[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

The road is easier than we imagined. Although it is a sandy dirt road, the road surface is smooth, with some weeds in the middle and flowers on both sides of the road. It is not tiring to walk, and the surrounding scenery is not bad.However, it was longer than we expected. After walking for about two hours, I realized that the only ones walking on this road were me and Pok You-Feng, and the rest of the people who passed us were either riding motorcycles or mistresses. wheel.

By the time we finally reached the village of the ninth team and found the tile-roofed house at the top - the house of the uncle of the fourth child, the sun was already going down.

The fourth child called early, and the old man was very enthusiastic when he saw us.The old man lives alone, his wife has passed away, and his daughter married to the city and seldom comes back. It was fun for us to bother him, and he even killed a chicken for dinner.I felt a little bit sorry, so I took Pomyouping to do all the farm work I could do in the yard while it was still dark.Boyouping is very good at doing farm work, maybe he has planted the land for a while, it seems that it is a wise decision to take him to the village in a few days.

During the period, the old man was holding an old cigarette pipe, and told us the story of the old house.The old man is also very good at fooling around, but comparing the narratives of the two people, there are still some overlaps. Although it is not certain that the overlaps are true, at least they have the same source.Poker-face and I decided to go to that legendary old house at dawn tomorrow morning to find out.

At night, it was completely dark, and Poker-Face and I walked out of the house and came to the yard.

There are no lights everywhere in the village, the surroundings are very dark, and there is no air pollution. The night sky is very bright, so you can see a lot of stars when you look up, and the moon is very round and bright.

The last time I saw such a starry sky was when I climbed Changbai Mountain to pick up Poker Bottle. Of course, Changbai Mountain is more beautiful.It's not bad here, people can't take their eyes off for a long time.

But after watching for a while, I still had to lower my head and zip up my trousers. I and Poker Bottle came out to drain the water, and at night the old man drank a little too much rice wine.After my side is better, I will go to see the Poker Bottle.Poker Fing has fastened his pants, but his eyes are still fixed on the top of his head.

I guess he is probably looking at the astrology, and I don't understand the stars and Fengshui, so I can only watch it with him.

My third uncle never taught me these things about the Northern School. The fat man knows a little bit, but when we were together, he never gave him a chance to play.The Zhang family is considered to have originated in the north, and sure enough, Poker Finger would also use these pretentious methods.I think it's good enough for Boyouping, you don't even need a compass, it seems that you can find dragons and acupuncture points just by looking at them.

After standing for a while, I trembled when the wind blew, so I had to say to Poker Bottle: "Why don't we go back to the house and put on some clothes..."

Before I finished speaking, I looked over the Poker Bottle, and I saw a human face popping out of the wall not far behind him!

In the light of the stars and the full moon, that face was extremely distorted and terrifying.

I met that human face only for a moment, and it quickly disappeared under the wall.A gust of cool wind blew by, and the leaves of the big poplar tree beside the courtyard wall rustled. After the sound, everything returned to tranquility, as if that face had never appeared.

I looked back, and Poker Face was looking at me with some doubts in his eyes. I raised my finger and pointed to the wall over there, but I didn't know how to describe it.Poker Ping obviously didn't see the face, which could also explain the weirdness of the face - even Poker Ping didn't perceive its existence.If I hadn't just turned my face in that direction when I was talking to him, I probably wouldn't have noticed.

I walked straight towards the wall, Poker Face glanced at me, and followed.

The wall is not too high. Visually, I am 1.8 meters tall, and my head and neck can be exposed.I walked to the bottom of the wall, and I could already see the situation in the yard next door over the top of the wall.

I thought I would meet a weird face again, but what I actually saw was an ordinary farmyard, about the size of the old man's house, a brick house with light shining through the windows, and the people inside probably Is watching TV.There are some vegetables and flowers planted in the yard, which can be seen at a glance in the moonlight, and there is no place to hide people at all. Is it really my illusion?

I looked at the yard for a while, and the door of that house opened suddenly, and then a young man came out, said something to us, and then closed the door forcefully.His tone was very bad, he spoke too fast, and the dialect was so heavy that I couldn't catch it at once, so it probably wasn't a nice thing to say.

I couldn't see anything after looking at it again, so I signaled Poker Fing to go back, and casually asked what the man Poker Fing said just now.

Poker-Face ignored me, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and said indifferently: "I'm doing business in the house, don't look at it."

My mind suddenly buzzed, and my whole body froze. I was even more shocked than seeing that person's face.I never expected that Poker-Face would say such a thing to me.But after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that Poker Ping was repeating what the man said just now, but the tone and specific words were different.

I was stunned for a few seconds, Pokerfing clicked his tongue, and added: "He just said that."

This stuffy oil bottle that cost a thousand dollars, you can see it when you see it, and you have to make up for it to expose my wrong thinking.I have no place to put my old face, I just want to get in through the crack of the door and find a crack in the ground.But he was lucky, he entered the room the old man had packed up for us in the dark, took off his shoes, lay down on the kang, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, leaving me alone in embarrassment.

This house is usually unoccupied. Although the kang was originally very wide, more than half of the kang was piled up with debris, and the space enough for us to sleep was almost only wide enough for two people.The oil bottle is against the side of the wall, so I can only climb up and get into the gap between him and the sundries and lie down.

Lying on my back, I saw an old TV piled on the top, which was in a precarious posture. If this thing fell in the middle of the night, I would die too unjustly.Thinking about it, I moved to the boring oil bottle for psychological comfort.

I usually had a hard time falling asleep when things happened before, but this time it was probably because Poker Face was sleeping next to him. I heard his shallow breathing, and fell asleep after a while.

But something happened in the middle of the night and I woke up anyway.In a daze, I heard a person's careful footsteps, and I woke up with a thrill in my heart.Although the voice was trying to control it, it was still very awkward. The old man had a limp in one leg, which was very similar to his walking voice.At first I thought the old man was going to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, but obviously not, because the door of the room we slept in was opened next.

I was a little puzzled, this old man didn't sleep in the middle of the night, he came to see what Poker and I were doing, we slept soundly, and didn't do anything to disturb the people.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, and saw Poker Fing's face close at hand, his face was facing me, his eyes were closed, but I knew he must be awake too.Poker bottle didn't move, so I closed my eyes too, waiting to see what the old man wanted to do.

After waiting for about half a minute, there was no sound of the old man's footsteps. He seemed to just stop at the door and take a look, then he closed the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

After the surroundings became quiet again, I opened my eyes suddenly, and sure enough, I saw that Poker Fase had also woken up.I whispered: "What's the situation?"

Poker bottle blinked, and said in a low voice, "The people here have a problem."

There is indeed a problem, needless to say the grimace, it must be a suspicious point.I also remembered that when we were helping the old man with farm work in the evening, several villagers passed by the door of the old man's house. At first, one of them smiled and asked the old man if his daughter and son-in-law had returned, but then it was obvious that we were two The man shut up all of a sudden, his whole face darkened in an instant, and he left without saying anything.

And the man next door just now, I just took a few glances, even if he wanted to rest, he wouldn't come out and yell.The old man was even more strange. It was really puzzling that he looked furtively and didn't move at all.

I was about to ask again, but Poker-Face said again: "Sleep first, and then talk at dawn, they don't dare to do anything."

What Pokerfing said made sense. The performance and attitude of the villagers did not seem to want to take the initiative to plot against others. Instead, they were worried that they would be plotted against by others. I guess there must be some ulterior secret in this village.So speaking of me, the appearance of Poker-Face and I is the threat factor for them.I stopped asking, thinking about all kinds of possibilities, but the sound of Poker Bottle's breathing kept making me slip away.

After spending the night in such an "uneasy" way, the next day we pretended to be woken up by the sound of the old man cooking, and then slowly got up.

The old man didn't look like he was calling the door in the middle of the night, he had a warm and kind face, and asked us if we slept well last night, so I had to chat with him a few more times.Until I said that we were going to visit the old house after breakfast, at this time the old man’s face changed slightly, and he mentioned all the rumors he told yesterday, advising us not to go, if we have to go, just take a look , must not go in.The worried look on the old man's face didn't seem like he was pretending, but he was really worried about our safety.

We naturally agreed on the surface, and we left the courtyard of the old man’s house, passing by the house of the man who yelled at us last night. The man was working in the yard. The evening was not done well.

I yawned. Although I hadn't slept since last night, I took a deep breath of the cool air in the morning and immediately felt refreshed.Looking back at the old man's house again, the old man was standing at the door watching us off. I pushed the oil bottle and waved to the old man.But while I was waving it, I felt something was wrong, and the old man had a gloomy look on his face.