[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

I once heard a strange anecdote from one of my fellows.

When he was studying, he had a buddy who had a very good relationship with him. That buddy was very introverted and never interacted with other people, but he was the only one he could chat with.The two skipped classes together, went to Internet cafes, copied each other's homework, and had a deep friendship.It wasn't until they graduated that they had a different way out that they stopped contacting each other.But later at the class reunion, when he mentioned that person, none of his classmates had any impression. Instead, everyone said that he was always alone at that time, and he seemed very difficult to get along with.

He inquired more and more, only to gradually discover that that person did not leave any traces in this world.

When we talked about this at the wine table, other guys made fun of him, saying that he was ignored, so he fantasized about a friend.

My buddy didn't look like it at all, but the story at the time was just heard and no one took it seriously.

At this time, I suddenly thought of it, and felt a cold sweat break out.Could it be that the fourth child was also imagined by me?

As soon as I came up with this idea, I quickly denied it. The fourth child was different. He was a good friend of mine when I was studying, and he was also a social butterfly. He had a lot of friends, and he was like a brother to everyone.Although we haven't seen each other since graduation, we have kept in touch.I also attended his wedding a few days ago, and just a few 10 minutes ago, we were still in the same place, and the kid on my leg was also hit by that kid.

There is absolutely no way this person is a hallucination.

This is the first thought that came to my mind, maybe I am very sensitive to hallucinations, so the first thing I analyze is hallucinations.

If the fourth child I have always known is not an illusion, is what I see at this moment an illusion?

I carefully recalled all the details after the ghost hit the wall, and then looked at the child corpse in front of me, everything was real and touchable, and I didn't think of the reason why I might be tricked.

Of course, these two analyzes are based on the fact that the child in the photo is the same person as the corpse of the child in front of me.

The evidence of this matter is the kettle, so is it possible that the kettle is not the same.Although this kind of kettle is rare, it is certainly not the only one.

Or, the kettle is the same, but the person is not.I'm still wearing stuffy clothes, but I can't say we're the same person.This little zongzi probably got the water bottle of the fourth child before he died.

Children, kettles... I suddenly thought of something, the story that the fourth child told me at the wedding banquet.

In the story, he and another child went to the old house with some "equipment".

In the story they all returned safely, but another child was bewitched.Now that I think about it, I am afraid that the story told by the fourth child is not entirely true.

I thought of another possibility. In fact, another child did not go back safely. He encountered even more terrible things and died. Now he has died in front of me for many years.

I sighed, then raised the white dog leg again, and started to poke the white silk covering the upper half of the mummy.It was a bit high up, and I needed to jump up, but soon the whole body was completely exposed in front of me.

The corpse is quite well preserved. It has been more than 30 years, but there is almost no corruption, which may have something to do with the layer of white silk covering it.

But now the white silk was destroyed by me, almost at the moment when I dug it out completely, before I could take a closer look at its appearance, the body suddenly trembled.

I immediately took a step back, worried that I was about to turn into a dead body, and whispered: "Don't get excited, you can call me uncle or brother, you want to hug me too?"

The little zongzi "pounced" towards me, and I immediately got out of the way. It fell to the ground, and its body began to rot rapidly, but there was no corpse change.

I frowned, feeling a sense of sympathy in my heart, it was too young, and I knew, at least someone I had heard of.

I saw the upper body and face just now, and I'm sure it's not the child in the photo.

The clothes on the skeleton were tattered, and I just saw an obvious discoloration on the white skin on its shoulder, which should be a birthmark. Even though the corpse is decomposing rapidly now, I squatted down and took a careful look at it, and I could still see it. See the difference in skin color.

The toddler in the photo is also topless, but I don't recall birthmarks this obvious.

If the fourth child is present now, just ask him to confirm whether the corpse is that child or not.

I sat down beside the bones, took off the kettle with a knife, and weighed it in my hand. This kind of kettle pan also exists, and I have used it to play with it. It is exactly the same.

The strap of the kettle was covered with dust, I wiped it, and vaguely saw some words.I immediately turned on the light and looked carefully, recognized the words above, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a name on the strap, written crookedly, in children's fonts, but stroke by stroke, it is very clear, it is the name of the fourth child.

If this skeleton is not the same person as the child in the photo I saw, and the one in the photo is the fourth child, and the water bottle is carried on the back of the fourth child, I can almost conclude that the skeleton is the playmate of the fourth child when he was young .

But why did this child die here, and what is the purpose of the fourth child's trip.

People are purposeful creatures. From the time the fourth child suddenly appeared in the old house and insisted on fighting with us, I knew he had his own purpose.But at that time, the situation was critical, and he was left here for fear that he would be silenced by someone, and I suspected that he was at most just for the weapon, so it was nothing, so I didn't care about it.Until he suddenly took out the gun later, I knew that this kid had planned it long ago, but he learned the method of being stubborn, fighting with others, and then doing his own business.

But I can also see that things have gradually exceeded his expectations. The fear and bewilderment he showed towards the Zhang family does not seem to be pretending. He has his own purpose, but obviously he did not expect this. The tomb is also inextricably linked with us.

Now that I saw this skeleton, I had to guess in another direction, maybe the fourth child came down because of this skeleton.

To collect the body of a childhood playmate?Then you can tell us clearly that there is nothing to hide about this kind of thing.

I looked at the bones, and after a second thought, it must not be as simple as collecting the corpses.He was still a child when he died, and the elders of the family must have come to collect the body decades ago.

Unless, the child's family members may not even know that their child died here.

And the fourth child knew because they came together, but why didn't the fourth child tell his family.

I put down the kettle and didn't intend to continue thinking about it. I don't care about the truth. People's hearts are complicated and unpredictable.Anyway, the fourth son came here this time because of the corpse, and it was assumed that he wanted to collect the corpse.

I bowed to the bones, thinking that there was nothing I could do for the time being, and I had to find an exit, otherwise, let alone take you out for burial, I didn't even know where to bury you.My little friend, if you have knowledge under the spring, don't continue to hit the wall with ghosts, and wait for uncle to go out and burn sugar for you later.

This set was all infected by the fat man, I couldn't help but smile when I thought about it.

Looking up again, I suddenly found that the hands of the skeleton were a bit strange, the fingers of one hand were normally curled up, while the other was clenched tightly.

And a windfall?

I didn't want to touch it directly with my hands, so I pulled a piece of bandage and wrapped it around my hand to break the bones.

The hand was held tightly, and it took me some effort to break it open. There was something in the palm of the skeleton's hand.

The moment I saw it, I was stunned, it turned out to be another ring.

There is also a pattern on the ring. Judging from the style and material, it is exactly the same as the one brought by the fourth child, but the specific pattern is different. It is not a snake head, but a human head.

It was a head with clear facial features, eyes wide open, eyebrows curled like cloud patterns, nose and mouth were exaggerated, very big, and there were fangs in the mouth, in short, it looked like a yaksha, very scary.

And this one seems to be bigger than the one on the snake head.I thought for a moment that the one with the snake head was used to open the coffin. Could this one be used to open another coffin?Compared with the size of the ring, it might be used to open a larger coffin.

How big is this tomb, and who is the owner of the tomb?

I found that after going around in a circle, I still returned to the most basic question. If we can’t find any clues, I’m afraid that even if we go out, we will always be shrouded in the shadow of the tomb, like a shadow, and we can’t leave here forever .

I checked everything on the body again, but found nothing.I cursed secretly and decided to continue walking.I can't let these minutiae continue to take up time.

Concentrate, I say to myself, on your core purpose.

I started walking along the road by the river bank again. If the ghost hit the wall just now was caused by that little ghost, now that I have found its bones, it stands to reason that I should not be trapped any longer.

I carved numbers on the tree roots as usual, near the place where the bones were found, I carved an "8" last time, and this time I started to carve from there, using my birthday, and carved a "1" first.

I walked step by step, feeling a little anxious in my heart, watching the road carefully, for fear of missing the fork that could leave this cycle.

However, every ten steps I took, my anxiety increased. Every time I wanted to engrave, I could see the number engraved last time, that is to say, I was always on the original road.

Seeing that there was only the last number left, I felt bad, and walked a few more steps, only to find that something was wrong.

I walked to the place where the number was going to be engraved, and it was very familiar. The white silk screen was still there, and the "8" was on the root of the tree next to it.

However, the bones were gone.

A few minutes ago, the skeleton that I got down with my own hands disappeared out of thin air just after I made a circle and came back.

For a moment, I really suspected that I was hallucinating just now.

Then I discovered that although the bones were gone, the white silk was still there.I used a knife to get some more, but found that the silk was different, it was no longer crisp, but sticky, white and sticky.

Who the fuck just jerked off here?Not me, I find it ridiculous.

I squatted down and went to observe the place where the bones lay just now. There seemed to be some traces of dragging, pointing towards the direction of the water.

It's a river, and there's something in the river.

Just as I was about to investigate, I was suddenly hit by a strange force, and then fell into the river.

The river was freezing cold, and I froze for a moment.

Damn it, I thought to myself, why the hell is it different from what was promised.