After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

After receiving the news from Daoist Ma, the official person in charge still felt strange, why Daoist Ma didn't seem to know the location of this shooting?

When he was confused, Daoist Ma sent a second message, asking if he knew about the death of a student half a year ago.

Seeing Ma Daochang's description of those deaths, the official person in charge gradually frowned.

If you just look at each of these death cases separately, you will feel weird and absurd, but at the same time, you will only feel that life is impermanent, and it is a tragedy that happened by accident.

After all, falling, throwing, suffocating... are all accidental events with a small probability.

It can only be said that these people are too unlucky to encounter such a small probability event.

However, if you look at these several cases together, the possibility of their natural succession occurring in the same period is so low that it can hardly be mentioned.

The probability is so low that it is no longer a coincidence.

It is an inevitability caused by some kind of existence.

The official person in charge realized that Daoist Ma must have encountered that existence, so he pushed back to the previous cases.

Because the deaths occurred during the holidays, and the accidents happened at home or downstairs of the students, after they left the school, they were scattered in various areas, and they did not seem to be connected.

No one would have thought that their deaths would be related to non-scientific existence.

Therefore, although there were still doubts at the beginning, there was not much doubt, and it ended here, so that the deceased could be buried as soon as possible.

Therefore, the case did not enter the field of vision of the special department.

But this time it was no longer the same.

Several people who died pointed to the same possibility.

The official person in charge was thinking, and the pen was slowly turning in circles between his fingers.

Immediately, he called back Taoist Ma and asked him why he mentioned these deaths.

The official person in charge learned about the idol.

"The ebony idol?"

He raised his voice in surprise, and after a while he came back to his senses, and asked again: "You mean, the town object that was once enshrined in the temple near Baizhi Lake was taken away from the Baizhi Lake area?"

"I'm not sure what the town itself is supposed to guard, but if there is really something in the White Paper Lake that needs to be guarded by the ebony statue, I'm afraid that thing has already escaped."

Daoist Ma rushed to the southwest region as quickly as possible, and said to the official person in charge in an eager tone: "At first, I had a little bit of luck, but the person in charge said that Director Zhang's program for this episode is also in White Paper Lake..."

"According to past experience, something will happen in the Baizhi Lake area."

Daoist Ma sighed, and said, "I have already rushed to the Baizhi Lake area with Daoist Wang. If you are not busy, the person in charge, go and have a look."

"Although everything is still normal now, I haven't heard what happened, but."

Daoist Ma smiled wryly: "Just one statue can cause three people to die tragically. I don't know what will happen next."

After hanging up the phone, the official person in charge pondered for a moment, and asked the person next to him for a tablet.

He first checked the main screen of the show and the split screens of each guest, and confirmed that everyone was safe.

Only a few guests seemed a little tired, sitting and resting on the chairs in the room.

Song Ci and Lu Xingxing sat on the chairs and closed their eyes to rest their minds. There were props used in shadow puppetry around them, and in front of them was the curtain of the shadow puppetry stage.

This makes them look like the audience waiting for the opening of the shadow play.

The stage is set and the audience is in place.

We can only beat the gongs and drums, and the show begins.

The official person in charge watched the two people's split screen worriedly for a while, but even at a very close distance, they could see that both of them were safe and breathing steadily.

It seemed that he was really just tired from walking, so he took a lazy rest in a room where no one was around.

The barrage on the split screen between the two was also normal, and no audience noticed anything wrong.

[The young master's body has not recovered, hey, let's just say that he was really injured last time. ]

[Song Ci's condition was not very good when he came here, I think he was about to fall asleep in the car. ]

[After all, Binhai City is still a little far away from the southwest area, and no one will be very comfortable by car for four or five hours.Besides, the young master has just recovered. ]

[Xing Xing actually fell asleep?Wow, rare to see him so quiet. ]

[Maybe I’m playing crazy, I feel like a big dog at home, full of energy when I’m out in the wild, and then I’m so tired that I can’t move, I can only let my family take it back. ]

[Hahahaha, it is true that the husky pig sleeps soundly. ]

[Wow, I didn't expect Lu Xingxing to be so handsome when he was asleep, I suddenly got his looks. ]

[What a handsome guy, but he has a long mouth, what can I do?He was really like an angel when he fell asleep, his heart was beating wildly. ]

[Crowdfunding sews the mouth of the stars! ]

[Wuwu, when these two little ones are sleeping next to each other, it looks really sweet, it makes me feel sleepy. ]

The official person in charge watched the split screen of the two for a long time before switching to the split screen of other people.

The rest of the people seemed to be full of enthusiasm and energy, and the guest named Nan Tian also acted as a commentator, reading an introduction about shadow puppets to the audience.

The perspective switched to the main screen of the show, and the official person in charge saw Yan Shixun's lover standing in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in black, and his tall and slender body stood alone in the courtyard covered with dead leaves. Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel the astonishing aura through the lens.

Even the official person in charge feels a sense of fear of being seen through when he sees a man.

But at the same time, he also recalled that when he was on the road before, the Yin soldiers borrowed the way, and the crisis was extremely serious, but the man appeared in time, wiped out all the evil Yin soldiers, and made the Yin road disappear from the world completely.

The sense of peace of being protected at that time still remained in the mind of the official responsible person, which made him feel relieved when he saw the man while instinctively fearing from the depths of his soul.

That's right, no matter what happens in the Baizhihu area, Mr. Yan and his lover are there.

The person in charge of the official thought this way, relieved a little, and called the public opinion group again, asking them if there were any problems in the previous live broadcast.

"no."

The head of the public opinion group who had been watching the live broadcast of the show scratched his head and said, "It was the janitor of the Shadow Puppet Museum who scared Director Zhang, but it turned out that it was just a false alarm. Except that the museum is different from what he imagined, what else is there?" Nothing, it's safe."

The official person in charge listened carefully to the other party's report, nodded, and called Zhang Wubing to ask if there was anything unusual on the scene.

The phone was picked up after a few rings, and there was no problem with the signal.

The official person in charge felt his heart drop an inch back into his chest.

He checked the past one by one according to the method of elimination, and there was no problem with any of them.Could it be because he was too nervous?

After all, Zhang Wubing's good luck in the previous episodes was impressive, and even the official responsible person was worried, because Daoist Ma's guess also became a guess, lest there would be any problems in this episode.

Zhang Wubing's voice with a smile came from the phone soon: "What's wrong, the person in charge?"

"Don't worry, I'm with Brother Yan, everything is normal here, nothing happened."

Zhang Wubing said in a relaxed tone: "Strictly speaking, the shadow puppet museum here is too different from what I imagined, wow - it's not what I saw online, and I don't know when that photo was taken Yes, to be able to shoot such a majestic appearance, the photographer is also a talent, I really want to know who it is, I want him to work on my show..."

When it comes to the Shadow Puppet Museum, Zhang Wubing is like a child who has been deceived by his parents, because the gap between the promised amusement park at the beginning and the old toys at the end is too big, and he starts to complain endlessly.

But the official person in charge felt relieved when he heard the other party's energetic voice.

Being able to complain and talk so much, it seems that Director Zhang is in good health and the environment he lives in is not in crisis.

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile: "Compared with other regions, the Southwest region has a large area and sparse population, and relatively does not pay much attention to the Internet, so it is normal that the information on the Internet is not updated in time."

While the two were talking, they heard Yan Shixun's voice coming from the phone: "Small illness, come and help."

"Oh, here comes Brother Yan."

Zhang Wubing hurriedly said goodbye to the official responsible person, and comforted him in turn, saying that his side was normal so he didn't have to worry, so he hung up the phone.

When Zhang Wubing turned his head, he saw Yan Shixun squatting down, looking at a huge poster in front of him.

When I finally entered the courtyard, all the past video materials were displayed, as well as many newspapers and magazines that reported the Baizhihu shadow puppetry.

What Yan Shixun was looking at at this time was a poster made to promote its performance when the Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry was in full swing.

In addition to the list of participating performers written above, there are also some performance pictures of the classic Baizhihu shadow play.

Yan Shixun looked carefully, and saw those shadow puppet figures through the curtain, clad in red and green, their pale faces were as red as blood, but they also faded over the long years, turning into an old mottled pink-white .

But it is even more recognizable at a glance that this is not a real person.

It is a shadow puppet image painted with paint.

On the other side of the poster, there is an introduction of the famous shadow puppet maker.

Several men had simple and bright smiles on their faces, and below them were their names and achievements.

The last man in this row didn't have a smile on his face, his face was dull, and his eyes were dull.

It was like losing all hope of life.

However, the reason why Yan Shixun noticed him was not because of his distinctive cold expression.

It's the introduction under his photo.

Zheng Shushu, a master carpenter.

Different from other people's introductions of "Master of Shadow Puppetry", only this person said that he was good at carpentry, but he didn't mention his achievements in shadow puppetry at all.

Before Yan Shixun could figure out the situation of this person, Zhang Wubing walked up to him and saw the introduction of the shadow puppet on the poster.

"Oh!"

Zhang Wubing suddenly let out a short exclamation.

Yan Shixun looked sideways at him, raised his eyebrows, and asked him what's wrong with his eyes.

"This person..."

Zhang Wubing pointed to one of the introductions of shadow puppets, and said in surprise: "This is the inheritor that the director team wanted to visit before, and he is now the last living inheritor in the official records of Baizhihu shadow puppetry. people."

"But the staff of the director's team ran several times, but they couldn't see him."

Zhang Wubing tried his best to recall what the assistant director had said to him before, and said: "I heard from his neighbors in the village that he is old and not in good health. Just when the director team went, he went to the town for medical treatment. coming."

Zhang Wubing looked very regretful.

After all, the once glorious shadow puppetry has only the last inheritor left in the end, and the inheritor is also old and frail, unable to continue to perform, and has no effort to train apprentices. Seeing that the Baizhihu shadow puppetry is about to be lost.

This feeling of watching beautiful things pass away made Zhang Wubing very uncomfortable.

Yan Shixun turned his head and landed on the person Zhang Wubing was pointing at.

On the poster, the shadow puppet maker surnamed Bai, his background and achievements are introduced in detail below.

Up to his generation, it is the No.20 eighth generation of Baizhihu shadow play, and he himself said that he will continue to pass on the Baizhihu shadow play, and he will carry forward the art of shadow play until the day he dies of old age.

Yan Shixun suddenly asked: "Xiaobing, you said earlier that this inheritor no longer performs?"

Zhang Wubing didn't know why Yan Shixun asked such a question, so he just nodded and said, "Yes, he's not in good health, and he hasn't performed shadow puppetry since many years ago."

"It seems that after the Baizhihu shadow puppet began to decline, he seemed to be seriously ill. After he was discharged from the hospital, some people came to him and asked him to perform, but he refused, saying that he was not in good health."

Zhang Wubing looked a little dazed and regretful: "Actually, if he had accepted apprentices at that time, there should be someone who could pass on the shadow puppets, but I don't know why, after his former apprentice died in an accident, he kept the shadow puppet behind closed doors. No more apprentices."

"After deciding on the Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry, I was actually hesitant to come over, because the inheritor seems to be..."

Zhang Wubing frantically searched for adjectives, wanted to describe his feelings to Yan Shixun, but finally found that only one description was the most appropriate: "He looks like he doesn't want the Baizhihu Shadow Puppet to be passed on."

"I don't accept apprentices to teach, and I don't perform anymore. Even the southwest region wanted to help Baizhi Lake and promote shadow puppets, but he refused. No matter what other people invite him to do, he will use his old body For no good reason, they were all rejected.”

Zhang Wubing sighed, a little confused about the psychological thoughts of this inheritor.

"Actually, this time, I also want to give it a try. I don't want to watch such a good culture be lost. But... I don't know much about it. After all, even the inheritor himself is so resistant."

"When the director's team went to visit before, his neighbors persuaded the director's team to give up, saying that he still hasn't seen outsiders for a long time."

Amid Zhang Wubing's voice, Yan Shixun stared at the photo on the poster in front of him speechlessly.

At this time, the inheritor is still in his prime, 50 years old, the golden age for a craftsman.

Skilled, the craftsmanship has reached the peak, and the physical and mental strength can still keep up. I will not be blindly conservative. There are still many innovative ideas that I want to realize, and my enterprising spirit has not stopped.

On the poster, the inheritor is in high spirits, with a bright smile, with absolute confidence in his craft and Baizhihu shadow puppetry, and seems to have plans to push his inheritance to a higher peak.

But why did such a person suddenly change his attitude and no longer be keen on shadow puppets?

Yan Shixun has seen many craftsmen, and there are many strange people hidden in the streets and alleys. They all have their own strengths, but if we want to talk about the commonality among them, it is probably——

The love of the craft that one possesses.

Some people may not like what they have learned and passed down at the beginning.

But with the passage of time, what they have learned has been integrated with them, which cannot be summed up by a simple sentence of "like".

That, like breathing, has become instinctive.

Even the muscles already have memory.

Whether they want it or not, the carpenter picks up the carving knife and knows how to carve a lifelike statue. The candied amber in the pot of the sugarsmith is crystal clear, and the candied haws under his hands are bright red and crisp.

The same is true for shadow puppets.

What would make a person who has passed down shadow puppetry for dozens of generations give up this skill?

What Zhang Wubing said about the time when the inheritor's attitude changed caught Yan Shixun's attention.

"White paper lake shadow puppets are in decline..."

He repeated softly, staring at the poster fixedly, lost in thought.

After a while, Yan Shixun stood up, rolled up his cuffs, and beckoned to Zhang Wubing to help him hold the other side. He wanted to move the poster that occupied the entire wall from the position against the wall.

Although Zhang Wubing didn't know what to do, he still came over to help.

"Brother Yan, what are you doing with it? Aren't we here to turn off the CD player? We'll leave after turning it off."

Zhang Wubing asked curiously: "It's not in the way when it's leaning against the wall. Or brother Yan, did you drop something in there?"

"Do not."

Yan Shixun smiled lightly and pointed to the wall: "Didn't you see that there is still color on the wall behind the poster?"

The posters show shadows reflected on the curtain.

Red, red, green and green are all shrouded in dim lights, and the unique hazy beauty and ancient charm of shadows rush to the face.

But Yan Shixun saw with sharp eyes that there were some red and green colors on the wall behind the poster, like a corner of a sketched character.

It seems that the poster is the curtain on the shadow puppet stage, and all the visitors are the spectators under the shadow puppet stage.

But the real shadow puppets, as well as the manipulators behind the scenes, are all hidden behind the curtain, watching all this quietly through the curtain.

After removing the wooden board of the poster, there were indeed portraits on the wall.

Yan Shixun saw that on the old wall covered with scorched black stains and cracks, the paint drawn back then had not faded, and several men were vividly painted.

They hold wooden sticks in their hands, open or close their palms, with relaxed smiles on their faces, as if they are familiarly manipulating the shadow puppets under their hands, so that they can reflect different shapes of shadows on the screen.

The heart-piercing parting of life and death was staged in front of the stage, while the craftsmen behind the stage were laughing.

When they looked at each other, there were satisfied smiles on their faces.

Yan Shixun recognized at a glance that the people painted on the wall were exactly the shadow puppet masters introduced on the poster.

The 28th generation inheritor is also among them.

But unexpectedly, he didn't stand in the middle, but stood at the very edge, and the smile on his face also seemed very forced, but showed a bit of worry.

As if anxiously thinking about whether it was right for him to do so, he wanted to stop him, but he was hesitant, hesitantly retreated and kept silent.

Yan Shixun looked up at the picture on the wall, while sighing in his heart, he calmly extracted information from the picture.

The person who drew this painting should have seen such a scene with his own eyes, and possessed extremely skilled and superb painting skills, so he could express everyone's expressions so vividly.

If it weren't for the weathering and fading caused by a long period of time, and the erosion of rainwater from leaking eaves, this painting would be more realistic than what we see now.

And coincidentally, except for the successor, several shadow puppet masters had their eye parts peeled off, exposing the red bricks under the wall.

The cracks started from the beams and went all the way to the bottom. The bodies of these people were pierced by the cracks horizontally and vertically.

It was as if their entire bodies were torn apart, and the blood under their skin was bright red, flowing wantonly on the wall.

And the eyes are red, like ghosts hiding behind the hanging paintings, staring at all the people who entered this room.

The spectators feel as if they are actually on the scene, watching what happens behind the scenes.

However, one person was missing.

Yan Shixun keenly noticed that not all the people introduced on the posters were painted on the walls.

The carpenter named Zheng Shushu was not among them.

Yan Shixun pondered for a while, took a step forward with his long legs, carefully observed the wall, and then noticed with his good eyesight that on each of the wooden sticks commanded by these shadow puppet masters, each A "Zheng" character is engraved on it.

Indeed, it is a carpenter after all.

If what the painter depicted was behind the shadow puppetry, it is normal that the carpenter did not appear here.

However, although Yan Shixun knew that according to common sense, the painting looked fine, but he was still vaguely puzzled.

What is the purpose of drawing this picture here?

Blocked by the posters that occupy the entire wall, no one will notice no matter how beautiful the painting is.

That being the case, what is the point of carefully painting a picture that will not be seen?

It also focuses on portraying the expressions on everyone's faces vividly...

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun looked down, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the wooden plank in his hand.

When he saw what was on the board, his eyes widened slightly.

——The painter's original idea was to hide the people behind the scenes behind the poster.

The person who meticulously painted this painting has spent far more effort than Yan Shixun originally imagined.

Behind the wooden board of the poster, there are also paintings.

However, it is different from the picture on the front of the poster or on the wall.

What is depicted on the back of the board is a shadow puppet figure manipulated by a shadow puppet master.

Each of them has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and the clothes on their bodies are carefully painted with patterns, which seems to indicate the identity of each of them.

And in front of them, there is a piece of dim yellow cloth.

Behind the cloth, there are shadowy figures and blurred faces.

The facial features of those outside the curtain seemed to melt into a ball, and they could only vaguely see where their noses and eyes were.

But even more because of this, those people looked scary at first glance, with empty eyes and grinning mouths, as if pointing at the performance on the stage and laughing, laughing at the experiences and stories of the shadow puppets.

The painting behind the wooden board is actually from the perspective behind the curtain, depicting the shadow puppets who are performing the story behind the scenes, as well as the reactions of the audience in front of the scene.

Judging from the style and color of the picture, there are three paintings on the poster, behind the board, and on the wall, all made by one person.

This painter has put his heart into it.

Yan Shixun frowned slightly.

No matter who this person is, he can portray it to such a fine level, the starting point is no longer for reward.

what is that?

Want to contribute to the promotion of Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry?

Or some other reason.

However, if it is to make visitors marvel at this ingenuity, there should be a hint outside the poster, so that people can discover the design behind the poster.

But looking at it now, if he hadn't habitually inspected the whole audience, he wouldn't have found that there was another picture behind the poster.

Yan Shixun is not an overly modest person, and the traditional virtue of "moderation" does not exist in him.

He is very confident in his own strength, and while he is self-aware of himself, he also has a thorough understanding of others.

Yan Shixun knew very well that his power of observation could be regarded as the top among all the people.

After all, it is an ability honed in a life-and-death crisis. If he is negligent, all the staff may be in danger, and even his own life may be threatened.

This ability also allowed him to find out what was wrong several times in time, and finally turned the tide, turned the crisis into safety, and saved lives.

If not, he would not have discovered the hidden picture behind the poster.

But in this way, the painter's intention to leave such a painting more than ten years ago becomes strange.

Since you don't want people to know, why draw it again?

Or...is this a self-deprecating product of being unable to resist under anger or resentment?

The painter wanted to roar and condemn, but found that he couldn't do anything.

Like the laughing audience in front of the curtain, in everyone's eyes, he is just a shadow of a stupid show, which can be used for fun without half respect or pity.

Yan Shixun was taken aback by his own imagination, and suddenly realized something, and lowered his head to carefully look at the shadow puppets painted on the back of the wooden board.

There are a total of six shadow puppets, of which there is only one female and one child.

The woman knelt down on the ground, but her upper body was leaned back, pointing to the sky, as if she was weeping and angrily denouncing the injustice of the sky.

And the child opened his arms in front of the female character, trying to block all dangers for the female character.

Some of the remaining villagers held sticks, some raised their butcher knives high, and some were watching with cold eyes.

No one came to help the woman and the child.

Even among the props on the edge of the curtain, there are several images of villagers.

They leaned out from the house, their mouths raised high like a crescent moon, watching all this and laughing.

There is also a figure in the image of a woman who is pointing at the kneeling woman in the middle, as if pointing and saying something.

This reminded Yan Shixun of the scene he saw in the village.

One family had an accident, and the rest of the people went out to watch the fun, pointing and gossiping around the person who had the accident, treating the tragic experience of others as a gossip after dinner, and ridiculing the neighbors.

When Yan Shixun's eyes fell on the female character in the middle again, he suddenly paused.

There was doubt in his brows and eyes, and he couldn't help but bend down to take a closer look.

In dramas, in order to leave the image of the characters to the audience as quickly as possible, the image characteristics of the characters are generally highlighted to indicate the identity of the characters.

Shadow play is no exception.

And because it is separated by a layer of curtains, when making characters, we will pay special attention to this point, so that the audience can see the good and evil and status of the characters at the first glance as much as possible.

The female figure in the middle is obviously very different from the surrounding villagers or women.

The women around could tell at a glance that they were originally villagers, their hair was simply combed up, and their clothes were simple and plain.

On the other hand, the female figure kneeling on the ground has several jewels pinned to her head, and the long skirt on her body is exquisite, with patterns carefully drawn on it. At first glance, it is out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if she came from a place other than the village. .

Even the children who guard her behind wear different styles of clothes, which are consistent with the female characters.

The female characters are exquisite everywhere, as if they want to portray a beauty who has suffered a miserable experience, and even the arms pointing to the sky with grief and anger are slender and beautiful.

But there is one difference.

Her waist is round and slightly raised.

At first glance, Yan Shixun thought it was the folds of the clothes, until he bent down to look carefully, he noticed that there was a pair of eyes drawn on the belly of the female figure.

Those eyes projected on the curtain, like the only bright color in the pitch black, stared straight ahead, as if they were watching the actions of the villagers with cold eyes.

"Brother Yan, this is too exquisite. I didn't expect the craftsmen at that time to have such a novel design."

Zhang Wubing admired, but felt a little strange and said: "But this scene in the painting, is it a very famous song in the shadow puppetry?"

He pointed to the TV next to him: "This woman seems a bit like the one we saw when we came in."

As a finance student and a director who racked his brains to expand publicity channels in order to promote the program, Zhang Wubing thought very simple.

Since it can be drawn on posters, and even related dramas are playing in the CD player, it must be that people in the museum want to use this to promote it and show everyone how good the White Paper Lake Shadow Puppet is.

It's like advertising.

That being the case, the most famous track must be selected, otherwise why waste precious advertising opportunities?

Yan Shixun frowned, because of Zhang Wubing's words, he suddenly realized that this female character and child did see it broadcast on TV when they first stepped into the room.

And because Zhang Wubing forgot to turn off the CD player, the background sound that everyone in the program group heard when they were in the shadow puppet museum was also this scene.

Although the picture behind the poster is exquisite, only a certain scene was captured.

If you want to know the specific story, you have to look at the video materials recorded that year.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun put the heavy wooden poster on the wall again, then strode towards the TV, and turned on the switch of the CD player again.

After a burst of electric current from an old-fashioned TV, the contents of the CD were played from within a blur of snowflakes.

But the singing voice that was released suddenly was roaring and firm, which was different from the sad and mournful ones I heard before.

Yan Shixun took a closer look and felt that this was more like "Water Margin".

He frowned and turned around to ask Zhang Wubing: "When you turned off the computer, did you change the disc?"

"Ah? No."

Zhang Wubing was also at a loss. He came over and squatted down, and adjusted the machine: "Did the previous part just finish playing? Maybe when they recorded, they put several tracks on one CD?"

But the two of them adjusted the playback progress to the very beginning, checked back and forth twice, but none of them were on this CD, and saw the section they saw when they first entered the room.

Yan Shixun pulled the shelf next to the discs over, played them one by one, fast forwarded, and replayed them.

But I didn't see any clips related to that female character in any CD.

He turned around involuntarily and looked at the female figure on the wall poster.

Which scene is it... What does it mean that the painter left this scene on the wall?

Yan Shixun frowned, unable to sort out his thoughts for a while.

After the official person in charge hung up the call with Zhang Wubing, he pondered for a moment, called for several death cases mentioned by Ma Daochang, and asked those who might know about the incidents in the Baizhi Lake area. What a big deal.

"White Paper Lake?"

On the other side of the phone, the man knocked on the table, and after organizing his words, he smiled wryly and said, "Brother, aren't you kidding me? Can you still not know what happened in Baizhi Lake?"

"Listen to the name, white paper, lake. Have you ever seen someone name it with white paper? Isn't it a nickname that came out because of what happened at that time, and everyone got used to calling it that way afterwards."

"There were so many dead that they couldn't be buried in the burial. The spilled paper money completely covered the sky, and when it fell into the lake, even the lake was completely covered."

The man sighed, "The village over there is almost dying."

The official person in charge was stunned at first, then frowned: "Such a large area of ​​death... What happened to Baizhi Lake? Pollution, poisoning, disease, or something else?"

"Such collective deaths should either be investigated by a special team, or transferred to our special department."

The official person in charge looked at the blank page after querying Baizhihu in the system on the tablet, and couldn't help but wondered: "But there is no record on our side. What's going on?"

The man said honestly: "There is no reason, no matter how you check, there is no abnormality, everyone died suddenly in the middle of the night, even if there is an autopsy, the result is only a heart or brain problem, it is a health problem. "

"It's also because of this that I didn't report it to the special department. After all, there were no traces of ghosts appearing."

The man sighed and shook his head: "However, I personally still think that it is understandable to have two cases together, but the whole village is like this... I am afraid that what is raging in Baizhi Lake is an evil spirit that is far beyond our understanding. That's why we can't find it." Say anything amiss."

The official responsible person looked down at several student death reports in his hands.

These students also happened after returning from Baizhi Lake.

It seems that all people or things connected with Baizhi Lake will become ominous, and finally usher in the end of death.

If the probability of one event occurring is [-] percent, what is the probability of all [-] similar events occurring?

Chances of chance are reduced to critical values.

The inevitable conclusion will emerge.

As the other party said, I am afraid that there are ghosts in the Baizhi Lake area that they have never seen before.

The official person in charge hung up the phone in a daze, and picked up the report in his hand.

The last of several students to die caught the attention of officials in charge.

If it is said that falling to death or being crushed to death, it can be explained by bad luck, but drowning in a rice bowl is not something that can be explained simply by luck.

Moreover, the water that drowned the students was suspected in the report to be lake water...

White Paper Lake?

The official person in charge was startled and got up from his seat abruptly.

He casually picked up the coat on the back of the chair, and walked out quickly: "Go to the Baizhi Lake area to have a look, and I can rest assured only after confirming with my own eyes that nothing happened there."

The person next to him agreed to come down and contact the rescue team.

The official person in charge called Zhang Wubing.

However, there was only a "beep" sound on the phone.

No one answered.