Actually, you are not human

After coming out of the health center, the two went straight to the infant grave at the head of the village.

The female doctor just told them that the infant mound at the head of the village that the old lady mentioned was a piece of wasteland at the head of the village. She heard from the older generation in the village that she forgot which year it started, and what was planted did not grow, and not only It is that one, and the same is true for several surrounding fields.Later, a fortune teller came and told them that the land was to be used as a cemetery, and only children under the age of five who died in infancy could be buried.

Strange to say, since the land began to bury the children who died young, the harvests of the surrounding fields suddenly improved. Since then, the villagers have formed a habit of sending all children under the age of five to the family who died. Here to bury it.

They were speechless all the way, and soon, they stopped in front of the field that the female doctor said, Du Shengxiao stuffed a flashlight into Zheng Qiu's breakup, then pulled out the car key, and the two got out of the car.

"Children who die young don't understand anything. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have resentment." Du Shengxiao stood in front of the cemetery, stared at it for a while, and suddenly wondered: "But why is there so much resentment in this land?"

Zheng Qiu took a flashlight in his hand and followed his example to look, but he saw nothing except a bare cemetery.

"Where is the resentment?" He looked at Du Shengxiao blankly.

Du Shengxiao pointed, and said: "People often say that 'the grass in front of the grave is taller' because the components of the human body decomposed by microorganisms in the cemetery are very suitable for plant growth, so generally speaking, as long as it is not a cemetery that is often cared for It’s all a field of weeds growing wildly, but look here.” He took Zheng Qiu’s flashlight and shook it all over the cemetery: “Although it’s autumn, in fact, weeds should still be there, and the worst should be there. Weeds and leaves, but there is nothing here except soil and tombstones. What can cause this effect, besides the soil quality of the land itself, is the erosion of resentment that causes no vegetation to grow." He turned around and lit his flashlight To the adjacent corn field, it is the season when the corn is ripe, and the heavy corn pokes out from the wrapped leaves, and it is shining golden when the flashlight is flashed.

"But you see, these two lands are closely connected. If there is a problem with the soil quality of this land, logically speaking, the crops next to it should not be able to grow crops." Du Shengxiao picked a tender one as he spoke. The corn broke off, and then took two coins from his pocket and put them on the wide leaf.

Zheng Qiufen silently watched Du Shengxiao pawing the corn husks with ease, and felt that his heart was a little broken: "I thought you could see the resentment—by the way, can we stop being so down-to-earth, you are the city of all souls Lord City Guard, why are you stealing corn to eat!"

Unmoved, Du Shengxiao continued with the movements in his hands, and said lightly: "First of all, I can indeed see it, but you can't see it, so I will teach you how to tell if there is any resentment. Secondly, I am not stealing, I gave money Well, such a small corn supermarket only sells for one yuan and five dollars? Finally.” He stuffed a peeled, clean and fresh corn cob into Zheng Qiu’s breakup, curled his lips, and smiled slightly: “I’m not Eat it yourself, I'll give you something to eat."

Zheng Qiufen looked at him blankly.

"Haven't you not eaten all day?" Du Shengxiao took out a pack of tissues and said slowly, wiping his hands, "I just saw that you don't want to eat chocolate, so let's make do with this. It's very tender corn, you can eat it." Raw."

"Oh." Zheng Qiufen bit his lip, lowered his head and gnawed on the corn without saying thank you.

He felt that his eyes were a little swollen, and if he didn't eat any more, he might cry from hunger.

Du Shengxiao looked at Zheng Qiufen who was crunching like a little hamster, and smiled to himself.But his eyes were gloomy, staring at the black shadow hiding behind the mulberry tree in the middle of the cemetery.

He put the tissue he had wiped into his trouser pocket, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a clear white light flashing in the cornfield.

"Interesting." Du Shengxiao laughed softly: "I don't know who set up this game. This person obviously doesn't know what will become when resentment and spiritual energy are combined, but he can find a way to disperse them so that they can't be gathered easily. It’s interesting to put things together…”

"What?" Zheng Qiufen raised his mouth from the corn and asked while eating.

"I mean this game is very interesting." Du Shengxiao took out another tissue, handed it to Zheng Qiufen very naturally after he finished eating, and took the corn cob he had gnawed: "Wipe your mouth first."

"Oh, good." Zheng Qiufen took the tissue and wiped it twice, suddenly feeling a little subtle.

This feeling of being served by Du Shengxiao...why is it so familiar?

But before he had time to think about it, Du Shengxiao threw away the cleanly gnawed corn cob without public morals, then looked at him with a smile, and said, "Then let's go down and have a look now?"

"Go down and have a look?" Zheng Qiufen followed his gaze into the cemetery, his scalp exploded instantly, he slid his Adam's apple twice, and stammered, "You mean to go to the cemetery...to see ?"

"Of course." Du Shengxiao raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise?"

"It's not good at night, is it? What if it disturbs the children's sleep..." He was about to run towards the car subconsciously, but Du Shengxiao quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Why are you running?" Du Shengxiao asked helplessly, "What are you afraid of with me around?"

Zheng Qiufen nodded in relief: "Yes, I forgot, they would not dare to do anything to me with you around." He scratched the back of his head with a smile, and reached out to grab Du Shengxiao's hand in embarrassment. flashlight.

"Here you are." Du Shengxiao subconsciously handed over the flashlight, and at the same time let go of his hand.

Zheng Qiufen felt that he was let go and ran away, the speed was jaw-dropping. Du Shengxiao lamented that he really deserved to be a professional actor, and at the same time quickly grabbed Zheng Qiufen's wrist again.

Zheng Qiufen looked at him with a mournful face: "I don't want to go down, at least not at night?"

"Who asked you to dig someone's grave when people come and go during the day?" Du Shengxiao gave him a white look: "And in the daytime, those people who touch porcelain must have reacted. It's a trouble." With all his strength, he pulled Zheng Qiufen, who was reluctant to leave, and stepped into the cemetery.

When Zheng Qiufen stepped in, he felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end, all the ghost stories he had heard from childhood came to his mind, but after walking two steps after Du Shengxiao, he found that it was not a big deal Yes, a hanging heart was relieved, and there was no need for Du Shengxiao to hold it anymore. Curiosity arose, and I went to look at these little dirt bags side by side.

Some people say that a tombstone is a story book. When you let go of your fear and wander slowly in the cemetery, you will find yourself in countless stories, and you only need to glance casually to read finish a person's life.

The storybooks in the cemetery of the village head infant tomb are undoubtedly short stories, but they are also fascinating.

Zheng Qiufen scanned the tombstones one by one, and found that most of these tombstones were only carved with very rough stones, and the names written on them were basically baby names, and rarely had names with surnames.

"The tomb of my beloved daughter Fang'er, the tomb of my beloved daughter Xiaoping, the tomb of my beloved daughter Taoer..." Zheng Qiufen couldn't help frowning, looking at the series of beloved daughters, and then at those who were basically in the At the end of the 80s and the beginning of the 90s, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"Du Shengxiao." He whispered, "Come and see these."

Du Shengxiao walked over quickly, looking at the tombstones with lowered eyes.

"They are all children abandoned by their parents." He whispered: "Or, they are all fetuses strangled by their parents. No wonder there is so much resentment here." He looked up at these other places compared to this land Looking at the extremely rough and concentrated tombstone, he sighed softly: "These fetuses didn't understand anything when they died, but the fetuses who were strangled before seeing the light of day naturally carry a sense of resentment."

Zheng Qiufen was silent and didn't make a sound.

"But it's still not enough." Du Shengxiao shook his head: "They just resent, but they don't understand anything, they don't even know how to distinguish between men and women, these alone are not enough to regularly attack unmarried pregnancies Women who are ready to marry."

Zheng Qiufen frowned displeasedly when he heard the words 'pregnant before marriage', but didn't say anything else, looked at the flashlight in his hand, and went deeper into the cemetery.

Du Shengxiao looked at the black shadow that was still hiding, and was about to walk over when Zheng Qiufen suddenly yelled, "Du Shengxiao! Du Shengxiao, come here quickly!"

Du Shengxiao turned around abruptly and looked in his direction. Behind him, the black shadow that had been evasively dispersed quietly.

And the moonlight that hadn't appeared this night, quietly shed down at some point.

Reflecting the moonlight, a collapsed tomb appeared in front of Zheng Qiufen.

He fell to the ground in horror, and the flashlight fell to the ground and went out. He looked at the small skeleton lying quietly in the half-exposed coffin in disbelief.

The head of the skeleton was obviously smashed to pieces by someone hitting hard.

And the moonlight was pale, shining on the crooked wooden tombstone inserted there.

Two lines of words were scrawled on it.