The rocks below the shaft vary in size, and most of them are angular. It was as if a whole stone had been broken and dumped into it. Maybe because of the long time, some moss plants growing in the dark are covered with stones, so I have to be extra careful every time I get down, first, to prevent my feet from sticking, and second, to prevent slipping, if I fall on such a mess of rocks, I'm afraid it will not be so fun.

I began to bend down to break the stones, and handed each piece to the young man standing at the mouth of the well. It's manual work, and I can't figure out why I have to do it. It lasted about two hours before digging deep. After a tiring morning, I was indeed hungry, so I cooked some porridge with the young man and continued digging.

This lasted until about 2 p.m., and the rocks had become a little wet, and I think it was probably because of the bottom of the well, and even the dry well still had some water. After digging for a while, yellow-black sediment appeared, which must have fallen during the filling of the well.

The texture of the mud is very soft and feels more like sand. At this time, there was also a smell of water emitted from the nose after a long time of sedimentation. I removed the last visible stone from under my feet, and then said to the young man at the mouth of the well, and asked him to hand me the shovel, which was full of mud and sand. Because I was already deep underneath at the moment, my voice echoed through the inner walls of the well, causing my ears to ring.

Soon the young man handed me the shovel, and I dug in the mud and sand, and the earth was all in the bucket where the young man was pulling the rope. But after digging a few shovels, the place began to narrow gradually, and the deeper it was, the wetter it became, and the sand became softer and softer. I didn't stand still all of a sudden, so I quickly used my other foot to exert force, and my other foot quickly sank into the mud and sand. My feet just got stuck in the mud, and I felt like they were still sinking.

I thought to myself, don't you? Is it going to collapse? Before I could finish thinking about it, I heard a rattling sound in my ears, and my body sank as quickly as if I had stepped on a thin layer of ice and suddenly fell into the water. All I could see was black and white, or the confusion of the light coming from the well, and then it was black, and my whole being seemed to be covered by something. It's like covering your head under a thick quilt in the middle of a winter night.

I was so frightened that before I could react, I knew that I was buried in the sand, and my nostrils and mouth were full of astringent sand. The mud was soft, so I could breathe well, but my nose was full of the smell of mud mixed with insect feces and urine. I didn't dare to act rashly, afraid that if I moved again, my body would continue to sink, but I moved my feet slightly, and found that the ground under my feet was no longer soft sand, but hard stones, I was relieved, it turned out that I had just slipped and I fell directly to the bottom of the well.

But there was a wet sensation in my feet, about the height of my calves. It's a ruined well, but it's not a dry well. Even though it is now summer, the water at the bottom of the well is still cold to the bone. When I noticed that there were rocks under my feet I knew I wasn't going to slide any further, and that's when I started to move the rest of my body boldly. Fortunately, the sediment is very soft, and after years of soaking in clean water, it is very delicate. So I was able to move my hands and feet very easily, and I tried to pick up the dirt from my body, especially the part that covered my head, but when I reached out to protect the mud, the fingers of my left hand actually pierced a sharp object.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, this sudden let me suddenly let out a "snort-" sound, after holding back the pain, I reached out to touch what was the thing that pierced me just now, and touched it in the direction, I actually touched a rusty iron object, from the shape of the difference, it was an iron scissors.

This was a major discovery, because I was convinced that the scissors were the murder weapon. Maybe it was Su Pinggui who threw the scissors into the well after killing people. So I continued to struggle, and soon my head came out of the dirt, and the sand and unpleasant smell in my mouth made me immediately reach out and wipe my eyes, nose and mouth, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a white skeleton in front of me!

The first time I saw this scene, it really scared me. I was so frightened that I screamed with my back against the wall of the well, and the sound echoed in the well, which was very pleasant to the ear. Actually, I don't want to be like this, but when I was a child, I once watched a Sichuan drama called "Three Dozen White Bone Spirits", and I was deeply impressed by the bones of the white bone spirit in it, which was the shadow of my childhood, so I suddenly saw it at this moment, so I couldn't hold back it all of a sudden.

After standing and composing for a few seconds, the young man looked down from the mouth of the well and saw the white skeleton as well. He was screaming from above, too, as if he were also down the well. My eyes suddenly turned from darkness to light, and at this moment I could see the white bone clearly, there was no doubt that it was the female ghost I had guessed, the female ghost who had been thrown into the experience, and the reason why I was sure was that it could still see the red clothes on its body, although it was very tattered, and the color was no longer bright red, but it could still be distinguished. The bones were already many mutilated, the right side of the skull's face was facing away from me against the wall of the well, both hands were raised high, one of the hands was from the palm part, the bone was already broken. I turned slightly sideways to look at the front of the bone, and found that there was still no jawbone, and I didn't know where it had fallen.

And what really surprised me was the posture of this white bone. Judging from its posture, it does not look like the posture of a normal person who has fallen into a well, because it is generally not enough for an adult to turn over after killing a person and throwing him into a well, judging from the size of the well. That is, either the feet are dropped on the ground, or the head is thrown on the ground. At that time, whether there was water in the well or not, the corpse should have been in a posture of falling to the ground, and there would never be this skeleton in front of him, standing upright, leaning against the wall, and raising his hands high.

So I slowly got a little closer, and at this moment I found that the finger bones of Bai Gu's other relatively intact hand were actually hooked and claw-shaped, and there were several deep claw marks on the wall of the well under the finger bones. That is to say, the person in front of her, when she was pushed down the bottom of the well, was not actually dead, she had been struggling to escape, but just as she was desperately scratching the wall, she suddenly dropped a pair of scissors, the scissors that hurt her, and then a large amount of mud and sand poured in, and her eyes were as dark as I had just now, and then there was the sound of stones colliding against each other overhead, and then, there was no more.

That's the only answer, and I'm absolutely sure that I'm thinking about it almost thirty years ago, but it's definitely not much different. I suddenly felt a little angry in my heart, I looked at the scissors I had just touched in my hand, and felt that the woman in red in front of me was too pitiful, even if she became a demon, although it was not tolerated by heavenly principles, I even sided with her in terms of human feelings, because if someone else treated me like this, I would also take revenge like crazy, and suppress the other party, so that she could not be born.

The discovery in front of him also confirmed the previous statement of Uncle Su, and the people in the village said that the funeral at that time was just a cat crying mouse, and the coffin was empty at all, which seemed to be true at all. The death of the woman in red was a deliberate murder, the body that was occupied by people did not kill her, the stab with scissors did not kill her, the inhuman burial alive, and the destruction of the body, but it killed her!

After a lot of hard work, I finally found the truth of the facts. But when the goal was achieved, I couldn't be happier. What I saw before me was a white skeleton that everyone turns into when they die, but its missing jawbone, broken palm, and claw marks on the wall of the well seemed to be a silent accusation of a tragedy to me. I believe that no matter what this woman has done in her life, she should not end up like this, I am not related to her, and I know that most of her existence is accompanied by fright, but at this moment, the anger in my heart has turned into a regret for her tragic fate, and all of a sudden, my nose is sore, and I actually cry silently.

If you were to ask me, I don't think I could tell you why I was crying, but I couldn't control it when I was in the well and that scene came suddenly. The communication with this woman was just a dialogue between people and ghosts in the early hours of the morning. I'm a rational person, so rational that I've never shed tears for strangers, ghosts, and even more so impossible.

Perhaps it was because of this woman's tragic experience that it just reflected the injustice of fate and the cruelty of reality in the years when human life was careless. When the weak face the strong, it seems that there is no other choice but to compromise and die.

After calming my mood for a moment, I shouted at the young man at the mouth of the well, you throw my satchel down for me, I need something in my bag. The guy staggered and quickly dropped my bag. At this moment, I was about five meters away from the wellhead because of the slide, and the wall of the well was slippery, and I couldn't climb out on my own. So when I got the bag, I asked the young man to find a sturdy rope, or something of the same purpose, so that he could pull me up later. And he said unto me, "There is a rope, but why don't you pull it now, but later?"

I sighed, not knowing if he could hear it, and whispered that I was going to give her a ride.