Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

Lin Mian ran downstairs, Lin Daxing rolled on the ground with one leg in his arms, howling, his red eyes roared like a beast when he saw him.

Wu Ting's fingertips flickered with fiery red light, and the flowing fire turned into a rope to tie the big mouse tightly. Lin Daxing struggled a few times but did not break free. Lin Mian poked his face with the mop head: "Don't waste your efforts! gone."

Lin Daxing bared his teeth at him, and was glanced coldly by Wu Ting at the side, and immediately fell silent, knowing how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and shrank into a corner.

In addition to the old house, other places in the village also heard noises one after another, and it returned to calm as time passed.Buddha

"During the day, the villagers burned the patients to death, and at night new patients came out to harm people, just like a werewolf." Lin Mian frowned deeply. Although he didn't like the people in Zhelin Village, he didn't Hope they come to such a tragic end.

"Let's go and have a look next door."

Strange diseases don't appear for no reason. Lin Daxing has rat plague, and maybe he can find some clues from his home.

The courtyard door of Lin Daxing’s house was in tatters, and the copper lock had long been rusted and damaged. It opened with a light push. There were hoes, plows and other agricultural tools piled up on the ground, but because the owner hadn’t used them for a long time, and the wind and rain, the rust was in a mess. .

The only thing that was quite bright was an iron bucket by the well, probably Lin Daxing often used it to draw water for drinking.

Lin Daxing's house was left by his father's generation. From the outside, it looks bigger than Lin Mian's house, with three floors. As for the interior, it can only be described as a bare house.

The two quickly searched inside and out, but found nothing abnormal, mainly because Lin Daxing's house was too simple, and if there was something wrong, it would be as obvious as the fleas on the bald man's head.

As the east became brighter, Lin Mian looked at his phone. It was past five o'clock in the morning, and it was the time he had agreed with Lin Zhaosheng to pick up the tombstone. Lin Daxing didn't find any clues yet, so Lin Mian decided to deal with the old teacher's matter first.

Back at the old house, Lin Mian changed into clean clothes, and was about to go to the stone carving shop with Wu Ting, when the gate of the yard was slammed.

Lin Mian was packing her schoolbag, and Dean Wu went to open the door, and outside stood an old man in his seventies and several strong middle-aged men.

The dean has an aura of [-] meters, standing at the door, one man guards the door and one man does not open. The seven or eight villagers outside the door stare at each other for a few seconds. In the end, Lin Mian has not heard anything, and came out to see take a look.

"Village head?" Lin Mian was a little surprised.

"Xiao Mian..." Village head Lin's actual age is in his early [-]s. He used to have nothing to do like an old teacher, and he likes to wander around the village. Lin Mian has a good impression of him, but he didn't expect to be so old after more than a year.

"Village Chief, what are you..." Lin Mian hurried out, looking around the faces of everyone, and asked directly.

Village head Lin looked distressed, and sighed: "Hey, there is a strange disease in the village, and you shouldn't have come back. In order to prevent the disease from spreading, we have to go door-to-door every morning to check whether there are new people with rat plague."

"If there are any, arrest them and burn them to death?" Lin Mian's expression turned ugly.

"We did this for everyone's benefit." A thin black man behind the village head said loudly, and the others echoed.

Is it okay to kill for the good of everyone?

Lin Mian was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people with bad views, and walked out of the yard with Wu Ting, closing the door behind him: "No one in my family is sick, you guys go away."

Everyone knew that he brought a young man back to the village at noon yesterday, and now that both of them looked normal, they didn't bother with each other anymore and went to check on the next house.

Seeing them knocking on the courtyard door of Lin Daxing's house next door, Lin Mian couldn't help feeling thankful that Lin Daxing, whom he met first this morning, tied him up and stuffed him into the closet, otherwise that guy would surely die.

There was no warning about the onset of rat plague, like bombs/bombs from time to time mixed among the villagers. It was fine during the day, but it might turn into a "big rat" at night, so Lin Mian was a little worried that the stele-carving master would not Hui also had an accident, and his footsteps were fast and anxious. Fortunately, his worries did not come true.

Lin Zhaosheng was sitting in the yard smoking Yandang Mountain. After working all night, he needed a cigarette to refresh himself. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man who looked half or six like him.

"This is my cousin Lin Baisheng, come here to help carry the stele to the cemetery." The money was paid, and the service of the stele engraver was quite good.

Unlike his cousin, Lin Baisheng looked honest, kept his head down and said nothing, and when Lin Mian greeted him, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed him an ugly smile.

Lin Mian noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be more haggard than Lin Zhaosheng who had stayed up all night.

"Last night, someone fell ill again. In the second half of the night, people couldn't sleep." Lin Zhaosheng carved the stele overnight, and he could hear the movement in the village clearly.

"Lin Daxing is also sick." Lin Mian touched the old teacher's tombstone, it was polished smooth, and the black paint on it had already dried.

"Lin Daxing? That slob who lives next door to your house?" Lin Zhaosheng was taken aback when he heard this.

Lin Mian nodded.

"He didn't bite... people?"

At first, Lin Zhaosheng probably wanted to say that he didn’t bite you, but he changed his wording. Lin Daxing’s idleness was famous in Zhelin Village. No girl would marry him, so he was still a bachelor in his forties. There is no one in Lin Daxing's family, so it is hard to guarantee that he will not attack his neighbors after he gets sick.

"No, he crawled over from the eaves and scratched the window, and I dragged him into the yard with a mop and broke his leg." Lin Mian told the truth.

Lin Zhaosheng was obviously relieved when he heard the words, but Lin Baisheng didn't respond.

The stone carving shop also sells matching paper money for incense candles. Lin Mian suspected that after the death of the owner of the incense candle shop, Lin Zhaosheng took over the business of the other party. After thinking about it, he finally picked two pots of plastic fake flowers, which would not cause forest fires and could be placed on display. quite a long time.

Lin Mian held the urn to open the way ahead, Wu Ting walked in the middle with a pot of plastic flowers in one hand, Lin Zhaosheng and two brothers followed behind carrying the tombstone, and the simple grave removal procession passed half of Zhelin Village along the bluestone path.

Lin Mian felt that vague gaze again, but because Wu Ting said there was no threat, she didn't take it to heart.

The old teacher was very old when he passed away, and it was considered a happy funeral. Lin Mian cherished and missed him more, but was not particularly sad.

"Today, I'll change your place for you. I'll sit on the north-south flat floor. It's a good location with a good view and a small garden. It's much better than the original Shuilian Cave." Lin Mian patted the white porcelain jar lightly. A step behind him, Wen Yan glanced in one direction, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

"Don't burn my son, please don't burn my son, he didn't bite, I will take care of him, lock him up, and won't let him come out to bite, please don't burn him to death!" The crying and begging sound immediately attracted the attention of the four people.

Lin Mian looked up, and in the distance, it was a rocky beach at the foot of the mountain. Before the cemetery was built, Zhelin Village still practiced burials, and that was where the graves gathered.

"They really dare to kill!"

The grey-haired old woman knelt on the ground and begged. Next to her was a "big mouse" who was tied up and doused with gasoline, and a villager holding a torch with a numb face. Lin Mian quickly ran over holding the ashes jar.

"Stop!" Taking advantage of the villagers' inattention, Lin Mian snatched his torch, threw it aside and stomped it out.

"Xiao Mian, what are you doing?!" Village head Lin was full of anger, and the rest of the villagers also stared at him angrily, only the old woman hurried over to hug her son.

"I still want to ask what you are doing?!" Lin Mian has no feelings for Zhelin Village or the people in Zhelin Village. What is the difference between living sacrifices? !

"What I said is for everyone's benefit!" Village Chief Lin put his cane on the ground and paused.

"That's right, what should I do if I don't burn to death and then bite?"

"I've already left, what are you doing back here? You're such an idiot, I wish I could get out of this damn place..."

"Where can you go after leaving here? The county town or Sichuan city? You don't know anything, you won't starve to death if you go out!"

"That's why I didn't leave!"

A few villagers looked at Lin Mian with the eyes of a fool. Lin Mian knew that these people were rotten to the core, otherwise they would not do stupid things like burning people alive, and it was impossible to reason with them, so He said: "You can't find the source of the rat plague. Burning the sick to death is only a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Maybe you will be the next one to get sick."

Lin Mian looked at the few people who were whispering, probably because his gaze was too sharp, or maybe because his words hit the other person's already uneasy heart, those people subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Then what do you think? There are so many people suffering from rat plague, ordinary ropes can't tie them up..."

"That's right, who wouldn't say something nice? If you don't want to see them burned to death, then help us get rid of this disease!"

"Yes, once the rat plague is resolved, we will promise you not to burn the patient to death."

Apart from the elderly and children, most of the people staying in this remote mountain village were rascals like Lin Daxing who were just waiting to die. What they said almost made Lin Mian laugh.

However, the case related to monsters was originally under the control of the research institute. Now that this matter happened, he and Wu Ting might not be able to stay out of it. agree to come down.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, the villagers became a little surprised and uncertain. It was not until Wu Ting tied up the patient with a flaming rope transformed by demon power that he smiled and flattered him: "Then I will trouble you two."

Lin Mian ignored these people, and he still wanted to move the grave, so he asked the villagers to send all the patients to his home for the time being.

"Xiao Mian, can you really help everyone find out the source of the disease?" Lin Zhaosheng leaned the tombstone on the side of the road and followed to watch the excitement.

"I don't know yet." Lin Mian said honestly.

do not know?

Lin Zhaosheng snorted in his heart, and comforted him: "This disease appears strangely, and there is nothing you can do if you can't find it. After Mr. Huang's ashes are buried, you will leave quietly with your friends."

Lin Mian smiled and didn't speak, and walked forward with the white porcelain jar in her arms. Lin Zhaosheng shook his head, and said to his cousin who was standing aside like a log, "Come here and give me a hand."

Lin Baisheng hung his head and remained motionless.

"Come here, Baisheng!" Lin Zhaosheng squatted down, put one end of the pole on his shoulder, and continued to greet Lin Baisheng.

Lin Baisheng raised his head slowly, his blood-red eyes met his cold gaze.

The author has something to say:

Babies can guess what is going on with this disease, the clues have been given, refill~

感谢在2021-12-2818:00:15~2021-12-2918:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 zero zero ones; 1 caramel chestnut cake;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Pipa Xing; 1 bottle of Mumumumuyuxi;

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