【Kuan Xin】Snake and Venom

The next day, Wang Kuan and his party staggered out of Kaifeng City in a carriage.

Because Ya Nei woke up too early, he started to fall asleep again as soon as he got into the carriage, so did Xiao Jing, who slept very sweetly leaning against Zhao Jian, Xue Ying sat outside and drove the horse, Wang Kuan and Zhao Jian were awake There were not many words, and the carriage was very quiet along the way.

Wang Kuan stared down at the book in his hand, seemingly reading it very seriously, but only Wang Kuan knew that he couldn't read it at all, and his mind was on Yuan Zhongxin, who was still sleeping soundly when he went out.

Wang Kuan woke up early in the morning, because of Yuan Zhongxin's words yesterday, Wang Kuan couldn't sleep well all night. At the beginning of the sun, he was no longer sleepy. After breakfast, he went back to the dormitory to get his luggage. Seeing Yuan Zhongxin still asleep At first, Wang Kuan wanted to wake him up to tell him that he was leaving, but he didn't. He just walked to the edge of the bed lightly, and whispered to the sleeping person on the bed: "I'm leaving, Zhong Xin."

Then he pushed the door and left, but Yuan Zhongxin, who had closed his eyes tightly on the bed, suddenly opened them, his eyes were clear, where was there any sign of sound sleep?

But Yuan Zhongxin just opened his eyes, staring blankly at the wooden boards on the roof, his eyes were deep, and there was no other movement.

It wasn't until the birds sang and the screens let in light that Yuan Zhongxin realized that he was in a daze for nearly an hour. At this time, Wang Kuan and his carriage probably had already left Kaifeng and arrived at the suburban road.

Yuan Zhongxin propped himself up on the bed with his hands, and let himself get up slowly. Although his chest and abdomen still hurt from time to time, under the conditioning of Xiaojing's medicine, his physical activities have become much easier.

Yuan Zhongxin didn't waste too much time in the dormitory, he had a lot to say about the people he was going to meet today.

On the carriage, Wang Kuan and Zhao Jian held a volume of case files given by Lu Guannian and studied them carefully, which recorded in detail the family information of the missing persons and the situation of the missing persons in Qinghe Town.

Zhao Jian sighed in distress: "Why are all the missing persons concentrated in Qinghe Town? Mingming Qinghe Town is not near Kaifeng, and there are three post stations to go there. The procedures are complicated. What about the missing persons? Gather all the passing documents?"

Wang Kuan was also very puzzled: "The strangest thing is that these people are all said by their family members to have amnesia. It cannot be a coincidence that dozens of people have amnesia. Could it be poisoning?"

"Did they lose their memory before they came to Qinghe Town, or did they lose their memory after they went to Qinghe Town?" Zhao Jian frowned, and couldn't find any more valuable clues from the rigorous case file.

Wang Kuan rubbed his eyebrows: "We haven't visited the site yet, so what we say is all our guesswork. Let's make a conclusion after we go to Qinghe Town."

Along the way, because of the official documents prepared by Lu Guannian in advance, it didn't take too much time to pass the first two stations. Wang Kuan, Xue Ying and Zhao Jian took turns to drive the car. After a day and a half, they arrived at At the post station closest to Qinghe Town, Wang Kuan and his team saw that it was getting late. If they continued to drive horses into the village now, they would have to walk the mountain road in the dark in a short time. To be safe, they decided to stay in a small village for one night and return tomorrow. Continue to Qinghe Town.

A small village is really a small village, with more than a dozen households here and there, two or three small shops for eating, and there are no other buildings, not even a decent inn.

Wang Kuan called the head of the village and explained their purpose. Hearing this, the head quickly introduced them to his home. The house of the head of the village was not spacious, but he moved around to make room for two rooms. One small, adjacent to the left and right, there is no doubt that three boys live in the big one, and two girls live in the small one.

The village chief was afraid that he hadn't seen outsiders for a long time, so he greeted Wang Kuan and the others with great enthusiasm.

While serving the cooked meals, the village head asked in a casual manner, "Where are the young masters and ladies going this time?" Wang Kuan only said that they were going out for work, but did not mention Qinghe Town.

The five tacitly kept silent about Qinghe Town, and could only vaguely express that this was a government secret and could not be casually told to others.

The village chief smiled, but he didn't take Wang Kuan's reaction to heart. He turned his head and urged the old woman in the kitchen to quickly bring out the hot soup, and then lowered his voice: "Actually, if you don't say anything, I guess that everyone Where are you going?"

Everyone's hearts froze, and the kind smiles on their faces gradually faded away.

However, the village head seemed not to notice their hostility and guard, and filled them with bowl after bowl of white rice, talking to himself: "Is the place you are going to called Qinghe Town?"

Zhao Jian frowned slightly: "How do you know?"

The village chief waved his hand holding the rice shovel: "Oh, don't mention it, a few days ago, no, it was quite a while ago, there were rumors of ghosts in that town, they were afraid, and no one dared to come to Qinghe again The town is near——I see that some young masters and young ladies said that they are out to do business, and the direction to go should be Qinghe Town, right?"

However, when the village chief said the word "haunted", everyone's actions stopped immediately. Why is this different from what Lu Guannian said?

Wang Kuan asked: "What happened to the ghost you mentioned?"

The village chief didn't mind telling them about it, and moved a small wooden chair to sit at the dining table: "The original Qinghe Town had a bad harvest due to the storm and disaster in the past few years. In order to pay taxes, the people in Qinghe Town went out to find After leaving the job, the old man was left at home to watch over, and the year before last, all the young and strong people in the town left.”

Wei Yanei swallowed his saliva: "Then what about haunted ghosts?"

"I have an old acquaintance in Qinghe Town. His son went out to work two years ago and never came back. However, about half a month ago, his son came back suddenly."

Xiao Jing looked puzzled: "Isn't it a good thing that my son is back?"

The village head: "The trouble is about his son's return. His son came back suddenly overnight! My old acquaintance is used to getting up at night. As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, he saw a big living person walking quietly. Sitting in the hall without lighting, almost scared him to death."

Both Wei Yanei and Xiao Jing gasped. Thinking of the scene that the village chief said, they felt chills all over their bodies.

Zhao Jian folded his arms and thought: "However, his son came home suddenly, maybe it was because his son didn't have time to write a letter to inform him, or this trip home was a temporary idea - in any case, this does not mean that Qinghe Town Haunted."

The village head looked at the crowd, hesitant to speak.

Wang Kuan immediately said: "Village chief, just say it, maybe the information you provide will be of great help to us in doing things."

The village chief looked troubled and hesitated for a long time. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "The sudden return of my old acquaintance's son really doesn't mean anything...but that night, the people who returned to Qinghe Town said nothing at all. There are dozens of people."

Wang Kuan and the others remained silent, and dozens of people appeared overnight. These words corresponded to the information provided by Lu Guannian.

"And, my old acquaintance said, the one who came back was not his son at all! After getting along for a few days, he had a feeling..."

Zhao Jian asked: "How does it feel?"

Next, the words of the village chief condensed the air in an instant.

The village chief pursed his lips, his expression became inexplicably terrified, and his voice was difficult: "He said, he always felt that these people who came back were not like living people at all..."

Not like the living, that is to say, like the dead.

Zhao Jian and the others all stared wide-eyed. It was clearly the hottest summer in July, but they only felt a gloomy cold coming from their surroundings, wrapping them into a three-foot-frozen cellar.

Wang Kuan frowned and pondered: "Village chief, how did you know these things?"

"He came out and told me."

Wang Kuan narrowed his eyes and noticed his words: "Run?"

The village chief nodded firmly: "Yes, he just ran out, his expression was very flustered, his lips were blue and his face was pale. You can say that he is fleeing from disaster!"

Xue Ying: "What about others?"

The village chief's eyes were full of panic at this moment, his body trembled uncontrollably, his face was pale: "Dead."

Everyone exclaimed: "What?!"

The village head nodded with difficulty.

Wei Yanei: "Did you see it?"

The village chief nodded tremblingly, but shook his head immediately: "He was taken back by his "son" the day he ran out, because I still believed what he said, so I thought about going to Qinghe Town to see him in two days. Not long after the town, I saw his "son", probably because I was blocked by the bushes, he didn't see me, he was carrying a burden with another person, and the burden was covered with a white cloth. At first I didn't know it was What, but then, I saw..."

"I saw a hand falling out of the burden. It was pale and pale. It was the hand of an old acquaintance of mine. The little finger and ring finger of his left hand were chopped off because he offended the powerful and powerful in the early years. I must be right!"

"Then, I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I ran out." Recalling the day when he entered the town, the village head still had lingering fears in his heart. If he hadn't run fast, he might have died.

Wei Yanei tremblingly said: "Well, then what?"

The village head was very worried, and sighed: "Since then, no one has come out of that town, and no one has dared to go in again. The village seems to be isolated from the world."

Zhao Jian realized something was wrong: "The old people who lived there..."

"There should be no escape from bad luck." Wang Kuan frowned, feeling that the situation was not as simple as he imagined.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking, and they were so sad. If what Wang Kuan guessed was true, those aborigines were all killed. There were dozens of households in Qinghe Town. Thirty or so—this is not an ordinary disappearance case at all, but a cruel and heinous massacre case!