no one in our area has dared to use explosives anymore.

At that time, the relationship between the village party secretary and Grandpa Gao was good, and he was usually very concerned about the old man's life, often sent him rice and noodles, and sometimes even sent some meat, so that Grandpa Gao could improve his life, and Grandpa Gao was also very grateful to him. The village party secretary is also the one who has the most contact with Grandpa Gao.

I remember that the village party secretary seemed to have told everyone that although Grandpa Gao rarely spoke, he was a very careful and intelligent person, so he deliberately let Grandpa Gao go to work that time, and asked him to help keep track of work and keep tools.

At that time, everyone just thought that the reason why the village party secretary evaluated Grandpa Gao like that was completely out of personal preference, and no one saw that the old man had the advantages of "being careful and having brains".

But what happened next made everyone's thinking change dramatically.

At that time, the neighboring villages were also working at the same time as our village, and because the number of people was the same, the tasks of the two villages were basically the same. This has created a situation of competition, you know, in that era, it was really called 'honor as life', whoever completed the task first was extremely glorious, otherwise it would be too humiliating.

But it is very unfortunate that although the number of people in the two villages is equal, the village is a famous "stonemason village" in our area, and the stonemason work is a craft passed down from generation to generation, so in dealing with stones, our village cannot be compared with others, therefore, after seven or eight days of construction, the progress of others is almost twice as fast as ours. The strong guys we were working at that time were more competitive, and they were willing to fall behind so much that they were behind, so they worked hard every day, but the work was skillful, not brute force, so although they were tired and tired, they were still falling farther and farther away, the village party secretary was more anxious, he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night by urine, and I could often see the branch secretary squatting outside the tent alone, smoking dry cigarettes, and sighing from time to time.

The branch secretary was in so many village party secretaries in our commune at that time, but he was "advanced every year and striving for the first place everywhere", so how could he bear to be so far behind his opponents. But it can't be helped, how can you compare to a professional stonemason when it comes to chiseling stones?

The village party secretary and I also deliberately went to the construction site of the neighboring village to see how people worked and why they did it so fast.

Our village spent half a day digging a stone, people may only need to find the right position, in the key parts, chisel a few times, and then use a sledgehammer to knock along the texture of the stone, snap and break.

After seeing the people, we were even more worried. This race is definitely going to be lost, and it's going to be badly lost. But there is only one person, who is not worried or anxious at all, and that person is Grandpa Gao. He was the last to sleep every day, the first to get up, and after so many days with him, no one saw him lie down and sleep. Every day is 'he didn't sleep when someone else slept, and he woke up when someone else woke up'.

I remember that after about ten days, these people in our village were completely desperate, and they started to work, listless, and the enthusiasm they had when they first came was gone.

One day it suddenly rained, everyone had to stop work, rest in the tent, many people sighed, saying that this work is so bad, hard and tired, this is this nest can not stand.

Suddenly, Grandpa Gao, dressed in a robe, appeared at the entrance of the tent, and no one paid attention to when he went out, and at that time, few people were still wearing a robe on a rainy day.

Grandpa Gao ignored everyone's somewhat surprised gaze, but walked into the tent, squatted beside the helpless branch secretary, and whispered in his ear, no one heard what he said, just saw him talking while showing the leaves in his hand to the branch secretary, and the branch secretary's expression was also subtly changing.