After persisting all night, Yang Xiao took a nap until dawn. He set the alarm clock in advance and informed the front desk of the beautiful woman to remind him of the arrival.
To be honest, I didn't sleep well this time. Yang Xiao had a dream about that woman again. In his sleep, Yang Xiao was standing in the bathroom washing his face. He was facing the mirror. He just bent down and suddenly saw through the reflection of the mirror. Behind him stood a woman with disheveled hair, holding a knife in her hand.
After waking up, he realized that it was already 9 o'clock in the morning. Putting on his backpack, Yang Xiao went out to have a simple breakfast, and then rushed to the train station.
After waiting for more than an hour at the train station, Yang Xiao's nervousness eased a lot as he watched people coming and going. There was no train station in the small town of Fengmen, so Yang Xiao needed to get off at the nearest train station, and then Take a minibus there.
Since it had rained in the mountains two days ago, the road was a bit muddy, so the minibus drove very slowly. It was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon when it actually arrived. Yang Xiao was so dizzy from the smell of gasoline in the old minibus. , in his memory, he only rode in such a car when he was very young.
Walking in the town, the surroundings are obviously depressed. The old stores on the streets are only open. Some of them can't even see people inside. The signs hanging outside also have a sense of age.
Contrary to Yang Xiao's imagination, there are almost no tourists here. Occasionally, one or two old people sitting on a small horse selling vegetables can be seen in the alley.
Following the navigation on his mobile phone, Yang Xiao found the old site of Jinfeng Flour Factory No. 2. He didn't see the sign, so he thought it had been demolished long ago.
The situation was unclear and he did not enter rashly. Yang Xiao walked slowly along the surrounding wall, observing as he walked.
That post was right. The location of this factory is quite advantageous. It is close to the center of the town. However, except for some low-rise buildings that have long been empty, there is a large wasteland nearby. If there were no problems, it would never be like this.
In addition, Yang Xiao also discovered a problem. The wall outside the factory was very high, and it seemed that it was not built at the same time. There were obvious signs of repairs on some damaged parts. Of course, these were recently built decades ago. It's over.
After wandering around for a while, the sun set in the west. Yang Xiao knew that he could not wait any longer. Who knew what would happen tonight, so he found a lower gap. Yang Xiao used the surrounding gravel to step on, and climbed up with a running start.
After observing for a few seconds and finding no problems, he jumped down. Not far away was a factory building. The walls of the factory building were dark and there were traces of being burned by the fire.
After getting closer, Yang Xiao found that there was almost nothing in the factory. It seemed that everything had been evacuated. The holes left by the installation machinery could still be seen on the ground. There were also some rusted iron shelves in the corners where it was hard to tell what they had been used to do before.
Continuing to walk in, a stone road began to appear at his feet. Some dilapidated brick walls also appeared nearby. The bricks were large and made of whole green rocks. After checking, Yang Xiao finally figured out that this flour The factory was built on an old-fashioned mansion. In order to build this flour mill, those people even demolished most of the house.
Involuntarily, Yang Xiao thought of the Feng family mansion mentioned in the script. If nothing else, it should be here.
At the corner between the two factories, there is a stone well surrounded by gravel blocks. The wellhead looks very small, and there is a big stone pressing on it.
Yang Xiao took a few glances and quickly realized that something was wrong. There was something wrong with this well. The big stone pressing down on the wellhead was obviously simply carved. It was shaped like a human head, with a wide skull and forehead, and long and narrow eyes. Eyebrow, this is a very distinctive Bodhisattva statue.
Yang Xiao took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the mouth of the well. When he was about to get closer and take a closer look, he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp shout from behind.
"who?!"
A middle-aged man suddenly walked over more than ten meters behind him. He had a strong build, leopard eyes, and a beard. He was wearing a security uniform and had a baton on his waist. He looked a bit fierce and asked, "Let me ask you, who is here?" What are you doing here?”
Seeing the mobile phone in Yang Xiao's hand, the man became even more angry, "You're here to shoot that kind of video again, right? You're so young, are you dying? Are you crazy about being famous?"
Yang Xiao knew that the other party had misunderstood him as one of those soul-searching bloggers, "Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look."
Yang Xiao took out a red ticket from his pocket, smiled and walked forward to hand it to the security guard brother, "Brother, it's convenient, you take me for a walk, I will take a few pictures and then leave."
"Nonsense!" The security guard glared and said, "Let's go, leave now! Otherwise I'll call the police!"
Yang Xiao had no choice but to leave. He didn't expect that there were security guards guarding this place. After leaving the factory, he walked around the town. It was getting late and the factory could no longer go. He planned to come to the town to inquire about the situation. .
On the way back, he turned on his phone and took a look at the post bar. Unfortunately, the person who posted the post still didn't reply.
Gradually, light rain began to fall from the sky. Yang Xiao quickened his pace. There were not many pedestrians on the road anymore. Most of the towns in the mountains were deserted like this. All the young people flocked to the big cities to work, leaving behind many people who were in trouble in their hometown. There are also some elderly people who are separated and some children who are inconvenient to take with them.
Turning a corner, Yang Xiao saw an elderly man taking shelter from the rain under the eaves, with a few bags of vegetables in front of him.
The old man's hair is almost completely white, and there are deep wrinkles on his face. He is also wearing old clothes with a quite ethnic style. He must have lived in the town for a long time.
Yang Xiao trotted over despite the rain and stood under the eaves with the old man. The old man's eyes were deep, and he had a clear feeling of seeing through the world after going through vicissitudes of life. It was a taste unique to the mountain people in the mountains.
"Old man?"
Facing Yang Xiao's greeting, the old man just moved his eyelids, and then shook his head gently, as if he didn't want to get involved in worldly matters.
"Old man, do you sell this vegetable?"
"Sell!" The old man turned his head instantly and looked at Yang Xiao with gentle eyes, "3 yuan per bag, take whichever one you like."
"I want all your dishes, but could you please tell me about Jinfeng Flour Factory No. 2? Was there a big house there before?" Yang Xiao got straight to the point.
After hearing the words "Jinfeng Second Factory", the old man's eyes became strange, and he seemed to be a little taboo, but all this disappeared instantly after Yang Xiao took out a 20 yuan note, and the old man talked to Yang Xiao in a thick local accent. I talked for more than ten minutes, but unfortunately they were all random stories and not as detailed as the ones in the post.
Fortunately, it was confirmed that the location of the factory was indeed a large house in the past, but the house had long been dilapidated and had nothing to do with the construction of the factory.
With no more new gains, Yang Xiao planned to leave. The old man who got the money was in a good mood and lit a bag of dry cigarettes for himself. He sat cross-legged on the ground and clucked his lips, "I said this is a shame. You guys have been like this lately." Why are all the people in the city just asking about the factory?"
Hearing this, Yang Xiao paused and was a little surprised, "Other than me, has anyone inquired recently?"
"It's about this afternoon." The old man smashed the yellowed old cigarette holder and raised his chin, "After asking about it, I ran to the factory."
"But the factory is guarded by security guards and no outsiders are allowed in."
After hearing what Yang Xiao said, the old man pursed his lips and smiled, "You kid, don't tell lies. That factory has not been taken care of for decades. We people in the mountains avoid it. There are still security guards. Maybe there are security guards?" "
Yang Xiao's head buzzed, "There is no security? Are you sure?"
The old man shook his head, as if he no longer wanted to talk to Yang Xiao. After a while, Yang Xiao also figured out that something was really wrong with the security guard. The locals had a strong accent, and the security guard had no accent at all.
"Old man, I'm asking you what the outsider at the flour mill looks like?" Yang Xiao took out a red ticket directly from his pocket.
The old man's leisurely eyes came into focus instantly, and he grabbed the red ticket, "Well... let me think about it, I remember it! The man has a beard, a pancake face, and leopard eyes. He looks fierce and looks at people. His eyes don’t look like a good person.”
"grass......"
Yang Xiao took a deep breath. The person the old man described was the fake security guard he met in the old factory. It was probably not a coincidence that he arrived at this time. Yang Xiao guessed that the other person might have encountered something similar to him, and he looked obviously better than himself. He was much more experienced, "Old man, did that person say anything else?"
"Hmm...I think I said it before, but my brain just..." The old man rubbed the back of his head and looked like he was thinking hard.
Yang Xiao took out a red note again and shook it gently, "Don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly."
"Oh oh oh, I remembered it!" The old man was refreshed. "The man asked me if there were any old sayings or old rules passed down in the town."
"What did you say?"
"I don't know about ancient proverbs, but there is a jingle that has been passed down in our mountains for some years." The old man recalled word for word: "The first... the first daughter is not allowed to marry outside, and the second son is left behind, and his fortune is poor. Don’t step through the gate of the deep house.”
