The village chief's behavior is strange everywhere.

For example, the evil coffin, this kind of thing, it stands to reason that it should be a secret of a village, and it will not be taken out to outsiders, but the village chief said it, he not only said it, but also took us to see the history of the village.

A village with only a few dozen households has a village history, which is quite strange to talk about.

The door of the archive room soon opened, and after the village chief entered, he went straight to an iron cabinet in the innermost, took out the key to open the cabinet, took out a notebook with a yellow cover, and walked out.

When the village chief walked up to us with a notebook, we saw that the outside of the notebook was covered with brown paper, so it looked very yellow, but the inside was fine, the paper was white, and it was completely unrecognizable, and it had been stored for decades.

"You see, here is the origin of the evil coffin!"

The village chief opened his notebook and pointed to a page of paper.

Wang Yiran leaned over to look at it for the first time, but just at a glance, a strange look appeared on his face.

A few of us also leaned over and quickly understood why Wang Yiran had this expression.

The handwriting on the paper was very clear, but embarrassingly, the words were written with a gel pen.

A few decades ago, there was gel pens?

"Village chief, how can I look like I wrote the history of your village recently?" Wang Yiran said with a hint of depression.

"Yes, this is my copy, and I can't show you the original!"

The village chief said as a matter of course, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the handwriting on it, "You see, the introduction above is very clear, there is an evil coffin by the Dongshan Lake, and it is ominous to touch!" ”

"What kind of place is Dongshan Lake?" Wang Yiran asked.

"The Dongshan Reservoir was built on the basis of Dongshan Lake, understand?" The village chief said.

"Village Chief, can you take us to see the evil coffin?" Qin Chang asked.

"No way!"

The village chief refused, shook the notebook in his hand and said: "It's all said above, it's ominous to touch, what is ominous to touch, it's just that if you touch it, you will die!" ”

"Aren't you dead?" Wang Yiran said.

"That's different, we're going to rebury the coffin! Besides, we're on offer! The village chief said as he shook his head.

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

"Don't need him to bring it, let's go see it ourselves!" Wang Yiran stared at the village chief and said.

"No way!"

The village chief stiffened his neck and said, "We just buried the coffin!" ”

"What if I have to go and see it?" Wang Yiran asked with a smile.

"Huh!"

The village chief and Wang Yiran looked at each other for a while, suddenly smiled, and said: "If you want to find death, then go, but after you die, don't come back to me!" ”

"Don't worry, I won't come back to you!" Wang Yiran threw down a sentence, gave us a look, and turned around and walked out.

A few of us didn't hesitate and followed Wang Yiran out.

The village chief didn't stop us, but stood in front of the office with his arms crossed, looking at us coldly.

"Mom, I think this village chief is very familiar!"

When he walked out of the gate of the village, Candy lay in Chu Siyu's ear and whispered.

His voice is not too big or too small, just enough for us to hear, but not too far.

"You feel that way, too?" I asked.

"Hmm!"

Candy nodded his little head, crawled from behind Chu Siyu to the front of him, nestled in Chu Siyu's arms, and said, "That village chief has a very familiar smell!" ”

After speaking, he thought about it again and said, "Not only the village chief, but also the smell of those villagers, I also feel very familiar!" ”

"The smell of the villagers is also familiar!" I pinched my chin and fell into deep thought, thinking about the people I had been in contact with in the recent past, but no matter how much I thought, I just couldn't remember.

"What's the matter with that Gu worm you released?" Qin Chang asked at this time.

"Missing!"

With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Zhang Zhaoguang glanced back at the vermilion gate of the village and said, "Gu worm Lianxin, I can feel that the sub-Gu I released is still alive, but I just can't feel where it is!" There are masters in the village! ”

"Lao Zhao is right, there are masters in the village!"

Wang Yiran said as he walked: "Something is wrong with that village chief, and there is nothing wrong with that cold blind man!" ”

"What do you feel?" I asked.

"I don't know!"

Wang Yiran shook his head and said, "Anyway, something is wrong!" ”

As we spoke, we left the village.

During the whole process, not a single villager came out to stop it.

But what I wonder about is not this, it's still the problem, there is no popularity in the village.

More than a dozen villagers came back before, and it stands to reason that now that it's time for dinner, there should be some movement in the village, at the very least, the chimney should be smoking, right?

But there was still no movement.

It was about the same time as when we came, and the village was terriblely quiet.

The villagers were as if they were all dead.

The strangest thing is that there is no poultry in the village.

People in rural areas, especially old men and ladies, like to raise some poultry such as chickens, ducks, geese and dogs.

But in this village, we haven't seen a single chicken or dog.

This situation is very bizarre.

After leaving the village, we drove about a mile east when a reservoir appeared in front of us.

There are trees planted around the reservoir, and due to the season, many of the trees have no greenery, and it looks a little sluggish.

On the side of the reservoir, there is a simple brick house, which is used to see the reservoir.

Over the years, people drowned in the reservoir every year, so the people of the village built a simple house here to watch the reservoir and prevent children from coming to bathe.

On the day of the incident, Zheng Laosan was here to see the reservoir.

After Wang Yiran finished his introduction, he pointed to a place on the west side of the brick house.

It was a depression, forty or fifty meters from the brick house.

"Look at that, the evil coffin that the village chief said should be under that depression!" Wang Yiran said.

In fact, we don't need to say it, we can see it.

In that place, there are more than ten paper ash circles, large and small.

In the center of the ash circle is some tribute.

This should have been left by the villagers just now.

These villagers not only buried the coffin again, but also burned paper here to make offerings.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" I thought about it and said.

No one objected.

After walking in, we saw it more clearly.

There are a total of nine ash circles, which just enclose the tribute in the middle.

When we walked to the ash circle, I shivered inexplicably, and a chill ran down my clothes, which irritated me with goosebumps.

I looked at Qin Chang and Wang Yiran, and their reactions were similar to mine, especially Wang Yiran, who had goosebumps on his back and neck.

"Something is wrong here!" I said.