Speaking of which, it seems that every time Xi Yu comes to Chenjiacun, there are not many people actually walking around in the village.
Although it can indeed be explained by busy farming, there should always be some old, young, sick and disabled people in a village who do not need to stay in the fields all the time. No matter when Xi Yu came to Chenjia Village, the village was sparsely populated.
Not quite right.
Xi Yu thought like this as he had breakfast and left the hotel early the next morning.
Did last night's change also affect Chenjiacun?
Thinking of Wang Shengchuan and the other three who were injured and half-dead in the morning, Xi Yu couldn't help but be suspicious.
The main purpose of coming to Chenjia Village today is to find the village chief. It would be best to meet the fifth child of the Chen family. It would be even better if you could meet some unsuspecting children or talkative young people and get a few words from them. But that's it.
While Xi Yu was thinking this, he walked forward slowly. Before he had even taken two steps, a hazy mist rolled up where he came from. The undeveloped stone path appeared and disappeared, as if it was about to disappear. In the smoke, something strange happened.
In front of you is the village where things are going as usual, and the villagers are very kind and enthusiastic towards you. In the back is the path where unpredictable changes will occur. It is self-evident which one is more dangerous.
But in Kaitan, the temptation called "safety" itself is a danger!
She retracted her steps forward, called out to Qin Yuan, and before the fog completely covered the road in front of her, she turned around and rushed back in the direction in her memory.
The fog was vast, except for Xi Yu's area with a ring of blood. The road ahead was the same as usual. However, Xi Yu's dangerous instinct made her forehead throb and her pupils shrank. While it hurt, she could clearly see a tree in front of her. An arm extending from the ground.
Those arms are not complete, and some cannot even be called arms at all. There are completely black eyes where the fingertips should be, and there are three mouths of different sizes on the palms. There are more on the forearms. Her arms stretched out like tree branches, and every time she passed an arm, it would pounce on her ankle softly and quickly like a boneless python.
What the hell is this?
Even though he could see these densely packed arms, Xi Yu was extremely dangerous to avoid them. If an ordinary person came here, it would be impossible to avoid them.
Did she make the wrong choice?
Xi Yu's heart sank, but the real thick fog behind her made it impossible for even her to see what was behind her.
She took a deep breath, grabbed Qin Yuan, and continued to move forward carefully avoiding these arms.
No one has ever seen He Laoer come into contact with people from Chenjia Village. Until this village was demolished and built with high-rise buildings and neatly organized communities belonging to the new district, no major incident occurred that required entry into the city bureau's files.
Xi Yu's attention was previously focused on Fu'an Hotel and he didn't pay much attention to Chenjiacun. He was not even aware of this weird place.
The arms in front of her were becoming more and more deformed, with countless fist-sized tumors and pustules densely spread on those arms with ulcerated skin. Xi Yu accidentally stepped on an arm, and instantly felt a numbing sticky sensation on the soles of her feet. Yellow and sticky pus splashed everywhere, but Qin Yuan quickly wrapped it in blood and threw it away.
Taking advantage of the gap between her arms to avoid bloodshot eyes, Xi Yu raised her breath, tapped her toes on the ground and swept forward half-sideways. Relying on Qin Yuan's guidance and the eyes she got in the Bai Shi shop, she ran away without any danger. Out of the fog range.
That's outrageous.
Xi Yu held her knees and kicked her a few times, then narrowed her eyes and looked back in the direction of Chenjiacun.
Could this village, which she had visited several times and where the villagers were all just like ordinary people, actually hide a bigger secret?
Xi Yu thought for a moment, and while walking into the hotel, she called out Pei Ying who was hiding in the music box. Who would have thought that Pei Ying, who had been tracking down the Fu'an Hotel for ten years, knew nothing about this fog.
"I have been to Chenjia Village several times. The house where Zhao Ping later lived was the land where Chenjia Village was."
Pei Ying looked at the dangerous mist strangely, with a solemn expression: "It's just that I rarely see the aboriginal people in Chenjia Village. Most of them don't speak much, and they are not very willing to admit that they were once villagers in Chenjia Village."
"It means that we can't say that they have nothing to do with the Fu'an Hotel case."
Chenjiacun and Fu'an Hotel seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they are so close to each other, and so many strange things have happened to them. The possibility of coincidence is too low.
Xi Yu simply sat down on the threshold of the hotel door, took out a whole pack of fruit lollipops from her bag, divided one into each other, and even Chen Xiangyun and Chen Baozhu picked their favorite flavors.
"Then do you know the third floor of Fu'an Hotel?"
She pointed to the top of her head, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and her voice was a little slurred: "Since you have become a ghost and are parasitic in the music box at the crime scene, you should know something about the third floor, right?"
"The third floor... is dangerous."
Pei Ying had never eaten fruit lollipops made by the modern mature food industry. She was immersed in the sweetness of the candy and licked her mouth before saying: "I have never been to the third floor. I will not start investigating until the police close the case. This case, by the time I started investigating, the Fu'an Hotel had already been demolished."
"But the music box that I came to after my death has an impression of the third floor. All residents who enter the third floor by mistake will be chopped into several pieces by He Laoer without exception."
"Many people must have died inside, and there are many traces of resentment left on the music box. I'm not sure if they will attack you."
No wonder this music box had such a big impact last night. It seemed that it wasn't just Chu Pianran.
Fortunately, the Li ghosts were sensible and could communicate, and Xi Yu was willing to help them fulfill their last wishes. Even if the Li ghosts were completely crazy, Xi Yu still had Qin Yuan and several ghosts around him who could physically persuade them.
Then there is only one obstacle left.
Xi Yu took out the knife from his bag and did not mind that He Laoer's wife and daughter were listening beside him. His tone sounded very gentle: "Where are He Laoer and the others?"
Chen Xiangyun pointed to the kitchen. Usually at this time, He Laoer was in the kitchen preparing lunch for tourists.
"ah!"
"Help! Help!"
"Don't kill me! Don't kill-"
The sudden end of the desperate scream and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded at the back door of the hotel at the same time. The blade cut through flesh and bone, cutting off bones, and then struck hard on a wooden board.
Xi Yu didn't have time to care that Liu Wan hadn't finished eating the candy yet, so she picked up her backpack with one hand and ran towards the back door.
The human skull rolled to her feet. The familiar head was covered with bright red blood, and the dizzy expression could still be seen. Large areas of blood poured down from his neck, and the dark green grass was stained. into deep red.
The person who died was Wang Shengchuan? !
Next to the fallen and twitching body not far from the head stood He Laoer holding a long deboning knife. His oil-stained apron was already covered with splatters of blood.
