Chapter 23: | Feast of Death (5)

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Lin Banxia's eyes lit up.
"I came to fetch the water that day." Jiang Ruonan said, "Seeing him slip by the stream, and ... his head got stuck in the gap between the two stones. I wanted to help, but I couldn't pull it out. Come out. "She lowered her eyes, and a slight tremor in her tone," I don't know how such a coincidence happened. The two stones, like life, stuck his head firmly ... Later He died. I was afraid that others would misunderstand me when they knew about it, so I did n’t say it. "
Song Qingluo said: "He also came to fetch water by the river?"
"It shouldn't be." Jiang Ruonan replied, "I didn't see a tool for taking water by the river."
Song Qingluo pondered for a moment and asked another question. He said, "Did all the causes and locations of all the people who died in your village have been recorded?"
"Write down." Jiang Ruonan said, "All of them are at Grandpa He's home. He is senior and he knows how to treat diseases. Generally, the body is carried to him first." She said, "But I don't recommend you Where he is, he ... doesn't like foreigners very much. "
Song Qingluo said: "Oh, when was the first person you died?"
"Mid-March." Jiang Ruonan said, "I remember very well that day the weather was exceptionally good, and the snow on the mountain began to melt ... The man walked back after washing his clothes by the stream, who would have slipped halfway I fell and broke my neck like this. "
After Jiang Ruonan finished speaking, the water in the jar was also full. She carefully picked up the water jar and prepared to go back. Lin Banxia looked at Song Qingluo: "Are you going?"
"Go." Song Qingluo nodded.
Although they didn't say where to go, they knew it.
He Huaian failed to wait for the sky to light up, Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia went out for about an hour, and the sky began to rain. Bean-sized raindrops fell mercilessly, hitting small holes on the fluffy ground.
Mou Xinsi changed her clothes, packed her bags, and sat quietly beside He Huaian. She looked out the window, her eyes full of melancholy, not knowing what she was thinking.
He Huaian said: "Let's go." It seems that the weather is not going to get better.
"Where are you going?" Mu Xinsi asked.
"Of course it's sending you out of the village." He Huaian was a little anxious. "You wait, I'll go find the rain gear, and I'll be back soon."
Mou Xinsi yelled, watching He Huaian push out the door and go out.
The rain is still ticking down, like a thick curtain, covering the light and covering the whole world. In the sound of the whizzing rain, Mou Xinsi's ear caught a strange sound, like crying, like howling, and like a low groan. She knew that the sound she heard was true. Like the coffin and the knocked door panel, the sound behind the door was also true—
"Come out ... come out ..."
"Come out ... come out ..."
As if whispering, as if calling, the voice tempted Mu Xinsi, forcing her to stand up, step by step, step by step, he walked extremely difficult, fear of the sound instinct and strong curiosity about the unknown, formed a fierce conflict , But in the end, curiosity still prevailed.
When Mou Xinsi reached the window, she saw the window and stood a woman.
The woman turned her back and was pulling her hair vigorously. She was so powerful that she continued to pull the black hair to the ground, even revealing her scalp, but even so, the woman ’s movements did not stop. under. She had no hair to pull, and began to tear her skin, as if she were undressing—the dazzling red inside, revealing white bones.
Mou Xin thought to scream, but she couldn't move, her body seemed to solidify into a lifeless statue, and she couldn't do such a simple act of closing her eyes.
The woman continued, and in the heavy rain, she finally tore off the skin sac that she was wearing and turned into a bone.
She turned around, revealing her unrecognizable cheeks—and the black eyes. Mou Xinsi stared blankly at her, unable to remove her gaze for a moment, the woman smiled, and showed a strange smile to Mou Xinsi-Mu Xinsi could not understand why a smile on the face of a skull, her eyes It started to tingle, and his head was like a muddy muddy mess.
The cold wind howled, Mou Xinsi exhausted all his strength, blinked hard, and then the woman in front of her disappeared into her vision.
Everything has returned to its original appearance, and the people in the courtyard have disappeared. It seems that everything just now is just Mu Xinsi's illusion. She let out a sigh of relief and felt her heart beating quickly, as if she would spit out of her throat. However, Mu Xinsi's breath was not finished yet, and she felt a pair of cold and sticky hands holding her cheeks, and the and fleshy face of the bones stretched out from the side of her ear to her eyes, laughing. Asked her: "I help you take it off, OK?"
At the moment of hearing this voice, Mou Xinsi felt that something in her body was broken, her body became dead, and all the sounds disappeared.
At this moment, her life finally returned to tranquility.
He Huaian went to run to get an umbrella. The umbrella was placed next to the toilet. He came back in the past and it only took three minutes.
It's only three minutes, and Mu Xinsi is definitely not going to have a problem.
He Huaian thought so, but when he came back, he still hurried a lot. He ran back into the house and saw Mou Xinsi looking blankly out the window. Outside the window is the courtyard, empty and nothing, only the rain curtain formed by heavy rain, like a bead curtain.
When He Huaian saw that Mu Xinsi was okay, he was relieved and lowered his head to pick up the luggage and said, "Xiaosi, let's go."
Mou Xinsi didn't move.
"Xiao Si?" He Huaian thought she hadn't heard it, and her voice was louder.
Mou Xinsi still did not move.
A terrible premonition hit He Huaian's heart. He stepped forward, shaking his hands, and patting Mu Xinsi's arm gently, shaking his voice: "Xiao Si, what's wrong with you?"
Mou Xinsi looked calmly out of the window, and there seemed to be something in the rain curtain that ingested all her mind. No matter how He Huaian yelled, she could not make her react.
"Xiao Si !!!" He Huaian realized that Mu Xinsi was not right, he panicked immediately, he called Mu Xinsi's name, held her cheek hard, shake her body, trying to make her from a stiff state Li eased over.
Mou Xinsi finally responded, her eyelids trembling violently, her throat making a terrified err, and then as if she saw something, her pupils shrank suddenly and began to spread.
He Huaian had seen the dead, and naturally knew what the dead man ’s eyes looked like. He watched Mou Xinsi ’s pupils lose their vivid colors, slowly began to spread, and the eyelids drooped slowly. She was originally stiff. The body quickly softened, like a pool of flesh that had lost bones, piled in front of He Huaian.
"Mou Xinsi, Mu Xinsi !!!" He Huaian screamed her name in panic, put her down on the ground, and began to press her chest hard, constantly doing cardiopulmonary function recovery to wake her up. However, his movements were good, not to mention common sense. At this time, he was in vain.
Mu Xinsi's skin gradually became cold, and his pulse, heartbeat, and breathing all stopped.
However, in three minutes, she became a cold body in a place where He Huaian could not see.
He Huai'an's hand stopped, no longer trying to press on Mu Xinsi's chest, but slowly sat on the ground, he turned his head blankly, and saw the courtyard behind him, where there was nothing, only the curtain like pouring rain .
Why did Mu Xinsi stare at the yard all the time before she died. Was it something that existed there that claimed her life?
He Huaian couldn't figure it out.
Mu Xinsi's body lay quietly on the ground, fear and stiffness disappeared from her body, she became serene, her body soft and calm, as if she had just entered a peaceful deep sleep. He Huaian picked her up and put it carefully on the bed.
I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe two hours. When he regained consciousness again, he heard someone calling his name. He Huai'an raised his head and saw the head of the village. The head of the village also saw the girl who had lost her life on the bed. His eyes showed some sadness, and he whispered, "What's wrong with your friend, lad?
"She is dead." He Huaian heard his voice.
"Dead? How did you die?" The village chief asked.
"I don't know." He Huaian said, "She was dead when I came back."
"Ah, I told you to leave earlier." The village chief glanced at Mu Xinsi, and there was also a pity in his eyes, sighing, "Look at this poor child ..."
He Huaian did not know what he should say, he seemed unable to think for a while.
The village chief whispered: "Next, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." He Huaian said blankly, "I don't know."
"Would you like to have something to eat first?" Said the village chief. "I've made chicken soup ..."
He Huaian whispered: "No, I want to guard her here and wait for my friend to come back. Thank you for your kindness."
"People are iron rice and steel, and it doesn't matter if they don't eat." The village chief said, "You're waiting here, I'll bring you some food." He coughed twice and then stepped out of the house, planning Get some food for He Huaian.
He Huaian did not say yes, nor did he say bad, but he suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "Village head, yesterday, someone hanged at our door. Do you know that person?"
The village chief paused and asked vaguely, "Where are the people?"
"The body is in the hall, did you not see it?" He Huaian wondered.
"I didn't pay attention." The village chief said, "You are guarding here, I'll go over and see."
Grandpa He is an old man in Sanshui Village. He is 86 years old and has a long life this year. He had a boy and a woman and two children under his knees. Fortunately, when he was young, he learned medicine and cured many small problems of the villagers, so he was considered highly virtuous.
Jiang Ruonan said that after the strange things happened in the village, Grandpa He always resisted the village head to ask for help from outsiders, saying that it was the villagers who angered the mountain and caused disaster. At first, the villagers did not take these words from Grandpa He's heart until the situation gradually got out of control, and more and more people began to think that Grandpa He was right.
Because he is the only doctor in the village, almost all the people who died have to be seen with him, so he is also the only person in the village with all the death records of the villagers. Jiang Ruonan told Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo where Grandpa He lived, and he carried the water away.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo went to the place she said, and saw the grandpa He.
But they were out of luck today and were unable to get in because it happened that there was a funeral procession that came out of the house and came to the end of the team. It was an elderly old man with a cane and a somber complexion. In the rain curtain, although he could not see his face clearly, he could feel the lifelessness of the elderly belonging to him.
Today is heavy rain again, and the funeral procession has deserted a lot. No one carried the coffin anymore, just wrapped the person in a cloth. There were too many people here. Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia were afraid to go up with the villagers. They just didn't dare to go up. It was not too early at this time, and they thought of coming over tomorrow when there are fewer people.
The two returned to the village head ’s house under the heavy rain. Although Song Qingluo wrapped himself as tightly as possible, he still got some hair wet. They entered the house. Lin Banxia went to find a dry towel first. Be careful Helping Song Qingluo wipe the water stains on his hair, he said, "Do you want to roast a fire? You have a pretty face."
"It's okay." Song Qingluo said, "It's a little cold." His black eyes were half drooping, and he looked more tired than usual.
Lin Banxia said: "The village head must be back, and the coffin in the courtyard and the body in the hall are gone."
Song Qingluo said: "Well."
"I just don't know if He Huaian they left." Lin Banxia said, "Would you like to see it?"
Song Qingluo said, "Alright."
Next, the two went to the rooms of He Huaian and Mu Xinsi and saw that there was no one in the house. Lin Banxia sighed with relief: "It seems to be gone."
"No." Song Qingluo's face changed, "They didn't leave."
Lin Banxia was shocked.
Song Qingluo pointed to the corner of the room and saw that there was a suitcase there, which was the one Mu Xinsi brought with him.
"They didn't leave?" Lin Banxia immediately tense up, "Is something wrong?"
Song Qingluo frowned: "Find them separately."
The two looked up in the yard. Fortunately, the yard was small. Lin Banxia soon found He Huaian in another room, but before he had time to relax, he noticed that He Huaian's expression was not right.
"What happened?" Lin Banxia asked He Huaian after entering the house.
"Mou Xinsi is dead." He Huaian whispered.
Lin Banxia thought he had heard it wrong, and asked again inconceivably: "What did you say? What happened to Mou Xinsi?"
"Mou Xinsi is dead." He Huai'an said, he looked towards him, Lin Banxia followed his eyes and saw Mu Xinsi lying motionless on the bed.
Lin Banxia suddenly felt cold, and walked to Mu Xinsi's side in a few steps. Mu Xinsi closed his eyes and looked calm, not like dead, but like he was sleeping. However, when Lin Banxia carefully probed her pulse, only her hope was broken, Mu Xinsi's wrist was cold, and her pulse was not beating-she was indeed dead.
"What's going on? What happened?" Lin Banxia turned to look at He Huaian.
"I don't know, I don't know." He Huaian's smile was so bitter that he almost cried out. "When we were about to leave, I went to the yard and got two umbrellas. She won't do it ... "
Lin Banxia said, "Why ... not?"
"I don't know." He Huaian repeated these three words and shook his head unceasingly. "I don't know what happened to her. I only know that she has been staring at the yard, looking at it, and the person fell down?"
Lin Banxia didn't understand it. If Mou Xinsi was scared to death when she saw something terrible, at least some scary features would appear on her face, but at this time she looked calm, as if calm. Died in his sleep.
"What happened to Mu Xinsi?" Just as Lin Banxia thought, Song Qingluo also came. After he entered the house, his eyes also fell on the dead Mu Xinsi.
"Dead." He Huaian repeated again.
Song Qingluo glanced at him, but didn't ask why. He went directly to Mu Xinsi, and after simply checking her life characteristics, calmly said, "You describe me in detail what happened."
He Huaian said: "Good ..."
Then he said everything about Song Qingluo after they left. When he said that the village chief appeared after Mou Xinsi's death, Song Qingluo frowned slightly. He said, "The village chief is here? He is now where?"
"I don't know. I left after cooking." He Huaian said, "I don't know where he is."
"Have you eaten?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Not yet." He Huaian said, "No appetite."
"Don't touch the food in the village, including water." Song Qingluo said, "There may be something wrong here. I have a general idea now and need to confirm it tomorrow. Tonight ... you are with us Go to sleep. "
"What about Mu Xinsi?" He Huaian asked blankly, "She is afraid of the dark, so she can't put her in the house alone ..."
Song Qingluo said: "It's okay, just put her in our house. I'm not afraid. Are you afraid?"
He Huaian smiled bitterly: "What are the dead people afraid of." The scary things are the unknown things that made them die.
Although Song Qingluo foresees the danger, He Huaian will let Mou Xinsi send away as soon as possible, but it is still a step late. Without a moment of effort, the unknown has taken Mu Xinsi ’s life. She is still young, and she should have a better future, and she should not end up in such an embarrassing situation.
The night was getting deeper, the village head hadn't returned, and all three were unwilling to eat, but in order to maintain physical strength, they still reluctantly ate some compressed biscuits they carried with them.
Mu Xinsi's body was wrapped in a quilt by Lin Banxia and placed in the corner of the room. The three didn't talk much when they were sleeping, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
He Huaian lay in bed, but couldn't sleep at all, he turned over and over, and all that appeared in his mind was Mou Xinsi's blank view of the courtyard. What did she see before she died suddenly? Do those things lose their lives with just a glance? So the villagers here will die so bizarrely? He Huaian should have been calm, but he found that he could not do it, no matter how many times, he still could not calmly deal with the death of his companion. This is probably the biggest gap between the recorder and the monitor.
The recorder is just some ordinary human beings who will be afraid and will be afraid. The only use is to leave all the information they know before death and pave the way for the latecomers. The monitor is the puzzle solver who uses this information to solve the puzzle. Only they can guard the heretics from the dark. He Huaian thought of this and rubbed his dry eyes heavily.
The rain outside the window seemed to never stop. The air was filled with moist water vapor and the disgusting musty smell on the bedding. A uniform breathing sound came from He Huaian, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo were asleep, and seemed to sleep well, even without moving.
He Huaian glanced carefully at the screen of his mobile phone. It was already three o'clock in the morning. If he did not sleep again, it would be dawn. After thinking for a while, he slowly sat up from the bed without wearing shoes, so he groped like a blind man. When he reached the table, he wanted to take a sip and relax. The table was right next to the bed. It was easy to find. He Huaian walked carefully to the table and found the water bottle on the table.
He Huai'an just opened the lid and heard a thundering mumble in his ear ... thunder. He glanced conditionedly towards the courtyard, the windows were black and lacquered, there was no light source, as if there was a black cloth covering the windows, and nothing could be seen.
A bright flash of lightning appeared on the sky, pulling out long golden lines, and also illuminating the dark courtyard. He Huaian, who was drinking water, seemed to see something. He thought he was wrong. His face was closer to the glass. Another flash of lightning, He Huaian saw that a pale face appeared outside the dark window. The owner of the face put the cheek on the glass, between the two, only with a fist. .
"Ah!" He Huaian was frightened and stepped back abruptly. When he looked at the window again, the face was gone. He Huaian saw the scene and hurried out of the house. But the dark courtyard was empty and there was nothing.
"What's wrong?" The movement woke up Lin Banxia, ​​who was asleep, and he opened his eyes confusedly, and saw He Huaian standing at the door, with a look of panic.
"I seem to have seen the village head just now." Although frightened, He Huaian still remembered the owner of that face clearly. "It was the village head I saw during the day."
"The village chief?" Lin Banxia wondered. "What is he doing here?"
"I don't know." He Huaian whispered, "I woke up and saw that he was peeking behind the window. When he chased out, the man was gone. Is that man really the village head? He ran out of our window What do you think? Is it because we are worried that something happened to us? "
Lin Banxia naturally could not answer the series of questions of He Huaian, and felt that the village head felt very bad. Instead, Song Qingluo said softly, "Sleep first, and say it tomorrow." The tone was soothing.
"Okay ..." He Huaian lost his soul and returned to the bed, wrapping himself in a bedding. After finishing this action, he realized that he seemed to be a bit like Mou Xinsi last night ...