Chapter 2 I returned to Shanhe Village in 1928
"Where did Wei Tianci go?"
I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of water, thinking hard about this question, a funeral procession that appeared at midnight took Wei Tianci and disappeared into thin air.
A little hot and irritable, I grabbed the round discus in the box casually, and immediately a cold welled up from the discus and poured into my palm, suppressing the anxiety and dry heat in my body, and I felt a lot more comfortable.
"Bleak purgatory, my feast, so perverted, I like it!"
I looked at the words on the discus in my hand and couldn't help but read them out of my mouth.
Knock knock knock...... Boom...... Boom...... Bang......
Suddenly, there was a loud noise overhead, startling me, I looked at the time, twelve o'clock, the couple upstairs was about to start again, and sure enough, two minutes later, the loud music sounded, followed by a man's voice:
“O
e two ! O
e two th
ee fou
! Hey Ah Ah You're my baby, I want you to taste faint, baby baby, let's have a toast, it's your favorite ace of spades......"
Accompanied by the man's singing, there was also a woman's penetrating voice shouting "Thank you Lao Tie, thank you Lao Tie for your ......"
The couple started to do live broadcasts at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night every day, singing, dancing and sometimes screaming.
I was irritable and couldn't stand it anymore, so I put down the discus in my hand and got up quickly, opened the door and walked out, took a few steps upstairs, and knocked on the door fiercely.
"What? What's the matter?! ”
A big, oily-haired man opened the door, and at first glance I wished I was blind: the face was covered with white powder, his eyebrows were painted, his nose was highlighted and shadowed, and he was wearing lipstick. The problem is that the attitude is extremely bad.
"What are you doing, I didn't see what time it was, and the wolf was crying in the middle of the night."
"Who do you say wolf cry ghost howl, you say who wolf cry ghost howl, do you love to sleep or not, get out of ......"
The man reached out and pushed me, and then the door was about to close, and I only felt irritable in my heart, and the anger came up, and kicked open the door that he was about to close.
I don't know where this strength came from, this thing was surrounded by the strength of the door, and he took seven or eight steps back, hit the coffee table, and sat on the ground.
This product was angry, stood up and rushed to the door, it seemed that he wanted to fight with me, although I was about the same height as him, but his fat body is estimated to be enough to hit me, especially on this hot day to tear up a sweat, I really don't bother to get him, but look at the appearance of this goods today is to be with me.
"Stop!"
I pointed at him and shouted angrily, but I didn't expect the thing to really stand still, and then looked at me blankly.
The woman in the room also looked frightened, and she also stood next to me and looked at me with her mouth open.
I was also a little confused, just now, it seemed that there was an inexplicable heat in my body that turned into some kind of power in an instant, and it was released with my roar.
I remembered the abilities that had appeared inexplicably during this time, and the book that had fallen from my desk when I woke up from a dream.
"Turn off the music, turn off the lights and go to bed!"
I stared into the man's eyes and said word by word.
He nodded at me, immediately went in and turned off the computer, turned off the lights, and then went into the bedroom and didn't come out, and the woman followed, and the two of them actually went in to sleep, ignoring me who was still standing at the door, and even forgot that the door was not closed.
I closed the door and turned to go downstairs and back to my room.
After returning to the room, I still couldn't calm down for a long time: what is the situation, I controlled a person to listen to me?
Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the round discus on the table, and at this time, there was a faint dark red mist on the discus, which looked weird and abnormal, and then grabbed it in his hand, feeling that the coldness on it was a little bigger.
Bleak purgatory, my feast.
There is indeed an inexplicable weirdness and perversion in these eight words, like the inner monologue of a murderous demon.
"Shanhe Village, the midnight funeral team, it's good to see it with your own eyes."
I clutched the discus and muttered to myself.
As soon as the words fell, I felt that it was dark in front of me, and then I felt a gust of wind blowing, and when I looked closely, I found that I had been in a dark street at some point.
At the same time, the mournful music played by the horn and suona sounded in the ears, and there was a group of people whimpering and crying.
I subconsciously ducked behind the sign in front of the shop next to the street, and looked around while staring at the funeral procession that was slowly approaching.
There are low shops and bungalows all around, there is no building, there are no street lights, and there is a full moon in the sky, which illuminates the surroundings brightly enough, and the shop behind me has the words "Wanfenglong Silver Trumpet" written on it.
Mom, what kind of place is this, what era is it? How did I get here?
At this time, I can already be sure that it is related to the round discus in my hand, in fact, this is not the first time this kind of thing, but I have been holding the round discus in my hand before, thinking about going to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then I found that I was already in the kitchen, this kind of short-distance crossing, I have never been like this.
At this time, the funeral procession was getting closer and closer to me, and I could clearly see that in front of this funeral procession, there was a tall and thin young man in his twenties, wearing a straight robe, and now it was actually very hot, I was already sweating in the corner, but this person was dressed like this, which was somewhat wrong.
But that's not the point, the point is the funeral procession behind him, everyone is so strange, when I rubbed my eyes and looked closely, I realized that it was actually a group of paper people walking on the road.
I saw this man walking in front step by step with his hands behind his back, and behind him, a group of moving paper figures followed, some of these paper figures carried the papier-mâché coffin, some held the papier-mâché gongs and drums suona, and made the action of beating the gongs and drumming suona, and some covered their faces, and some beat their chests as if they were crying, but there was no sound, only the friction sound of the paper.
When they passed the street in front of me, I saw that the man was wearing a new black brocade robe, and his expression was sad and resentful, and when he walked to a shop two shops separated from me from the shop where I was hiding, he stopped, faced the shop, and then raised his right hand to the shop, and at the same time, all the paper figures behind him also stopped, and all of them made more vigorous movements towards the shop, beating gongs, drumming, suona, and crying.
Soon, someone came out of the shop, a short old man in clothes, who seemed to be about to scold, but when he looked at the paper figures standing in front of him, he was dumbfounded, and he couldn't speak with his mouth open.
The man took out a talisman and put his hand on the old man's chest, the old man did not move, the man waved his hand, turned around and left, the funeral party composed of paper figures followed behind him, and at the back of the line, the old man also followed.
I was about to go up and have a look, but a very old woman came out of the shop and stood in the doorway to watch, and then the funeral procession disappeared into thin air in the middle of the night.
The woman screamed and ran back into the house, slamming the door shut, and I hid in the corner, covered in sweat.
What I saw was the incident recorded in the notes of "Mountains and Rivers"? One night in August 1928, at midnight, a funeral procession took Wei Tianci?
So in other words, I went back to Shanhe Village in 1928?