Chapter 129: A Series of Lies

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1938?

Zhou Ze looked at the little girl, then at Xu Qinglang, and said:

"Did the devil enter Tongcheng in 1938?"

Xu Qinglang thought for a while and said: "It seems that they entered Tongcheng in March of 1938."

In this case, the so-called Sanxiang Village is likely to be a tragedy of the times. This village should have been razed when the devil entered Tongcheng. The whole village, including the little girl, was basically not spared. It was the grandmother of the poster who was lucky enough to escape.

To this day, there is no way to search for other news about Sanxiang Village, and there is no official record.

This is not the official negligence, but in that era, there were countless similar tragedies, and under the turbulent situation for years, in fact, many people who died tragically were forgotten.

"In other words, the entire village that died during the Anti-Japanese War did not enter reincarnation?"

Zhou Ze frowned,

80 years, more than a half century, the souls of this entire village are still lingering in the same place?

"I'm not sure, but looking at this little girl, it should be like this. Let's do this. I'll go to the city library to check the local chronicles and see where Sanxiang Village is located, or consult relevant people."

Xu Qinglang stood up, took his car keys and went out directly.

He was very active in this matter. What was different from Zhou Ze was that Zhou Ze was also motivated by performance, while he just wanted to do something from the bottom of his heart.

After all, they are all fellow villagers.

Zhou Ze sat down on the chair next to him and pointed at the Taoist priest: "Look at her."

The Taoist priest nodded and looked at the little girl with the little monkey.

The little girl was a little confused and didn't know what happened. She just stood there instinctively and didn't dare to move much.

The little monkey stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the girl's soul, but was slapped down by the Taoist priest and scolded:

"What are you touching? She is older than me."

If the little girl hadn't died, she would be ten years old now.

But she was still so innocent and naive, completely retaining her mind before death. This was the most curious thing for Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze guessed that there might be something wrong with the village, causing the souls of the entire village to be unable to come out. Everyone was trapped there together, not knowing the cold and heat, not asking about autumn and winter.

However, the specific situation still had to wait until Xu Qinglang found out the exact news before he could verify it.

Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and swiped it casually. He rarely used WeChat, QQ and other things, because they were all Xu Le’s previous social networks. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, his previous number could not be found, and it was difficult to appeal.

After swiping his circle of friends, Zhou Ze unexpectedly saw that Bai Yingying actually shared a "On the Bed Skills of Men in the Army!"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

This female corpse seemed to be running further and further away on the road of the two girls.

It seems that he has to find a time to have a good talk with her. It’s better not to touch this kind of thing, it’s taboo.

At this time, Bai Yingying finished her work and was eating chicken in the room upstairs, not downstairs.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked up the stairs, clicking on the shared link as he walked.

Well,

To educate the two girls, we must prescribe the right medicine for the right disease. Knowing ourselves and the enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

After clicking in,

there were a bunch of white and green pictures,

and then,

it turned out to be a quilt-folding competition in a certain factory. The top three winners were all former soldiers.

What a damned clickbait.

Zhou Ze put down his phone and opened the bedroom door.

"Seaweed, seaweed, swaying with the waves;

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves!"

Bai Yingying lay on the bed with her bare white feet, swinging back and forth constantly, holding her phone in her hand and scrolling through videos, laughing like a pig while scrolling.

She didn't even notice Zhou Ze coming over.

Then, Zhou Ze sat down beside her bed.

"Hahahaha..."

Bai Yingying turned over while laughing, and then she fell directly on Zhou Ze's legs.

Then,

The straight eyelashes trembled, the seductive red lips slightly closed and opened, and the delicate skin was slightly flushed.

The atmosphere,

At this moment, fell into the gracefulness.

However, Zhou Ze lived up to the title of the little fresh destroyer and said directly:

"I have told you many times that you are not allowed to go to bed without washing your feet and taking a bath after getting up."

As he said, Zhou Ze looked at the pair of slender and infinitely imaginative jade feet exposed outside and frowned:

"Dirty."

Bai Yingying immediately got out of bed and put on slippers, crossed her hands under her body, lowered her head to Zhou Ze, and got ready to be scolded.

She was familiar with this posture.

"Wash the sheets."

Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, boss."

Bai Yingying packed the sheets and went downstairs, while Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer, opened the webpage, and began to search for things about Sanxiang Village again.

Xu Qinglang had searched on his mobile phone before, so there might be some omissions.

Unfortunately,

there is no other information about that village, at least on the Internet, except for that discussion post.

Zhou Ze also clicked on the post that Xu Qinglang read before. The post was posted in the Tongcheng local forum and the date was 2009.

First, I read the two replies about the grandmother being from Sanxiang Village, but I didn't find anything. Then, Zhou Ze chose to look back at the topic. There were actually two people in the thread.

One was of course the person who replied, but he had already said everything he should say, and the other was the poster who asked the question.

Since Sanxiang Village has been forgotten by people, and it doesn't even exist in the records, but only in the stories told by the grandmother, then why did the poster suddenly mention this place name and ask questions?

Zhou Ze clicked on the poster's avatar and found that the poster had not posted since 2009. Zhou Ze copied the poster's ID.

The ID is "Three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu 19800201"

The front part is very familiar, and Zhou Ze analyzed that the string of numbers at the end might be the other party's birthday.

Then, Zhou Ze searched for this ID again and found that there was indeed a post. This post was posted in the Penglai Ghost Talk section of the Cape Forum.

The original poster is still "Sleeping on straw and tasting gall, three thousand Yue soldiers can swallow Wu 19800201", and the posting time is still 2009.

This post is not very popular, and there are not many replies.

Of course, the ID number at the end is also the same, which means that the person who posted in the Tongcheng local forum to ask about Sanxiang Village is the same person who posted the story in the Haijiao forum.

Zhou Ze read on, this is a story.

The original poster started with:

"This is something I experienced personally. Although it is very strange and absurd, I believe it is not a dream, nor is it a hallucination. This is my true story."

A very clichéd ghost story opening,

which was very popular in the ghost story routine ten years ago, and the beginning emphasized it in a way that made it more obvious.

Zhou Ze continued to look down:

"In March this year, I drove home from the Guanyinshan Town Power Supply Station. Well, I worked at the power supply station, but my home was next to Xingdong Airport.

On the way home, I passed Xingren Town and got off the elevated road first, because I was going to pick up the clothes I had put there for dry cleaning when I went to work that morning.

The dry cleaner was on Xingren Town Street, just opposite Xingren Primary School.

It was evening when I drove over, and there were fewer people on the street, but when I stopped the car in front of the dry cleaner and opened the door to get out, my foot twisted and I fell directly.

At first I just thought I was really unlucky today, but this was actually just the beginning, because after I fell to the ground, I suddenly found that the streets and tall buildings around me were gone, and there was no road under me but a muddy ridge. Opposite was not a dry cleaner, but a row of mud houses.

I was stunned, turned around to look at my car, and found that my car had turned into a pile of straw.

I was really scared at the time. I didn't know what happened. I sat on the ground for a quarter of an hour, thinking it was a dream and hoping to wake up quickly.

But I didn't wake up, and then I saw an old man in front of me leading a little girl towards me. The old man was carrying a hoe on his shoulders, and the little girl was playing with a candy man in her hand.

They were getting closer and closer to me, and they were talking, and they were speaking Tongcheng dialect.

I immediately asked them, where is this?

They also looked at me curiously, and the old man replied that this is "Sanxiang Village".

Where is Sanxiang Village?

I haven't heard of it.

Then I stood up immediately Come, ask them how I can get out?

The old man probably thought I was mentally ill and had a problem with my brain, so he quickly took his granddaughter away.

I had no choice but to walk into the village alone. At that time, I even thought that I was drugged and trafficked to some deep mountain forest, but I also felt it was ridiculous. I am a grown man, why would they traffic me?

I can't have children.

Every household had their doors closed. Occasionally, a few houses had lights on and there were shadows inside. I didn't dare to knock on the door to go in, but just walked past the doors carefully.

I heard people in many houses chatting and talking, and they were all hungry.

The wife was hungry to her husband,

the children were hungry to their parents,

the elderly parents were hungry to their sons and daughters-in-law,

the people in this village were all hungry.

They were in the house at night, just They kept talking about "I'm so hungry".

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became.

I had a feeling that since they were so hungry, would they all come out and cook and eat me?

I started running,

running very fast.

I instinctively sensed the danger.

I wanted to get out of here before they came out to catch me. No matter where I ran to, I wanted to be as far away from this damn village as possible.

I didn't know how long I ran.

In the end,

I forgot about it...

When I woke up the next day,

I found that I was sitting in the driver's seat of the car and had slept all night.

But this was definitely not a dream. Dreams can't be so real!

And my clothes and trousers were all covered in mud.

There were a few straw scraps on my neck and hair.

Sanxiang Village,

there must be this place,

there must be!"

The poster also posted a photo of himself at the time, with mud and straw scraps on his clothes.

But the replies below clearly showed that he didn't believe it, saying:

"This ghost story is too ridiculous. ”

“The production cost is also very low. Just make a piece of clothing dirty and take a photo to play a game of picture telling?”

"You only have one picture at the beginning, and the rest is all made up. You are so careless."

"You had a cell phone with you at the time, why didn't you take a video or a photo?"

Zhou Ze continued to scroll down.

Fortunately, there were not many replies, because this ghost story was not fresh or exciting.

But below, Zhou Ze saw a reply from the OP:

"Wait, I will definitely find a way to go there again, and this time I will come back with evidence to prove that I am not making up a story."

The next reply was from 2010, which is 1 year later.

"It's been a year, where is your fucking story, OP? Haven't you made it up yet? I have always kept it in my favorites."

Then there was a reply from 2011:

"Two years have passed, did you go there again?"

"The last reply was from 2012:

"Everyone, go away, the OP is dead."

Zhou Ze looked at it and was stunned for a moment.

A sentence suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Liu Ziji of Nanyang is a noble man. Hearing about it, he was happy to go there. Unsuccessful, he died of illness, and no one cared about him since then. ”

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