One Hundred and Twenty Ninth Chapter Nonsense

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1938?

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

"The devil entered Tongcheng in 1938, right?"

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

That being the case, the so-called three villages are probably a tragedy of an era. This village should have been flattened when the devils entered Tongcheng. The whole village, including this little girl, was basically spared, that is, the person who posted it. Grandma was lucky and escaped unharmed.

To this day, there is no way to even search for other news about the three villages, and there is no official record.

This is not an official slack, but in that era, there were countless similar tragedies, and the situation was turbulent 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,

It's been eighty years, more than sixty years, and the ghosts of this entire village are still staying in place?

"I don't know, but looking at this little girl, it should be like this. How about it, I will go to the city library to look up the local chronicles to find out where the three villages are, or consult the relevant people."

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

In this matter, he is very active. The difference between his activeness and Zhou Ze's is that Zhou Ze also has performance reasons in it, while he just wants to do something from the bottom of his heart.

After all, they are all parents.

Zhou Ze sat down on the chair next to him, pointed at the old man and said, "Look at her."

The old man nodded, and looked at the little girl together with the little monkey.

The little girl was a little confused, she 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 wanting to touch the girl's soul, but the old man directly photographed it, and scolded:

"What do you touch, people's age is bigger than their foreheads."

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

But she is still so innocent and completely retains her mind before death. This is what Zhou Ze is most curious about. Zhou Ze guessed that there might be some problems in that village, which made the whole village unable to do anything about it. Come out, everyone is trapped there together, not knowing the cold and heat, not asking about autumn and winter.

However, the specific situation can only be verified after Xu Qinglang finds out the exact information.

Zhou Ze took out his phone and swiped casually. He seldom uses WeChat or QQ because it contains Xu Le's previous social network. It is also difficult to appeal.

After swiping through Moments, Zhou Ze accidentally saw Bai Yingying share a "On bed skills of men in the army!"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment,

The female corpse seemed to be running farther and farther on the path of the second girl.

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

At this time, Bai Yingying was eating chicken in the upstairs room after finishing the work at hand, and she was not downstairs.

Zhou Ze also got up, walked up the stairs, and clicked in the sharing link as he walked.

Um,

To educate secondary school girls, you must prescribe the right medicine, know yourself and your enemy, and win a hundred battles.

After clicking in,

It's a bunch of white and green pictures,

Then,

It turned out to be a quilt-making competition in a certain factory, and the top three winners were all masters who had served in the army before.

Evil headline party ah.

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

"Seaweed, seaweed, tossed by the waves;

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

Bai Yingying was lying on the bed with bare white feet, her feet were dangling back and forth non-stop, she was watching the video with her mobile phone in her hand, laughing like a pig while doing so.

She didn't even notice when Zhou Ze walked over.

Then, Zhou Ze sat down beside her bed.

"Ha ha ha ha…………"

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

immediately,

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

atmosphere,

At this time fell into grace.

However, Zhou Ze did not lose the title of Destroyer of Xiaoqingxin, and said directly:

"I've told you many times that you are not allowed to go to bed without washing your feet after getting up."

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

"dirty."

Bai Yingying immediately got out of bed and put on her slippers, folded her hands under her body, lowered her head towards Zhou Ze, and assumed a posture of being scolded.

She is familiar with this posture.

"Launder the sheets."

Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, boss."

Bai Yingying tidied up the sheets and went down, while Zhou Ze sat in front of the computer, opened the webpage, and began to search for things about Sancun Village again.

Xu Qinglang searched on his mobile phone before, but

There may be some omissions.

Unfortunately,

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

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

First, I read through the two replies that the grandma was from Sancun, but found nothing. After that, Zhou Ze chose to look back at the topic. In this post, there are actually two insiders.

One is of course the person who replied, but the person who replied has already said everything he should say, and the other is the host who asked the question.

Since the three villages have been forgotten by people, and they don’t even exist in the records, they only exist in the old stories told by grandma, so why did the host suddenly mention this place name and ask questions?

Zhou Ze clicked on the poster's avatar and found that the poster hadn't posted anything since 2009. Zhou Ze copied the poster's id.

The id is called "Three Thousands of Violent Armors Can Swallow Wu 19800201"

The front is very familiar, but the string of numbers behind Zhou Ze analyzed that it may be the other party's birthday.

Then, Zhou Ze searched the id again, and found that there was indeed a post. This post was posted in the Penglai nonsense section of the Haijiao Forum.

The poster is still "Three Thousands of Violence and Taste of Bravery, Yue Jia Ke Tun 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 behind is also the same, which means that the person who posted a question about the three villages in the Tongcheng local forum is also the person who posted the story in the Haijiao forum.

Zhou Ze looked down, this is a story.

The landlord began by saying:

"This is something I experienced personally. Although it is bizarre and absurd, I believe it is not a dream or hallucination. This is my true story."

A clichéd opening to a ghost story,

It was very popular in the ghost story routine ten years ago, and I want to emphasize it at the beginning.

Zhou Ze continued to look down:

"In March this year, I drove home from the Guanyinshan Town Power Supply Station. Well, I work at the Power Supply Station, but my family lives next to Xingdong Airport.

I passed by Xingren Town on my way home, and got down from the elevated road there first, because that day I was going to pick up the clothes I put there for dry cleaning when I went to work in the morning.

The dry cleaning shop opened on the street of Xingren Township, just across from Xingren Primary School.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when I drove there, and there were fewer people on the street, but when I stopped the car at the door of the dry cleaner and opened the door to walk out, I sprained my foot and fell directly.

At first I just felt that today was really unlucky, but this was actually just the beginning, because when I fell to the ground, I suddenly found that the streets and tall buildings around me disappeared, and there was no road under me but a muddy field ridge , the opposite is not a dry cleaner, but a row of mud houses.

I froze, looked back at my car, and found that my car had turned into a straw pile.

It really terrified me at the time, I didn't know what was going on, I sat on the ground for a quarter of an hour, I kept thinking it was a dream, and I wanted to wake up quickly.

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

They are getting closer and closer to me, and they are also talking, and they speak the dialect of the city.

I immediately asked them, where is this place?

They also looked at me curiously, and the old man replied that this is the 'Three Villages'.

Where is the three villages?

I have never heard of it.

Then I immediately stood up and asked them how do I get out?

The old man probably thought that I was mentally ill and had brain problems, so he hurriedly took his granddaughter away.

No way, I walked into the village alone. I even thought that I was drugged and trafficked to some deep mountain and old forest, but I thought it was ridiculous. I am a big man, why would I be trafficked?

I can't have children again.

The doors of every house are closed, and occasionally there are people inside with lights on. I didn't dare to knock on the door to enter, but walked carefully in front of each door.

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

The wife yells to her husband that she is hungry,

The child yells to his parents that he is hungry,

Elderly parents yell at their sons and daughters-in-law that they are hungry,

The people in this village are very hungry.

When they were in the house at night, they kept chatting about "very hungry, very hungry".

The more I wandered, the more flustered I became.

I have a feeling, since they are so hungry, will they run out together later and cook me up?

I started running,

run fast,

I instinctively sensed the danger,

I want to run out of here before they come out to catch me, no matter where I go, I want to stay as far away from this damn village as possible.

I don't know how long I've been running,

in the end,

i just forgot...

And when you wake up the next day,

I found myself in the driver's seat of the car, having slept through the night.

But this is definitely not a dream, dreams cannot be so real!

And my clothes and trousers are all muddy,

I still have a few straw clippings in my neck and in my hair.

Three Villages,

There must be this place,

there must be! "

The host also posted a photo of himself at that time, the clothes were muddy including grass clippings.

But the reply from the following people clearly did not believe it, saying:

"This ghost story is so nonsense."

"The production cost is also very low. If you take a photo of a piece of clothing dirty, just play with the picture and talk?"

"There is only one picture at the beginning, and the rest depends on editing, landlord, don't let your mind wander."

"Lord, didn't you have a mobile phone on you at the time, why didn't you take a video or take a picture?"

Zhou Ze continued to scroll down,

Fortunately, there are not many replies, because this ghost story is really not new, nor exciting.

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

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

The next reply is 10 years old, that is, 1 year later.

"It's been a year, landlord, where's your fucking story, haven't you compiled it yet? I've kept it in my favorites."

Then there was a reply in 11 years:

"Two years have passed, has the landlord gone again?"

"The last reply was 12 years old:

"Let's leave, everyone, the host is already cold."

Zhou Ze looked at it, and was taken aback for a moment,

A passage suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Liu Ziji of Nanyang, a noble scholar, heard about it, and went there happily. He failed, and he died after searching for illness, and then there was no one who cared about him."

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