This came suddenly, and I quickly looked down at my feet, only to find that there was nothing at my feet. I lifted my trouser leg and saw that there was no obvious scar on the painful place just now, but the pain continued, so I reached out and found that the back of my foot and neck, inexplicably two fingers apart, felt obvious pain when I touched the skin.

I'm wondering what the hell is going on, is it because my nerves aren't in harmony? But soon the pain was gone, leaving me crouched on the ground, puzzled.

The young man saw that I was squatting and not leaving, so he turned his head and asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, because I really didn't know what to say, so I stood up and had a chance to take a closer look at their "dorm".

This is a typical southern dwelling, the whole house is in the shape of a courtyard house, but there are houses on only three sides, and the remaining side is a wall with only one door. In the middle is a small ball, and there is a well in the corner of the courtyard, but it is said that it has been backfilled with dry water and then sealed. In the courtyard, some ropes are pulled horizontally, and the washed clothes of the educated youths are hung on them. Judging from the style of clothes, there are men and women, indicating that this dormitory is a mixed state. It's just that there were several people living in each room, and the social atmosphere at that time was relatively strict, so there must have been no such things that violated customs. The house is a single-story structure, and on the outer wall of one of the houses is written "Fight local tyrants, fight inferior gentry, and divide the land!" slogan. The rooms have wooden doors, but the windows are carved wood. There are some traditional Chinese story patterns engraved on it, such as "Returning the Plum with a Peach", "Zhang Liang Picking Up Shoes", "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Twenty-four Filial Piety" and other patterns, but I noticed that almost all the characters in the carving have no heads.

It's not so much that there is no head, but that the head has been knocked out or dug up. Under the ideological trend of the Great Revolution, these old things came from the cancer of feudal society and were stumbling blocks on the road of socialism, which would be eradicated one by one. Moreover, the traces of the fracture surface are still relatively new, indicating that it has not been for long, and it is not clear that it was done by a certain educated youth who currently lives here. When I thought of this, I secretly decided to be careful not to let anyone but this young man find out who I am.

Judging from the antique window carvings and the style of the arches at the corner of the eaves, this small courtyard should have existed in the local area for at least a hundred years, and in the past, it could be regarded as a large family in the village. Judging from the slogan on the wall, this house should have been forcibly occupied during the land reform period, that is, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. However, judging from the degree of ruin, it seems that no one has lived here for many years, and even the wires on the walls are temporarily new.

After entering the house, my idea was confirmed, because there were still printed paintings on the walls that had been torn off but not torn clean, and judging from the style of the paintings, they were also products of the pre-liberation period. In the house of the male intellectual, there is always a strange smell, like the smell of fart, mixed with the smell of feet. The bed is also messy, which is a world away from a girl. I have been to Ji You'an's house before, and I have also walked to the door of Meng Dongxue's room, the inside is all clean and clean, and there is an indescribable fragrance in the air. Even the hall where I slept looked much cleaner than the dormitory for young men.

The young man pointed to the bed by the door and said to me that this was his bed, and that night he had slept here when he saw the female ghost in levitation. I looked closely, and his bed was against the outer wall, and on the wall was the carved window. So I asked him if he had closed the window when he was awakened by a female ghost at night, when he went to bed that night. He said no, because the weather was starting to get hotter and it would be easier to open the windows. While the other intellectuals were all working, I lit a stick of incense at the bedside and let the smoke drift away, looking for the air inlet and outlet of the room.

The smoke was directed towards the door, but at the end of the window was a window, indicating that the window in the young man's bed was indeed the main passage for air to enter. And in the meantime, maybe it's possible to bring something else into the house. So I asked him, did you reach out and touch her body when you sent that female ghost home that night? The young man thought for a moment and said, it seemed that he had only reached out to help her down the hill when he had helped her downhill, and nothing else seemed to have happened. I asked him again, did you feel different when you were holding her?

The young man shook his head and said that he didn't feel it, and it didn't touch his skin directly, but through his clothes, and he didn't feel anything special. I asked again, what kind of texture was that dress? He said that it looked like an ordinary red fabric, but it was a little soft to the touch, and it was more like a scarf. I nodded and made it clear, since this female ghost had appeared in this room, there must still be some traces of its presence in this room, so I asked the young man to fill me with a bowl of water, and I began to practice the water method of circular light.

I think that the young man in front of me had never seen these techniques before, so he opened his mouth slightly and stared intently, as if very curious. So I also began to be a little proud, obviously can be completed at once, I flare is bar the charm waved a few large circles on the chest, and the mouth is still humming, looking mysterious. After the charm burned out in the water bowl, the paper ashes slowly sank from the surface to the bottom of the water, and then gradually condensed at the bottom of the white bowl and combined into a shape.

Quite obviously, a pair of scissors appeared in the development. This basically confirms what the young man said earlier. According to his form, after the female ghost took off the handkerchief, the entire lower half of her face was blurred with flesh and blood, many wounds, and blood kept gushing out. Half of the tongue in the mouth also fell off, and the scissors that appeared in the bowl at this moment are not saying that this is the murder weapon that caused this female ghost to be in such a tragic situation? And when the female ghost appeared, it was in such a state, could it be that it died because of this?

According to common sense, the tongue is a tool for eating and talking, and many people think that biting their tongue can kill themselves, but in fact, there are very few people who die by biting their tongue. Most people who die by biting their tongue are due to excessive blood loss due to biting the aorta, or biting off the root of the tongue, causing choking and suffocation. This is especially true on the face, the skin outside the mouth, like a leather ball, if it is broken or punctured, at most it means that the words are leaking, although such an injury looks miserable, but it will not kill people. If the cause of the female ghost's death is not the case, then why? After all, judging from what the young man said, there didn't seem to be any other obvious scars elsewhere.

I asked the young man to try to see if he could recall more details, but he said he couldn't think of anything else. Unsubstantiated, if I rely solely on my guesses, the answer to Ask Mi is not necessarily accurate. Because the conclusion is true only if I assume that a phenomenon or situation is real. The biggest question that bothers me now is why the female ghost only pesters this young man who has just arrived in the village three times and twice.

My thoughts began to fall into a state of bottleneck, calling out the soldiers and horses to look for them, but the smoke of the soldiers and horses drifted around after a few turns in the room, which was a sign that no result was found. The young man probably knew that I was hungry, so he went to cook some porridge, and after I drank two bowls, I continued to search the whole yard, and after an afternoon had passed, I found nothing.

This inevitably made me a little anxious, and at 7 o'clock in the evening, the educated youths living in the courtyard came back one after another, everyone was talking and laughing, and the noisy environment made me even more unable to think quietly. So I whispered to the young man, "When your roommate sees me, don't tell me what I'm here for!" He said don't worry, I'll tell them that you're a villager from a neighboring village and you're having a good time with me, so I invited you to come and play.

Cultured people are indeed different, after hearing that I am a villager in a neighboring village, everyone is very hospitable, shouting "fellow countryman" one by one. After dinner, the educated youths of the whole courtyard sat together, exchanging labor experiences with each other, learning the spirit of those instructions in the red treasure book, one by one full of enthusiasm, I was also invited to join them, but I didn't say a word, I don't know if these children knew my true identity, they would directly tie me up for criticism.

It was about 11 o'clock in the evening, and everyone went back to sleep. Since I came a little suddenly, there was no place for me to sleep in this room, and the young man had not closed his eyes for two days, and it was estimated that he would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed. And I do need to stay here for one night, and if the female ghost has appeared in that way before, there is a good chance that it will appear again. But the young man's bed wasn't too big, so we had to huddle together, and I slept on the side against the wall.

The young man seemed to be a little afraid of sleeping, and always felt that the female ghost would come to him as soon as he fell asleep. Even though I've been reassuring him not to be afraid of so many people here, I'm still here. He was still shocked. At the slightest sound, he would wake up and reach out to touch me.

I didn't bother with him eating my tofu in this way, and at about one o'clock in the evening, I was sleepy from excessive boredom, and soon fell asleep. But when I was in a daze, I suddenly felt a cold sensation coming from my head to the bridge of my nose.

It's like someone takes a popsicle and puts it in front of you and blows on you...