Chapter 211: recording

"I heard that when Dong Dacheng was young, he was still a famous writer in Genhe City! He had written novels about rural people and things in the countryside. At that time, there was also the director of Genhe, who wanted to record his local novels. It was filmed into a TV series, but later due to funding problems, there was no actual operation. But at that time, Dong Dacheng was simply the pride of their village. In addition, their ancestors hunted and made bacon, so there was a reputation as a hunter writer. If this guy keeps writing novels, maybe he will become famous in his later years!"
"But I don't know why. After he became famous, Dong Dacheng suddenly stopped writing, and the whole person went deep and simplified, and he became less and less in contact with others. Even then, few people knew him."
I said to myself that this is really great, but I didn't expect that Dong Dacheng himself is a writer. Regarding the original matter, this guy will definitely have a record, I don't know if we can find his record.
We spent the night in the mourning hall last night, but it was in the courtyard of Dong Dacheng's house. This was the first time we entered his house.
Dong Dacheng’s house is different from the houses of the villagers we’ve been in contact with before. Although the house is quite old from the outside, the taste can still be seen in the interior decoration.
What opened my eyes even more was that they even had a study room at home!
Liangzi and I immediately started searching in the study.
It is said that I came, but in reality, I was basically looking for it by myself. Ryoko was just eating by the side. I smelled it on the side, and I felt a little restless. Ryoko seemed to be reincarnated from a hungry ghost, holding the plate and stuffing it frantically into my mouth. I was a little itchy in my heart.
Seeing that this guy ate so much, he didn't mean to keep it for me at all, I was a little unhappy.
After the whole day, the two of us took a sip of porridge in the morning and then never ate anything. Although I am busy hitting the back of the head, this does not mean that I am not hungry. This kid is a bit too shameful.
I stood up and was about to say something to this idiot. Unexpectedly, when I got up, I was a little anxious and knocked down an ornament next to me. When I went to pick up this ornament, my head accidentally knocked on the corners of the cabinet. , And then fell to the ground. This series of reactions caused the plank under my feet to shift, revealing a small hidden space.
"Brilliant old iron, you can find hidden grids here, you are really lucky."
Ryoko teased me with a smiley face, and I gave him an angry look.
This secret compartment is not big, at most it is the size of a palm, and inside is a very heavy notebook.
I was a little excited, it seems that this notebook should be what I am looking for!
I quickly took out the notebook and looked through it quickly.
But after a few seconds, I was a little disappointed.
The content of this notebook is not the same as what I thought before. These are all the materials and essays recorded by Dong Dacheng, and there are even some messy modern poems.
Now I can see that when Dong Dacheng was young, he was indeed a literary and artistic youth, but his literary and artistic things are of no use to us.
I flipped through the notebook quickly. Fortunately, there are not only modern poems on it, but also some essays similar to diaries, but these things are very brief, and sometimes a sentence appears suddenly, which seems to be endless. Except for the person involved, I am afraid that no one else can understand what is written on it.
I read page after page, seeing the end, and finally a relatively long essay appeared.
"I will never forget that day, what happened on that day, I dreamt it again. I, grandpa and father, have been in the mountains for more than two days. All traps are empty. It's not that the traps didn't work. , But all the deer and roe deer caught in the trap were eaten by a kind of beast."
"Father said that he had never seen such a beast that was so violent and would tear up these prey and eat so cleanly. It seems that this is a very precious beast, or it may be a Siberian tiger. If you can catch it like this The wild beast, handed over to relevant scientific researchers, should be able to get a large reward."
"But Grandpa doesn't agree with my father. Grandpa thinks that this is not something that ordinary beasts can do. It may be some kind of spirit or even a ghost. We are just ordinary hunters, so don't provoke her."
"But soon, my father raised another question. We have been walking for two days, and the dry food we brought is not much. Also, depending on the weather, there will be a heavy snowfall of goose feathers. Now we will return to the original road and the mountain will be covered by heavy snow. The speed of travel will also be greatly reduced, the original two-day journey, this time, it may take a full week. If this is the case, we will freeze and starve to death in the ice and snow."
"So my father suggested that we continue to track the traces of this guy and move forward. If we can meet it, then it is naturally best. If we can't meet it, we will solve the problem of filling our stomachs first, and pick up any prey. Build a school house in the mountain and wait until the heavy snow has passed..."
After recording this, large stains began to appear.
I think these stains are all black, like blood.
After the blood stains, I saw only a few words.
"We are really hungry, and my father has been telling me that this is just a cruel monkey. Just look at his nails to know how he could be a human. In the end..."
Seeing this, I just feel that my spine shines. I almost know what happened.
"This joke is really a big deal! What we have to solve is far from being as simple as Dong Dacheng's corpse!"
I said to my heart that it was 60,000 yuan, but it was really hard to handle. I knew it, let alone six hundred thousand, even if you gave me six hundred thousand, I didn't want to touch this mold.
Until this time, Ryoko didn't know what was going on. This guy pulled a chicken thigh and ate his mouth full of oil, and asked stupidly: "What's wrong, what's going on? Why is your kid always making fuss every day of?"
"It's not a fuss, but we are too lucky. Do you know why your father didn't get things done here decades ago?"