Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

When sorting out the materials in the afternoon, the mental damage fee promised by Fengtang arrived in the account. Poor Xiaolin looked at the seven-figure balance in the bank card, and the groundhog in his heart screamed crazily. Two people!

God, if he can get a lot of compensation for falling into the illusion, then he doesn't mind such bad things happening a few more times!

Speaking of the illusion, Lin Mian couldn't help frowning.

Wu Ting, who was reading emails on the same desk, noticed his mood change and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Lin Mian thought for a while, and recounted everything that happened after leaving the box last night.

"So the illusion is not just a loophole in the formation, but someone deliberately set it up?" Wu Ting's face was slightly cold.

Lin Mian nodded, with a serious expression: "The long-haired man who set up the illusion is very powerful. I have never felt such a terrifying pressure from other little monsters."

"The long-haired man?" Wu Ting was thoughtful, and tapped his finger on the table.

"The illusion has a voice-changing effect. I can't tell the identity of the other party. I only feel that the tone of one of them is somewhat familiar." Lin Mian tried hard to recall.

"They were arguing at first, it seemed that because of something, the companion wanted to sell it for money, but the long-haired man disagreed."

The content of the argument was quite ordinary and nothing special. Lin Mian didn't understand why the other party was so cautious.

After hearing this, Wu Ting fell into silence. Lin Mian couldn't think of a clue, so she continued to do her own thing quietly.

After a while, the dean suddenly said: "I remember you always wanted to change the cemetery for your adoptive father?"

Lin Mian mentioned this matter to Aoyin when the case ended, but Wu Ting still remembered it unexpectedly.

"Yeah." Lin Mian originally thought that he would have to wait for a while, because he didn't save enough money, and it turned out to be a windfall. He was thinking about when to take a leave and go back to his hometown to get things done.

"Just tomorrow, I'll go with you." Wu Ting touched the top of his hair gently and set the time.

"Okay." Lin Mian readily agreed.

There are no tasks in these two days, and it’s rare to be free. Assistant Lin, whose boyfriend is the boss, is allowed to leave work early and go back to the backyard to pack the luggage for tomorrow’s departure. Matters can't be settled in one day, and they should spend the night there.

Wu Ting stayed in the office to read the rest of the emails, replied one by one, and finally took out his mobile phone and called Di Jiang.

Early the next morning, everyone in the research institute knew that the dean was going to accompany the little assistant back to his hometown.

So the WeChat group called "Get up, social animals who don't want to be slaves" became lively again.

Cheongsam Control: Oh my god, does this count as seeing your parents?

It's Brother Wei, not Viagra: It should be counted, but no one dares to be the father-in-law of an adult, right? !I always feel that it is easy to lose my life...

Cheongsam Control: Heh, is there anyone who dares to be the father-in-law of an adult?

Is it Brother Wei, not Viagra: ...No, no.

Pretty barbaric: no no no.

Quite ah: no no no.

The little mouse has no tail: no no no.

Really want to live another 5000 years: Hmm.

This trip to Zhelin Village was still driven by the dean, and the little assistant navigated. The two cooperated tacitly. There seems to be no ambiguity in the small space...

Zhelin Village is a very inconspicuous small mountain village under Sichuan City. There are two main reasons why it has such an uncommon name. One is that the village is surrounded by mountains with dense trees, and several places are similar to virgin forests. The second reason is that Lin is the most populous surname here.

In a relatively closed village like this, villagers with the same surname tend to hug each other and exclude people with other surnames. The old teacher’s surname is Huang, and it is said that he is not a native of Zhelin. count less.

Therefore, Lin Mian did not have much nostalgia and nostalgia for this remote small village. After the old teacher passed away, he went to Sichuan University to study, and he seldom thought of it again.

The car was driving on the mountain path. It was approaching noon, and they had already entered the border of Zhelin Village. Wu Ting glanced at the small schoolbag on the back seat of the car through the rearview mirror. It was bulging because of a urn of ashes stuffed inside. .

"What does your adoptive father teach?" Wu Ting chatted with the little assistant while driving.

"History." Lin Mian answered without hesitation, "He knows a lot, and he keeps telling me that the current history books are all made up, and the facts are not like that at all."

"Really?" Wu Ting seemed very interested and encouraged him to continue.

"And he doesn't like to follow the lesson plans in class, but likes to tell stories." Lin Mian's voice was filled with a hint of disappointment.

"It's good to entertain and teach..." Wu Ting smiled inexplicably.

"It's not good at all." Lin Mian didn't notice his smile and shook her head, "Students found it interesting when they listened to it, but they forgot all about it after listening to it. When the exam was messed up, parents came to the school to make trouble and asked the school to My adoptive father was fired."

"Are you expelled?" Dean Wu, who usually cherishes words like gold, seems to be particularly interested in the adoptive father of the assistant, asking one after another.

"Yeah." Lin Mian lowered her eyes, "The school made my adoptive father retire on the grounds that he was too old."

"Retirement is also good." Wu Ting nodded, as if he didn't know when he would be able to retire, and he planned to wait until retirement to live a two-person world with his little assistant!

"At that time, I had already gone to the county to study high school, and I would only go home during the winter and summer vacations. When I went back, I could always see the old man standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for me under the big pagoda tree at the entrance of the village."

Thinking of the little warmth in the past, a smile appeared on Lin Mian's face, but a strange color flashed in Wu Ting's eyes.

Wu Ting found an open space outside the village to park, and walked into the village side by side with Lin Mian. It was supposed to be time to start a fire and cook, but the two of them didn't see the smoke from the cooking. They just felt that the atmosphere in the village seemed not quite right, and every house closed their doors. Locked down, it looked extraordinarily deserted.

A few pieces of paper money were scattered here and there on the Qingshiban road. It seemed that a funeral procession passed by a few days ago, and most of the paper money was stepped into the mud. Lin Mian also saw a few wreaths lying crookedly on the roadside. There are a lot of them, and the names of the people who are worshiped on the elegiac couplets are also different.

Why did so many people die...

Lin Mian felt strange, and frowned secretly, but he came this time to change the cemetery for the old teacher, and he didn't have much friendship with the people in Zhelin Village, so he didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, and took Wu Ting back to the old house.

Although the father and son are poor, the house is not small. The single-family building on the second floor looks old. It is an emblem-style building with white walls, black tiles, and carved doors and windows. It also has a front and back yard, and a grapefruit tree is planted in the front yard. , taller than the house, and the small turquoise pomelo is hidden among the dense leaves like a small lantern.

There is a well in the backyard. When Lin Mian was very young, the old teacher sealed the well for fear of accidents.

Almost every household in Zhelin Village has such a well. Before running water was popularized in the mountains, villagers almost relied on this well to meet their daily water needs. Later, the conditions improved and running water was installed. Draw water from the well.

Firstly, well water does not cost money, and secondly, it is hot in summer, drinking the well water directly is especially refreshing. Lin Mian feels that drinking raw water is unhygienic, and tap water is convenient, so the well in his house has not been unsealed.

The furniture and furnishings in the old house are also very old, the corners are very smooth and round. Lin Mian hasn't come back for a year, so there isn't much dust in the house.

"Which room do you live in?" Wu Ting sized it up. There was a smell of time in the room, which matched the misty aura of Lin Mian when he first met him.

"Second floor." Lin Mian stepped up the stairs like a deer, and pushed open a room facing south.

The layout inside is ordinary, but it is very clean and tidy. Lin Mian went to school early and finished the college entrance examination early. He was less than eighteen when he left Zhelin Village. Like all boys of that age, he liked listening to music and playing games. Too poor, guarding such a big house, he can’t even afford a bully. The only poster of the band was confiscated from the students by the old teacher, and it was pasted obliquely on his bedside. It has faded in the past few years .

As an ancient demon, Wu Ting has never experienced human puberty, and everything in the room gave him a better understanding of the little assistant's past.

The afternoon sun came in through the carved wooden window, thin spots of light fell on Lin Mian's face and danced on his clothes, the mist and scorching sun intertwined to form the most deadly temptation, Wu Ting couldn't help lowering his head, and a soft kiss fell on Lin Mian's face. On Lin Mian's lips.

The intimacy this time was not as casual as it was last night. The dean had wanted to do this for a long time, but he was still very gentle. Lin Mian's body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and responded jerky.

The summer wind blows through the gaps between the corrugated roofs of the old house, making a low-pitched and pleasant sound, like an affectionate whisper, which makes people unable to help but fall into it...

The two had a hasty lunch, Lin Mian roughly cleaned the inside and outside of the house, Wu Ting was there to help, and waited until the sun was not so bright at three or four o'clock in the afternoon before setting out to choose a cemetery.

The new cemetery that Lin Mian was looking for was on a hillside in the north of Zhelin Village, and it took about half an hour to walk there.

Along the way, Lin Mian found that the whole village was extremely quiet. There were hardly any pedestrians or children playing around. He could only hear a dog barking once in a while, but the wreaths placed at the door and on the walls appeared more and more. Frequent, and the color is very new. When the wind blows, the thin paper will rustle, which is extremely bleak and a bit weird.

Lin Mian, who was under the sun, had goosebumps for no reason. He didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but at this moment, he also saw something was wrong. He and Wu Ting looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Something must have happened to this village.

After working part-time in the research institute for almost two months, Lin Mian's perception of abnormal events has greatly improved, and at this moment he suggested, "Should I ask someone?"

Wu Ting nodded.

The two randomly chose a house with a wreath at the door and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time, and they changed to another house, still the same.

"Is there no one at home?" Lin Mian was puzzled.

"Yes, I guess I just don't want to open the door for us." Wu Ting's expression was slightly cold. He had just clearly seen a woman dressed as a village woman poking her head behind the courtyard wall, and quickly retracted her sight as soon as it caught his eye.

"If it's really not possible, ask the cemetery for a while, the cemetery will not prevent people from entering." Lin Mian has a plan in mind.

But soon he was slapped in the face.

The cemetery is not open, and there is a small blackboard outside, which is written crookedly in chalk: The pit is full, and new residents are temporarily not accepted, please understand!

full? !

Assistant Lin was shocked and at a loss. He managed to save enough money, but the cemetery was full when it said it was full. There were only two cemeteries in Zhelin Village. The location is good, the geomantic omen is good, and it faces south. If the old teacher is buried here, he can come out to bask in the sun when the weather is good (?)...

Lin Mian's original plan was pretty good, but he never expected that the reality would come to him like this... The little assistant didn't give up, and went to the tomb guard's cabin next door to find someone.

Just like before, there was no response to the knock on the door. Lin Mian circled around and leaned on the window to look in. The next second, she met a pair of bloodshot eyes that were more white than black.

The author has something to say:

Clang clang clang, the new dungeon is open, let’s continue the daily life of young couples teaming up to fight monsters, refill~

感谢在2021-12-2418:00:00~2021-12-2518:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Miss Shadow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!