I reached out to take a look at it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBrother Qiang grabbed my clothes and dragged me back a few steps, "I'll come." "I know that Brother Qiang is better than me in his own skills, and this is protecting me.

The cabinet door creaked open, and suddenly a pile of stuff poured out of it. I was startled and ran backwards. The moment I lifted the curtain, I saw a few reunions of baggage rolling out of it. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I might be too nervous.

Brother Qiang was also taken aback by this mass of things, this mass of baggage was all white, but what made people's hearts furious was that the baggage was stained with blood. Although the blood stains have been on it for a while, no matter how you look at it, you can feel that there is something shady in the cabinet.

The door of the cabinet was still half-open, and the inside was dim and dark enough to be seen from our vantage point. Brother Qiang pulled open the wooden door and rolled something out of it, but this time it startled us. Because this time it was a human head that rolled out.

The head was covered with gray hair, like a sarcoma overgrown with weeds, and it could be seen that it was an old man. There was a certain amount of corruption, but strangely enough we didn't smell anything since we entered the house.

I know that since we have been cursed, our noses have gradually lost the smell of this strange scent, as if we could not smell our own scent, but in the eyes of others, we have a lot of smell.

"That monster did it? What are you doing hiding your head? Brother Qiang stretched out his foot and kicked it. The skull spun in a half-circle, one eye closed, and the other stared at me closely.

I felt a little uncomfortable with staring at this, standing in a different position, but what made me even more furious was that this eye seemed to be still staring at me. It was a strange feeling, and even though the eye showed no signs of moving, it looked strangely at my position.

Brother Qiang stretched out his foot and kicked it again, and rolled his whole head around a few times and rolled under a table, "I can't stand it when I look at me so old, I'm dead, and I want to find a place to cushion my back." ”

I was standing in a completely different position from Brother Qiang, but his words made my heart even colder, and the whole person felt hairy, and hurriedly urged Brother Qiang to pull another cabinet door open.

Qiang Ge pulled the cabinet door, and finally all of them were opened. The cabinet is full of burdens, piled up in a mess. I think this old woman should be a neat man, and this should not be the case in the cabinet. It seems to have been turned over, and then piled up horizontally and vertically and put a human head in it.

Brother Qiang grabbed the wooden stick on the side and picked out the baggage one by one. In a moment the ground had formed a small pile, blocking the head of the man who was staring at us, and half of my heart had been hanging from it.

But a wooden board under the cabinet was lifted up and tilted crookedly. The old man reached out and dragged the plank out, and it turned out that there was also a hidden compartment under the cabinet.

I looked over and saw only a few frames at the bottom, "This is a tradition of the villagers?" ”

The old man picked up the photo frames, and several of the outer layers of glass had been broken, and it could be seen that most of them were old photos, "The murderer is for these photos, and there are a few missing inside." ”

I looked down and saw that several of the frames were damaged to varying degrees, but only a few of them were missing photos. Brother Qiang glanced down at the human head, as if he was afraid that it would roll around on its own, "We haven't seen it before, how do we know which ones are missing." ”

The old man stood up, holding a piece of broken glass in his hand, and put it in front of me, "We've seen this photo, but this is the one missing." ”

Many people may not have the experience of pressing photos under glass, if they are pressed under glass for many years, in a slightly humid environment, the photos will stick to the glass, and it is difficult to tear them off. Even if you tear it off, you will be left with a layer that you can see about what is on it.

That's the case with this photo, but unfortunately, the evidence left behind is only a piece of broken glass, and the photo is just a small corner. But just this corner made me think about what this picture looks like.

We have seen this photo in the cabinet of Sanwa's house before, that is, there is a monster in the corner of the background, or Wei standing there.

"Could it be that the monster took the picture away?" the old man squatted down and looked through it carefully, but in the end he found nothing, but fortunately we had already judged which photo it was.

Brother Qiang stretched out his head and looked in a few more times, and there was a wooden board under the cabinet, but it should be close to the ground.

"Judging from the motive for the crime, there is only that monster. "I wanted to squat down and look at the broken glass, and when I was half-squatting, I saw that the human head was staring at me, and I felt a fur in my heart, "Why don't we go to Sanwa's house to see if the photo is still there." If not, the eight achievements were done by that monster. Let's not delay here, call Ultraman to help us get it done. ”

A few of us walked out of the yard, and I thought that there was a secret passage of tomb bricks in the well of Sanwa's house, and I knew if there was also one in the well of this old woman. I just walked over and looked.

I have to say that this dead old woman is a person who cleans up very neatly, and the one-meter-diameter wellhead is also covered with a straw curtain. But it's this kind of hidden thing that makes me feel weird in my heart.

How could a person who is very neat in everything strive for perfection do such a thing as covering the wellhead a little confused, but only cover more than half of it. Is this for the convenience of getting water, and there is no need to lift the lid repeatedly?

I went over and kicked it, and I took a step back. Seeing that there was no movement, he stretched out his head to look. But by this time the sky was already dark, and the things in the well could not be seen clearly, but I vaguely felt that there seemed to be something inside.

I dug through my flashlight in my bag and shone it in, almost turning over and planting myself inside. There was a headless corpse floating in the well, and it was supposed to be an elderly woman dressed in costumes.

The old man stretched out his head and looked at it twice, "What a big hatred this is, I have to divide people's bodies and throw them into the well." The old man turned around and looked around, and said, "This is not the first scene, and neither is the inside of the house." Who was so kind, although he killed someone and divided the body, and finally transported the body back from afar. ”

I stood side by side with the old man, and Cong Shuya was across from us. The wall of the well she saw was at our feet, "This is the first scene, the old man should have been killed, and all the blood was poured into the well." There are many blood stains on the walls of the well under your feet. ”

I turned around halfway around and saw that the round stone was stained with blood clots that had dried black and purple.

Although it was only late in the evening, I always felt as if an eye was on us. Whoever this old man offended, he dragged it up like a chicken to cut off the arteries in his body, poured all the blood into the well, and had to divide the corpse and hide his head.

This picture is too miserable, people live to the age of ancient times, and they have to endure such fear when they die, which is too inhumane.

Looking at the headless corpse, I suddenly thought of a question: "Is it true that everyone is dead and the blood is put in the well?" ”