Rebirth of India: Superior

Rats galloping is a classic scene from Hollywood horror movies. Countless rats swarmed out of the gutter, all of them with fierce eyes, like thousands of cold stars. Like locusts they trample over the unlucky woman (usually the beautiful vase who dies young). Her screams made every audience in front of the screen feel the same horror. Suddenly, a rat with stiff hair got into her "O"-shaped mouth and twisted its butt playfully. The woman's mouth was wrapped around the rat's fat torso, swollen like a grenade ready to explode, and its flesh and blood were mutilated at any moment. After a while, there was only a long tail left in the mouth. It's a close-up of the actress's twitching and ferocious facial muscles.

?The director hides the picture in black. The voice-over was still unyielding, and with a sudden sound, he told the audience that the mouse had completely penetrated the house. The scenes of rats swarming in the movie were synthesized by computers. The director probably didn't know there was a place in the world where he could make his movie more realistic and terrifying. It is a rat temple in northern India.

From the outside, this "rat temple" looks extremely clean and has no smell. The silver door is engraved with animal and plant patterns. One of them is a group photo of pigeons and rats competing for food. No admission fee. But you must take off your shoes to enter. Most foreign tourists take off their shoes outside the temple, while locals put their shoes inside the door.

At this time, Amisha took off her shoes and said to Shakru: "Brother Shakru, you are really lying to me. What's so scary about this place? Look at how clean it is and how good the air is. It's really a good place to travel." ”

Shakru replied nonchalantly: "Isn't it too early to start talking nonsense before you even enter the gate? Please don't scream in fright later!"

The four people walked into the main entrance while talking and laughing. Behind the door is an open space the size of a basketball court, paved with black and white marble tiles. There is a dense net above the head, allowing nothing but sunlight to penetrate. Directly in front is the main temple. The entrance hall is very deep, and you can vaguely see the golden statues inside. There are several enamel basins in the open space on the left, filled with water or milk. Behind the drinking area is the canteen, where a worker is cooking something in a large pot. Several women in brightly colored saris chatted away. The priest in white clothes lay barefoot on the steps in front of the temple and slept. A boy stood by the wall, as if chasing something. And my location is in the middle of the open space with direct sunlight.

If this is all true, then this is just an ordinary Indian temple, but what makes this place unique and unique is that you must add the real owner of this place to the description just now, and then you will The visual and auditory sensory impact you will feel is definitely much more real and exciting than sitting in a theater and watching a horror movie.

The dense net in the sky prevents rat-loving birds from harming them. The mice that have lost their natural enemies no longer need to be timid. Instead, they swing their long tails and scurry around. The famous idiom used to describe the relationship between man and mouse has to be slightly modified here: when the mouse crosses the street, everyone gives way.

Looking around, there are at least four to five hundred rats that can be seen. After all, there are still only a few people patrolling outside during the day. Some are sucking greedily by the water basin or milk basin; some are hanging on the carved iron gates and sleeping leisurely; some are competing for rice on the ground with the pigeons that fly into the temple - one is a not too ferocious bird, and the other is too small. The beasts with numbers each have a winning field, and each has a winner or loser.

At this moment, let alone Amisa, even Shakru himself felt his teeth chattering and his legs trembling. When a gray-haired mouse scurried across Amisa's feet, the little girl could no longer suppress her excitement. He screamed out of fear, then grabbed Shaklu tightly and said tremblingly: "S-Brother Shaklu, why are there so many rats here?"

Shakru calmly patted Amisha on the back and said, "Is this the Rat Temple? There will naturally be a lot of rats."

"Grandpa, he is a big liar. He told me that there are all rat statues here. There is not a rat at all. It is not scary at all. That's why I came. I didn't expect it to be like this. Huh, let's see if I go back. His beard was pulled off by him," Amisa said bitterly.

In fact, Amisa really misunderstood his grandfather. How could old Patela not know the situation in the Mouse Temple? It's not like he had never been there before, but he felt that in this case, it would be more beneficial. As the relationship between young men and women grows, why else would boys usually invite the girls they like to watch horror movies? It’s not to show their bravery, but also to have the opportunity to enjoy some intimate contact.

Shakru comforted: "Amisha, don't be afraid, let's go to a sunny place over there. Rats don't like the sun, so they don't dare to come." Although he said this, Shakru suddenly thought in his mind that maybe those rats would complain that they were as timid as rats when they saw him like this. Ah, no, they should be worse than rats.

At this time, it was not just Shaklu and the others who hid in the sun, but also some tourists. In sharp contrast to them, the locals in those temples obviously truly regarded the rats as their own relatives. The boy in the canteen is making porridge for the mice. Another worker moved a tree root full of holes, and the little mice happily drilled through the tree holes. This was their veritable Disneyland. The women chatted and scattered the newly harvested rice on the ground. The two mice at the feet of the priest in white were fighting until they stood up. The boy by the wall was playing hide-and-seek with a mouse, and from time to time he used his little hands to touch the fearless pet.

Although this description looks sunny, the actual situation is definitely not so beautiful. Even Amisa, Kabaeva and several female tourists couldn't help vomiting.

At this time, a staff member came over with a cleaning tool, cleaning up the vomit of the ladies, and advised: "Don't be afraid, there are holy rats here, they won't hurt people, and according to our local customs, if you are stepped on by a rat in the rat temple, it will bring good luck for the day. In addition, the Rat King will appear in the main hall today, so don't miss the opportunity. If you can get the touch of the Rat King, it will be the greatest honor in Bikaner!"

PS: I am so sick of writing these few chapters. I have decided that I will never write such heavy-tasting plots again. Now I really admire those full-time writers who write about supernatural things. They are really brave! ! ! Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net