Phantom Skeleton Painting

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"Ah !!!" A horrified scream, Mu Xinsi couldn't care about anything else. She grabbed her clothes and stumbled towards the outside. She hadn't reached the door, she felt something stepped on her feet, and flicked and flew towards the ground. After going up, he fell heavily on the ground.

Fortunately, she was holding soft clothes in her hands and did not fall to the head, but still heard a clear crackling sound from her ankles.

"Ah--" Mou Xinsi screamed in pain.

"Mou Xinsi, are you okay?" He Huaian, who was guarding outside, heard Mou Xinsi's screaming and said anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hair ... Hair ..." Mou Xinsi screamed.

"What hair? I came in?" He Huaian said urgently.

"Don't, don't, I didn't wear clothes." Mou Xinsi was dying, but still had some face, "You wait, I'll come out later ..." She turned hard and looked again at the ceiling above her head, there Empty and empty, there was no horrible sight she had just seen.

His ankle seemed to be sprained, and Mu Xinsi dressed hard and limped out of the house.

He Huaian saw Mu Xinsi look embarrassed, and quickly asked her what happened.

"I seem to see something strange." Mou Xinsi vaguely said.

He Huaian said: "What?"

"Maybe I was wrong." Mou Xinsi shook his head.

He Huaian wanted to ask again, but Mu Xinsi ignored him and turned to the house staggeringly. He Huaian looked at her back, showing a worried look.

Lin Banxia, ​​who was sitting in the hall, waited for Song Qingluo, who returned late, and then told him what happened in the courtyard today.

After listening, Song Qingluo checked the coffin, including the dead in the coffin, and finally came to an unpleasant conclusion. These people in the coffin are likely to be starved to death. Inside, because he found a few light tooth marks on the side of the coffin, he thought he was hungry, and then he swallowed.

They did not dare to tell the village head this conclusion. After all, the village head is in a bad state of mind now, knowing that this matter is harmful and useless.

Because of what happened today, everyone was not interested in dinner, so only Lin Banxia Song Qingluo and He Huaian appeared on the table. Song Qingluo asked Mu Xinsi, who said that she accidentally put her foot in the bath Twisted, now resting on the bed.

"What happened?" Song Qingluo asked, "why did you twist your feet suddenly."

"I don't know, she seems to be in a bad state of mind." He Huaian said, "may be sick."

Song Qingluo frowned slightly: "You pay more attention to her."

He Huaian nodded.

After dinner, after a simple wash, Lin Banxia went to bed. This room is actually a bit similar to his previous bedroom structure. There is a tall wardrobe next to the bed. The wardrobe has a half door that cannot be closed and opens. A gap. Lin Banxia should have been a little sleepy, but could not sleep tossing and turning.

Song Qingluo lay beside him and asked him what was wrong.

"That wardrobe is black hole." Lin Banxia said, "It looks a little uncomfortable, as if ... where I saw this scene."

Song Qingluo: "..."

Lin Banxia: "Why do you have this expression?"

Song Qingluo said: "I'm just thinking."

Lin Banxia: "What do you want?"

Song Qingluo: "Want to tell you where you have seen it."

Lin Banxia thought for a while, and said, "I still don't want it. What if I am more afraid of it if I think about it." Then I got up and pressed the gap between the cabinets with a stool, which made me feel better. After a while, there was even breathing.

Song Qingluo thought that you might be mad at your house number, and finally tried to scare you so many times. When the result came back, she happened to be away from home. It's a bit miserable to think about it carefully.

The night fell and the village was quiet.

Lin Banxia, ​​who fell into a deep sleep, was awakened by a loud noise. He dimly opened his eyes and found that there were lights flashing outside, accompanied by the noise of people making noises. He glanced at the time, only two o'clock in the morning, and it was early before dawn. Song Qingluo, who was beside him, was missing. Perhaps he was awakened earlier than him and had gone outside.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Banxia wore a coat and planned to see what was happening outside. When he walked to the door, he saw Song Qingluo pushing in.

"What's wrong?" Lin Banxia asked vaguely.

"It's okay. The village head and his relatives had a conflict and quarreled outside." Song Qingluo said, "We won't go out, they are not very good to see them."

Listening to the fierce quarrel, Lin Banxia hesitated and said: "The quarrel is so powerful, won't it happen?"

Song Qingluo said: "The village chief said nothing."

"Fine then." Lin Banxia lay back on the bed again.

He Huaian and Mu Xinsi, who were sleeping next to them, were also awakened by the quarrel. He Huaian was slower to wake up and was arguing about whether to go out to see, but the sound outside had stopped. He looked at Mu Xinsi, who was sleeping in the bed next door, and found that she was all curled up. He whispered: "Xiaosi, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mou Xinsi responded vaguely.

Upon hearing her voice, He Huaian settled down a lot and closed her eyes and slept again.

But Mu Xinsi couldn't sleep at all. She had been awake and half awake in the first half of the night, and finally squinted for a while, and she was completely sleepless by the noise. The body was already sleepy to the extreme, but the nerves were tightly stretched, and countless ridiculous pictures swelled in her mind, making her unable to sleep.

The harsh noise made her feel a violent mood deep in her heart. She forcibly buried her head in the bedding and wanted to resist the nasty voice.

I didn't know how long it was. The noise outside finally stopped, and the lights of the entire courtyard were dimmed, lurking in the deep night again.

Mou Xinsi closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

But before she fell asleep, her ears caught a strange sound ... Da Da ... Da Da, someone was tapping their door lightly. The voice was too low and too weak, reminding her of the coffin that was knocked during the day.

"Is there ... who is outside?" Mu Xinsi asked with a trembling voice.

no respond.

Da ... Da ... Da ... The sound continued, one after another, as if tapping on Mu Xinsi's already fragile nerve.

"Who the **** is it? Can't you make a prank!" Mou Xinsi could not bear the torture of this voice at last. She sat up from the bed with a swipe, biting her bloodless lips and walking to the door. The door of their room is the most common wooden door in the village. It is not very strong. There is even a gap where it connects with the door frame, and you can see the scenery outside the door. When I checked in yesterday, Mou Xinsi was still complaining about the leak in this door. Unexpectedly, today, this door gave her a sense of gratitude-at least, she could look through the door and look out.

After the noisy just now, the courtyard has returned to darkness and silence. Tonight there is no rain, but there is wind. The wind blew through Mou Xinsi's cheek through the door slit. She felt a little cold, so she gently hugged her chest with her hand. Her eyes, through the narrow door slit, barely saw the situation outside. No one was standing outside her door, but the voice clearly came from the door panel.

An unknown feeling made Mu Xinsi take her gaze back. A thin layer of white hair sweated on her skin. She didn't see anything, but she felt an indescribable fear, just like in the darkness. There is an unbearable answer waiting for her to be revealed. As long as you know, the ending will be madness.

The voice continued, but Mu Xinsi had no intention to investigate. She turned her face with a wooden face and slowly returned to the bed. She wrapped herself tightly in the bedding, her godless eyes, and stared silently at the wooden door that was still making sound.

Time was on her, as if it had solidified.

At that time, the looming percussion sounded like a sharp knife, slicing down Mu Xinsi's skin, splitting her skull, along the spine, and to the tail spine. She even had a weird illusion that the space around her began to twist and deform, and all the sounds she heard were separated by a thick film.

When will it be bright, will it still be bright? Mou Xinsi opened his eyes, waiting desperately.

He Huaian slept peacefully until dawn, his alarm clock sounded on time at 6:30 in the morning, and familiar music awakened him from his dream. He opened his eyes and yawned lazily, as usual, slowly crawling up from the bed.

However, when his eyes touched another bed in the room, he was taken aback by the person on the bed. He Huaian looked at him and found out that Mou Xinsi was sitting on the bed, wrapping her body in bedding, her face No expression, pale face, at first glance, like a doll made of plaster.

Mou Xinsi, who looked like this, jumped He Huaian's heart. He hesitated and said, "Xiao Si ... are you okay?"

Mou Xinsi listened to his voice and turned his head blankly to look at him.

He Huaian was slightly hairy by Mou Xinsi's eyes, he shivered: "Xiao Si, what's wrong with you?"

Mou Xinsi said: "Have you heard, what sound." Her voice did not fluctuate a little, making He Huaian feel a discomfort, he tentatively said, "What sound?"

"Someone is knocking on the door." Mou Xinsi said, "Someone is knocking on the door."

He Huai Anqiang said with a smile: "Is there ... is there?" He heard nothing.

"Yes, you listen." Mou Xinsi grinned and showed a creepy smile. She raised her finger and made a boo gesture, "You listen, knocked all night, still knocking ..."

He Huaian realized that something was wrong with Mou Xinsi. He quickly dressed and asked Mou Xinsi to go out with him to meet Song Qingluo, but Mou Xinsi refused to move. She shook her head and said stubbornly that something outside the door was still there. Now, still knocking on the door, she did not want to go out, she was afraid.

In desperation, He Huaian decided to go out and call Song Qingluo over. He walked to the door in a panic, opened the wooden door, and was about to take a step forward, but he suddenly stopped.

A pair of hanging feet appeared in front of He Huaian. He was slightly swaying in the morning wind. He raised his head and saw the face of the foot's master, which had become blue and dreadful, suspended from the hanging beam.

Someone is dead.

Just hanging on the cantilever outside the house, his foot was blown by the breeze, hitting the fragile board again and again-this is Mou Xinsi listening to the door knock all night. He Huaian was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the corpse in front of him, suddenly backed away a few steps, and fell directly to the ground. He looked blue, looked at the corpse at the door, and then looked at Mou Xinsi, who was staring at the expressionless face, feeling a coolness running down his back and into his mind.

"Look, look, he really knocked on the door." Mou Xinsi, who was silent, laughed loudly. She clapped her hands and said in a cheerful voice, "There is really someone outside the door, it's not that I'm hallucinating. I ’m not crazy !! "

He Huaian didn't speak for a while, he sat on the ground for a while, until he was all cold by the wind, he stumbled to stand up, whispered: "Xiao Si, you are waiting here ... ... my name is Song

Mr. them. "

Mou Xinsi didn't speak and continued to smile.

He Huaian ran out of the house in embarrassment, with a look of panic, and found Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia who had just got up. As soon as Lin Banxia got dressed, he saw He Huaian's disheveled clothes rushing in, full of terror, and said, "No, Mr. Song, something happened--"

Song Qingluo said, "What's wrong?"

"Someone hanged at our door!" He Huaian reluctantly calmed down. In fact, he had seen many dead people, but the thing that scared him most was not the hanged person, but Mu Xinsi's state, he Say, "Mou Xinsi's situation is also not right, I don't know what happened to her."

Song Qingluo said: "Look at the past."

The group returned to He Huaian's residence. The corpse was still hanging at their door. From time to time, it swayed gently with the wind. At first glance, it seemed that the person was still alive. As a long-term corpse collector, Lin Banxia knew that hanging was not a comfortable method of death. Usually, the hanged person would experience a very painful suffocation time for several minutes. The person's appearance in front of him is completely in line with the characteristics of hanged.

"Remove the body first." Song Qingluo said.

"Okay." He Huaian nodded.

"Mou Xinsi, are you okay?" Lin Banxia entered the house and saw that Mu Xinsi shrank on the bed and wrapped her body with thick bedding. She heard Lin Banxia's question and raised her eyes. Vaguely spit out a sentence: "It's okay."

Song Qingluo also entered the room. He saw Mou Xinsi's appearance without speaking. He slowly stretched his hand in front of Mou Xinsi. In his palm, there were black and white dice. The intention is already obvious.

"No, I don't want it!" Mu Xinsi, who had no spirits, saw the two dice, as if frightened, and retreated back suddenly, "Mr. Song, I'm not crazy-I don't need to test inspiration-"

Song Qingluo said softly: "Don't be afraid."

"I don't want to, I'm not crazy, I'm fine ..." Mou Xinsi burst into tears crying, saying that she would not roll the dice, as if Song Qingluo's hand was not a dice, but a weapon to kill.

Song Qingluo was silent for a moment and said, "You never want to die here."

Mou Xinsi sighed suddenly.

Song Qingluo said: "Come on."

Mou Xinsi stretched out his hand tremblingly, squeezed the two dice, and then tossed the two dice gently on the bed board in the cry of collapse. The dice spins and settles-black is 9, white is 8, 89 points.

Even though Lin Banxia was not very clear, he also knew that this value was very high, but Mu Xinsi laughed. She said: "Look, Mr. Song, I am not crazy, I am fine, I am not crazy. "

Song Qingluo withdrew the dice. The next sentence was to He Huaian: "You send her out of the village before noon today."

He Huaian said: "Is this ... so urgent?"

"Look at her current state." Song Qingluo said coldly, "Can you survive this evening?"

He Huaian couldn't refute it.

"Go, Pinellia, check the body with me." Song Qingluo ignored the two and called Lin Pinxia out of the house.

The two were at the door and did a simple examination of the body, but no matter how they looked, the person seemed to commit suicide without any trace of external intervention. Lin Banxia said, "Do you want to notify the village head? You should know it. "

Song Qingluo said: "I'll find him."

He went out and said that he was back soon, saying that the village head was not at home, and he might have gone out in the middle of the night yesterday, but he has not returned yet.

Lin Banxia said sadly: "What should I do now, just leave him here?"

"Let's go into the hall." Song Qingluo looked at his watch. "Have breakfast first, and let's talk about the rest."

So they calmly went to breakfast, and of course asked He Huaian and Mu Xinsi whether to eat before eating. The two apparently had no appetite. After learning that he was about to be sent away, Mou Xinsi calmed down, didn't laugh, didn't talk, so he shrank silently on the bed and didn't know what to think.

He Huaian was also a little hungry, but he was worried about Mou Xinsi, and he dared not let her alone, so he said he would eat later.

Breakfast is a simple compressed biscuit, accompanied by mineral water, there are not many things, they can only save food, Song Qingluo has a bad appetite, and stopped after only two bites. Lin Banxia was afraid that the remaining days would not be enough, and did not dare to eat more. He reluctantly fooled a few bites and asked Song Qingluo what to do after eating half full.

"Look at the creek." Song Qingluo said, "I went out yesterday afternoon and met the girl we saw in the funeral procession that day."

Lin Banxia said: "The one holding the head?"

"Huh." Song Qingluo said, "She told me the specific place where my colleague died before. I want to see it."

Lin Banxia said, "I'll be with you."

"Okay." Song Qingluo agreed.

Before the two went out, they went to see He Huaian and Mu Xinsi again. Compared with just now, Mu Xinsi was in a better state and began to try to get out of bed. He Huai'an sat next to him with his head down to make notes. If it wasn't for the corpse that just dropped the door, the atmosphere looked really harmonious.

"You go, pay attention to safety." He Huaian said, "I will send her away as the day gets brighter, but it looks like it will rain soon. Remember to bring rain gear."

"Okay." Song Qingluo said, "Do not rush back to send her back, safety first."

He Huaian nodded and watched the two go. At this time, the sky outside the window became gloomy again. It was already morning, but people could not feel the dawn. The roaring wind curled the blades against the unstable windows. He Huaian glanced at the quiet Mou Xinsi , Got up and closed the door.

Song Qingluo put on the raincoat in advance and went out with Lin Banxia.

On the way to Xiaoxi, Lin Banxia casually asked about the dice and said how to determine the value of the dice.

"As I said before, the dice refers to the degree of mental pollution, so 1-6 is an excellent mental state, and 96-100 is the risk of collapse. As long as the number 96 is exceeded, it means that the person ’s mental The collapse is not far away. In this state, it is very likely that all kinds of hallucinations will occur, and at the same time, excessive things will be done. "Song Qingluo casually explained," Moreover, there are other things that are being done to people. Affected, Mu Xinsi ’s state, if he stays here again, maybe his mental value will break through the dangerous value tonight. "

Lin Banxia yelled and asked, "Why don't I use dice?"

Song Qingluo calmly said: "Because I don't want your identity of intellectual disability to be exposed to others."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo: "Just kidding."

Lin Banxia twitched the corner of his mouth haha.

While speaking, the two had reached the stream and saw the stream in the mouth of the villagers. No, it was more like a river than a stream. The torrential water was running down towards the depths of the valley. This seems to be a mountain spring, flowing from deep mountains, but because of the recent abundant rain, the amount of water has increased greatly.

Song Qingluo walked to several bare stones and said, "Hao Yongnian was drowned here before."

Lin Banxia looked at it and said, "This water is not deep, how could it drown."

The two were talking, but footsteps were heard next to them. Song Qingluo winked at Lin Banxia, ​​and they hid in a tacit understanding in the woods beside them.

A moment later, a little girl with a shoulder pole appeared in the path in the forest. The girl was not very young and her body was very thin, but she picked up two huge jugs. She walked skillfully to the stream, slowly and reasonably. Fill two jugs with streams.

"Hey, it's her again." Lin Banxia whispered, "we are really destined."

"Yeah." Song Qingluo said.

"Are you going to say hello to her?" Lin Banxia asked.

Song Qingluo thought for a moment and nodded: "Exactly, I still have something to ask her."

As they said they got out of the bushes. The little girl was looking down to fetch water. Hearing the movement behind her, she turned around and saw the two big men. She was startled and almost didn't make a sound.

"Hello." Song Qingluo said softly, "I saw you yesterday afternoon."

The little girl stared intently: "Oh ... it's you." She saw Song Qingluo, her cheeks were half red, and she gently pushed her hair behind her ears. "How did you come to the stream."

Song Qingluo didn't answer the question and asked, "Isn't there a dead person here? Are you still fetching water here?"

"That's no way," said the little girl. "The village has only one source of water, and you can't drink the water here."

Song Qingluo said: "My name is Song Qingluo, this is my friend Lin Banxia, ​​what is your name?"

The little girl said, "I ... my name is Jiang Ruonan." She glanced at Lin Banxia. "You and your friends ... are you still going? This village really can't stay any longer."

Lin Banxia said: "Do you know anything?"

Jiang Ruonan did not say anything, but hesitated, he already gave Lin Banxia the answer. Seeing this situation, Lin Banxia was busy: "We are not malicious, we just want to help the village solve the problem, if you know what you can say, let us know, in case those little things can provide us with clues?"

Jiang Ruonan was still hesitant, Song Qingluo said softly: "Forget it, Pinellia, she didn't want to say, don't force her, she's just a little girl ..."

Lin Banxia was surprised for a moment, thinking that it was not Song Qingluo's indifferent style, but heard Jiang Ruonan's voice faintly open. She said, "I really ... saw something." She held her finger, her voice getting lower and lower, "I saw your companion with my own eyes and drowned in a stream."