Others say that there must be a reason for nothing.

Zhao Zihao wouldn't say this for no reason, but his appearance was obvious, and he didn't want to continue.

I drank a little and looked at him with some seriousness.

He avoided my gaze, and the look on his face made me embarrassed to ask any more.

But Zhao Zihao paid attention to the people around him and found that no one was looking at him, so he lowered his voice and told me.

"I heard from my grandmother that eight students had died at this school. The eight students were buried underground. ”

My eyes widened as I listened to his words.

What is this operation?

Let's not talk about how the student died, since it is a school in this village, it should be all children in this village.

Since it is a child in the village, there should be an ancestral grave.

Why are they not buried in their own ancestral graves, but in this school?

"This matter is very complicated, and I can't tell you clearly for a while, you go to my house tonight, I'll sort it out, and then tell you about it. Don't drink too much, I'm afraid you'll get drunk at night, and you won't be able to hear what I'm saying. ”

After Zhao Zihao finished saying this, he left the willow tree.

I stood there looking at Zhang Xiaotao, and the two of them were speechless for a while, looking at each other.

Naturally, he didn't know about these things, because Zhao Zihao said that his grandparents didn't like to chew their tongues.

I rarely share it with him.

"I've never heard of it, I'm going to go tonight, I have long thought that something strange has happened in this school, otherwise it would not have been abandoned for so long." Zhang Xiaotao touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

I nodded, and I knew he wasn't gossiping, but that kind of exploratory mentality.

The party was drunk until the middle of the night, and I found an excuse to say that I was not feeling well and left first.

Zhang Xiaotao and I sneaked to Zhao Zihao's house, his grandparents had already passed away, and now he is the only one who lives.

We're talking about the school here, and it's going to be more hidden, and the villagers have drunk too much tonight, so I don't think anyone will come to eavesdrop.

"It's a note I put together in the early years, and I'm curious to know what's going on at school, especially the eight kids."

Zhao Zihao put a thick notebook in front of me, and after opening the notebook, I followed the timeline and looked back.

Twenty years ago, the school was on the verge of closure.

Because there are not many students here, most of the children follow their parents who have left the city to work.

Most of those who stayed in the village did not even have the opportunity to study because their parents did not earn money in the city.

Although the school does not charge high teaching fees, it is necessary to pay for ordinary books and meals with the children.

The rest of the children who studied in school were all parents who earned some money in the city, but it was not enough to pay for studying in the city, so they stayed in the village.

Slowly, the children who could study in the village became the rich people in the village, and the school became a noble school as a matter of course.

The notes recorded that it was summer, and it was obviously the day of summer vacation, but because the junior high school students were preparing to take the high school entrance examination in the city, everyone spontaneously stayed in school to review.

It was this move that killed them.

"I checked, and the day they died was the 14th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the day when the yin qi is the heaviest. The door of ghosts is wide open, and many people will think of the theory of ghosts and gods, but I think someone did it on purpose. ”

Zhao Zihao pointed to the days in the notebook, and there were red circles next to the notes, circled eight names.

"These eight names are the eight children, and they all have one thing in common, which is the date of their birth."

Because Zhao Zihao wanted to find out about this matter, he deliberately asked every household, and finally came up with the answer that the birth dates of the eight children were all on the Qingming Festival or the Double Ninth Festival.

These two festivals are traditional Chinese festivals.

In the past, the so-called Spring and Autumn Festival referred to these two festivals.

"But this doesn't mean that someone did it on purpose, do you know how these eight children died?" I looked at Zhao Zihao suspiciously.

Zhao Zihao looked at me and Zhang Xiaotao, lowered his voice and said softly: "Food poisoning." ”

What?!

Food poisoning?

"But here's the problem, there were nearly 200 children who made up classes at school that day. So I didn't understand why these eight children were poisoned. Moreover, the school has a cafeteria, and the aunt in the cafeteria is also from the village, so she should know very well which kind of food in the village will make people uncomfortable, or even poisoned. ”

Zhao Zihao's face changed suddenly, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

I was also speechless all of a sudden, he made a lot of sense, and I couldn't refute it or find a new question to ask him.

Zhang Xiaotao looked at Zhao Zihao a little confused: "What about that aunt later?" ”

"I heard that she died, and she also had food poisoning."

？？？

What does that mean?

Did you kill yourself knowing that you had done something wrong?

Still is......

Wrong!

Wait a minute!

A white light flashed in my head, and it shouldn't be that simple.

If Zhao Zihao's reasoning is correct, then there should be a bigger game.

"Did you find any other useful clues?" I asked Zhao Zihao.

He seems to be quite concerned about this matter, and he knows a lot of things, and it is estimated that we can gain a lot by following him in the past few days, and we will take fewer detours.

He shook his head: "Everything I know is in this notebook, and there are some rumors in the village that say that one person dies every year, and dies in the school." But these are all rural legends, and I don't know if they are suitable for you. ”

I nodded.

Even if that's all there is, today's gains are big enough.

And these things are not so difficult to sort out, the timeline or something, Zhao Zihao has already helped us sort it out, as long as I follow the content on the note, I guess the problem is not big.

"Can I take this thing with me?"

He shook his head: "It's better not to, there are not many literate people in the village, and they all know what I write." I am the village secretary. ”

I looked at Zhao Zihao a little surprised, he was young, twenty-five years old, and he was already the secretary of the village?

"You can either take a picture with your phone so that you can use it whenever you want to check it, they don't believe in these things, and if you do, I hope you can succeed."