Shigeaki

The person who died was an old man in his 50s. The main surnames in Wanshou Village are Zhang, Liu and Qin. people.

His body was carried to the central fitness plaza. It was wet, as if it had been fished out of the water. There was no scar on the exposed skin, and his hands were even clasped in front of his chest, as if he had fallen asleep. The same, but the expression on the face is extremely terrified, and a pair of cloudy eyes are wide open as if they are dying, which makes people gasp.

Even someone as bold as Jing Hai shivered.

Hua Mao even hopped and hid behind Chongming, feeling terrified: "Oh my god, my young master's heart is about to jump out."

When something like this happened, almost all the people in the village gathered, there were scattered tourists, Gu Zhan and Liu Shufang were also there, and they all looked frightened.

Old man Liu's wife was not afraid, she threw herself next to old man Liu's body and wailed loudly, crying and shouting, the village chief's wife and another woman went to pull her, but they couldn't pull her up.

Listening to the conversations of the villagers, Chongming knew that the old man Liu and his wife originally had a son, but unfortunately, an accident happened on the construction site when they went out to work, and he died on the spot. Old man Liu's wife was the only one left in the whole family, how could she not be sad.

"Alright, alright!"

The village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waved to the people around him with one big head and two big heads: "Everyone, let's leave first, Liu Laosan stays, and the others go back quickly if they have nothing to do."

He went forward and apologized to a group of tourists: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but who knew that Liu Lao Er secretly went swimming in the river by himself, but his feet cramped and drowned. It's really a pity for everyone to see this." I can’t stop, to express my apologies, I will bear all the expenses you have spent in the village these days!"

A more serious tourist stood up: "How is the repair of the bridge? Can I go? Or is there a boat? I have to go to work as usual tomorrow. If the boss asks tomorrow, how can I explain it?"

Someone took the lead, and the tourists next to him also opened their mouths. If it’s just the bridge collapse, you can bear it. After all, natural disasters and accidents can’t be helped, but people died suddenly, and the death was so weird. Good to go.

The village head was helpless, and said sorry again.

When the village first started to operate, there were boats. Taking a small boat to visit Huanhua River was also a great means of attracting tourists, but perhaps because the villagers were not good at rowing, there were several accidents, and once even almost drowned the guests. Afterwards, the event was canceled and the boats were all sold off.

The village chief wiped his sweat and bent over to explain, and the low-pitched appearance made the tourists unable to say anything. They could only choose to stay for one night under his guarantee and leave the next day.

Arriving in front of Chongming and his party, about a few of them were too prominent, not like ordinary people, especially Wei Shufang, who was wrapped in a suit, wearing white gloves and holding a cane. Naturally, he couldn't do anything embarrassing others, so he agreed with the village chief's words, not to mention that they were here to investigate the weird incident, and they wouldn't leave until it was resolved.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chongming squatted down next to the corpse, looked up and down carefully, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pointing to old man Liu's curled up right hand: "He seems to be holding something in his hand?"

Although the hands are curled tightly, maybe the things they are holding are too big, and if you look closely, you can still see a color different from the skin.

His voice was not loud, and only the few people around the corpse could hear him. At this time, except for the sobbing and crying old man Liu's wife, the village chief's wife and a few other women who comforted the old man's wife heard the sound. Yan glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously.

"About catching water plants while struggling in the water..."

The village chief's daughter-in-law said casually, looking at the expression on the old man's body, she was also a little timid, so she didn't start to look at it.

Seeing this, Chongming simply stretched out his hand and opened Old Man Liu's hand, took it out and saw that it was actually a piece of fabric with peach-red florals reflected on the white background.

"This is..." He raised his hand and pulled off the fabric to show it. His eyes flashed, and he blurted out in surprise, "Why is there fabric? It seems to be the hem of the clothes. Could it be that he was pushed down?"

This time the voice was amplified due to surprise, to ensure that the villagers and tourists who had not gone far could hear clearly, and there was an uproar.

The crying of old man Liu's wife stopped abruptly, her eyes were fixed on the cloth in her hand, as if she saw something terrible, her face was full of fear, her voice trembling: "This... this..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and passed away.

"Ah—" There was a piercing scream from the crowd, and a man in his forties collapsed on the ground, trembling, "She's back...she's back for revenge..." He got up and stumbled towards the outside of the village, as if fleeing for his life.

"Qin Hu!" The village chief yelled hurriedly, seeing that he couldn't do it, he turned around and directed the people around him, "Hurry up, hurry up and chase him back, what if something happens to him?!"

The young men seemed to be unaware of this, and they chased after them under the urging of their parents.

After this commotion, the villagers and tourists who hadn't gone far came back and asked what happened. Those who didn't leave looked at each other, but intentionally or unintentionally, the villagers stood together and the tourists gathered in one place, quite clearly. Stance.

There are not many tourists staying in Wanshou Village today, and there are only about [-] tourists in total. Most of them are young people, and there are only two middle-aged people. They seem to be a couple.

At this time, he stood up again and asked the tourists if they should find a way to leave now.

Chongming finished showing the evidence, got up and returned to him under the gesture of his senior brother.

Wei Shufang shook his head lightly at him, motioning him to keep quiet. Taking advantage of the confusion on both sides, he took off his gloves, stretched out his slender fingers and lightly covered Chongming's hand, and the fingertips caught the rag in his hand .

Chong Ming blinked, understood his senior's plan, turned to cover, and pulled Hua Mao on one side to block the other side.

The senior brother's hand was cold, like porcelain and jade, because he touched the rag and rubbed it on the back of his hand a few times, it was itchy, and he couldn't help curling his fingers.

Wei Shufang let out a sigh in his heart, since...he has never had skin-to-skin contact with anyone, so when Chongming rushed forward to hug him, he was very surprised.

The boy's hand may be warm when held by others, but it is scorching hot in his hand, as if he touched a stove, and a steady stream of heat was sent to his body from the place where the skin touched, and he felt refreshed all over his body until he felt When he felt hot, he reluctantly let go.

"How is it?" Chong Ming approached him and asked in a low voice.

Wei Shufang withdrew his hand calmly, nodded slightly, and signaled to talk later.

Chongming tilted his head, wondering if it was his illusion, why did he feel that his brother's complexion suddenly improved a lot.

"Boss." Jing Hai went to communicate with the middle-aged tourist on their behalf, then stepped back and said, "They plan to go back and pack their things now, and find a way to leave as soon as possible."

Chongming glanced at the crowd over there, but saw that Gu Zhan was looking over, met his gaze, and seemed to say something, Chongming decisively withdrew his gaze.

Wei Shufang seemed to know something, put on his gloves again, and said calmly, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy to leave."

As if to prove what he said, there was a sudden noise. The young people who had just chased the man named Qin Hu back came back. They chased them back, but they were corpses.

This completely shocked everyone.

Several youths stumbled and carried the body to the old man Liu, and immediately collapsed on the ground with a look of horror, and relatives from all families hurried forward to appease him.

"what happened?"

There was a commotion among the tourists.

The young man shivered and explained: "No, I don't know... Uncle Qin collapsed as soon as he walked to the water's edge. Really, we all saw it. When we walked over and took a look, we found it, we found it..." He pointed at Qin Hu's body speechless.

Everyone looked and saw Qin Hu clasped his hands in front of his chest, his eyes were wide open, his expression was distorted, exactly the same as the old man Liu's death.

Chongming turned his head to the side, and saw a round of red sunset hanging on the horizon, reflecting the sky as fiery red as blood, the setting sun was setting, it was the time of encountering the devil.

hiss--

Breathing sounds came from all around. If old man Liu's death was scary, Qin Hu's death completely ignited everyone's fear.

"I don't know anything, it has nothing to do with me!"

Some villagers left in a hurry.

"I don't know either, don't come looking for me!!"

One left, and the rest dragged their unknown family members away, walking fast, as if there were evil beasts chasing after them.

The tourists were agitated and overwhelmed, but none of them left, as if they felt safer with the crowd.

I don't know who took out his mobile phone and shouted that there was no signal, and the commotion suddenly became bigger.

At the same time, apart from tourists, only the village chief's family, old man Liu's wife, Qin Hu's son and daughter-in-law were left in the square.

Qin Hu's son was one of the youths who had caught up with him earlier. He had a pale face, as if he couldn't believe that his father had disappeared so suddenly, and his eyes were red: "Uncle Zhang, what's going on?! Why did my father disappear? ?!"

He let out a roar, and the commotional tourists immediately quieted down, and they all looked at the village chief in unison.

The village chief's face was even paler than that young man's, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He wiped off the sweat and said, "I, how do I know... an accident, it's all an accident..."

Zhang Xu stood up and stood in front of the village chief: "Xiaohu, don't shout, this has nothing to do with my father, and no one thought that such a thing would happen." He glanced at the tourists, "No one knows what's going on now , why don't you all go back first, I know you want to go, but look at Uncle Qin..."

Qin Hu obviously wanted to escape and leave the village just now, but in the end, he became a corpse.

The tourists who were discussing how to leave just now suddenly shut up.

Chongming looked down at Qin Hu's body, focusing on his right hand which was tightly clenched like Old Man Liu.

Zhang Xu continued to mobilize: "It's going to be dark soon, everyone can't stay here all the time, why don't you go back to the house first, get through tonight, someone will definitely come tomorrow, no matter whether the bridge is repaired or not, I will always find a way to let them Everyone leave."

Chongming squatted down and opened Qin Hu's right hand. As expected, he pulled out a piece of floral cloth. He remembered the scene in the dream, and slowly tightened his hand into a fist.

Wei Shufang walked behind him at some point, put his hand on his shoulder, and pressed him not to act rashly.

The author has something to say: update!

Almost missed it, huh.