I quit my job after working part-time at the Demon Management Bureau

After five o'clock in the morning, the sharp human voice pierced the sky, like a dull rusty knife, forcibly splitting through the thick fog in this village and breaking the tranquility of Shuming Village.

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Chi Mu and Hu Zili immediately got up from the bed and went out. The village chief was walking to the open courtyard door, and hurriedly followed a terrified peasant woman out.

The two looked at each other and followed together.

Logically speaking, the death of two people in the village would cause quite a commotion, but along the way, Chi Mu found that Shuming Village was very quiet, as if the farmer's heart-piercing yell just now was just his illusion .

Everyone seemed to have not heard the cry of the peasant woman, as if they were still in a dream, did not wake up, and did not want to wake up.

"She did it?" Hu Zili frowned and asked Chi Mu.

Chi Mu spread his hands: "I don't know about that. If it is, then the troubles of this village are not small. If not, then the troubles are even bigger."

When Hu Zili heard this, he fell silent.

Yes, if this thing was done by that woman whose name they don't even know, please tell me if it's big or small.And if it wasn't for that woman, the unknown trouble would be even more dangerous, and people had to guard against it.

It was the forest with many new and old cemeteries.

Before the sky had even broken, wisps of faint light were struggling to squeeze into the woods, which happened to illuminate a bruised face pale and gloomy.

She opened her eyes and didn't close them. Her eyes were full of fear that could not subside, as if she had seen something unspeakably terrifying. She stared straight ahead, opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything. explain.Her old skin, a clearly visible mark around her neck.

She was obviously hanged, but she hung on the tree trunk as if she was frightened to death, like a wind chime, fluttering in the windless woods, as if someone was pushing her back.

At her feet, Zhang Dong also looked frightened to death. He held an urn tightly in his hands. Because he fell to the ground, the lid of the urn was opened, and the ashes were scattered all over the ground, blown by the morning wind. , covering his frightened face.

Both of them were scared to death.

After the peasant woman brought the village head here, she refused to go in. She was trembling with fear, "Mr. Qian, what are you going to do with this! Let's call the police, Mr. Qian, someone must be playing tricks!"

"You can't call the police on this matter, even if you call the police, it's useless." The village head sighed, squatted down and gently closed Zhang Dong's eyes, "Go find some young people and carry Zhang Dong and his wife to my yard in your coffin."

The peasant woman wiped her tears and said: "When is this a head? How many does she have to kill before she is willing?"

The village chief didn't speak, but smoked a cigarette, silently picked up the urn and covered it, closed Zhang Dong's eyes, and silently put it into the grave that had been dug up again.

The ashes of another girl who was supposed to accompany Zhang Wen inside were placed intact on a nearby leaf, and the mottled and pungent chicken blood on it reminded the village chief of what happened here in the early morning.

He stood up, looked up at the hanged Zhang family aunt, and said bitterly: "You are provoking her, how dare you?!"

The peasant woman turned around, sobbing, and went to the village to call for help, while the village head stood here, silently finishing the cigarette in his hand, and then staggered back.

Chi Mu and Hu Zili watched the process and were about to go back. When they were leaving, Hu Zili looked at Zhang Dong again. Unexpectedly, the dead Zhang Dong suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Hu Zili with lifeless eyes , startled Hu Zili who was not mentally prepared.

He subconsciously held Chi Mu's arm, attracted Chi Mu's sideways gaze, and said with the corners of his lips curled up, "What? Throw yourself into your arms? Let me remind you, we are deadly enemies, and I don't want you to do that. "

Although Hu Zili was taken aback just now, his expression was very calm. He gave Chi Mu the word "crazy" and strode forward past him.

Chi Mu chased after him with two ouches: "Your vocabulary is a bit lacking recently. Apart from these three words, can you change another word?"

Hu Zili said: "Crazy is quite suitable for you, you don't need to change it."

The two bickered and walked all the way to the village chief's house. At the intersection, they ran into a peasant woman and a few young people. When they saw the two of them, their faces were very ugly.

One of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys was dark-skinned and tall. He stood up and said fiercely, "Who are you two? Outsiders are not welcome in Shuming Village! Hurry up and leave!"

The peasant woman went to the village head's house just now, and immediately remembered the car she saw outside the village head's house: "Dehui, they should be Mr. Qian's guests."

Wang Dehui frowned and looked at the two of them: "Where did you go just now?"

"Walking." Chi Mu leaned to the side to prevent Wang Dehui from seeing Hu Zili clearly. "The scenery in Shuming Village is very nice. We didn't fall asleep, so we took a walk."

Wang Dehui said in a deep voice: "Since you are a foreigner, don't wander around other people's villages if you have nothing to do. It will be bad if you lose something."

After he finished speaking, he beckoned the young people behind him to leave in a hurry. The peasant woman hurriedly followed, but because of her slow legs, she never caught up with them.

Chi Mu could clearly see that now that the sky was as bright as day, there was no one from the households that were not close to each other. The whole village seemed to be an empty village, except for the peasant women's yelling just now and the ghost wedding ceremony at midnight. .

Back at the village head's house, seeing the two people coming in, the village head didn't show any surprise at all: "Did you see it?"

He used declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

Chi Mu looked at Xiao Hua who was running back and forth in the hall, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I see."

"Since you have seen it, you should leave quickly." The village chief raised his hand, knocked on the cigarette pouch on the pillar next to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shuming Village dare not keep you, and you don't even want to take a picture Now, hurry up and leave, maybe you can still be saved, stay here..."

He didn't finish his sentence, leaving infinite reverie.

If this is an ordinary person, after hearing this and what he saw, he would have been so frightened that he would have run away without the village chief telling him.

But Chi Mu is just not an ordinary person. Strictly speaking, he is not even a human being, so how could he be afraid of these things.

He glanced at Hu Zili, who shook his head at him, and said to the village chief: "Village chief, don't look at the glamorous clothes we both wear, but we are actually poor and don't have much money. Shuming Village, I have repaid a little loan, if I don’t take pictures this time and use it for a prize in the competition, I’m afraid we’ll even pawn our underwear.”

Hu Zili: "...???"

Chi Mu continued: "I'm more afraid of not having money than not having my life."

Hu Zili: "..."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

Chi Mu has always lied without making drafts, how convenient it is to fool people, how many times, he does not change his face when he tells a lie, and he doesn't even feel guilty at all, the most outrageous thing is that he can get back in the end.

With such a foolish appearance, Hu Zili was deceived countless times when he was a child.

Hearing what Chi Mu said, the village head said, "You have money to spend if you have life."

Chi Mu said: "For me, money is more important than life."

The village chief looked at Chi Mu, and after a long time turned around and walked into the hall: "Let's eat."

The light outside the house does not enter the hall, and the rising sun runs counter to the direction of the hall, making it look dim.

The light bulb covered with cobwebs was dimly yellow, barely able to illuminate the hall and the steamed buns on the table.

Chi Mu scooped up a bowl of porridge for Hu Zili very considerately, but Hu Zili pushed him away with disgust: "I will do it myself."

Do not drink count.

Anyway, he was used to being disliked.

Chi Mu was slurping the porridge, halfway through drinking he heard footsteps approaching outside the courtyard gate, thinking that the person who went to the woods to carry the corpse had come back.

About 1 minute later, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Wang Dehui, who was walking in front, directed the people who were carrying the stretcher to put the corpse into the two open coffins on the side and cover them together.

After finishing these things, he stood in the yard, raised his soiled clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Grandpa Qian, when will Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang be buried?"

The village head didn't raise his head, he just ate the food in the bowl: "No hurry."

Wang Dehui was a little anxious: "How can you not be in a hurry? If Xia Tian puts it down like this, the corpse will stink!"

The village chief didn't speak. He drank the porridge in the bowl, as if it was some delicacy, and ate it very seriously.

Seeing him like this, Wang Dehui sighed and left in frustration with his head down.

The peasant woman who followed behind the group closed the gate, her eyes were still red when she left.

Hu Zili glanced at Xiaohua who was watching him quietly, blinked at him, took out a candy like a magic trick, and secretly gave it to him under the table.

After Chi Mu swallowed a steamed bun, seeing the porridge barely moving in front of Hu Zili, he knew that this person was a picky eater again. Really, he was used to it. Fortunately, he had the foresight to bring a lot of food. He really Fucked.

Speaking of which, it was already the third day since the two of them set off to several villages. They didn't know anything except that there were strange things in this village and people were dying all the time.

Especially the embroidered shoe that was left behind, even when he arrived at Shuming Village, there was still no response, and Chi Mu saw the woman, but he couldn't talk to her.

This kind of guessing puzzle-solving is more troublesome than the problems he encountered in the past, and it cannot be solved simply and neatly.

The phone rang suddenly, and Chi Mu picked it up and saw that it was Shan Yu. After telling the village chief, he went back to his room to answer the phone.

Hu Zili didn't follow, but tore some steamed buns and ate them slowly.

Inside the room, Shan Yu asked, "How is the matter going?"

"It's not good, there's no progress." Chi Mu clicked his tongue.

Shan Yu said in a business-like tone: "Since there is no progress, let's hand it over to the Bureau of Demon Control. Don't mess around with yourself. Hu Zili will hypnotize him, and this matter will be treated as if nothing happened."

"You said it lightly. This dead fox is astute as hell. If I show my identity, he will definitely find out my identity. I don't want to take the risk." Chi Mu didn't want to continue this topic, so he quickly changed, "My dear cousin , what are you doing calling so early in the morning?"

Shan Yu coughed slightly in embarrassment: "It's that. Didn't you ask me to check the source of the ballad with the relationship with the Demon Control Bureau? There is another document in that document that I forgot to give you."

Chi Mu lazily said: "Cousin, are you in love? How could you make such a low-level mistake?"

Shan Yu: "..."

"Speak now, I'll listen." Chi Mu sat in front of the old table, supported his head and began to look at the coffin outside the window again.

On the phone, Shan Yu's voice calmly said: "About half a year ago, there was a shocking incident in Shuming Village, which involved the entire village, so the village chief ordered the news to be closed. And there are almost no girls in Shuming Village. , even if there were, none of them would live long, and the only one who lived to be 20 years old died half a year ago."