Strangers

Book Title: Ghostbusters

Author: Westland

Copywriter:

"I am a monster called Qi Xie. The meaning of my existence is to record the strange things in the world from ancient times to the present. The so-called "Qi Xie, Zhi Wei Zhe" refers to me. Well, there is indeed a book titled "Qi Xie" "The collection is Qi Xie's book of the same name, just like the singer's album of the same name."

Probably the protagonist, Boss Qi, opened a study for buying and selling stories. Because he has some strange abilities, he has experienced some strange things?

What is the main character halo can be eaten?Can human attributes be eaten? - Well the attributes are as follows.

Qi Xie: The boss of Zhiguaizhai, with a mysterious background, lazy√, occasionally black-bellied√, evil spirits and madness×.

Ding Li: Heart surgeon, harmless √, natural black occasionally √, loyal dog ×.

Xie Yu: Novel writer, workaholic √, facial paralysis √, three nos ×.

Wei Yuanyang: Policeman, passionate and righteous √, sluggish and stupefied √, high IQ ×.

No strong attack, no weak feelings, ordinary people's ordinary emotional drama, slow heat, HE.

Mystery, suspense, brain hole, pseudoscience.

Content tags: ghosts, ghosts, suspense, reasoning

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Xie┃Supporting roles: Ding Li, Xie Yu, Wei Yuanyang┃Others: Zhiguaizhai, Guixintang

☆, missing

Boss Qi of Zhiguaizhai disappeared.

Xie Yu pushed open the front door at nine o'clock in the morning, and the front hall of the Zhaizi was in a mess: the desk lamp was on, the armchair was overturned on the ground, the white glazed plum vase fell to pieces, the camphorwood box was wide open, and the bottles and cans inside were in a mess. All the books that used to fill the tables and counters were gone, not even a single piece of paper was left.

Looking around the not-so-good room, Xie Yu roughly guessed the situation at that time: a few nights ago, Boss Qi was sitting in the front hall reading a book, and a group of people broke in through the door, kicked the reclining chair, and went straight to Go around the desk and hold him down.He had struggled and bumped into the bogus stand behind him, and the most unstable flask fell off.The gang bound him, or threatened him with some kind of weapon, and he could not resist, allowing the intruders to take him away and remove all the books in the house. ——Books, why are they books? There are obviously more valuable antiques here. Is there something special about these books?

Xie Yu tried his best to recall that he had read a lot of Boss Qi's collection, which were nothing more than strange stories.As a staunch materialist and rationalist, he should have dismissed it, but as a novelist, it is understandable to draw from various sources.In the past, these books were stacked on mahogany bookshelves. From the Republic of China to the Ming, Qing, Tang and Song Dynasties, there are even Qin bamboo slips and Shang oracle bones. It is not known whether they are genuine or fake.For these things, you have to pay by the hour if you want to see them, and it costs 50 yuan per hour, which is really ridiculous.

Xie Yu sneered in his heart, squatted down, and took out a notebook from the gap between the bookcase and the ground with great effort.

There are two red letters printed on the cover of kraft paper: "Diary"

Why is this diary under the cabinet?Xie Yu thought, there are two possibilities, one is that the book accidentally slipped into the gap, and Boss Qi didn't know about it; the other is that Boss Qi kicked the book here in order to leave some clues when he was tied up.

Putting his hopes on the latter, he roughly flipped through the diary, and found that, like the collection of books in Zhiweizhai, there were some weird stories recorded in it, which seemed to be nothing special.

Just as he was thinking, a black shadow suddenly appeared at the door.

With its "wow", Xie Yu relaxed his vigilance: it turned out to be a person, oh, and a policeman.

"Did you find his body?" Xie Yu gloated a little.

"Corpse? What corpse." The policeman walked in through the dark door.

"Boss Qi's body." Xie Yu said.

"Nonsense! He didn't die, where did the body come from!" The policeman seemed very excited, and he seemed to know Boss Qi very well.

"So it's a pity that he didn't die." Xie Yu patted the ashes on his sleeve when he took out the diary.

"Actually, I'm not sure either." The policeman said in a low voice without confidence.

Xie Yu stared at him through the glasses: "Your surname is Wei, isn't it?"

The expression on the other side said "how do you know".

Xie Yu shook the notebook in his hand: "This diary should have been written by Boss Qi two years ago, and a traffic policeman named Wei Yuanyang was mentioned many times in it."

"Diary? Where did you find it?" Wei Yuanyang was surprised. He snatched it up and flipped through it. Within 3 minutes, he threw the diary on the table again, "This kid! Except for writing my name seriously once, Everything else was replaced with 'idiot'!"

Xie Yu was unmoved: "Do you know Boss Qi's full name?"

Wei Yuanyang shook his head.

"I thought you guys knew each other very well."

"Unfamiliar."

"Do you know who took him away?"

"Who could he be kidnapped? Most likely he is looking for revenge. Seeing that this kid has not done anything good, he must have offended a lot of enemies!" Wei Yuan said convincingly, and waved his hand calmly, "But I owe him It’s a favor, so let’s see if there’s anything I can do to help.”

"You are a policeman." Xie Yu looked at the police number on his uniform, and the subtext was that there must be a way for you to find someone.

"This." Wei Yuanyang scratched the back of his head, "Actually, I just came back from the police force. The facilities along Beiling Road are too outdated, and it's basically impossible to adjust the surveillance video."

"Then we have to look for witnesses." Xie Yu said, unconsciously leaning against the desk behind him, with a random push of his right hand, he pressed the diary again.

"By the way." Wei Yuanyang picked up the notebook again and flipped through it, "I seem to have seen an article called "Nodding and Shaking the Head Ghost" in it just now? It said that an old man gave him a box, and a little ghost was locked in it. Any question can be answered."

"And then." Xie Yu didn't know why.

"Aren't we looking for Lao Qi? Just ask that ghost."

Xie Yu's expression froze for a moment: "Do you think it's possible?"

"How do you know it's impossible if you don't try it?" Wei Yuanyang stepped on the table and pulled out a box from the top of the Bogu shelf according to the picture.

It is made of ebony wood, six or seven inches long, and the width of one hand, and the whole body is pasted with talisman paper with red characters on a yellow background.

"Are you sure you want to open it?" Xie Yu said, "Don't you think this shape is very unlucky?"

"The old man didn't say that there was any problem. Besides, according to the diary, Lao Qi also opened it, and he didn't lose any arms or legs afterwards."

Xie Yu didn't answer, with a cold face and no attitude, Wei Yuanyang said that I opened it and peeled off the talisman paper like opening a courier.

As soon as a slit was opened, an afterimage rushed out!Bouncing all over the room, bouncing up, down, left, and right so fast that your eyes can't keep up!

"What is this!" Wei Yuanyang shouted.

"Nod and shake your head ghost." Xie Yu said.

The speed of the thing gradually slowed down, and the two finally saw clearly that it was a palm-sized monkey-like copper-green monster.

"Stupid human beings hee hee, stupid human beings hahaha." The ghost jumped on top of the chest of drawers.

"Can actually speak human language!" Wei Yuanyang took half a step back in fright.

"I can speak human language, but people can't speak my language. Idiot human beings, idiot human beings who don't even know Guliji!" The ghost tumbling happily.

"You're the idiot! What's a Guli machine!"

"I won't tell you hehehe." The ghost jumped up and down.

"It's nothing." Xie Yu sneered, "It's just made up."

"The aggressive method is useless, I won't let it slip, only stupid humans will be fooled!"

Wei Yuanyang wished he could slap that thing to death, if he could.

"Can you answer any questions?" Xie Yu asked.

"That's right, that's right, I know everything, but I just nodded and shook my head to answer, and each person can only ask one question, I'm too lazy to tell humans so much hehehe."

"What does it cost to ask a question?"

"After you ask a question, I'll ask you another question. If you can't answer, I'll eat you." The ghost shook his head and grinned a few rows of thorny fangs.

"There's no such thing!" Wei Yuanyang objected.

"Stupid humans are scared, stupid humans are scared, hahaha I lied to you, stupid humans are scared to death."

"Does that mean there is no price?" Xie Yu asked.

"I have to say, knowing itself is the price." The ghost jumped impatiently, "Okay, okay, do you want to ask? Quickly ask!"

"If you can't answer it." Xie Yu said again.

"If you can't answer it, you can do whatever you want, it's impossible anyway."

"That's good." Xie Yu made up his mind, "If you lose, I have to say anything to you."

"Okay, okay, let's start quickly, who of you is going to ask!"

"Wait a minute!" Wei Yuanyang grabbed Xie Yu in a low voice, "Let's discuss how to deal with it first."

"No need to discuss." He was full of confidence, "Let's get started."

"Let's go, let's start, what's your problem?" The ghost jumped onto the ceiling fan excitedly, and dangled the three blades back and forth.

With a faint chuckle, Xie Yu said, "Would you shake your head at this question?"

The little ghost was stunned, grabbed the air with one hand, and fell to the ground with a snap.

"A paradox at the first level." Xie Yu took two steps forward and looked down at it.

Wei Yuanyang stretched out his hand and lifted it up: "What is Guli Ji, tell me!"

Xie Yu glanced at him: "You should ask more constructive questions."

Wei Yuanyang said righteously: "This question is in the vacuum of human knowledge, and it is very constructive."

The ghost was scratching around in the air, no longer the arrogance it had just said: "A Guliji is a Guliji. You humans don't have it or everything about it in your dictionary, so there is no way to explain it."

"What a scam! Do you know the lottery numbers for the next lottery?"

“16、15、05、10、12、20、03。”

Wei Yuanyang's eyes widened: "Really?"

"True is also false," said the ghost, "If I hadn't said it, it would have been this series of numbers, but I said it, so it's not."

"Same as before." Xie Yu understood, "Grandfather paradox. In order to maintain the law of causality, when predicting the future, the matter of predicting has already disturbed the future."

"Then it's okay to ask about the past." Wei Yuanyang stood up straight, pinching his waist with one hand and looking at the ghost, "Where did Lao Qi go?"

"You mean Mr. Qi." The ghost changed his address, "He went to a place called Butterfly Village, in the Bashu area."

"Why is he running there?"

"Three days ago, a group of people came and robbed him, and emptied all the books, except for the diary, which was dropped under the cabinet and was not found."

"Why did these guys tie him up?"

"Butterfly Village is a cursed place. Several villagers have been searching for a way to unravel the curse since they escaped from childhood, and finally found him to help."

Wei Yuanyang scratched his chin: "It's a good thing to save people in dire straits."

"Only stupid human beings think that way," said the ghost, "well, I've been out too long, so I have to go back to the box."

"Go back? Aren't you locked in there?"

"You were imprisoned! That's my house. I just tore up the wallpaper of my house and I haven't settled with you yet!" After the ghost said, he went back to the wooden box with a thread.

With a snap, the lid snaps shut.

"Hey! I haven't finished asking yet! Hey!" Wei Yuanyang grabbed the box, but couldn't open the seam no matter what.

Xie Yu sat on the edge of the table thinking about something, and finally asked: "Are you going, Butterfly Village."

"Go, what if you don't go." Wei Yuanyang sighed, "It seems that I have to take all my annual leave this time."

"When to set off."

"It's better to be sooner rather than later, just at noon."

"Call me when the time comes." Xie Yu took out a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers.

"Are you going too?"

"Yes." He picked up the diary and walked towards the door, "See you at the airport."

"Wait, I still don't know what your name is—" Wei Yuanyang caught up two steps, then turned around, patted the ashes of the ebony box and put it in his pocket, "You have to bring this instant strategy."

☆, fragment

Twelve noon.

The plane bound for Sichuan entered the stratosphere, Xie Yu loosened his seat belt slightly, and turned a page of the diary in his hand.

——Boss Qi was kidnapped, and the diary was the only clue. With this moral pass, he peeped at the author's secrets, traced every sentence, every word, and even every stroke, trying to spell out Some unknown fragments pried away a corner of that guy's mysterious mask.

The title of the first one is "Data People".

The child is silent and strange, but I live by recording all kinds of strange things based on hearsay.

This room on the second floor of Shijing Street is called Zhiguaizhai. Right now, the guest introduced by Ding Li is sitting opposite me.

I moistened the brush with some ink, and looked at him from the corner of the eye: he was a little cramped, but he didn't see any tension. This calmness was not relief, it was more like a serious illness that consumed all the spirit of the deceased.

A dying lamp.

I have seen this look very well in the mirror.

He coughed lightly.

I was not in a hurry, and waited for him to speak, so I moistened the tip of the pen again.

"Maybe you think I'm crazy." He said hoarsely.

"I've seen too many strange things to rush to such conclusions," I said.

Another long silence.

"Just now, what were you thinking." He asked.

A gleam of light fell on the table between us through the slit in the curtain.

"Maybe you are thinking when I can speak, maybe how long it will take for this conversation to end, maybe you are thinking about which set meal to order at the restaurant downstairs after seeing off the guests, what brand of cigarettes to buy in the small shop on the way back, and what kind of cigarettes to use. The opening remarks are the only way to strike up a conversation with that beautiful cashier."

I smiled and waited for him to continue.

"But do you think, is this really what you think?" His eyes finally fixed on me.

"So who's thinking this?" I said with great interest and a cheerful tone.

He didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "What is the meaning of life."

"This question stumps me." I surrender easily.

"You misunderstood." He frowned. "I'm not talking about the meaning of being alive to an individual, but why the human race exists.——Why were we created?"

"Oh?"

"Why were we made?" he repeated, demanding my answer.

"Who made us?" I threw the question back.

"it."

"it?"

"it."

"Who is that."

"The thing that makes humans."

"god?"

"If you will call it a god."

"Then your conclusion is."

He took a deep breath: "It is performing a huge calculation, and we, human beings, are just processors in the calculation."

I didn't stop writing, and nodded thoughtfully: "So the purpose of our creation is..."

"Process, save, and transmit data and information for it." His eyes lit up, and he said with certainty:

"You see, my speech is data transmission, your writing is data transmission, and men and women are data transmission. Writing books, artistic creation, social interaction, and reproduction, all human behaviors are for data transmission; fear of being ignored , Fear of being forgotten, fear of loneliness, fear of death, all human fears also stem from the inability to transmit data. Do you think that what you do and think is your own will, wrong, do you think you are free, completely wrong! Facts The freedom that people pursue is the most superficial freedom, the freedom under the willingness to transmit data, or in other words, the will called freedom. People are trapped by this rigid will, tortured by it, guided by it, and for it Die, people desperately pursue what they "want" to do, but they don't know that this is just a program rooted in the brain, it is the curse of "it"! As long as you think, as long as you think, people are under the use and control of "it" Come on! As long as your brain is still spinning, you will never be able to escape!"

I stopped writing for a while, watching the sweat drip down his forehead.

"So there is only one way..." He held his head and muttered, "Blank, only when there is a blank, can I not be controlled by it, and only when my brain is completely stopped, can I escape from it forever."

"Perfect strategy," I said. "Good luck."

"You... believe me?" He raised his head, with his haggard hands froze beside his ears.

"Why not?" I laughed.

A few days later, with some unknown technique, he became a brain-dead vegetable.

He may have escaped, but the strange story of his data will be passed on.

Pass it on to bored spectators, pass it on to more people.

When Xie Yu read the last sentence, a strange feeling flashed in his heart. Could it be that when Boss Qi wrote this, he had foreseen that the contents of the diary would be seen by someone.

There is another key problem: According to the diary, he wrote down the stories of the guests with a brush, but this diary was written with a pen.Did he record the story from two angles: one is to record the story itself, and the other is to record the process of writing the story?

Boss Qi must have a reason for doing this. ——No, it doesn't rule out that he is bored at home and writes something to pass the time. This guy's thoughts have always been elusive.

Putting aside the question for now, Xie Yu turned to the next article. "Seven Days Village".

"Out of conscience, I advise you not to touch that." I walked out of the back room, saw that the man was about to pick up the sandalwood box on the chest of drawers, and stopped him.

He said oh, without embarrassment, returned to the chair and sat down: "The lock is so delicate, it looks quite interesting."

Young, smiling, not short, solidly built, dark-skinned, and quick-spoken.And, too much curiosity.

"The decoration here is really Chinese style." He shook his legs, "How much is a story?"

Ignoring his detached thinking, I replied: "The number ranges from two to eight."

"Ten million, one hundred thousand, one million, one thousand... Wow! What kind of story can be worth 1000 million! Then listen to me, how much is this worth?"

I poured a cup of tea and pushed it to him along the table: "I would like to hear more about it."

"Well, I'm a donkey friend. I've traveled all over the world, and I've seen a lot of strange things, but the strangest one was last year."

"Yeah." I studied ink.

"Last May, a few buddies and I went to climb Yehuang Mountain. We went up from the Emerald Valley and walked all the way in. When we got near Xiandu Peak, everyone said to take a break, so I dropped my equipment and went to pee in the woods. Then my feet slipped—" He set the teacup down vigorously, "I fell into the valley!"

Knowing that he was waiting for me to be surprised, I put on a cold face.

"My mother! I was scared to death at that time!" Seeing that I didn't respond, he patted his thigh, "And guess what? I was hung on a branch several times along the way, and I didn't even hurt my skin! Hahaha, I was bragging just now, and it’s not that I didn’t get hurt, I got a gash on my arm.” He rolled up his sleeves and pointed to a long and narrow scar, “Then I looked around and thought I’d rest now. , there is no root hair except for the trees around, and the mobile phone has no signal, so, hurry up and walk along the valley while it is dawn, and see if you can meet someone to save me. I walked and walked, and at dusk I suddenly saw a small In the village, there are white walls and black tiles on the side of the stream, I was so happy, I ran as fast as I could, and within 10 minutes I arrived under the archway at the entrance of the village."

"When I got to the archway, I looked up, and there seemed to be a figure flashing under the ginkgo tree not far away. I walked towards the village, but I didn't see anyone on the road. There are quite a lot of broken tile houses. I picked one and lost it. I touched my body with a few compressed biscuits, picked up some firewood, and made a fire for the night. Maybe I was too tired, so I didn’t wake up until noon the next day. I got up and lit a cigarette. I hope that someone who sees it can get me out of this ghost place. I was waiting at the entrance of the village at dusk, and found that someone really came. The mother looks exactly like me! Really exactly the same! Exactly the same!"

"Well, exactly the same." I interrupted his repetition.

"That's right! I was so stupid at the time! Seeing him stretching his neck to look here, I subconsciously hid behind the tree! Then guess what? When I turned around, I saw a figure flashing past at the entrance of the alley I thought it was so fucking evil, so I ran over again on the third day, and when I got to the alley, I saw an 'I' standing under the archway over there, and an 'I' was still cat behind the tree! I Suddenly, I had a strange premonition, and I looked back suddenly, and sure enough, there was another figure in the yard not far behind me! It was dark blue! It was the same dark blue as his grandma in the jacket I was wearing! At that time, I was covered in My hair is standing on end! There is only one thought in my mind, which is to get out of this damn place! I ran as soon as possible, and ran for hundreds of meters, and suddenly felt that I was too cowardly. Damn, a big old man is afraid of farts! Whether it's a person or a ghost, there must be something playing with me! Thinking of this, I'm going to get angry, how can I swallow it if I don't clear it up I have to take this breath! So when I got back to the house, I started to think about it, and went through all the fantasy novels, sci-fi movies, parallel universe worldlines, etc., and finally felt that there must be something wrong with it!"

"Yes, there is a problem." I nodded.

"Must be, for some reason, all the time crammed into the same space."

"is it?"

"It's necessary!" he shouted, "so I thought about what to do next. It stands to reason that I should be in the courtyard tomorrow for the 'me' to see. But what if, if I don't go tomorrow? If you don't go, you won't be able to see the "I" at the alley. If you can't see it, you won't be able to sit here and think about the problem. That is to say, maybe today's "I" will be destroyed, and things will move towards unforeseen To be on the safe side, I still have to go tomorrow, and as usual, there must be an 'I' behind me at that time, as long as he is caught and tortured, everything will be clear. So determined, the first For four days I waited in the yard, looking around with eyes wide open, but couldn’t find anything. I think it’s strange, according to today’s “me” thinking, tomorrow’s “me” knows that I’m here, so it’s impossible not to Come on, is it because of some reason that I can't come? At this moment, a terrifying thought popped into my mind." He stopped suddenly and lowered his voice, "I'm probably... dead."

"When I thought about it, I was scared again, but no, what the hell dared to kill me! I have to take revenge! I immediately went out to find a broken hatchet, sharpened it all night, held it in my hand in the dark room I stayed in the house for a whole day, but I didn’t get anything. I was just wondering, but I suddenly realized it! So that’s the reason! No wonder I didn’t see today’s ‘me’ yesterday! It turns out that guy has been staying in the room all this time!”

"Now the clue is broken. I didn't see the 'I' of the sixth day on the fifth day, and I don't know where to go tomorrow. After thinking about it for a long time, I think that as long as I don't see the five 'I's before, You can go wherever you want. So on the sixth day, I went to the stream in the west of the village. At dusk, I heard someone shouting 'I'm leaving'. When I turned around, it was me on the seventh day. At dusk, I said the same thing to "I" by the creek, and at dawn I left the village, wandering around in circles, and finally met some porters, and followed them out of the mountain."

I drew a period and put the Langhao pen on the pen stand.

"Now I've been thinking, what will happen if I don't do what I do the next day. Will it destroy the timeline? Will the cause and effect get out of control? Will the earth explode? Will the universe be destroyed? Thinking about the end, The brain cells are dying and there is no answer." He touched his chin, "And if the behavior of the second 'I' is guided by the previous 'I', then what does the first 'I' think? ?Even if there is an endless repetition of me in these seven days, there must be a first thrust, so what is it?"

"It's better to sit under the apple tree and think about these problems." I opened the drawer and counted out a few banknotes.

"That's all." He was very dissatisfied, "That's the overlap of time and space! The overlap of time and space!"

"Next time you encounter such a thing, try to kill a few, and the price can be doubled." I straightened the front of my coat, and I smiled.

☆、Butterfly Village

Passengers, the plane is turbulent due to turbulence, please return to your seat and fasten your seat belts.

The flight attendant broadcast interrupted his thoughts, Xie Yu closed the diary, took off his glasses, turned off the reading light above his head, and closed his eyes.

Gradually, vague doubts gathered into a sentence and entered consciousness:

Is this thing really a diary?

There are no dates, no fixed time intervals, and no other plots except the process of describing the storytelling. It is not so much a diary, but more like an autobiographical novel, or even a literary creation out of nothing.

"The library paradox?" he whispered to himself.

"What?" Wei Yuanyang, who was seated next to him, yawned, "Is it coming soon?"

Xie Yu put on his glasses and looked at his watch: "There is still one hour and twenty minutes."

Reluctantly stretched in the narrow cockpit, Wei Yuanyang moved the back of the seat forward a bit: "That butterfly village, I searched for a long time on the Internet, and the map didn't show it at all, it only said that it was on the four sides of the Sichuan-Chongqing border There is a similar village near the mountain town, the exact address is not clear, it seems that we have to go there and find out. ——Hey, sir, do you know where Butterfly Village is? "

On the side of the main road in Simianshan Town, the old man shook his head and said that he had lived here for 70 years and had never heard of Butterfly Village. He was afraid that they had found the wrong place.

"I guarantee with the dignity of the traffic police that Butterfly Village is definitely nearby!" Wei Yuanyang sat on a stone and banged on the ebony box, "This dead monkey is disconnected at a critical moment, and he won't come out to show you the way!"

Xie Yu next to him was concentrating on fiddling with the GPS, and a wide shadow lay on his instep.

"You want to go to Butterfly Village?" A big man lifted his clothes and scratched his stomach, "I know that place, and I can take you there."

Wei Yuanyang was about to say yes, but was interrupted by Xie Yu: "How far."

"Drive for two hours, get off and walk for half an hour."

"What about the price?"

"Six hundred."

"Six hundred?" Wei Yuanyang choked back, "Is it written on my face that I am stupid and have a lot of money!"

"As the saying goes, you can't get early without profit." The big man picked his teeth with his little fingernails. "Few people know that place except me. Even if they do, they may not be willing to take you there."

"Money is not a problem." Xie Yu said, "When is the fastest time to leave."

"You can leave now, but since you are from out of town, let me say a word. The place is very evil. If you can go during the day, don't worry about it at night."

"How to say."

"An evil door is an evil door, what else can I say!" The big man was a little impatient, "Go or not, give me a sweet word, no matter how procrastinating, please beg me not to make this trip when it gets dark!"

After paying half of the deposit, the two got into his minivan and started to circle the winding mountain road.

"What do you mean by evil door?" Xie Yu sat in the back seat and looked at the driver from the rearview mirror.

"Hey, if you make it clear, it's still called evil?" The big man became enthusiastic after receiving the money, "Let me tell you something, believe it or not. Seven years ago, I ran a long distance, and by the way, I helped my brother-in-law's shop from the outside. Buy some goods. One day, a man came to rent a car and said that he wanted to send something to a nearby village. He asked for a very high price. A coffin! If you were young at that time, the Emperor and I were not afraid, so I thought, what is this? I found a few people to carry the coffin into the car, and followed the path pointed by the man to a place called Butterfly Village. "

The big man held the steering wheel with one hand, and hung the other on the car window to blow the wind: "It doesn't matter if you say you entered the village. At that time, you drove to a small open space and there was no road. The man stopped, saying that someone would come to carry the coffin later." Enter the village, we will wait at the entrance of the village."

"You haven't even entered the village after doing this for a long time!" Wei Yuanyang suddenly felt fooled.

"That place is so gloomy that ghosts are willing to go in!" The big man lit a cigarette, "When I got out of the car, I felt a gust of wind blowing out. I stood there and looked in. The trees on both sides of the cobblestone road were almost mature. The sky was so dark that there was no light at all, and there was a coffin next to me. I really wanted to jump in the car and drive back. After standing there for 10 minutes, I felt like I had been waiting for ten years. Finally, a few people appeared on the road, I think, five, four of them are burly men, and there is an old woman wearing a strange mask with a ghost face in the front and hair in the back, covering her whole head."

"How do you know she's a woman with a mask on?" Xie Yu asked.

"Listen to her!" said the big man. "The old woman kept talking, and she didn't know what she was talking about. She ordered four people to unload the coffin and carry it into the village with the man. I think they finally left. , I didn’t want to stay for a second longer, jumped into the car, kicked the accelerator and drove back.”

After the big man finished speaking, there was a momentary silence in the carriage.

Xie Yu felt that there was a problem: "Since you think Butterfly Village is very evil, why don't you ask why we went there?"

The big man said twice: "I have been running the car for so many years, and I have seen a lot of people. The little brother over there dare not say, you...you know that you have a good family when you talk and do things. Tell me, a young man runs away. What can you do with this place? It’s just for fun. I’m not afraid to tell you the truth, there have been a few young people here before, three men and two women. Their self-righteous appearance was not pleasing to the eye, and they were dragged to Butterfly Village as soon as they thought about it. As for how they got out in the end, or whether they came out, I don’t know.”

"So you don't like us?" Xie Yu blurted out, startling Wei Yuanyang into a cold sweat.

"That's not true." The big man took the last puff of his cigarette and popped the butt out of the window, "I know that this trip must make a lot of money, who can't live with the money."

After detouring on the rugged mountain road for an hour and a half, the big man stopped the car, handed him a business card, and said to give him a call when he got back, and then disappeared in the car.

At this time, Xie Yu raised his head for the first time and looked at the stone road leading to the depths of the mountain forest.

As the driver said, the trees on both sides of the road were so thick that one person couldn't hold them in his arms. The bluestone board passed through the gaps in the tree trunks and disappeared after turning a bend within a dozen meters.The cool wind draws out from the forest, mixed with the smell of earth, the black and green treetops sway gently, and the trunks are dotted with spots of light.

This forest is indeed gloomy, but it also has a sense of wonder. I don't know whether it looks beautiful because it is too weird, or it looks weird because it is too beautiful.

Knowing nothing about the situation in the village, the two discussed a little, and decided to pretend to be lost while traveling and strayed into this place, so they put on their hiking bags and set off into the forest.

The road was boring, Wei Yuanyang found a topic: "Xie Yu, are you writing novels?"

"Yes."

"Writing detectives?"

"Yes."

"Are you... the one who wrote "Three Cities" in the western region?"

Xie Yu hesitated for a while, and reluctantly admitted: "Yes."

Seeing his indifferent reaction to this topic, Wei Yuanyang was a little embarrassed: "Well, I saw it in some of Lao Qi's diaries. He mentioned the Western Realm. I guess it was you. Actually, I quite like your works."

"Why." Xie Yu stopped.

"It's just... the story is very exciting, very unexpected, very..." Wei Yuanyang scratched his stomach like writing a composition.

"I'm asking, why do you guess it's me."

"Oh." He was relieved to be freed from writing, "because his description is very similar to yours."

Xie Yu's face turned cold: "It's not like that."

"That's right! That's the feeling." Wei Yuanyang pointed, "It's exactly the same as what he wrote!"

A certain article, "Avoiding Shadows and Invisibility".

Buying and selling is a good business.

Customers get paid to tell their stories, and I make a living by reselling them to people who need them.The scrolls are laden with ashes and live in mahogany cabinets one after another. They are classified into different categories and clearly marked with prices.One of the most frequent customers is this novelist who comes to collect materials every now and then.As a popular detective writer, he is a logic madman and a technology supremacist. The scene I am most familiar with is that he is standing in a corner between the bookshelves, holding a book with a cold face, and seeing a sudden stop somewhere, Said: "There must be a reasonable explanation for this."

"Then you should take him to the hospital for your explanation, instead of staying in this superstitious place." I teased.

"There are sufficient records here, and phenomenon induction is an important method of research." The logic maniac speaks plausibly.

I didn't care about him anymore, and turned my gaze to the trembling man across the way.

He was sitting in an armchair, rubbing his hands nervously, his face was pale, and his beating pupils were fixed on a point on the ground.

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