Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

"Just son, just son?"

This day, Uncle Wang got up early to make breakfast for his sons and grandchildren. Seeing the rainy weather outside, he wanted to cook some hot and mushy vegetables, but only halfway through did he find that the salt was gone.

Their daily necessities, salt and sugar all have to be exchanged, and no one in the village sells them. Uncle Wang wanted to borrow some from Gangzi's house next door, so that he wouldn't suffer. He took three big eggs in exchange.

Li Dagang was over forty years old and was alone. He had a wife before, but she died later.

There are not many people with the surname Li in the village, and he has no relatives. One person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry. Thinking that there should be plenty of salt, unlike their family of a dozen or so who also eat a lot of salt, Uncle Wang wanted to find him for a change.

It's just that he didn't expect that no one answered after calling a few times. At first, Uncle Wang thought he was going out, and thought of pushing the door to see if he wasn't there, he would change to another house.

The village basically didn't lock the doors. Uncle Wang stepped on his feet and took a look in. He thought that if he didn't see anyone, he would turn around and leave, but when he looked around, he found that there seemed to be something lying on the ground.

The sky was dark and he couldn't see clearly, and he was worried that if something happened, he went in to have a look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, looking at the lifeless person lying on the ground, half of his neck is strangled, his eyeballs are protruding and his tongue is sticking out, how can he still be alive.

Uncle Wang fell to the ground with a "plop", not caring about the eggs dripping on the ground under his body, shaking his legs and yelling: "Dead, dead!"

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The village head led several uncles and patriarchs with relatively high status in the village to Li Dagang's house in a hurry. The people around me chattered and looked inside.

Seeing the village head coming, the villagers consciously made way for them, and then blocked the door three floors in and out.

Since the village chief Wang Dayong took over, this kind of thing has never happened in the village. Why did this good person die?

And looking at the tragedy, the whole body is almost gone, so it must not be suicide.

Li Dagang is usually honest and responsible. He knows how to farm and do carpentry. He has a good reputation in the village, and he doesn't know if he offended someone.

But the people in the village knew the whole thing, and whoever had any conflict would not be killed, so everyone couldn't help but focus on the eight outsiders.

In order to find clues, Xu Zhaohe and others naturally appeared at the scene of the crime at the first time. He looked at Li Dagang's neck, and then went into the house on his own.

There were no traces of fighting in the house. Li Dagang should have walked out by himself, but there were a few obvious shallow pits on the mud outside besides the footprints stepped on by everyone. There was also wet mud on his body, concentrated behind him, on his legs and The hand was connected to the arm, which should have been caused by accidentally being frightened by something and falling to the ground, and then struggling to keep retreating.

Xu Zhaohe took a special look at his shoes. There was a thick layer of mud on them, and there were corresponding puddles on the ground. It seemed that he was strangled by his neck and struggled hard. Unfortunately, he still didn't get a good ending. .

There was no professional forensic doctor present, they couldn't tell the time of death, and the tools used to commit the crime were all based on guesswork. Xu Zhaohe thought it should be a ghost committing the crime, so he was a little surprised for a while.

I didn't expect that ghosts would not only target gamers, but sometimes ordinary NPCs as well.

The village has always been extremely repulsive to outsiders. At the beginning, it was extremely unwilling to let the gamers live temporarily. It's just that it's hard to say anything if you don't live in their home. There was a wave of disgust.

Uncle Lin was the most conservative one. He was investigating the situation with the village chief, but he couldn't help frowning when he saw a few people wandering in front of him, and said, "What are you people doing? Who let you in!"

Xu Zhaohe turned around from the door when he heard the words, and was not angry at his undisguised disgust, and took the initiative to talk to him, his tone was extremely calm and sophisticated, and he pretended to be so serious.

"Well, we won't keep it from you until now."

Villagers: "???"

What's the situation?

Although Uncle Lin hated outsiders, he was also curious. What do they want to do?

Xu Zhaohe glanced around, gestured to the players who were also surprised, and turned back to continue the performance.

"Actually, we are not some kind of adventurer, but a group of researchers who are investigating supernatural events. We came to this deep mountain before and were instructed by the superiors, saying that there is something 'something'. A few of us just happened to get lost in the woods , tell me, why is it such a coincidence? Did you happen to meet your village?"

Using two questions successfully aroused the curiosity and imagination of the villagers. Yes, this mountain is so big that ordinary people really can’t find it!

So why did they find this place? I'm terrified when I think about it carefully!

The environment in the village is closed, there is not even a school, and the villagers are basically illiterate. They have not received the education under the light of science in the new era, and they are very superstitious.

Although Xu Zhaohe didn't say what the "thing" was, the villagers gave full play to their imaginations and imagined that the warm home they had lived in for decades was a slaughterhouse surrounded by wronged souls. I was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, that's right," the aunt who has a good memory immediately turned her head and whispered to the little sister, "Didn't the wife of Gangzi hang herself before, look at Gangzi——"

The neck is broken in half!

It's okay not to mention this, but when it is mentioned, the big guy stretches his neck and looks in, isn't it!

The aunt didn't finish her sentence, but everyone relied on the meeting of their eyes to make up all the plots abruptly, with a lot of succession and transformation, but they didn't doubt Xu Zhaohe's sudden high desire to perform.

Conan was wearing a hat and was perfectly hidden among a group of old men and women. Hearing the conversation between the two old ladies, he secretly lowered the hat.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Uncle Lin in the middle of the courtyard suddenly let out a roar, furious and wished he could burn Xu Zhaohe to death with his eyes.

It's a pity that Brother Zhao wasn't afraid at all, he slipped Nie Wenti over, and started to let him take out one by one, such as yellow talismans, peach wood swords, crosses, Buddha beads, dust whisks, all messed up, all the best of each family, no preference for one over another.

The villagers had never seen this kind of battle before. At first, they believed five or six points, but now they have risen to seven or eight points. Waiting for Nie Wen to delete, delete, or delete the incident of encountering a hanged ghost in the illusion. After talking for a while, they have completely believed it.

The ghost he met before must be Gangzi's daughter-in-law. She has long hair, big eyes, and a big black mole between her eyebrows. She definitely can't run away!

These outsiders had never been here before, if they hadn’t seen it, how could they be so accurate? The villagers knew the situation back then, not to mention that Gangzi’s daughter-in-law was——

Ouch, it's broken, it's broken, it won't happen again in the future!

Not only the villagers, as soon as Nie Wen finished speaking, several small "leaders" in the courtyard couldn't stand anymore. Everyone was afraid of death, let alone the invisible and intangible power of ghosts and gods.

Zhao Lu and the others never had much effect before. Compared with the terrified expressions of the villagers now, Nie Wen's desire for storytelling has finally been satisfied. Look, what he said is terrifying!

In fact, this is really not the case. Sometimes you don’t resonate too much after hearing a story, but if the people around you set an example, it will be completely different.

The villagers are completely in the mood to suspect a few outsiders now, and they are afraid that the ghost will not be satisfied after killing one, and then kill the second one.

What's more, they don't know this ghost yet, and there is actually more than one ghost.

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There was no answer to this matter, the village chief said a few words of relief, and he would probably find a way to solve it, so he let the crowd disperse on their own, leaving only a few laborers to help bury Li Dagang first, and he couldn’t just let him go No matter here.

It was already afternoon after finishing all these tasks, the village head walked home after talking with the patriarch, and saw Xu Zhaohe standing at the door of his house holding a black umbrella, although he was unhappy, he still asked kindly: "Is there anything else? "

Xu Zhaohe also showed a good-natured smile, looking very enthusiastic, "As you know, the village chief, we are professional in this area. If you need help, just tell us, and we don't want to pay you."

village head:"……"

The village chief only felt that his throat was choking, and seeing Xu Zhaohe's serious face was not like joking, and he didn't know how to answer it. It took a long time before he swallowed, "Thank you."

Xu Zhaohe smiled even brighter, "You're welcome."

"..."

After the matter was finished, the village head glanced at him again for fear that he would say anything to help, but who knew that just as he turned around and took a step, he asked behind his back: "Can I ask what the Bana flower behind your village does?" ?"

The village chief didn't turn his head back, but felt a sharp gaze sweep over him, subconsciously tightened his back, and a layer of cold sweat slowly covered his forehead, "No, I haven't heard of it."

Xu Zhaohe looked away, not disappointed, and slowly let out an "oh".

The village chief didn't dare to stay any longer and took the opportunity to sneak into the house. Xu Zhaohe smacked his lips at his nimble appearance, smiled and turned around to leave, but he didn't go far when he saw a woman standing at the foot of the wall, expressing resentment. Eyes stared at the village.

Obviously she is in this village, but the look in her eyes really makes people feel that she hates everything here.

It was also a coincidence that it was the wife of the three-generation family he had helped before, but they might not know it.

Forget it, the matter of that family is about to come out, Xu Zhaohe is looking forward to it, if you don't believe it, they won't show their feet!

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"Mother, mother! What to do, what to do, help me!"

"Son, my dear son!"

Aunt Lin's surname is Zhao, and her husband's surname is Lin. She is also a well-known figure in the village. She was originally born and raised here, and she gave birth to three sons and a daughter in one breath. She is also poisonous, and few people dare to provoke her.

Everyone in the village knew that Mrs. Lin had Nilin, that is, her son and grandson, who could not be touched, and would blow up if touched.

But the key now is that I can't find the bomber. My son doesn't know what's wrong. Since last night, he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He kept yelling that there was "something" on his back, but Mrs. Lin looked and looked, it was really a stick I didn't even look at the strands of hair.

"Son, there is really nothing."

"Impossible!" Lin Tiezhu howled: "It really is, mother!"

The sons and nephews of the family all came to see him. I don’t know what happened to the father (uncle). Why is such a big man still crying?

Several small heads crowded at the door, and were taken out by grandpa before they fell together.

At this time, news of the dead people in the village gradually spread. Mrs. Lin, who had been serving her son last night, missed the first-hand information. When she went out to pour water, she heard everyone discussing whether the dead son-in-law had returned.

Aunt Lin's complexion changed, and she just wanted to go back to discuss with Master Lin, but she didn't know that the child who had joined in the fun at home in the morning had already talked in his father Lin Tiezhu's ear, and then asked: "Father, you said it was really a ghost killing people?"

His father didn't know either, his father was afraid!

Lin Tiezhu lay motionless on the bed, his face turned pale, and he muttered to himself: "It's Yingzi, it's Yingzi who's back..."

The child leaned closer to listen, and then asked, "Father, who is Yingzi?"

"..."

The woman who had been forgotten after being beaten last night hid in the dark corner of the door, looking viciously at her husband on the bed.

... to die, to die!