Rural Friends Circle

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When the car reached the mass graves, Tang Feng looked over and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He originally thought that there were just a few tombs here, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a large area connected to the city. It looked like densely packed small tombs, covered with snow. There could be hundreds of them far and near.

When Lan Xiner saw this, she couldn't help but gasped: "Why are there so many dead people? Look at this place, the village can't be very big, right? How can there be such a big mass grave?" Her invisibility charm time It was already over. When she opened the door and got out of the car, she was startled when she saw her shadow on the ground.

Tang Feng didn't know much about Zhujia Village and could only say vaguely: "It's about the same as other villages, but it's a pity that such a large cemetery occupies the land. Judging from the appearance of these tombs and tombstones, they are not of the same age. Some are short, and some are estimated to be hundreds or even hundreds of years old.”

"Well, you also discovered it? The graves here seem to be relatively old, and there are no graves at all." Blue Rose opened the car door, walked towards the cemetery, looked at the tombstones, and then nodded: "Look The dates on the tombstones are very old. Some of them can’t be seen clearly, and some have no tombstones at all.”

In fact, most of them have no tombstones. Tang Feng knew that some tombstones in the countryside were all made of wood. They were exposed to wind and rain and gradually decayed over time. Some people visit graves based on their memories, which are passed down from generation to generation, telling future generations where their ancestral graves are. In this way, it is easy to misremember. In their village, there was a joke about visiting someone else's grave for several years, only to end up visiting someone else's grave.

Lan Xiner summoned the two butterflies again. This time, the guide butterflies flew around the graves, sometimes stopping for a moment as if observing something.

On such a cold winter day, a piece of white snow covers the ground, but a butterfly is flying gracefully. The sun was still bright at this time, shining on the butterfly's wings as if it could emit light. This situation made Tang Feng feel very unreal.

Moreover, the butterfly was still flying in the cemetery, which gave Tang Feng a very strange feeling in his heart.

The pilot butterfly flew for a while, then suddenly stopped on a grave mound and kept circling, as if it had discovered something.

Lan Xiner immediately said: "The grave has been disturbed. Just two days ago, the grave was dug up and even the coffin was opened."

"Digging graves? Robbing tombs? Stealing corpses?" Tang Feng immediately thought of these possibilities in his mind, "Although these tombs are relatively old, they all look like the tombs of poor people. Who would rob their tombs?" ? I’m afraid there’s nothing valuable inside except the rotten bones!”

Blue Rose frowned slightly: "Go over and have a look." Then, she strode towards the tomb.

Tang Feng and Lan Xiner naturally followed him immediately. When they got closer, they could see that the soil on the tomb was newly turned over. Although there was still snow covering it, it was obviously not snowing. The snow falls naturally, but after turning over the soil, the surrounding snow is spread over to create a cover-up illusion, pretending that it has not been moved.

If you were far away, you wouldn't be able to see this at all, but the three people were already standing next to them, so of course it was clear at a glance. There must be something wrong with such a cover-up!

Lan Xiner squatted down, touched the soil with her fingers, raised her head again, looked at Tang Feng and Lan Meigui and said, "Someone dug out the coffin, opened it, and then buried it back. It's strange, this person didn't The remains inside the coffin were touched, but nothing was taken away. So what was his purpose? Was he trying to dig another grave by mistake, and then he discovered something was wrong after opening it? "

"Are there any other graves that have been touched here?" Blue Rose asked.

Lan Xiner stood up and made a gesture to the guide butterfly. It immediately flew out, flew farther away, circled in a wide range, and finally flew back again. Lan Xiner shook her head and said, "No more, only this one has been excavated."

"That doesn't make sense." Tang Feng looked around, "If the dig is really wrong, then he will definitely dig other ones. This person has done this with great force, which means he must be convinced that there is something inside. If you don’t find it, you must look for something else. If you feel it’s wrong, bury it and leave.”

Lan Xiner continued to communicate with the two butterflies, with a puzzled look on her face: "You are right, I also think this person must have done such a thing under extremely certain circumstances. Because This person is that woman.”

"In this way, we can connect the two. The woman came here that night, dug up the grave, and buried it. Perhaps when she left, she met those people sitting in the taxi. But what is her purpose? Those people said that she -" When Tang Feng said this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and he knelt down and picked up the tombstone that had fallen on the ground. He was helped up.

Blue Rose immediately thought of this, and regardless of the dirt, she stretched out her hand to wipe the soil on the tombstone.

This tombstone was carved from stone and was very old. The words engraved on it were already blurry and unclear, but both of them touched the marks on it with their hands and tried very hard to identify it.

"Is this my father?" Tang Feng pointed at the words on it with his finger, "It seems to be called Song something Bang, born on the ninth day of the ninth month of the year Gui something, died on the ninth day of the ninth month of the year Ren something..." He looked all the way down and found that there were not many words that could be seen clearly, so he could only guess randomly.

"It's not Song, it's Zhu! Zhu Zhenbang, born on the ninth day of the ninth month of the year Guisi, and died on the twelfth day of the third month of the year Renshen." There was a chill in Lan Meigui's voice. When she said this, she had already looked at Tang Feng, and her face and eyes were equally ugly.

At this moment, Tang Feng also felt cold all over. The surname Zhu, born on the ninth day of the ninth month, these keywords immediately appeared in his mind in large and bold. He just felt his head swollen, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

"The year of Guisi, that is..." Lan Xiner counted on her fingers, "Looking at the age of the tombstone, it should be more than 200 years, so the year of Guisi is probably 1833, and the year of Renshen is 1872. Zhu Zhenbang only lived to be 40 years old, which is quite short-lived."