"What's the matter, I can't say what others can say, the old gods have said so, can there be fake?!" Liu Quan snorted and retorted.

"Okay, Lao Qi, Wu Zhenren didn't say who it was, otherwise we could have prevented it in advance, it's too early to draw conclusions, maybe it's really a human trafficker who ran away, or was taken home by people in a distant village to raise him, let's look for it again." Father comforted.

The village chief also said at this time: "Comrade policeman, Wu Zhenren didn't say who it was after all, you can help find it if the child is lost." ”

"If the child is lost, no one in your own village can find it, how can we outsiders find it? Their children can't see well, what do parents do. Liu Quan was still annoyed by Huzi's father's disrespect to him before, and after he finished speaking, he asked his brothers to prepare the corpse in the well.

As if he suddenly remembered something, the village chief said: "By the way, when Wu Zhenren spoke yesterday, he kept staring at Mrs. Meng's house, intentionally or unintentionally, and asked us about Mrs. Meng's house, have any of you gone to find their house?" ”

"Ouch, village chief, Mrs. Meng has been crazy for so many years, who dares to go to her house, now I don't know if she is dead or alive!" A villager said.

"Three days ago I saw her sharpening her knife, that day I came back to see her sharpening her knife on the side of the bridge behind the village, I saw that I also took the initiative to say hello, I asked her what she was sharpening her knife for, she said she was going to kill a sheep, and then she said that her old man was coming back." Another villager said.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go to her house now." The village chief patted Huzi and his father, and took the lead to walk to Mrs. Meng's house at the back of the village.

Twenty years ago, on the night of the end of the Cultural Revolution, Mrs. Meng, who was physically and mentally exhausted, went back to her mother's house, and did not think that when she came back early the next morning, she saw a family hanging on the beams of the house, and since then Mrs. Meng has been sometimes crazy and sometimes normal.

At that time, the rural medical reform had not yet been implemented, and some families in the village would find her to deliver the baby, but once she held the newborn baby and said that it was his little grandson, the baby was particularly fragile when it was born, and Mrs. Meng was in a crazy time, and the baby's family was afraid that Mrs. Meng would go crazy and hurt the baby, so no one dared to come forward to rob it, until Mrs. Meng was so tired that she fell asleep, and the baby's family snatched the child back from her hands, and the poor child's umbilical cord had not been cut, and it was already dying when it was received in her hand.

Since then, no one has dared to ask Mrs. Meng to deliver a baby, but when Mrs. Meng was in good spirits, she taught a lot of experience to the new midwives in the village.

For the whole twenty years, no one took care of the wild grass around Mrs. Meng's house, and now the wild grass that grows crazy is taller than people, and the courtyard wall of her house is also crawling with all kinds of vines, fortunately, it is winter, if it is spring and summer, the vines will cover their whole house, and the person who catches the golden cicada in the summer never dares to go to his house to pass, even if he sees the golden cicada on the tree next to his house, no one dares to pinch it, because once, two brave people went to the woods next to his house to catch the golden cicada, and they were so frightened that the ghost cried wolf. I had a fever the night I got home.

When they woke up, they said that they saw a person standing upright on the courtyard wall of Mrs. Meng's house, that figure was definitely not Mrs. Meng, and he couldn't see his face clearly in the moonlight, but he could clearly see that he was wearing a snow-white white coat, everyone in Wangjia Village knew that Mrs. Meng's man was a doctor in the village pharmacy before his death, and he most often wore a white coat, it is said that he did not take off the white coat when he hanged himself.

But a group of people to block the door of Mrs. Meng's house is not too afraid, the village chief to Mrs. Meng's door gently pinched the knocker and patted twice, the gate of Mrs. Meng's house is the iron gate of the old big family, there are two stone lions guarding the door on both sides of the gate, now they have been covered with wild grass, the color has also turned black, and there is a layer of mud and sand on it, which is completely lifeless.

The village chief knocked on the door a few times and saw that there was no movement inside, so he leaned on the crack of the door and looked inside.

Inside the door, there was a pair of eyes staring at him, the village chief was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his face was pale, and the anxious Huzi father stepped forward to kick the door open, but the door of Mrs. Meng's house creaked open.

The person who came out was neatly dressed, with an old shroud on her upper body, and she hunched her waist to look at the villagers of Wangjia Village, this person was Mrs. Meng.

"Oh my god, you, you're going to scare me to death!" The village chief scolded Mrs. Meng with palpitations.

Mrs. Meng glanced at the village chief, and suddenly grinned and said, "It's Xiao Tao." ”

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Aunt Meng, there is a child in our village, named Huzi, do you see him?" ”

"See, there's a clothesline hanging from it, little sheep!" Mrs. Meng grinned, revealing the few remaining teeth, her smile was extremely weird, and she suddenly shouted without knowing who it was: "She has blood on her hands!" ”

Everyone looked at Mrs. Meng, and sure enough, they found that Mrs. Meng's hands were covered with blood in her sleeves!

Huzi's father pushed Mrs. Meng away like crazy, and then rushed into Mrs. Meng's house, on the clothesline of Mrs. Meng's house, there was a sack hanging on the clothesline, the sack was bulging, a layer of blood oozed on it, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

The villagers of Wangjia Village also walked in, grabbed Huzi's father, who was trembling all over, and the village chief hurriedly walked over from behind and said: "Xiao Qi, don't get excited, I smell the smell of sheep, eighty percent is not a tiger!" ”

When Huzi's father heard the village chief say this, he gritted his teeth and violently uncovered the sack hanging on the clothesline, revealing a dead lamb that had been skinned.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and patted Huzi's father on the shoulder, Huzi's father swept around the yard, and saw that there was a big pot boiling something in the courtyard of Mrs. Meng's house, he walked over and took a deep breath, and slowly opened the lid of the pot, and the pot was boiling water.

Mrs. Meng got up from the door, humming and chirping: "Evil, a group of people bullying me, poor people!" ”

The village chief shrugged the coat on his shoulders, helped Mrs. Meng and said, "Aunt Meng, you can't blame Xiao Qi, people lost their babies, you have to say that there is a tiger hanging on the clothesline, can he not be in a hurry!" ”

Mrs. Meng said: "Xiao Tao, you were brought bad by these bad seeds, when you were a child, your mother's milk ran out of water, and there was no food at home, if I hadn't fed you milk for a few months, you would have starved to death, how can you still be today!" ”

Mrs. Meng said this in front of the villagers of Wangjia Village, and the village chief's old face instantly turned red into persimmons, and he said angrily: "Aunt Meng, you see that I am almost in the ground, what are you talking about back then." ”

Mrs. Meng was about to speak again, but at this time, a strange sound suddenly came from Mrs. Meng's room, as if something had been knocked to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other, and Huzi's mother, who had been standing next to her tremblingly and did not speak, rushed into the hall of Mrs. Meng's house, Mrs. Meng let out an extremely piercing scream, rubbing small steps and running into the house.

"Don't kill my grandson, don't kill my grandson!"

As soon as Huzi's mother heard Mrs. Meng say this, she didn't hurry in to see if Huzi was in the house, the moment she stepped into the house, she let out a frightened scream, Huzi's father and a few bold villagers also rushed in, they were also shocked when they saw the scene in front of them, because in Mrs. Meng's house, there was an extremely huge statue, the statue looked scary, and the tongue was so deep that it was dragged to the ground, and it was still holding a bloody human hand in his hand.

There are three black and white photos on the altar below the statue, which are the photos of Mrs. Meng's dead family of three, there is a broken porcelain bowl on the ground next to it, and a big black cat is vigilantly looking at the people who suddenly broke in, and makes a warning sound.

"Ouch, Aunt Meng, what are you doing with this thing in the house, it scares us to death!" The village chief said with some disgust.

Mrs. Meng rushed over and hugged the black cat on the ground in her arms, gently touched the cat's head, and said, "Good grandson, don't be scared!" ”

Mrs. Meng laughed after speaking, her room was already dim, and there was a statue of a Yaksha ghost placed here with teeth and claws, and her smile made people feel creepy unconsciously.

Mrs. Meng suddenly said mysteriously to everyone: "Tell you, this is a Yaksha ghost, who specializes in eating bad people and dealing with Wang Daosheng!" ”

"Wang Daosheng?" Everyone heard this name a little familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

"What are you talking nonsense, Secretary Wang is the great benefactor of our village, without him our village still doesn't know how many people will starve to death, he also sent you a grain during the New Year, when there was a famine in our village, his parents starved to death Your old man is not saved, and now he sends you food, but you talk about him like this, and make a ghost to worship, I think you are really crazy!" The village chief angrily scolded Mrs. Meng and went out angrily.

When everyone saw that the village chief was gone, they all went out, and only Huzi's mother and Huzi's father were left in the house for a while, and Wang Fugui, who walked to the courtyard, looked back at the two people who had not left, and said, "Old Qi, let's go." ”

Huzi's father glared at Mrs. Meng, snorted, and then went out as well, leaving only Huzi's mother crying, and looked at Mrs. Meng's hall again, and was so scared that when he saw that there was nothing abnormal, he turned around and went out.

At that time, I had been standing at the door of Mrs. Meng's house and didn't dare to go in, and when I finished walking one after another, I quietly lay on the door of her house and looked inside, so it didn't matter, I actually saw that the black cat was being carried by her neck in her hand, the black cat kept struggling, Mrs. Meng still didn't let go, she whispered something I couldn't hear clearly, I could only see that her face still showed a weird smile, which made people get goosebumps.

And the black cat gradually stopped struggling in her hand, and hung straight in her hand.

Suddenly, Mrs. Meng looked at me who was peeking at the door, and she nodded to me as if she knew I was there in advance.