Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Where did he guess wrong?

Ding Mu thought about it, recalled his narration method, and found nothing wrong, so he decided to finish his own words first regardless of the person's expression.

"The mayor shouldn't be doing much to A's mother's death, but as the mayor, he is also the most powerful person in the town. After I found out that there will be a cycle every once in a while, I think, The person who sits in the position of mayor should not be fixed, there must be a few definite candidates who will become the new mayor after the original mayor disappears." He continued, slowly summarizing his findings. Repeatedly, "But this person must be the one in the whole town who has maintained his physical condition for the longest time, otherwise he will easily be negligent during the change of term. He must ensure that he is in human form when the next mayor arrives."

"How much do you know about the local gods in this small town?" Erdong Chen asked abruptly.

"I learned about a god from Mrs. Yang. She said it was the water god in the small town. She said that the water god was offended by outsiders and people in the town, so he vented his anger on everyone in the town, and let everyone This place is filled with dense fog all the year round, but I think the gray fog here has little to do with the water god going crazy, after all, there is only one recognized god in Yinshan Mountain, so I suspect that the so-called water god is an evil god."

Heze God is the only god recognized in Yinshan, even though they are now split into two.

Whether it is the black dragon or other gods imprisoned here, they are not gods in essence, they are just gods imprisoned in, no matter how powerful they are, they are just prisoners. One day locked up here, one stays a prisoner.

"Have you seen the photos here? It's the kind of group photo, the one with many people." Er Dongchen asked suddenly, with no beginning and no end, and it didn't match his last question at all.

Ding Mu shook his head and said, "No, since I came here I rarely saw photos here, let alone ones with portraits."

The reason... Maybe it is to prevent outsiders from seeing the changes in their bodies and the disorganization of their family members.

He couldn't tell what was wrong with that reason.

He recalled the time when he hadn’t discovered the falsity of this world, and saw the subconscious tension on Mrs. Yang’s face, her defense against him, and her concern about whether Jia and Jia’s mother leaked Huawu.

Her fingers slightly grasping her clothes, her hair moving from time to time, and her trembling eyes looking out of the window all seemed to indicate a problem. She was very concerned about what she was talking about, and she was afraid that he would guess something. question.

"I have it here." Er Dongchen took out a photo with a torn edge from his pocket.

There was no reason why he should not answer the message sent up. Ding Mu reached out and took the photo. He didn't know if it was real or not, but he was not afraid of losing it if he looked at it.

The man pointed his finger at the center of the photo and said, "This is the mayor, and the one beside you is the one you pressed to death, his nephew."

Ding Mu didn't know why they all thought that he had pressed the mayor's nephew to death. Could it be that the mayor's nephew couldn't help beating so hard that he killed him all at once?Although it looked quite painful, I could still catch my breath for a while, so I wouldn't die so soon.

Either the townspeople's cause of death would have been changed by something else, or there was something wrong with what they saw.

He opened his mouth, but saw Er Dong Chen slightly shaking his head at him.

Do not say.

That's what those eyes mean.

After he understood it, he shut his mouth and looked at the photo carefully.

At the top of the photo was a half-burnt title, and a few blurred characters appeared from the cracks in the black paper: "**Cooperative Commemoration*Photo", he guessed, this was a discussion between the mayor and some people in the town The memorial after finishing the work, I don't know why it was burned like this.

Except for some places in the corners and the faces of some people were burnt black, there is basically nothing bad about it, and the faces of those people can be vaguely seen.

The black, short and fat man standing in the middle of the photo is the mayor. His face is very mediocre. This is a face that doesn't disobey no matter where he looks, no matter if he is tall or short, Fat and thin, male and female, old and young, no matter which head looks real, there is no fault or fault.

Standing with this ordinary-looking mayor is the mayor's nephew. He looks much more recognizable than the mayor. He is tall, fair, with black eyes and sunken cheeks. He looks like he has stayed up late for eight years. , even if the face is not deformed, it doesn't look very good-looking, at most it is a little sharper than the mayor's slickness.

"You mean this is a group photo of what they were doing?" Er Dongchen said, "There will be a reward for guessing right."

"What reward?" Ding Mu glanced at him and shook his head, "I'm not your scabbard."

The smile on Er Dongchen's face faded slightly, and he vaguely showed his ferocious look again. He seemed to have noticed it, and quickly cleaned up his mood, continued to smile, and said, "I look so much like him." Like, you shouldn't be afraid of me."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly put away the expression on his face. He looked a little annoyed. I don't know if he was annoyed that he said such a thing that was almost as good as being someone else's substitute, or he was worried that one day he would do it willingly. A face similar to Hara Katana was admitted.

He hated the look, but he didn't seem to hate it that much.

He glanced at the young man who was looking at the photo carefully, and the expression on his face became confused, and there was a sense of mysterious joy in the face that looked particularly fierce because he didn't smile.

He didn't know whether he hated it now or didn't hate it.