Watanabe

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat.

Song Zhuo didn't want to leave Bishui City to go to a remote village to suffer, but the boss said that he had to go too.

What's more, that place is actually called Taoyuan Village.

Taoyuan village, Taoyuan village, is there any relationship between the difference of one word?

Song Zhuo has always adhered to the life principle that "one thing more is worse than one thing less". He didn't care much about the so-called past and present lives, but what the reincarnated baby said in the hospital that day made him worry about it all the time.

"Do you really want to know how you destroyed a village in your previous life?"

Song Zhuo thought, he was really interested!

This time, there were more than a dozen people from Bishui University's inspection team to Taoyuan Village.

Song Zhuo represented the School of Psychology, and he was accompanied by two graduate students, a male and a female, and a 27-year-old male Ph.D.

The four of them set off from Bishui City together and flew to Lujiang City where Taoyuan Village belongs.

The boy among the graduate students is called Wang Cheng, and his family lives in Lujiang City.After Song Zhuo and his party arrived in Lujiang City, Wang Cheng helped them rent an off-road vehicle and drove all the way to Wen County, which is a subsidiary of Lujiang City.

Taoyuan Village is remote, and Uncle Gong, the guide contacted by the college, was waiting for them at Wenxian Station.

After the four of Song Zhuo arrived, Uncle Gong took them into a small restaurant, intending to have dinner here before leaving.

Chu Sheng's team set off a few days earlier than them because they had an academic conference in Lujiang City, and they were already waiting at the hotel.

Song Zhuo met Chu Sheng at school before. When he walked into the restaurant, he saw Chu Sheng and seven or eight students sitting at a table eating. Although Song Zhuo didn't like to socialize, but Chu Sheng was a senior, he naturally To take the initiative to say hello.

"Mr. Chu, hello! Do you remember me? We met at school before. I am Song Zhuo from the School of Psychology. This time I will go to Taoyuan Village with you."

Song Zhuo smiled humbly, and stretched out his hand to Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng is young and promising, but at the age of 35, he is already a doctoral supervisor of genetic diseases at Bishui University.Chu Sheng is not only excellent in ability, but also in appearance.He is also not like the simple and dignified old pedants always wear, wearing fashionable suits, stylish and casual.

The genetics class of Bishui University is often full of little girls, which is why.

Perhaps for convenience, Chu Sheng was wearing sportswear today, and he looked like he was the same age as those classmates.

He was chatting and laughing with his classmates, but when he heard Song Zhuo's words, his face darkened, "I don't know what the leaders think, why do you want your School of Psychology to join in the fun?"

By the way, this teacher Chu is good everywhere, but his personality is not very good.

Song Zhuo withdrew his neglected hand and smiled. "I don't know either. If Teacher Chu finds out a result, you can tell me about it."

Chu Sheng's calm face twitched almost imperceptibly, and he ignored him.

Song Zhuo didn't know how to put a hot face on other people's cold buttocks, so he led the three students to sit at other tables.

The restaurant put a few dishes on Song Zhuo's table, and when they were about to move their chopsticks, they saw Uncle Gong bring in two more people.

The one at the front was a middle-aged man in a suit. He strode over and sat next to Song Zhuo without treating himself as an outsider. He grabbed Song Zhuo's unused chopsticks and ate them. "After running around all day, I finally got something to eat, Zhuo Zhuo, hurry up and pour a glass of water for Second Uncle."

In the face of Zhang Jiongjiong watching the crowd, Uncle Gong introduced calmly, "These two are scholars from the Folklore Society, and they are also going to Taoyuan Village. They are all traveling together, so they are just a companion. There must be no one. Question!"

"Of course it's okay." Song Ke patted Song Zhuo's shoulder while stuffing himself with food, "This, this is this, he is my biological nephew. That," he pointed to another table Chu Sheng on the phone, "That's my brother Chu. We are all acquaintances, so it's no problem to be a companion."

After finishing speaking, Song Ke said to Yue Mingjiao who entered the restaurant after him and sat next to him, "Xiao Yue, hurry up and eat, you may not be able to eat enough when you get to that ghost village."

Song Ke's arrival was discussed with Song Zhuo, but Song Zhuo was completely unaware of Song Ke's acquaintance with Chu Sheng.

A quack Taoist priest and a young scholar seem to be incompatible. How did these two people know each other?

Song Zhuo was puzzled, and glanced at Chu Sheng, but just in time to see Chu Sheng beckoning in the direction of Song Ke and Yue Mingjiao.

Because it was a field trip, most of the students were boys. When they saw Song Ke, some were curious, some were dissatisfied, but when they saw Yue Mingjiao, who was dressed in Hanfu, as beautiful as an ancient painting, they all became star-eyed. Immediately accepted the arrangement to travel with two strangers.

Thus, the three groups of people reached a consensus in this way, and after dinner, a dozen of them headed to Taoyuan Village together.

After eating, we set off from Wenxian County and drove for three hours. From the wide asphalt road to the muddy and bumpy field trails, and even waded through several small rivers, the four cars that followed us finally arrived. Where cars can't go.

There are two steep mountains of more than 20 meters on the left and right, with only a gap that one person can pass through.

Uncle Gong got off the car of Song Ke who was walking in the front row, and said loudly to the people behind him, "We will soon arrive at Taoyuan Village, everyone, come down, the rest of the road can only be walked by yourself. Stop the car Here, drive away from here when you leave the village."

As Uncle Gong's voice fell, the students got out of the car with their luggage.

When Song Zhuo came, he brought a suitcase with him, and when he carried the suitcase out of the car, he saw Chu Sheng frowned and said something to a male student from a distance.

A group of people walked through the gap between the two mountains in a mighty way, and walked between the wilderness and fields for more than half an hour before seeing a house between the mountains in the distance.

It was just after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was still bright, but the orange sun in the sky had already set in the west.

Uncle Gong was always at the forefront of the team. He turned around at this time and stopped the people behind him, "We have a smooth journey today, and it is still dark when we get here. Let's rest here for a while and wait another hour. It's getting dark at seven o'clock, let's go into the village again."

The dozen or so people who came here knew about the illnesses of the Taoyuan villagers, so they naturally understood why Uncle Gong made such a request.

In this barren mountain and wild ridge, everyone has lost their attention. Some people lie on their boxes, and some simply take some paper pads and sit on the ground.

Wang Cheng also gave Song Zhuo a few newspapers to sit on.

When Song Zhuo was bending down to put the paper, he heard a little girl talking to the people next to him, "Did you see it? A black shadow ran over there just now, and it ran over there. Didn't you see it? Could it be my hallucination, but I clearly saw it!"

The person next to the little girl kept shaking her head, "No, I didn't see it."

Song Zhuo sat down on the ground while listening to their conversation, and Song Ke, who jumped up beside him at some point, whispered to him, "I saw it just now, and someone ran into the village from over there."

Song Zhuo didn't respond to his words, but felt that the touch of pigu was not right. When he stood up and looked, he found that his newspaper was gone, and Song Ke sat aside with a very proud expression.