Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Although the speed increased, the heavy rain fell before reaching the village.

Bean-sized raindrops crackled on the glass windows, the sight in front of the windows became blurred, and the dirt road under the wheels became more muddy. For safety, Song Qingluo had to slow down the speed, which was originally planned to arrive at noon The destination was dragged into the evening.

Along the way, Lin Pinxia was observing the surrounding scenery. As he went deeper into the mountain forest, the surroundings became desolate. After a heavy rain curtain, Lin Banxia did not see any buildings, but occasionally saw one or two desolate tombs by the road.

The two in the back seat of the car were already drowsy. Lin Banxia was afraid that Song Qingluo was too tired to drive and did not dare to rest. He always sat next to him and chatted with him. Unfortunately, Song Qingluo didn't talk much, most of the time was Lin Banxia Talking. He talked about some of the things he encountered when he was working. After jumping off the building, his body fell apart, but the new employee was too careless and took one less. After his family discovered it, he had a long time. Why did a man take Xiaosan out for drag racing, but the two did n’t wear seat belts and flew directly out of the cab. The man hit the body of Xiaosan because the impact was so violent that the bodies of the two stood together. I couldn't tell the difference. The man's wife was so annoyed that she knew it, so she just found a place and buried it, even the funeral was not done ...

These stories are endless, Lin Banxia said with a deep impression.

Song Qingluo listened, occasionally picking up a sentence and asking Lin Banxia how long this work had been done.

"It's been a few years." Lin Banxia said, "I haven't changed this since I graduated."

Song Qingluo said: "Don't think of changing other jobs?"

Lin Banxia said with a smile: "If you don't change, this is good."

Song Qingluo glanced at him without asking why.

As he spoke, the scenery in front of him also changed, and the lush trees outside the car gradually lowered, and his horizons widened. After their car entered a wide flat, Song Qingluo stopped the car.

The rain was slightly lower, and Lin Banxia changed their raincoats in the car before coming out of the car.

Immediately after getting off the bus, Lin Banxia noticed that there was a stele standing beside the road. Three bright red fonts were written on the stele: Sanshui Village.

This should be the name of the village. Lin Banxia was looking down at the stele, but there was a cry of exclamation next to him.

"What's that ?!" Mu Xinsi said in amazement.

Lin Banxia followed her gaze, and not far away, she saw a dead tree planted on the ground. The dead tree looked a bit old, and the trunk was very thick. It was not enough for two adults to open their hands. Embrace it. The root of the tree was mostly broken, not cut neatly, but in a severely torn state.

"There seems to be something under the tree." He Huaian's eyesight is good, and he can see the strange thing at a glance.

Song Qingluo walked towards the tree, Lin Banxia followed.

When the four of them reached the tree, they could see clearly what was under the tree. It turned out to be an off-road vehicle. The front of the car was completely crushed by a heavy trunk. I did n’t know if there was anyone in it.

When He Huaian saw the car, he had a bad hunch, and after looking for the deformed license plate number, his face suddenly became a lot white, trembling: "This ... this is not the last time Is the car driven by four people? "

Mou Xinsi said: "Really?"

He Huaian said: "Of course it is true, I remember this license plate number !!! Are they in the car?"

Lin Banxia squatted beside the car, carefully observed, frowned: "... Are you sure this car is your companion?" He was a little unbearable, his voice lowered, "In this cab ... it seems to be still There is a corpse, it seems that it should be some time. "

He Huaian and Mou Xinsi froze at the same time.

Lin Banxia did this in the end. Although it will not be a professional autopsy, there is still some experience with the state of the body. This body has begun to corrupt. According to the current weather conditions, it has been at least three or four days. This is almost the time when the companions who came here lost contact with them.

Song Qingluo didn't forget to hold an umbrella while wearing raincoats and rain boots. He seemed to hate getting wet with water. He tried to keep his body dry. He said softly, "Not only this one."

Lin Banxia looked back at him.

Song Qingluo pointed his finger.

Lin Banxia glanced at the place where Song Qingluo pointed. Sure enough, he saw another weird trace on the trunk not far from the cab. The trunk seemed to have hit a part of the living thing that was damaged and was on the skin. An uncomfortable stain was formed. There was rain in the past few days. The stain was washed away by the rain, but it can still be seen that the meat debris left on it and white bone residue.

"Let's find a place to live first." Song Qingluo said, "Wait for the rain to stop, and then enter the village to investigate."

"Good." He Huaian nodded.

The four people got into the car and drove a long distance along the much more spacious road to the village. Finally, they saw a series of houses. At this time, it was close to the evening. Because of the rain, it was extremely dark. There was a little light in the windows of the houses beside the road, but on the road, there was still no one visible, as if the whole village had fallen asleep.

Song Qingluo randomly found a lighted house, parked the car next to it, and went to knock on the door.

I don't know if the people in the rain were too loud to hear it, or they didn't want to open the door at all, and there was no movement in the room.

"What should I do?" He Huai'an was worried. He took out his mobile phone, frowned at the faint two-signal signal above, but still dialed a number and mumbled, "I'll try to call again. I do n’t know if I can get through. "

Lin Banxia didn't expect He Huaian to get through. Who knows a few seconds later, He Huaian turned on and said, "It's done!"

"Hello, is it the village head? Yes, yes, we sent someone over again." He Huaian covered her microphone, trying to isolate the sound of the clamoring rain. "Now that we are in the village, we are now at the entrance ——Are you coming to pick us up? Hello? Hello? ”

"Damn, it broke again." He Huaian scolded.

"However, he should have figured it out, should he know that we are here?" Mou Xinsi stared at He Huaian with his eyes, hoping that things would not be so bad.

"It should be." He Huaian said, "only wait a while."

They casually found an eaves where they could cover the rain, standing underneath and waiting for the village chief.

About ten minutes later, a faint light appeared in the thick rain curtain. After the light, a middle-aged man wearing a hat and a casket, his expressionless face was stained with rain, and saw four of them. Whispered: "How come again."

He Huaian said enthusiastically: "Are you the village chief?"

"Did I say that you should not come?" Although the village chief came, the attitude was not very good, complaining, "This is annoying the mountain god, no matter how many of you come, you can only die-why not?" ?! "

He Huaian was said so, his expression was a little embarrassed, and said: "Why do you say that, since we dare to come, then there must be some way ... Can't you continue to die in your village?"

The village chief sneered: "There is a way, how can the four that came earlier die, and one more dead than one?"

Although He Huaian already had a guess in his heart, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this sentence: "Is all dead?"

The village chief said, "It's all dead." He turned around and walked in the direction of the four people. "Forget it, it's already here. It's too late to say anything-go with me where I live." "

The four followed the village head to a small building close to the village entrance.

Entering the small building, the four people took off their rain gear, shook the rain on their bodies, and entered the house in turn. Song Qingluo did not speak after seeing the village chief. At this time, he took off his raincoat and got some rain on his face. He frowned slightly and was planning to wipe it off with his cuffs. Lin Banxia handed him a clean tissue.

"So don't you like water?" Lin Banxia said with a smile.

"Um." Song Qingluo snorted softly.

"Why do you like Coke that much?" Lin Banxia said.

Song Qingluo hesitated for a moment: "Coke is sweet."

Don't like water, unless the water is sweet, Lin Banxia couldn't help laughing, and felt that Song Qingluo like this was actually a little cute.

The village head over there turned to the kitchen and served a bowl of hot **** soup to the four people. The soup was placed on the table, but no one dared to move.

The village chief snorted, withdrew a cigarette rod from the nearby kang, knocked heavily on the table, and shook some ashes. He said, "Dare to come here? Don't dare to drink **** soup?" ? "

Lin Banxia actually thought that what he said made sense, but Song Qingluo hadn't moved yet, and no one dared to reach for the soup.

He Huaian grinned reluctantly, trying to ease the embarrassment. He said: "Mr. Village Head, we want to know what happened."

The head of the village said: "Dead, all dead." He took a breath and spoke coldly, killing people's life and death, as if discussing the weather was bland, "One was bitten by a bug, and the other was drowned in the water. The two fallen trees were crushed to death when they wanted to run. The dead one was worse than the other. There were not many people in the village. The tree could n’t move, and even the corpse could not be collected. . "

He said, He Huaian and Mou Xinsi's faces were white, and when she finally died, Mou Xinsi was completely human. She quietly glanced at Lin Banxia sitting next to Song Qingluo and found The newcomer did not change his face, and slowly took out the half-bottle of Coke from his pocket and gave it a sip. After drinking his mouth, he smiled and handed the remaining half of the bottle to Song Qingluo.

Song Qingluo didn't care at all, and took over the rest of the cola.

Wait, drink all?

Mou Xinsi remembered that if he remembered correctly, this monitor named Song Qingluo was notoriously not easy to get along with. Such a person would still drink cola that others had drunk? ? Mou Xinsi's expression looked like hell.

He Huaian was a lot calmer than Mou Xinsi. After all, he had been shocked in the car once when he came, so this time he just patted Mu Xinsi's hand lightly, indicating that her eyes should not be so obvious.

Mou Xinsiqiang laughed a little, and withdrew his gaze with difficulty, thinking that the rumors might not be completely true.

No one was willing to move the **** soup on the table. The village head took a big sip of himself and was unhappy, saying, "What are you afraid of? I'm afraid of poisoning you," "If I want to kill someone, why contact the outside and make them obedient?" Isn't it good to wait for death? "

Mou Xinsi opened his mouth, and for a moment he could not think of something that could be refuted.

"I advise you to go back tomorrow." The village head poured another pot of cold water on them. "I'm afraid this village will not work. If they know that there are outsiders ... I'm afraid it will be bad for you."

"What the **** is going on?" He Huaian said, "Isn't it just saying that the village is starting to die? Are they? Who are they?"

The head of the village said: "The older generation in the village. Indeed, it was just a dead person at the beginning. I thought someone was doing it at the time, but now that the time is so long, I also understand that it is really not a person. Anger. "He smoked a few cigarettes fiercely, as if to vent the depression in his heart," The older generation said that it offended the mountain god. As long as there are enough dead people, the mountain **** will calm down the anger, now Everyone in the village was a little scared, and there were a few foreigners ... I have no time to entertain you! "

Lin Banxia wondered: "How did the two people at the gate of the village die?"

The village chief glanced at him and said, "Did you not see it? It was just killed by a tree, a big thunder fell, and both of them disappeared ..." He sighed, "You can encounter all these things, you Say, what does this have to do with people? "

Lin Banxia was silent and struck to death by thunder. It seemed to be beyond the scope of human beings, but what the village chief said was not necessarily true. It was a maximum of six or seven points.

"It's too late, let's take a rest first." Song Qingluo, who has been silent, opened his mouth. "Mr. Village Head, can you lend us a few rooms to spend the night?"

The village chief said: "There are houses, but your people lived before. Now they are all dead. If you are not taboo, just continue to live there. Their stuff is still inside, and there is no time to take it away."

Having said that, there was no other way. The four of them arranged a room. As a girl, Mu Xinsi should have lived alone, but everyone was afraid of an accident, so she and He Huaian made a break. Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo took for granted a bed.

Although it was already spring at this time, the weather on the mountain was slightly colder. The village chief provided them with thick bedding. Lin Banxia sorted it out after entering the house.

Song Qingluo turned around in the house and found something that was vaguely left by the last wave of people. They could see that they were in a hurry when they left here, and they didn't know if they found anything, or they were simply afraid, A lot of things were left in the room, and there was even a mobile phone, but unfortunately Song Qingluo couldn't open the phone with a password set.

After a day of rushing, Lin Banxia was also a little tired. After a simple wash, he greeted Song Qingluo to sleep.

Song Qingluo yelled, changed his clothes, and lay beside Lin Banxia.

"Why do you go tomorrow?" Lin Banxia did this for the first time, and had little experience.

"People are dead." Song Qingluo said, "The body should always be there. Let's go to see the body first."

Lin Banxia said: "Also."

Song Qingluo said: "Sleep."

Lin Banxia closed his eyes and felt that Song Qingluo's breathing was gradually evening on his side. This was the first time the two were lying on the same bed. Somehow, he was always a little nervous when he was always asleep, he thought carefully After thinking about it, it was due to a strange environment, so I couldn't sleep. The rain outside the window was banging and there was no intention of stopping. Lin Banxia's consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally sank into the darkness.

One night without dreams, the next day, the rain continued to fall.

In the morning, Song Qingluo on his side was gone, and Lin Banxia quickly changed clothes and went to the front house. Sure enough, Song Qingluo was sitting in the corner of the hall, having breakfast, saw him awake, and greeted him.

"Did you buy it?" Lin Banxia grabbed a cookie and gnawed it with relish.

"Well." Song Qingluo said, "I just asked the village head where the dead people are. He said that on the barren land at the east end of the village, let us be careful when we pass by, and try not to meet the villagers.

Lin Banxia said, "What is the structure of this village?"

Song Qingluo said: "I don't know, I have to go around twice."

When the two were talking, He Huaian and Mu Xinsi also came. Both of them had blue and purple under their eyes. They didn't seem to sleep well. They saw dry biscuits and they didn't want to eat. Take a bite.

"You go to find out the rough terrain of the village. I and him went to the cemetery in the east." Song Qingluo ordered the task. "Try to avoid people. The village chief said that it was raining heavily outside. Will go out. "

"Okay." He Huaian answered.

Mou Xinsi also nodded.

"How did you sleep last night?" Song Qingluo asked.

"Not bad." He Huaian answered with a wry smile.

"I always think there is something outside the window." Mou Xinsi whispered, "Always running around ...

Song Qingluo looked at He Huaian: "Have you heard?"

He Huaian shook his head.

Song Qingluo said: "Even if you don't hear it, pay attention to it. When you go to the village later, you must make life safety your top priority. Seeing that the situation is wrong, run quickly. Do you understand?"

He Huaian and Mou Xinsi agreed in good agreement.

Lin Banxia stood next to the biting bite of biscuit, but it was a bit embarrassing to see that the three had n’t eaten. He filled his mouth with the last piece and vaguely said, "Honon, do n’t go."

Song Qingluo put on his raincoat and rain boots and brought an umbrella, and then he went out with Lin Banxia. He Huaian and Mu Xinsi faced west. They faced east. The two teams went in the opposite direction.

The rain was a bit heavy, and a figure could not be seen on the road of the village. As they walked longer, the surrounding buildings were scarce, and the road at the foot gradually became barren.

Halfway through, Lin Banxia, ​​who was rushing to the road, was suddenly pulled by Song Qingluo. He froze, turned his head to look at Song Qingluo, and said, "Why?"

Song Qingluo said, "Have you heard anything?"

Lin Banxia frowned: "What voice?"

Song Qingluo raised his index finger and made a hush gesture.

Lin Banxia stopped talking, tilted his ears and sounded, and sure enough, in the sound of the rain, he heard the faint music. Among the music, the most striking is the piercing suona, ticking, and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, a sad mournful music was played. The music was getting closer and closer, right behind them.

Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia glanced at each other, and tacitly found a place in the trees nearby to hide.

About a minute or two later, a dozen people appeared in front of their eyes. These people were wearing white mourning clothes. Several people played mourning in the front, and a dozen people carried the coffin in the back. Lin Banxia initially thought it was just an ordinary burial team, but he soon realized that this team was unusual because there were too many coffins--

One pair, two pairs, three pairs, the coffins are large and small, and the colors are different. The people in white look blurry in the rain, and they carry the extra heavy coffin with their shoulders firmly. They carried coffins one after another, and walked slowly past Lin Banxia's eyes.

The mournful music gradually went away, but the team carrying the coffin seemed to have no end.

Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo stood in hiding behind the tree, watching this grotesque scene.

I don't know how long I waited, they finally waited for the last coffin. The bottle of coffin was black, and a few thin young men carried the coffin. They stepped forward on the muddy path under the rain. Just before Lin Banxia was about to pass, an accident happened suddenly.

The young man walking at the front seemed to be tripped by something at his feet. The whole person fell to the ground. The person behind was too late to react. The heavy coffin instantly lost its center of gravity and hit him heavily on the waist. The coffin was extremely heavy. , Directly smashing the man's waist into the ground, the young man screamed, and his mouth began to overflow with a big mouthful of blood, but in a flash, he would lose his breath.

The others shouted and dragged the coffin out of the boy. The cover of the coffin was not secured. After being lifted by several people, it fell off the coffin. When the coffin lid fell off, a round thing grunted and rolled not far from Lin Banxia's eyes. Before he could react, he felt Song Qingluo behind him, covering his mouth with cold hands.

"Don't call it." Song Qingluo said softly. After he said this, he realized that Lin Banxia was different from ordinary people, and he let go, whispering helplessly, "Sorry, get used to it."

Lin Banxia blinked to indicate that it was okay. He looked down and saw the whole picture of that thing. It was actually a person ’s head. He did n’t know how long he had died. God stared at the direction of Lin Banxia.

There was a roaring noise in the crowd, and people finally moved the coffin away and saw the young man's lower body. There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by people crying: "It's gone, it's gone !!"

Although far away, Lin Banxia still saw the tragic appearance of the young man. His waist and lower body were actually smashed into two halves by the coffin, the upper body spitting blood, and the lower body was still struggling to twist. The picture was terrible for a while, but the crowd only made a noise for a moment, and then the calm was restored.

People seemed to be numb and started to sort out the scene quickly. The young girl in filial piety came to her head. She took the rotten head on the ground and even did not forget to wipe the dirt on it.

"If male, come back soon." Someone in the crowd beckoned at the girl.

The girl yelled, holding her head cautiously back, and put it back into the coffin. The skillful appearance seems to have experienced such a thing for thousands of times. The calm look makes people feel inexplicably creepy.