One May afternoon, the sky was blue and the sun shone brightly on every corner of the earth.

The breeze is light, and the turquoise wheat fields exude an early summer scent.

A woman hurried over to the field. She wore an elegant outfit that did not correspond to the customs of the country. Although she wore a veil on her face, her beautiful eyes and gentle expression made people know at a glance that she was a well-bred woman from the city.

She took the night express train from Dongzhou to Hetang Town on the Donglai Peninsula, and then changed to a horse-drawn carriage to reach a small village called Dayu. When I arrived at Dayu Village, I took a short rest, left my luggage there, and walked out.

Her expression and pace are not as leisurely as ordinary tourists. She kept her eyes wide open, looking left and right from time to time, sometimes pausing for a moment of contemplation, as if searching for something.

She came to a stop near the fork in the road and carefully surveyed the nearby terrain. There were seven or eight big trees on the side of the road, enclosing in a semicircle, and there was a crumbling and dilapidated house under the tree.

"Ah, this is it!"

She flew to the hut. In front of the room, he was stunned. "Ah, what a ......"

As if ghosts and demons had suddenly appeared in front of her, her face suddenly turned pale and her whole body trembled.

It turned out that on the dilapidated door panel of the small house, a crooked circle was engraved, and a crooked "Huang" character was engraved in the circle, and an arrow and a number "9" were engraved underneath. This seems to be a special marker pattern, and it is a bit old, faintly appearing, and it is difficult to make out without looking closely.

"Why is my girlhood picture in such a place?" Her thoughts flashed and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Huang" is the first word of her name, Huangfu Xiunan. Huangfu Xiunan was a girl, and she liked to use this special name to write letters to familiar friends. In order to avoid imitation by others, she deliberately designed her name to show her difference.

But fourteen years have passed since she got married, and she has never used this pictorial name again.

If it's an envelope picked up on the road, or a girlhood on a piece of paper, it's still considered possible. But the fact that such a large name appeared on the door of this country cottage required careful study.

Huangfu Xiunan opened a women's clothing store in a town called Baisha City on the eastern coast of Dongzhou. Although she was married, she is divorced from her husband and now lives a single life. One day, she and the seamstress in the shop went to the cinema to see a movie, and that day a film called "The Legend of Dongrae" was screened.

When there is a scene on the screen, under seven or eight large trees arranged in a semicircle on the side of the road, there is a crumbling hut, and the broken door of the hut is clearly painted with the special name she used when she was a girl. She couldn't help but scream. Although it was only a few seconds, that scene was deeply imprinted in Huangfu Xiunan's mind. And when I think about it, I have a surprise that borders on horror.

So, she entrusted a private detective, Zhu Lei, to investigate the origin of this incident.

Soon, Zhu Lei gave her an investigation report:

I took the train from Dongzhou to Donglai in the evening and got off at Hetang Station the next morning. Transfer to a horse-drawn carriage to Dayu Village. After lunch, we walked along the village challenge road and climbed the first ramp, at the end of which there were seven or eight large trees in a semicircle near the fork in the road, and under the trees there was an old house. It seems to have been used as a shelter for road builders, shepherds, or campers, and it is old and badly damaged, and it does have your girlhood signature on the door, but it's a little blurry.

The movie "The Legend of Dongnae" was filmed on location last September, so someone must have drawn your signature before filming the location. But it is impossible to find out who did the prank, let alone why he did it.

Anyway, I saw with my own eyes that your signature was literally drawn on the door.

Although Huangfu Xiunan carefully studied the report of the private detective, he was still full of doubts, and in order to find out the truth, he came here in person.

"It's really my signature ......, but I've never been here, who did the prank? Why is my signature drawn here? There must be something wrong with this. ”

Huangfu Xiunan was talking to himself while trying to calm himself down.

She cautiously looked around the room, but found no second signature, and wanted to see what was going on inside the room, so she mustered up the courage and pushed the door open.

It was pitch black in the room. From the strong sunlight, I suddenly entered a pitch black environment, and I couldn't see anything for a while. An indescribable stench came from the inside, making people sick. She thought the smell was caused by the lack of air circulation that had been closed for too long, so she stayed at the door for a few more moments to let the air from outside the house in.

Soon, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She had the courage to walk in, and only took two steps, when she felt that she was stepping on a soft thing, and squatted down to take a closer look, and couldn't help but scream.

There was a male corpse lying on the ground, his right wrist had been broken, and the bandage that had bandaged the wound had been loosened.

Huangfu Xiunan was so frightened that his soul did not possess his body, and his limbs did not obey the call, and he knelt on the ground.

After a long time, she calmed down, lifted her spirits, and began to carefully observe the corpse. The corpse was leaning against a stool, its gray hair was disheveled, its face was full of white beard, its skin and lips had turned purple, and it was wearing a coarse cloth jacket and trousers, which looked like an old local farmer.

A roll of paper was placed next to the corpse. Huangfu Xiunan picked it up and opened it with a trembling hand, and couldn't help but scream again.

It was a horrific picture painted in crimson paint: four women crucified on four crosses. Each woman had unkempt hair and an expression of extreme pain, with her mouth open, her teeth bared, and her eyes open, as if she was struggling and wailing ....... Seeing this picture, Huangfu Xiunan was almost frightened and fainted.

Suddenly, her face turned pale when her eyes fell on one of the four women.

This woman was crucified and appeared to be in more pain than the other three. His body was twisted, and his clothes were tattered from the struggle. More obviously, on the wood above the head of the cross, the word "Huangfu" is engraved.

Huangfu Xiunan almost lost her mind. With a scream, he rushed out the door. Unfortunately, he tripped over a rock, fell to the ground, and fainted.

I don't know how long it took for Huangfu Xiunan to come to his senses. She turned out to be a very strong-willed woman, and more than ten years of difficulties and sorrows have honed her character to be stronger than a man. After composing herself a little, she turned back to her room, picked up the picture, and examined it more closely.