With the arrival of the hundred and ten police officers, the fear and resentment in the hearts of the villagers are turning into small and small little by little like melting ice.

Sister Yun and I, escorted by two burly SWAT officers, returned home.

The Soviet Bureau said that the location of my house was extremely heavy, and it was easy to detect movements in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, so it arranged for two good men with sniper rifles to patrol back and forth around my house.

The two SWAT officers searched my house to make sure it was safe, and then quickly retreated.

Although Sister Yun and I kept inviting the two of us to drink saliva before leaving, they still smiled and politely declined.

I finally lay on the couch of my dreams, but I couldn't close my eyes for a long time.

On the clock on the wall, the hour hand has crossed most of the time.

Sister Yun sat down beside me, touched my face with pity, and said with a smile: Xiaohua, you are hungry, I'll cook.

I clenched Sister Yun's cold and soft hand, shook my head, and said in a hoarse voice: Sister, I'm not hungry, you can rest, I'll cook.

When I was about to get up, Sister Yun pressed my shoulder and said softly: You still lie down, I'll go cook a soup and stir-fry two vegetarian dishes.

I stared at the moon-white roof, chilling all over, and then closed my eyes.

I asked: Sister, when will these weird things come to an end?

Sister Yun rubbed my face with a smooth palm and whispered: Hurry up, don't think so much. You see so many police officers coming out there, everything will be fine.

I turned over and sat up, hugged Sister Yun's hand, and said, "Sister, why don't you go back to Beijing, I always feel that something strange will happen."

Sister Yun's cheeks turned red, and she sneered: You kid, it's only been three days since my sister came back, and you're going to drive me away?

I hurriedly argued: No, no, I am......

Before I finished speaking, I was cut off by Sister Yun, and she said with a smile: Okay, I'll leave in a few days, you squint for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to order some meals.

After Sister Yun went out, I immediately called my parents who were far away from another village.

Before I could elaborate, my mother scolded impatiently: You doll, you don't hurry up to charge the phone when it doesn't cost, but it frightens me, your father, and your sister. What's going on in the village? Why don't you and Xiaoyun come to your sister's house to take refuge?

"Oh," I quickly replied, snapping back to the text message I had received yesterday reminding me of my bill.

I asked, "Mom, how do you know about our village?"

My mother shouted angrily: The murder that happened in our village, who doesn't know about it now, who doesn't know about it? Lin Fei's grandmother and your sister belong to the same village, and she asked Lin Fei to go to her place in the afternoon to take refuge.

As the old saying goes, "bad things spread thousands of miles", it is really a poke.

My mother then said in a hurry: "Go and get a white bowl full of soil, light a few of your father's cigarettes, put them in the northwest of the courtyard, and kowtow to your aunt twelve heads."

"Kowtow to Aunt Bao?"

I asked in a whisper.

My mother covered the phone, lowered her voice, and said: Your father and I pondered for a while, these murderous things were not done by people, presumably ...... It must be your aunt......

I flicked my wrist, and the corners of my lips trembled and said, "Mom, don't talk nonsense." It's nothing, I'm hanging.

On the other end of the phone, my mother still shouted in a whisper: Xiaohua, do what your mother says, you'd rather ......

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The demons and gods say, I don't believe in death. Although when I see a horror and bloody ghost movie, I will tremble. But as a materialist, I never believed that there was something dark and dark in the bright future.

Speaking of Aunt Bao, in my thoughts, I naturally brought out Aunt Qing.

The experiences of Aunt Bao and Aunt Qing are similar. If you want to compare the two, Aunt Bao is miserable.

Aunt Bao's original name was Wang Xiangbao, and she was born in a poor family since she was a child. When she was seven or eight years old, her father died and her mother remarried, and the burden of raising her fell on her uncle.

When she was just 16 years old, her uncle accepted a generous gift from the owner of a furniture store in the town and forcibly married her off to the owner of the furniture store against her will.

Although this boss is very wealthy, he is a violent maniac, and he will fist and kick people if he disagrees. Therefore, at the age of forty, he is still alone.

Children from poor families either work hard or go against the grain. Obviously, Aunt Bao belongs to the latter.

After marrying the owner of the furniture store, Aunt Bao lived a few days of fine clothes and food, chic and happy fairy life. Her nature has slowly changed, and she is no longer simple and honest, but arrogant and wise.

When the spring breeze was proud, she once said: The poor men in the village are all wretched, and only his men are the real masters.

For this reason, most people in the village have no less hatred against him.

In the past few years, the owners of furniture stores have been much more aggressive. He has a strong wish, that is, he hopes that the young and beautiful Aunt Bao can give him a big fat boy.

However, providence backfired. Aunt Bao gave birth to five children one after another, all of whom were daughters without handles.

The feudal mentality of preference for sons over daughters has continued in China for thousands of years. Even in the enlightened and developed 21st century, this kind of thinking is still emerging in most ignorant rural areas.

During several socials, the wine and meat friends of the furniture store owner would always keep asking him to divorce Aunt Bao. A friend who has learned the art of yin and yang even said that Aunt Bao is the nemesis of the furniture store owner's life, and she must break off early and leave early in order to be freed as soon as possible.

In the end, the two finally divorced. This is a doomed thing, what the furniture store owner wants is just a tool for passing on the lineage, and what Aunt Bao wants is vanity that is high up and praised like a god.

As the saying goes, "Don't say everything, don't do anything". After Aunt Bao left, the owner of the furniture store let his five daughters disappear out of thin air. This thing is really done thoroughly.

Some say the five daughters were sold to the South by the owner of the furniture store; Some people say that these five daughters were brutally killed by the owner of the furniture store and made into leather sofas; Some say that the five daughters were imprisoned in a deep mountain and forest by the owner of the furniture store, intending to torture and kill them and sacrifice them to evil spirits.

In short, five living people have completely disappeared from the world.

Aunt Bao, who heard the bad news, began to become nervously crazy.

In the early morning and at noon, she was able to barely get back to normal, but in the evening and at night, she would cry and laugh and run around the village.

After the third watch, her favorite song often comes from the village: the moon passes through the clouds like white lotus......

The villagers deeply disliked her during the day and stumbled her everywhere; I was really afraid of her at night, and I hoped that she would return to heaven quickly.

Seeing that Aunt Bao, who was becoming more and more barren, was gradually leaving, more than a dozen men in the village not only did not take care of her, but had an evil thought in their hearts.

On a dark night with raging winds, no stars and no moons, in a dilapidated ruined kiln, more than a dozen men raped a crazy and stupid woman.

After dawn, the villagers never saw Aunt Bao again. More than a dozen weak-hearted men also kept their mouths shut about last night's pickling.

Three days later, one morning, before the mist had lifted, Aunt Bao returned.

When the villagers saw her, they were all terrified and quickly retreated backwards. She stood under the most conspicuous gazebo in the village, carrying a bloody human head in her hand, and after a few closer looks, the head turned out to be that of the furniture store owner.

Aunt Bao picked out the furniture store owner's eyeballs raw, bit them into her mouth, and chewed them with a squeak.

She shouted with a smile: Wang Hai, Cui Shuncai, Lin Fengxi...... I'm waiting for you underground.

She shouted the names of the twelve people in a row, then took out a bottle of pesticide from her bosom, poured it into her mouth like drinking, and then, her body went limp, her eyes rolled, and she fell to the ground with a smirk.

When everyone slowly approached to look, blood flowed from her seven orifices.

More than a dozen men involved in the village, for fear that the scandal would be exposed, hurriedly buried her in a cemetery in Hexi. The location of the tomb is next to Jiang Ming's grave.

After that, a naughty furry child picked up the leftover medicine bottle of Aunt Bao, and took out two small yellow notes from it, on which were written the names of the two people involved. And there were ten small yellow notes, which were swallowed by Aunt Bao.

A month later, the pavilion, which had been built at the expense of many people, was demolished and landfilled.

Legend has it that someone has always seen Aunt Bao in the gazebo at dawn or evening. Some passing cats and dogs will bark and neigh at the gazebo coldly.

Every year on Aunt Bao's death day, my mother would always burn a few pillars of incense and light a pile of paper in the courtyard, so that I could kowtow a few times to Aunt Bao reverently.

Now, according to my mother's wishes, I placed the white bowl with three cigarettes in the northwest of the lower courtyard, bent my knees, bowed to the ground with both hands, and kowtowed to Aunt Bao full of twelve rings.

These twelve ringing heads praying for peace kowtow for four people: my parents, my sister, Sister Yun, and me.