Outside the window, the wind and rain were sudden, the raindrops hit the eaves and trees, making an endless crackling, and the wind was also whistling through the mountains, making a sighing roar, Zhang Jianwei seemed to have his eyes open at this time, and he didn't seem to open them, but he felt that everything around him could be seen, but they were all hazy, and he wanted to get up and sit up through a layer of tulle, but he didn't have any strength in his body, and he couldn't even move a finger, but his senses suddenly became extremely acute.

The old-fashioned wooden door with a clear buckle made a squeaky sound, very clear, the door that should have been far away, at this moment it seemed to be ringing in his ears, Zhang Jianwei couldn't look back, only vaguely felt that there was half a figure there, swept it with the afterglow, it was not real, glanced out of the window, it was as if someone had sprinkled a piece of ink outside, he couldn't see his five fingers, and even the ever-bright lamp in the toilet around the corner couldn't see the slightest light.

It's a nightmare.

In the afterglow, the figure that was darker than the night, penetrated in little by little from the door that should have been locked, becoming more and more concrete, the wind and rain outside did not change, the window was still blown by the wind, but the temperature in the room became extremely cold, Zhang Jianwei lay on the bed and couldn't move, but on his hands and neck, all the exposed hairs seemed to stand up like an electric shock, and a strange feeling of numbness and crispiness went all the way up from the exposed fingers, slowly and resolutely.

In his nose, a faint smell of blood began to appear, and the figure walked very slowly, very slowly, but as he approached, there was a ticking sound of water droplets around Zhang Jianwei, from far to near, he, getting closer and closer, on the exposed skin, the cold touch became more and more real.

"Uncle!?" Zhang Jianwei's eyes widened, looking at the shadow that gradually became clearer, half of his face and head were sunken, his face was full of red and white liquid, and the viscous liquid was dripping down one by one, slicing through the old-fashioned army green coat, hitting the ground and making a ticking sound.

The person who came was his uncle Wang Guoliang, at this time his eyes were like copper bells, covered with bloodshots, under the frightened look, full of puzzlement and doubt, he opened his mouth to say something, but only made a hissing sound of leakage.

Zhang Jianwei has been out of fear at this time, but strong sadness, but since the death of his parents and the sealing of the family property, he can't cry a single tear anymore, Zhang Jianwei wants to struggle up, but the more he struggles, the more he feels that his whole body begins to fall, and a strange sense of weightlessness appears, accompanied by Wang Guoliang getting closer to himself.

Zhang Jianwei didn't know what Wang Guoliang wanted to do, but for a moment, Zhang Jianwei felt that if Wang Guoliang was taken away like this, it wouldn't matter.

More than a month ago, his parents went out to pick up goods, a large bus of people turned into the Lingguan Gorge, more than 30 people were not spared, they came back in a mess to complete the funeral of their parents, and I don't know where a group of creditors appeared, did not fight, did not make trouble, directly took the court's judgment, forcibly sealed the house, the façade.

Zhang Jianwei, who has nothing, is not loved by people, and his grandparents have long passed away, but his uncle, his father's aunt and cousin, comforted, enlightened, and brought himself to the farmhouse at home, with a salary of 800 yuan a month, to support himself, waiting for the graduation of the last year of his senior year.

As a result, the last person in this world who loved himself also died, no matter how big the world is, it is better to let Wang Guoliang take him away, and maybe reunite with his family in the underworld.

Zhang Jianwei looked at Wang Guoliang, who was getting closer a little bit, and the blood still flowing on his face became no longer so dazzling, it seemed that under this terrifying appearance, Zhang Jianwei could still sense a warmth.

Zhang Jianwei took a hard breath, took one last look around, and got ready to let it all end.

The moment Wang Guoliang's soul touched Zhang Jianwei's body, the talisman that he had been carrying around his neck became hot in an instant, like red-hot iron, pressed against his chest.

In this instant, Wang Guoliang disappeared with a bang, and the light outside the window shone in, accompanied by knocks and shouts.

"Jianwei, open the door, Jianwei!" Zhang Jianwei woke up from his dream, but his mind was still a little confused, and after listening to it twice, he realized that it was the owner of this farmhouse, his distant cousin-in-law, Wang Quan.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong. Zhang Jianwei got up from the bed, top-heavy, glanced at the wall clock vaguely, at six o'clock in the morning, staggered to open the door, the damp outside the door, the cold air rushed in at once, gasped a breath of cold air, Zhang Jianwei instantly felt a lot more comfortable, but he still fell into the real dream of Fang Cai and couldn't extricate himself, I can't tell whether it is sadness or loss.

"My dad and the two smokers are gone, I'm afraid there will be an accident, this will go out to find a circle and don't see anyone, you quickly help me find it, the bridge across the river is broken, I can't pass, the forest behind the house is dense, they just take my dad, and they can't go far, let's go separately to see." Wang Quan said urgently.

He was wearing a raincoat, but he could tell that he was soaking wet, with a flashlight in his hand and mud on his feet.

"What's wrong with my uncle and those two smokers?" Zhang Jianwei chuckled in his heart, thinking of the dream just now, while anxious to get dressed, he asked, when he was dressing, he pulled his chest and felt a faint pain, but it would be too late to see.

"The two smokers discussed selling drugs, and my dad heard it, and the two gave my dad money last night, saying that they didn't hear it, and my dad came back and told me, and I didn't take it seriously, usually at this point my dad got up and boiled water, but this morning I came out to see, the two smokers and my dad disappeared together, I was afraid of an accident and looked around, but I didn't find it. ”

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, it's raining so hard that you can't go far. Zhang Jianwei was comforted, but he became more and more panicked in his heart.

"Hopefully. Wang Quan said anxiously.

The two of them were talking, the door of the opposite house opened, and the female writer named Wen Muwei came out, looking a little blurry, opened the door and took a deep breath, shivered, should be sober.

"What's wrong, what's wrong. Wen Muwei asked a little nervously.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm going to disturb your rest. Wang Quan said across the courtyard.

"Brother-in-law, I'm fine, let's go. Zhang Jianwei brought a straw hat, didn't wear a raincoat, casually kicked a pair of shoes, found a flashlight and prepared to go.

Tianyi City in August is the rainy season, and the summer at six o'clock is just the darkest time.

The rainstorm outside was like a note, and it was already the third day, and the lights in Wen Muwei's room, separated by a courtyard of no more than two or three meters, and a small flower bed, had already become hazy.

"Need help?" Wen Muwei asked, it would be pouring rain, the mountain wind was blowing, it was the height of summer, but she couldn't help but get goosebumps, Wen Muwei rubbed her arms, stood at the door and asked.

"It's okay, you have a good rest. Wang Quan responded casually, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Jianwei. "I'll go to the flue-cured tobacco room, I'll look at the kitchen and the toilet, and you can go back and take a look at the chicken pen. ”

"Good. Zhang Jianwei agreed, and then the two quickly got into the rain curtain and disappeared.

Wen Muwei stood at the door of the room, looking at the pitch-black mountains, the originally picturesque scenery during the day, which would be all heavy ink, ups and downs, and layers of darkness.

After looking around, Wen Muwei seemed to have made up her mind, turned over and went back to the room, and began to change clothes and equipment.

The flashlight held by Zhang Jianwei could only barely illuminate a little range in front of him, one foot high, one foot shallow to run to the chicken pen, such as the heavy rain hitting the straw hat, it was impossible to prevent it at all, the cold rain came in from the straw hat and flowed down from the head, but this would have been soaked all over the body, and he didn't care about this.

Stimulated by the wind and rain, the confused brain finally returned to normal, casually touched the chest that was still a little tingling, and suddenly found that the talisman that was treasured by his parents, from the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain, was missing, that was the only one left behind by the parents' thoughts, obviously there was still before going to bed last night, Zhang Jianwei subconsciously wanted to go back to find it, took two steps, but stopped suddenly, the most important thing in front of him is to find his uncle, in such a real dream, recalling the tragic situation of Wang Guoliang, I suddenly felt that these foreign objects were not so important。

With fear, hope and self-blame, he turned around and walked towards the chicken pen again.

The chicken pen is not far away, but the place is not small, now the farmhouse is popular free-range chickens, circle a forest, build a chicken coop, let the chickens run freely in it, such chickens, eat strong, and because of the roots, insects, eggs are particularly yellow.

Came in through the fence, picked up a shovel from the chicken coop, and called Uncle Daddy as he went.

The heavy rain continued as always, but it gradually began to get smaller at this time, and Zhang Jianwei's voice was trapped in a radius of a few meters at first, and slowly began to echo in the empty woods, accompanied by the sound of raindrops falling, which seemed particularly distant.

Zhang Jianwei's mind was chaotic, and he walked quickly along the chicken pen, and was just about to enter the path behind the forest, when he heard Wang Quan's voice piercing the rain curtain.

"Jianwei!"

"What's wrong, brother-in-law. Zhang Jianwei shouted in response.

"Bring a pair of tongs to the flue-cured tobacco room. Immediately after, there was a knock on the door from the other side of the house. "Dad, Dad, you open the door. ”

Zhang Jianwei threw down the shovel, took three steps and made two steps, rushed out of the chicken pen, ran back to the room, turned out the pliers, and quickly rushed to the flue-cured tobacco room.

Wen Muwei didn't know why she also appeared here, holding a strong flashlight in her hand, wearing a raincoat, standing not far from the flue-cured tobacco room, shining for Wang Quan, Wang Quan stood in front of the flue-cured tobacco room, knocking on the door, on the wooden door, a lock hung there brightly.

"Brother-in-law!" Zhang Jianwei handed over the pliers, Wang Quan took the pliers, and was about to open the lock, and there was also a sound in the flue-cured tobacco room.

"Wang Quan, Wang Quan, open the door quickly. It was one of the two smokers who spoke, Zhao Junliang.

Wang Quan smashed the lock and pulled the door twice, but it didn't open.

"Open the door inside!" Wang Quan also shouted.

There was a rustling sound from inside the door, a click, the sound of falling wood, and the door creaked open.

"Zhao Junliang, where's my dad!" Wang Quan watched the door open, and in the light of Wen Muwei, he grabbed a little man with a pale face, grabbed his collar and lifted it out.

"It's inside. Zhao Junliang was grabbed by the collar violently, and his whole face was suddenly red.

"Dad!" Wang Quan pulled Zhao Junliang out of the door, pushed away Wang Hui, who was listening to the voice, and rushed into the flue-cured tobacco room.

Zhang Jianwei followed, the flue-cured tobacco room was empty, the ground was a little damp because of the heavy rain in the past few days, a messy footprint, a small space of more than 20 square meters, imprisoned by a high wall, no windows, only a small smoke vent, on the top of the smooth four or five meters high wall.

"Dad!!" Zhang Jianwei just got in, and he heard Wang Quan exclaim. "Dad, what's wrong with you!"

Zhang Jianwei followed the voice and looked over, Wang Guoliang's face was half pale, half dark red, his head was sunken into a piece, and he fell to the ground, and a large pool of black and red blood stains around him dyed the original army-green coat black.

The whole person curled up in the corner near the door, as if it was about to merge with the darkness, no need to distinguish, obviously, the person was gone.

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