I jumped up in fright and fell to the ground with my chair.

I've been chatting with a ghost for a long time?!Although I have long felt that this guy is not a mortal, he is elusive, but I didn't expect it to be a ghost!

He asked: Are you afraid?

I nodded straight at the computer screen, not afraid to be weird!

He said: Since I have said this, I don't have to hide it anymore, you should have heard about the blood coffin incident, right?

I nodded.

He: Do you remember Platoon Commander Wang in the bloody coffin incident?

I hurriedly said: Yes.

He: I am the missing platoon commander Wang, telling you your identity is to let you believe me, rest assured to go to Xiehejian Village, don't be afraid, your father and I are comrades-in-arms, the relationship is not ordinary, and I will not hurt you.

It suddenly dawned on me that many of the questions in my heart seemed to be answered at once, but more questions followed.

I hurriedly asked: How did you die? Are my father, Kan Lao Li and you comrades-in-arms?

Platoon Commander Wang said: Don't worry, help me get things done tomorrow night, and I will tell you in detail.

Me: Why is there a new coffin on it?

Platoon Leader Wang: Back then, the villagers buried me as a homeless man, and the small grave was flattened after a long time, and the villagers forgot the location, so they built a new grave on top of me, and I was overwhelmed.

My hairs stood on end, and I had to put away my doubts for the time being.

Platoon Commander Wang finally advised: You must open the lid of my coffin before the rooster crows tomorrow night, otherwise no one will be able to save you!

Then the conversation ends and the chat history is gone.

I sat in a daze for a long time watching this magical scene, and then I remembered why he repeatedly insisted that he must crow before the rooster crowing tomorrow night.

As soon as I looked at my phone, I suddenly felt a layer of white sweat: tomorrow is actually the 15th day of July in the lunar calendar!

I'm rubbing, Halloween!

It's too late to say anything now, if you don't go, it seems that this Wang platoon commander is not easy to mess with, and for the sake of the virus on my own body and retrieving Luo Li, even if the ghost gate is closed, I have to break through!

I checked on Baidu Map, Xiehejian Village belongs to Mentougou District, and it is west of the two disappeared subway stations in Fushouling and Gaojing, which also belong to the Xishan area.

When I think of Fushouling, I still have palpitations, and this time I am alone, and there is a trace of pathos in my heart, and there is a tragic pride that knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

Because of the crowbar and mad dog saber in the bag, it is inconvenient to take the subway, take the bus, change the car three times, come to the entrance of Chouerling Village at about three o'clock in the afternoon, out of Chouerling Village, walk about 2 kilometers along the mountain road to Xiehejian Railway Station, to be precise, Xiehejian Tunnel Mouth, Xiehejian Station is a small station of Fengsha Railway built in 1952.

There is a narrow ditch at the mouth of the village of Xiehejian, looking at the village, the private houses at the head of the village are some years old, gray bricks and tiles, standard old Beijing buildings, here belongs to the ancient road in western Beijing, there will be sporadic travelers to come here to ride and explore.

It is said that because the mountain stream is not far south of the Yongding River, it is called "the Xieping River Stream". There is also a saying that there are too many scorpions and tigers (that is, geckos) in the village, so it is called "scorpion tiger stream". It is also said that it stands on the mountain and looks at the village, and its shape is like a lizard in the ditch, so it is called "Scorpion Tiger Stream".

I was just about to enter the village, when suddenly there was a noise at the entrance of the village, with suona and crying, and after a while, I saw a funeral procession slowly walking out of the village.

It was so bad luck that I hurriedly hid on the side of the road and waited for them to pass.

Twenty or thirty people walked from the broken cement road in front of me, and several old men from the ringer class sat on the motorized tricycle at the front, and the musical instruments such as suona, gongs, sheng and cymbals, which were common in rural funerals in the past, were blown and beaten, and the mourning music was mixed with the cry of women. In the middle of the tricycle and the group of relatives was an ox cart with a black coffin in tow.

After the funeral procession passed, I walked into the village hiding from the scattered paper money on the ground.

The village is quiet, not very popular, almost every house is closed, and occasionally you see either the old people or women and children, and like most mountain villages, young people have gone out to work.

Maybe because there are often people from the city who explore the Jingxi Ancient Road into the village, the villagers see me calmly and basically ignore me.

When I asked them about Guanghua Temple, the villagers had a very strange expression on their faces, as if they were saying that the people in the city were well fed, so why did they go so far to find a broken temple?

After inquiring about two people, I finally found Guanghua Temple, some distance from the village, walked to the gate, through the iron fence gate, I finally understood the eyes of the villagers, it turned out that Guanghua Temple only had one name left, the temple hall in the temple did not even have a hair left, only two rows of crumbling broken houses, the only thing that remained was only three thousand-year-old ginkgo trees at the door, the ancient trees were towering and luxuriant, the thickest one was a bit of a single tree into a forest, I was afraid that five or six people could not hug it, the tree was wrapped with red cloth strips, and some villagers may regard it as a sacred tree。

It is said that Guanghua Temple was built in the Liao Dynasty and should be built in the same period as Dajue Temple in Xishan.

There was only one old man in the temple, and he asked me what I was doing through the iron fence gate.

I lied that it was a traveler who wanted to spend the night, but the old man looked at me for a long time and said coldly Go back, this is not a hotel.

I hurriedly took out an old man's head and stuffed it into him, saying that I would not be in a hurry to go back to Beijing, so I would stay here for one night and leave early tomorrow morning.

The old man looked at me again, probably feeling that I was not a bad person, and finally opened the chain lock, and told me that it was okay to live, that is, not to wander around at night, and not to go out if I heard any sound.

This dilapidated yard is full of dead branches and leaves, which is a bit creepy, but after the old man said this, it feels even more eerie and full of weirdness.

I saw a mountain behind the courtyard, which should be the ugly mountain that Platoon Leader Wang said.

"Uncle, is the mountain behind you?" I handed over a cigarette.

The old man took the cigarette, and I lit it for him, and then lit it for myself.

The old man nodded, looked at the travel bag behind me and said, "From Beijing?"

I said, yes, come and relax, how many years have you lived in this courtyard?

The old man said, forty or fifty years should be there, the yard is not clean, don't walk around, you come with me.

The old man led me to a blue-green door in the middle of a row of houses, brick houses, glass windows, glass still intact.

I looked at other houses and there were hardly any full windows.

The old man pushed open the door and said, you live in this house, go to bed early, don't go around.

I nodded, glanced at the house, two rooms, the outer room should be the living room, but it was empty, only the wall hung stills from thirty or forty years ago, the inner room had a bed, there was a simple bedding, fortunately I brought a sleeping bag.

The old man left after explaining, and I went into the house to put down my travel bag, pack up, eat something briefly, and replenish my water. Then through the glass window, I couldn't see the figure of the old man, so I slipped out quietly, observed the yard, and found that there was a gap in the back wall, which happened to lead to the back mountain.

It was getting dark, I went back to the house, set an alarm clock for my mobile phone, checked the environment around Guanghua Temple on the Internet, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Unexpectedly, I had a strange dream, I dreamed that there was a well in the yard, and there was a human face floating on the water in the well, and I woke up in a fright.

Then I heard the cry of a child behind the house, strange, where did the child cry in the middle of the night, could it be that there were other people living in this yard? After listening to it for a long time, the crying did not stop, I was about to open the door and go out, remembering the old man's words, and went back again, and just sat on the bed, a soft thing rolled under my feet.

I was so scared that I jumped on the bed, turned on the flashlight, and saw that it was a sandbag.

A little girl's voice came from the darkness: "Uncle, can you play with me to throw sandbags?"

I'm furious, what the hell? Why is there a little girl in my house?

A pair of white sneakers from a little girl stepped into the aperture of my flashlight, and as soon as I lifted my flashlight up, I could see her.

However, I clutched the flashlight tightly, and my hands froze there, not daring to move, and my hands were covered with sweat.

The little girl took another step forward, her white stockings, spotlessly clean and dazzlingly white.

"Uncle, please, will you throw the sandbag over?" the little girl's coquettish voice.

This sound is distressing, I bent down to pick up the sandbag, and a voice said in my ear, don't pick it up!

But I couldn't help myself, so I bent down to pick up the sandbag and threw it to the door.

At this moment, there was a creak, and the door was opened.

The old man was at the door, leaning sideways, looking at me from the small door.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" said the old man.

I said, "Do you hear the kids crying, too? There's a little girl who wants to play with me throwing sandbags." ”

The old man walked into the back room, looked at me and said, "I told you that this yard is not clean, and you didn't play with her, did you?"

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, if it weren't for the old man suddenly opening the door and blocking the door, I would have really thrown the sandbag out.

"I'm glad you came just in time, what's the matter with the kid?" I said, wiping a cold sweat from my head.

The old man coughed and whispered, "The children who died in the village were thrown into the back mountains, and they have been like this for decades." ”

I wiped it, and the cold sweat came down again.

The old man patted me on the shoulder: "I thought about your young and yang, they didn't dare to come to you, but I didn't expect you to stop it." ”

"Is there a kid crying every night? and the girl playing with the punching bag?" I still have palpitations.

The old man smiled, took out half a pack of cigarettes, I hurriedly handed my cigarette up, helped him light it, he squinted his eyes, and took a puff.

"The little girl playing with the sandbag hasn't come out for a while, crying, but I come to make trouble every once in a while, and I'm used to it. ”

I remembered the dream I had just now, and asked the old man if there was a well in this yard.

The old man was stunned, looked at me and said, "How do you know?"

I said, "I had a dream that there was a face floating in the well, it was a boy in his 20s, with a mole on his chin and his eyebrows were broken, is there such a person in your village?"

The old man couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and the old man stammered for a long time: "Our village is no, no, a few decades ago, a Red Guard, who looked the same as you said, drowned in the well in the courtyard." ”

Before the old man could finish his sentence, I collapsed on the bed.