The stones in the well vary in size, and most of them have edges and corners. It's like a whole piece of stone was broken and poured in. Maybe because it took too long, some mosses growing in the dark were covered with signs of stones, so I had to be extra careful every time I stepped on it, firstly to prevent my feet from getting stuck, and secondly, to prevent them from slipping on such random rocks. If it falls, I'm afraid it won't be that fun.
I began to bend down to break off the rocks, and each time I broke off a piece, I handed it to the young man standing at the mouth of the well. It's physical work, and I'm a little confused as to why I have to do it. It took about two hours to dig deep. After being tired all morning, I was indeed hungry, so I cooked some porridge with the young man and continued digging.
This state lasted until about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the rocks had become a little wet. I think it was probably because of the bottom of the well. Even a dry well still retains some moisture. After digging for a while, yellow and black sand appeared, which must have fallen when filling 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 in the nose, which is emitted after the water has been deposited for a long time. I removed the last visible stone from under my feet, and then directed the young man at the mouth of the well and asked him to hand me the shovel. It was full of mud and sand. Because I was already deep down, my voice echoed off the inner walls of the well, causing my ears to ring.
Soon the young man handed me the shovel, and I followed suit in digging in the sand. All the soil dug out was put into the bucket that the young man pulled on the rope. But after digging a few shovels, the place began to gradually become narrower. The deeper the place, the wetter it became, and the sand became softer and softer. As I dug another shovel, my feet suddenly became loose, and one of my feet fell into the hole. Among the mud and sand. I suddenly lost my footing and quickly used my other foot to exert force. As a result, my other foot quickly sank into the sand. My feet were stuck in the mud, and I felt like they were still sinking slowly.
I thought to myself, right? Is it going to collapse? Before I could finish thinking about it, there was a crashing sound in my ears, and my body sank rapidly as if I had stepped on the thin ice and broken the ice and fell into the water. All I saw in my eyes was black and white or a confusing feeling of shining light coming from the wellhead, and then everything went dark, and my whole body seemed to be covered by something. It feels like covering your head under a thick quilt late at night in winter.
I was in shock, and before I could react, I knew I was buried in the sand, and there was astringent sand in my nostrils and mouth. The sand was soft, so I could breathe easily, but my nose was filled with the smell of mud mixed with insect feces and urine. I didn't dare to move rashly, fearing that if I moved again, my body would continue to sink. I just moved my feet slightly and found that the ground under my feet was no longer soft sand, but hard stones. I felt relieved. It turned out that I had fallen directly to the bottom of the well due to the slip.
But there was a wet feeling on my feet, about the height of my calves. Although this is an abandoned well, it is not a dry well. Even though it's already summer, the water at the bottom of the well is still bone-chillingly cold. When I noticed that there were stones under my feet, I knew that I would not continue to slide down. Only then did I start to boldly move other parts of my body. Fortunately, the sediment is very soft, and after years of soaking in clean water, it is even more tender. So I was able to move my hands and feet easily. I tried to peel off the dirt on my body, especially the part covering my head. However, when I reached out to protect the dirt, the fingers of my left hand actually pricked a sharp point. on things.
As the so-called ten fingers connect to the heart, this sudden hit made me let out a "chi--" sound. After holding back the pain, I reached out to touch what the thing that pricked me just now was. I followed the direction and touched it. A rusty iron tool, judging from its shape, it was a pair of iron scissors.
This was a major discovery, because I was now convinced that the scissors were the murder weapon. Maybe Su Pinggui threw the scissors into the well after killing the person. So I continued to struggle and soon got my head out of the soil. The sand and unpleasant smell in my mouth made me immediately reach out and wipe my eyes, nose and mouth. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my In front of me, there is a gloomy white skeleton!
The first time I saw this scene, it really shocked me. I was so frightened that I leaned against the wall of the well and screamed. The scream echoed in the well, which was very pleasant to the ears. In fact, I don’t want to be like this. However, when I was a child, I once watched a Sichuan opera called "Three Strikes of White-Bone Demons", and I was deeply impressed by the skeleton of the White-Bone Demon in it. It was a shadow of my childhood, so when I saw it suddenly, it made me suddenly Couldn't help it.
After standing calmly for a few seconds, the young man looked down at the mouth of the well and saw the white skeleton. He was also shouting from above, as if he were also down there. My eyes suddenly returned from the darkness to the light, and it was only at this moment that I could see the white skeleton clearly. There was no doubt that it was exactly what I guessed, the female ghost who was thrown into the experience. The reason why I was sure , that’s because the red clothes can still be seen on its body. Although it is very damaged and the color is no longer bright red, it can still be distinguished. Many of the bones have been mutilated. The right side of the skull is facing away from me and pressed against the wall of the well. Both hands are raised high. One of the hands has missing bones starting from the palm. I turned slightly sideways to look at the front of the bones, and found that the mandible was still missing, and I didn’t know where it had fallen.
What really surprised me was the posture of the bones. Judging from its posture, it does not look like the posture of a normal person falling into a well, because usually people are killed and thrown into the well. Judging from the size of the well, it is not enough for an adult to turn over. In other words, either throw it down with your feet on the ground, or throw it on your head and feet. Regardless of whether there was water or not in the well at that time, the corpse should have fallen to the ground. There was absolutely no chance that the skeleton in front of him would appear like this, standing upright, leaning against the wall, with his hands raised high.
So I slowly got closer, and now I discovered that the finger bones of Bai Gu's other relatively intact hand were hook-shaped, and there were several deep claw marks on the well wall under the finger bones. This means that the person in front of me was not dead when she was pushed down the well. She had been struggling to escape. However, when she was scratching the wall desperately, a pair of scissors suddenly dropped. The pair of scissors hurt her, and then a large amount of sand poured in. Her eyes were as dark as mine just now, and then there was the sound of rocks colliding with each other above her head, and then, nothing more.
This is the only answer, and I am absolutely sure that although what I am thinking of is almost thirty years ago, there is absolutely not much difference. I suddenly felt angry. I looked at the pair of scissors I just touched in my hand. I felt that the woman in red in front of me was so pitiful. Even if she turned into an evil spirit, even though it was not tolerated by nature, I even stood on her side from a human perspective. , because if someone else did this to me, I would also take revenge crazily, suppress the other person, and prevent him from reincarnation.
The discovery before them also confirmed Uncle Su's previous statement. People in the village said that the funeral at that time was just a cat crying over a mouse, and the coffin was completely empty. It seems to be true at this moment. The death of the woman in red was a deliberate murder. The possession of her body did not kill her, and the stabbing with scissors did not kill her. The inhumane burial alive and the destruction of the body did. Killed her!
After a lot of hard work, I finally found the truth. But when the goal was achieved, I couldn't be happy at all. What I saw in front of me was a white skeleton that everyone will turn into after death, but its missing mandible, broken palm, and claw marks on the well wall seemed to be silently accusing me of a tragedy. I believe that no matter what this woman did during her lifetime, she should not have ended up like this. She and I are not close friends, and knowing her existence is mostly accompanied by fright. However, at this moment, the anger in my heart has turned into a Regretful for her tragic fate, my nose suddenly felt sore and I started crying silently.
If you ask me, I don’t think I can tell you why I cried. It’s just that I couldn’t control it when I was down in the well and the scene suddenly happened. The communication with this woman was just a dialogue between people and ghosts in different ways in the early morning. I am a rational person, so rational that I would never shed tears for strangers, ghosts, let alone ghosts.
Perhaps it's because this woman's tragic experience reflects the injustice of fate and the cruelty of reality in those days when human life was taken lightly. When the weak face the strong, they seem to have no other choice but to compromise and die.
After calming down, I shouted to the young man at the entrance of the well, throw down my satchel, I need some things in my bag. The guy stumbled over and quickly dropped my bag. At this moment, due to my descent, I was already about five meters away from the wellhead. The walls of the well were slippery, and I couldn't climb out by myself. So after I received the bag, I asked the young man to find a strong rope or something of the same purpose so that he could pull me up later. He said to me, there is a rope, but why not pull you now instead of later?
I sighed, not sure if he could hear me, and said softly, I want to give her a ride.
