Zhao Huanzhen, the tomb of that foreign woman.
Of course, the above is no longer the focus. He realized that he was restricted by the rules and could not escape, and he confirmed that the female turtle would most likely not let him go. For the sake of his own life, He Fei began to perform extraordinarily. After he showed that he was completely After believing the old man's words, he changed the subject and asked the old man a question, a key question that he had just thought of:
"Through Zhao Huanzhen's dream, I believe that the woman is dead and has turned into a locust to harm the village. What's more, even Chen Po said that the only way to prevent the female locust from continuing to harm people is to find the female locust's body as soon as possible and put it away The body was removed from the harsh environment, so..."
"Then have you ever thought about why Mrs. Chen can figure out that a woman is dead but can't figure out where her body is?"
………
"this……"
He Fei's question really confused Village Chief Yang. Not to mention, from the incident until now, he has never asked Mrs. Chen why she couldn't calculate the location of Zhao Huanzhen's body. After hearing this, the old man sighed slightly. Stunned, after he and Xiaoxia looked at each other, Village Chief Yang replied with a puzzled expression: "I haven't really asked about this, but I think there must be her reasons and reasons why Granny Chen can't calculate it. After all, Granny Chen She is also from Jingtao Village, so she definitely doesn’t want anything to happen to the villagers.”
"So this is the key to the problem!" Unexpectedly, Village Chief Yang finished his words, and He Fei suddenly made a move after adding the sentence. He stood up and left his seat, striding towards the door.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Seeing He Fei turning around to leave inexplicably, not only did Village Chief Yang ask subconsciously, but Zhao Chengbing was also baffled by the sudden action of his classmate and spoke almost at the same time as Village Chief Yang.
"I'm going to Granny Chen's house to ask her about something." He Fei turned around and replied.
Although the handsome young man thought of it, he did it, but after hearing the answer, Village Chief Yang shook his head and reminded: "You don't even know where Mrs. Chen lives, how can you go there? What's more..."
After a pause, he pointed to the door again.
Following his finger and looking out the door, he saw that the courtyard was dark, and the originally bright sky was now blurry. It was only then that He Fei realized that the time had arrived in the evening unknowingly!
"Except for some important matters, no one dares to go out at night recently."
Staring at the dim sky outside the door, and listening to the village chief's kind reminder, I thought of the folklore that hawks often come out at night to harm people...
For some reason, He Fei, who was eager to go out to look for clues just now, trembled unconsciously, then turned around and walked back to the house under the gaze of the other three people. The corner of his mouth twitched and said: "Well, then, well, it's actually okay to go tomorrow." It’s not too late.”
The young man was scared, but it was not his fault. After all, he was just a college student, an ordinary person who was exposed to supernatural events for the first time.
"Pfft."
He Fei's timid reaction made Xiaoxia laugh out loud on the spot, and the girl's smile also dispelled the somewhat solemn atmosphere in the room. Village Elder Yang is an old man. Although he has almost never left the village in his life, he has been the village leader for so many years. He was still far better than the young man in dealing with people and sophistication. Seeing that He Fei was timid and did not dare to go out at night, he was worried about his face and did not say much. He just glanced at the sky and ordered to his granddaughter:
"Xiaoxia, go to the West Room to clean up the room for the two guests first, and then go straight to dinner."
………
The fact that two city dwellers came to the village chief's house today would have been spread in the village in the past, but it is different now, very different. For this dead village with only about a hundred people left, unless the visitor is... A god who can save everyone, otherwise no one would care about it.
Everyone was frightened to death by the female locust and the bloody man who appeared out of nowhere outside the village. No one dared to leave the village. Even if they were in the village, every household stayed behind closed doors. Almost everyone hid in their homes and begged for help. They worshiped the Buddha, prayed to the gods to come down to earth to save them, and prayed that they would not be the next to disappear.
As night falls, Jingtao Village, which has been blown by strong winds all day long, becomes even quieter than during the day. Except for the candlelight exposed in some houses and the occasional barking of dogs, which proves that there are actually people living in the village, otherwise anyone would think that there are still people living in the village. This is a deserted village.
Village West Street.
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
Under the night, accompanied by a series of footsteps approaching from far away, a figure was walking alone on the street.
Wang Dayong, this name is actually good. Let’s not talk about whether it is unique or not. From the name alone, the first impression of a person with this name should not be that of a timid person.
Unfortunately, this feeling is wrong, very wrong.
He raised his head and glanced at the looming moon in the sky, and then stared at the dark and deserted street around him. Wang Dayong, who was holding a sack on his shoulders, was extremely frightened. He deliberately lowered his steps while walking, but even so, every step was still heard. It will make him even more frightened.
As a villager in Jingtao Village, of course he knew about the recent changes in the village and what the village was currently experiencing. The ungrateful Zhao Huanzhen died as soon as he died, but he did not expect that he would turn into a wolf after his death and then look for the villagers. revenge! During this period, people in the village continued to disappear mysteriously. If they left the village, they would be attacked by living corpses wandering outside the village. Faced with this desperate situation with no escape, the villagers were helpless and had no choice but to hide in their respective villages. The family is always afraid, and others are afraid, including him, Wang Dayong?
Yes, ever since he found out that he would be attacked by living corpses when leaving the village, Wang Dayong, who had completely given up the idea of escape, has been hiding at home like other villagers every day, not farming or working. Up to now, he relies on the food stored at home. On the surface, there seems to be no problem. But there is a saying that goes well, people are like iron rice and steel. If he doesn't eat even one meal, he will be hungry, which is also unlucky for Li Dayong. Other people's food reserves can last for a while, but as a bachelor whose wife died early, he has always been alone. After his wife's death, he had enough food for the whole family and had not saved much food. It was just enough for himself.
That was wrong, but because the sudden and terrifying change happened so quickly, when Wang Dayong opened the rice vat the afternoon before yesterday, he found that the vat was empty.
The small amount of food stored at home was all eaten up.
However, the fear of death brought by the female locust scared him so much that he did not dare to go out!
Until today, until this evening came, he couldn't bear it after being hungry for nearly two days. So, not wanting to starve to death, he plucked up the courage to leave home and went to the threshing floor in the west of the village, where there was a lot of corn. .
To be honest, if he didn't really have to, he would never go out of his house to pick up the grain drying in the barn in the west of the village, not to mention it was still night!
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta.
With fear in his heart, he walked in trepidation along the way. Fortunately, the journey was not too far. When it was confirmed that he would reach his compound after walking less than 100 meters, Wang Dayong perked up!
Finally, he succeeded!
Not only did he successfully carry back a sack of corn from the threshing floor in the west of the village, but he also returned home safe and sound.
squeak.
Bang!
Da da da da da!
Plop!
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
He hurriedly pushed open the courtyard door, turned around and bolted the door, rushed into the main room in three steps, put down the sack, and closed the door. After doing all this quickly, he was in the main room and plopped like a deflated rubber ball. He collapsed to the ground with a cry.
After breathing for a long time, the feeling of hunger in his belly brought Wang Dayong back to reality. Perhaps because he was too hungry, as soon as he got up, Wang Dayong rushed to the kitchen next door with a pile of corn in hand.
It was obvious that he wanted to boil the corn. After all, even if he was hungry, he couldn't eat raw corn. Even if he could eat it, he didn't have the teeth to chew it.
Entering the kitchen and coming to the stove, he first threw a few unwashed corn stalks into the pot, opened the water tank and kept scooping water into the pot. When there was enough water, Wang Dayong started to light a fire to cook.
Soon, the flames burst into flames on the stove, and the corn in the pot undulated and rolled in the gradually heating water.
Wang Dayong did not leave, but squatted near the stove and waited anxiously. .
He was very hungry and wished that the corn in the pot would be cooked immediately. Unfortunately, this was not realistic, so he had no choice but to hold back his saliva and wait, cursing in a low voice while waiting.
Yes, Wang Dayong was scolding someone, and the person being scolded was undoubtedly Zhao Huanzhen, who trapped him in the village and could not leave. It was enough to scare him so much that he shivered, but this time it was different. Because he was so hungry, Wang Dayong, who had not eaten for two days, forgot about his fear and the terrible reality that people still disappeared for no reason in the village every day. He was so hungry that he forgot about it. All the anger and dissatisfaction were blamed on Zhao Huanzhen.
Cursing from time to time:
"Damn woman, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, would I be where I am today?"
After cursing for a while, Wang Dayong couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he watched the heat gradually rising from the pot.
only……
Because his attention was always focused on the iron pot on the stove, there was something, or a detail that suddenly appeared at an unknown time, that was not noticed by Wang Dayong.
The camera moves to the kitchen window.
A stream of water, an inaudible clear stream of water, slowly flowed into the house through the cracks in the window. The process was extremely secretive and silent.
Yes, water flow, no matter how you look at it, is a thin stream of water, a slender stream of water that usually evaporates quickly when it falls on the ground. However, the strange thing is that this seemingly ordinary stream of water that comes from nowhere is now But it moves on its own as if it is alive.
It flowed into the kitchen along the window crack, first quietly approached the stove, and finally got into the iron pot that was about to boil.
"Dayong..."
While waiting, Wang Dayong vaguely heard the sound.
A female voice that was very familiar to him and still left a deep impression on him.
And that voice seemed to be calling him, gently calling his name.
The sound became louder and clearer, until it finally sounded like it was ringing directly in my ears.
"Dayong...Dayong..."
Um?
If Wang Dayong was a little stunned when he first heard the voice, and then wondered if he was hearing hallucinations due to being too hungry, but when the increasingly familiar female voice became clearer and clearer, the man finally recalled who the owner of the voice was. .
Minjuan!
It was the voice of his wife who had been dead for five years!
"Minjuan? Minjuan, is that you? Where are you? Where are you?"
In a daze, Wang Dayong couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream. He looked excited and stood up with a roar. Then he subconsciously turned his head to look around, his eyes scanning the kitchen one after another. It was very obvious that his wife's voice made Wang Dayong instantly fall into memories. In his memories, he remembered Minjuan, who had a very good relationship with him during his lifetime, and Minjuan's death due to illness was his eternal regret.
It is conceivable that after several years, when a man hears his wife’s voice again, how can a man not be surprised? How not to get excited? Excited, he began to look for it and followed the sound.
"Dayong...I'm here, I'm here..."
Wang Dayong followed the sound and moved towards the stove, finally confirming that the sound came from the pot.
Out of longing and even more out of curiosity, Wang Dayong stretched out his arm and opened the lid of the pot.
As the lid of the pot was lifted, he stood in front of the stove and was extremely curious. He subconsciously stretched his neck and stretched his head directly above the iron pot. Then he lowered his head and looked at the iron pot and the high-temperature boiling water in the pot. .
Looking through the heat, the first thing that catches the eye in the iron pot is not the corn that is about to be cooked, but...
A human head! ! !
A woman's head, a woman's head grinning ferociously in scalding boiling water!
As for the woman’s face, Wang Dayong will never forget it until his death!
That face, that head...
It's Zhao Huanzhen!
Surprisingly, it was the foreign woman who had been to Jingtao Village but died unexpectedly and her body has not been found so far. She was a neurotic and crazy woman in my impression!
At this moment, Zhao Huanzhen's disheveled head was staring at him like this, staring up at him while looking up at him in the extremely hot cauldron of boiling water, with the corners of his mouth cracking and grinning ferociously!
