In a remote village, there are more than a dozen low wooden houses scattered among the fields, the sun has set, the night sky is moonless, and the sky is suddenly dark.

There was no one in the wilderness, and the villagers did not light their lights, and could only see the dark shadows of the village huts from a distance on the path.

The night is extremely quiet, in early spring, the dead trees are not green, the insects and birds have not come out, only the cold wind swaying the shadows of the trees nearby can occasionally make a little sound.

At this time, a young cobbler walked alone on the village road with a bamboo basket on his back. The cobbler was not from this area, he made a living by wandering, mending shoes and sharpening kitchen knives.

"Sure enough, it's still so cold at night! The cobbler wrapped himself in a somewhat short coat and hastened his pace towards the distant village.

But when I came to the village, the doors of the villagers were already closed. Just as the cobbler hesitated to knock on the door, he turned his head to see a faint candle flickering on a small hill not far away.

"Ah, that's great!" said the cobbler, overjoyed, and walked in the direction of the candle flame.

After passing through a dead forest and walking through a not too steep mountain road, the cobbler came to the wooden house. It was brightly lit and seemed to have many candles burning.

The shoemaker knocked on the door and whispered, "Master, the contemptible man is a sojourner, and he has traveled so far at night, and has nowhere to stay, so I wonder if he can spend the night in your mansion?"

When the shoemaker finished, there was no response in the house, and no movement was heard. The shoemaker thought that the owner of the house did not want to stay overnight, so he turned around in frustration and was about to leave. At this moment, there was a sudden creak of the wooden door opening behind him.

The shoemaker was overjoyed, and immediately looked back, and saw a beautiful woman in a white mourning dress, with her knees closed, sitting on the ground by the door.

"If you don't like it, you are welcome to stay in the Humble House. The woman said respectfully, with a sad look on her face.

The shoemaker looked at the woman stupidly, and replied half a beat late, "Thank you, thank you." ”

"Please come in!"

The shoemaker entered the house, and as expected, the body of a young man was parked in the main hall, surrounded by candles. The shoemaker glanced at the man's face, and seemed to feel a little familiar, but he didn't look much for fear of breaking the taboo.

"When did Tsunoo die?" asked the shoemaker, putting down the bamboo basket on his back, rubbing his shoulders.

"Three days ago. ”

"It's really sad! Life and death are predestined, and you don't have to be too sad. By the way, is there anyone else in the family? Why are you alone here?"

"Nope. My husband and I had eloped here, and there was no one else in the house. The woman spoke with a crying voice.

"Ah, that's what a pain for you. ”

"After a tiring journey, you better go to the bedroom with me first, rest early, and hurry tomorrow." ”

"Okay, there's Miss Lao. ”

The shoemaker picked up the basket and followed the woman to a small bedroom to light the candles. The shoemaker found that there was nothing but a single bed and a modest bedside table, as if it had been built for outsiders. The shoemaker wondered how few people had such rooms in their homes.

"You can rest here. ”

"Okay, trouble. ”

After the woman left, the shoemaker put the basket, took off her coat, blew out the candle and went to bed. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the shoemaker saw the woman weeping alone in the dark room. Although reason can help people curb evil behavior, it is difficult to curb evil thoughts.

The shoemaker unconsciously began to think about how to get the woman in his hands and how to indulge in sex with her. Soon, the shoemaker fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the shoemaker opened his eyes, only to find himself in horror lying in the coffin where the corpse was parked in the lobby, surrounded by pitch black.

The shoemaker immediately got up and fled quickly outside the house. As soon as I left the house, I didn't walk a few steps, but I saw a figure standing under the soft moonlight. The shoemaker hurried towards the man, and when he looked at it, he screamed and broke out in a cold sweat. The man turned out to be the corpse from before.

The shoemaker crawled and fled into the distance, but heard the man's cry from behind: "Get out of here!

The shoemaker thought to himself, isn't he leaving, why should he be reminded? Thinking of this, the shoemaker suddenly realized that he was dreaming.

When he opened his eyes again, the shoemaker found himself still lying on the bed in the bedroom. Immediately, he took a long breath of relief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

At this moment, a sudden sound came from the rest of the room, as if someone was banging on the bed board with both hands and feet.

The shoemaker was worried that something would happen to the woman, so he lit the candle, put on his coat, and walked slowly along with the sound. When he passed through the main hall, all the candles were extinguished, and the shoemaker did not dare to look into the coffin, and when he walked through a long corridor, the shoemaker found a deep staircase leading into the dark underground, from which the sound came.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The shoemaker swallowed, and then slowly walked down to the ground in fear.

The further down I went, the clearer the sound became, and it seemed to knock on the shoemaker's heart.

"Hey——, anyone?" the shoemaker kept his voice to a minimum, lest someone farther away might hear it.

But no one answered, and the knocking continued.

Finally, the shoemaker reached the basement and saw a bright light shoot out of a crack in a door, casting it on the ground.

It was clear that the voice was coming from that room.

The shoemaker held his breath with a candle in his hand and quietly walked towards the room. Arriving at the door, the shoemaker breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed the door open. The scene inside is reflected in the eyes of the shoemaker. The shoemaker slowly opened his mouth and widened his eyes, and the candle fell to the ground.

At that moment, the shoemaker recalled something......

A few days ago, the shoemaker was mending the shoes of a doctor at a medical clinic in a town not far from here. The doctor was also a young man, and the two talked a lot. From the conversation, the shoemaker understood that the young doctor was a good, warm-hearted man.

After repairing his shoes, he was about to leave, but two middle-aged peasants in shabby clothes rushed to the infirmary, saying that many people in the village were suffering from strange diseases, and begged the young doctor to go and treat them quickly.

The young doctor didn't say a word, but after a little tidying up, he followed the two peasants.

And the young doctor was the corpse that had been lying in the main hall before.

............

"You are indeed a good person, and you don't forget to remind me when you die. It's a pity I didn't remember you sooner. The shoemaker smiled bitterly at the horrific sight in the room.

I saw that in the room illuminated by candlelight, blood was splashed everywhere on the walls and floor. The cabinet against the wall was filled with glass bottles of human limbs and organs, soaked in a transparent and viscous liquid.

A bed made of solid iron brackets, a monster that looks like a piece of different limbs, is firmly tied to the bed by iron chains. The monster had no mouth, three eyes of different sizes scattered across its face, and it was now struggling in extreme pain, banging on the bed.

An old man with spotted hair, covered in blood and with a sharp knife in his hand, was splicing the monster's nose as the shoemaker pushed the door open.

On the side, the beautiful woman from before was delivering tools to the old man.

At this moment, however, the old man and the woman turned to look at the shoemaker at the same time, and a strange smile appeared on their faces.

A scream pierced the quiet night sky of the village, heading farther towards Edgeworth......

............

Yuxinling, Yazi will be nameless, Ziyuan, Zhao Tianxing, and the three of them will be summoned. And handed them a letter asking for help.

"This is an official letter for help from Ziyang Town, Zhongshan State. The letter said that something strange had happened in the village on the border between the town and the country of Zhuyan, and that all the villagers there had mysteriously disappeared half a month ago. They were sent out, and none of the people who went to investigate returned. They were worried that something unusual was going to happen, so they turned to Edgeworth for help. The swordsmen are not here now, so you go to help with the investigation, and come back as soon as possible if you are in danger. ”

"Yes!"

The three of them received the order, packed their bags, and set off towards Ziyang Town......