The devils came to the village from time to time, and selected random villagers to take into the forest, and some of the people who were taken away would be sent back after a few days, and some would never come back. Small $ %^ says ^ family ^

Some of the people who were sent back were not going to do well, some were going to get sick and die very quickly, all sorts of strange diseases, and I was too lazy to find out later that it was because the people behind the forest had done terrible things to them, forcing them to take strange medicines or cutting the flesh of their thighs and arms and putting medicine in them, and some had been put in what resembled gas chambers and locked up for hours.

In short, all kinds of cruelty are probably similar to what the fascists and the Japanese Unit 371 did, and many people die every year in the valley.

But the village was filled with new strangers, some tricked, some robbed, some of whom were brought by themselves on the verge of starvation or illness, and the lazy belonged to the latter category.

He couldn't remember what year it was, he was still young at that time, he only remembered that there were many people wearing robes and horse coats and combing big braids, there was a year when there was a famine, everyone couldn't eat enough, he was unlucky, he was very sick with typhoid fever in the hungry year, and he could only lie on the side of the road in the pile called Hanako and wait for death, one day a man suddenly appeared and asked them if they wanted to eat enough, of course he wanted to, so he and a few other people who were also about to starve to death and died of illness called Hanako, and went with that person, there were a total of more than a dozen people in their group, mostly teenage children, He was groggy at that time, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all, and the only thing he had a slight impression of was that the carriage had been gone for a long time, and he had steamed buns to eat every day.

In addition, there are some villagers who were bought by "those people" with money, and at that time, the world was not good, and there were people everywhere who sold their children, daughters, and wives, and the most worthless people were living people.

Many people are brought to the forest every year, and very few can come back and survive after returning, so the villagers of the valley call the black forest across the Rainbow Lake the "death zone", and the men who come out of the forest "devil" or "impermanence".

Most of the time, it is men who come from the forest, and occasionally, there are women and even children.

When the old lazy said this, he suddenly glanced at me, and there was something strange in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it flashed, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

He moved his gaze to the table and continued: "Not all 'impermanence' is bad, a few are very good, often bring us fish, meat and food, and help the villagers grow vegetables, build houses, repair things, cure diseases or something, one of them is Huang Fukang, who died in the serial murder case in Liangbao City, and the other is called Xiu Shi, they are really good, but no matter how good they are, they are also from the forest, and everyone is still very afraid." ”

When he mentioned the name "Meditation", he was afraid that we would not be able to figure out which two words were, so he picked up a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper.

As soon as I saw the word "Xiu", my heart trembled, my hand trembled, I almost knocked over the teacup, my face changed, and I immediately took out my mobile phone and found out Uncle Xiu's photo to show the lazy lazy. It's the photo attached to the missing person notice we saw on the Internet before.

The old lazy was taken aback and nodded heavily: "It's him." ”

Then he looked at me in a daze, waiting for me to explain why there was this picture and what this person had to do with me.

I told him that this was Xiaohai's father, and his later name was Xiu Chang'an.

The old lazy eyes hurt for a moment, with mixed feelings, and muttered: "I knew that when Xiaohai's surname was Xiu, I also turned this thought in my heart, would it have anything to do with it, but I felt that it was too outrageous, thinking that it might just happen to have the same surname, who would have thought of it." ”

yes, who would have thought.

I can't imagine that the man who is sitting in front of us now and has only known him for a few months has such a close relationship with me and Li Xu's life experience.

The village called Youhe Valley is in a flat valley deep in the mountains, the houses are all made of stones, and there are usually no guards, so some people will think about escaping, and there will always be a few attempts to escape every year, but no one has ever succeeded, and after a few days, the corpses are dragged back by the "impermanence" and hung on the trees to show the public, some starve to death, some fall to death, and some are beaten to death.

When the old man was brought there, he was only a teenager, and after he was cured of typhoid fever, they continued to give him medicine, and they didn't know what medicine it was. Later, they took him and three other children into the Black Forest, and after passing through the forest was a mountain, and there was a huge black stone gate on the mountain, and there were two teams of guards outside the door, and there was a very thick old vine next to the door, and the people who led them pulled the vine, and there was a brass bell in the distance, and then the stone gate slowly moved to both sides, and there was a very heavy sound, and they walked in, and inside was a huge cave, very large, with criss-crossing passages, and large and small rooms carved out of the mountain. It feels a bit like an anthill that has been magnified countless times, and they are like ants in it.

The children were pushed into a stone room, and they didn't know what medicine was in the air, and they didn't stand long before they got into it, and they woke up in a large room lit with candles, and there were narrow stone beds against the wall on both sides, and the four of them were tied to the bed with cloths in their mouths. Then a man with a gas mask walked in, cut the skin of their arm with a knife, put a blue thing the size of a edamame inside, and when he was done, he stitched up the wound and went out. Leave them inside to die of pain. The old lazy said that it was a kind of pain from peeling the skin and cramping, definitely a pain that I would rather die immediately than suffer, and one of the girls was in pain like that.

I don't know how long it hurt, but it finally got better, and after some time, someone came in and let go of them, gave each of them a basket of food, and sent them back to the village.

Not long after that, they began to get sick, he was lucky, he didn't die, the other two died, and the disease was still contagious, more than a dozen people died in the village at once, Huang Fukang and Xiu Shi realized that it would cause a plague, and immediately went to the forest and called dozens of well-protected people to pull the sick and dead bodies to a long distance and burn them, and carried out a comprehensive disinfection of the village, and isolated the villagers who might be infected for observation.

After that, the surviving old lazy was taken to the house behind the Black Forest, where they drew his blood, cut his flesh, and did all kinds of research. He would sometimes hear their conversations about what was normal in the blood, what was two blocks higher, and what was lower than normal, and he began to understand that because he was the only survivor of the previous drug experiment, they wanted to figure out why he didn't die, what made him survive.

He was locked up in a dark house for a long time, thinking that he would never be able to get out again in his life, and just in despair, a massacre suddenly occurred.

It was a bigger event than all the previous things combined.

When the old lazy man said this, he took out one of the paintings on the table and put it in front of us, and said, "This painting is the one that painted the massacre of that year." Xia Dongyi didn't want people to understand it at a glance, so he made abstract deformations of people and things, but he could still understand it if he looked closely. ”

How the massacre happened, the old lazy has no idea at all. He was lying in the dark house when he heard the sudden chaos outside, and the shouting and crying shook the earth, and he was so frightened that he couldn't break free from the rope that was tied to his body, and he didn't know what to do. It was a long time before someone rushed into the dark house and released all the people tied to the beds, telling them to hurry up and run for their lives. But they didn't know where to run, the roads were criss-crossed, and the roads were full of forks, and it was a huge labyrinth.

And it seemed that everyone didn't know where to flee, and the people who came and went were stumbling like headless flies, and there was blood everywhere, and there were many corpses, men and women, old and young, all of them were hacked to death with sharp weapons, and some of their heads were cut off.

The old lazy didn't want to describe the tragedy of the massacre, so he suddenly stopped and shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the bloody picture that now came to mind.

I refilled his finished tea, touched his head, and rested my hand on his shoulder, trying to give him a little strength.

He looked at me and smiled bitterly and put his hand on the back of mine.

His hands were warm and empowering, and I felt more like someone who needed to be comforted.

The old lazy man followed the fleeing man and stumbled in the labyrinthine space for a long time before he discovered a problem, that is, those who cut people with knives only killed people on this side of the forest, not people from the village on the other side of the lake, at least two or three times, he hit them on the edge of the knife, thinking that he was dead, but they did not kill him. So he became a little bolder, and dared to look at the people with knives, and then he recognized that the people who were carrying knives were from the village, and his first thought at that time was rioting.

He thought that the people of the village had finally had enough of the unfair fate and had united to riot.

Speaking of this, the old lazy slowly turned his face and looked at Li Xu solemnly: "I saw your father, he was a knife bearer, he was covered in blood at the time, and he killed many people, including the children who had just learned to walk, I was really frightened, I couldn't stand up while sitting on the ground, he obviously saw me, but it was like he didn't see it, and there was only murder in his eyes." ”

My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried to see Li Xu.

The old lazy said: "I thought about it later, I felt that something was wrong, it must not be a riot, there must be something wrong, because I know your father, he is a good person, a very good person, he has always been very protective of us." The last time it wasn't him, but another man who was going to be taken to the forest, and the man knelt on the ground and begged the men to let him go, and your father stepped forward to take his place. Such a person, even if he riots, will never kill children, he likes children very much, and when a child is born in the village, he will plant a cypress tree, hoping that they will live a long time. ”

Li Xu's whole person was confused, and the tears on his face were completely unconscious. I gave her a tissue, and her hand shook like chaff.

Her father was a knife bearer in a massacre.

Her consciousness resisted the message, but could not do anything about it.

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