Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Jade is not the best jade, but an antique..." Lou Zhao pointed to the jade flute and asked Qing Huan, "How old do you think it is?"

Qing Huan picked it up, and before she could take a closer look, she heard an exclamation from the other side - "It's turned black!"

Qing Huan looked over - it turned out that the bones just now started to turn black...

"Not good!" Qing Huan was surprised: "Find a roof to cover it, preferably black!"

Lou Zhao immediately ordered people to do it—fortunately, the ceiling on the construction site is still prepared, although it is not pure black, but dark gray is not far from it.

"What's going on here?" Lou Zhao asked Qing Huan.

"These skeletons... are not ordinary skeletons..." Qing Huan said with a frown.

"What kind of skeleton is that?"

Qing Huan didn't answer, and put the jade flute in his hand to Lou Zhao, walked to the front of the huge pothole, jumped down, squatted down, and began to rummage through the bones with a stick at the side, and his brow It wrinkled even tighter, as if it had discovered something extraordinary...

Lou Zhao rarely squatted down next to the pit without any image, and asked Qing Huan in the pit, "How is it? What happened to these skeletons?"

Qing Huan looked up at him: "These skeletons were no longer human..."

"what is that?"

"The walking dead, arguably... 'zombies.'"

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"Why... this flute appeared among a pile of zombie corpses..." Qing Huan murmured while lying on the table, looking at the flute in front of her.

"This flute looks very ordinary, could it be just a coincidence?" Lou Zhao asked.

"I always feel that this flute is the key..."

"Would you like to play it?" Lou Zhao reached out to get the flute, but was stopped by Qing Huan——

"This ancient musical instrument must not make any sound. Once it makes a sound, the spirit attached to it may be awakened, and the consequences will be disastrous." Qing Huan said.

"So evil?" Lou Zhao withdrew his hand: "You don't have experience when you say that?"

"There are some things that don't need to be tried in person." But let alone, he was really hurt by it—by the way, how long will it take for the pipa to exert its effect on him—he will forget it... just don't know, Now that he has changed his body, will the effect change...

Just when Qing Huan was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the room——

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Lou Zhao's secretary came in.

"Mr. Shao, I found everything I could find." The secretary carefully placed a stack of old books on the table.

Lou Zhao glanced: "Okay, you go out."

"Yes."

The secretary turned away and closed the door gently.

Lou Zhao pushed the stack of books in front of Qing Huan: "What you want."

That stack of books is the historical chronicles, local chronicles, and some miscellaneous books of unofficial history in this area—not to mention the Internet, even the regular local libraries may not be able to find these things. This is the way through Louzhao. Borrowed from an acquaintance.

So the next hour was spent between Qing Huan looking for information and Lou Zhao staring at Qing Huan...

Every time Qing Huan found a useful place, he used the sticks on the side to hold it. When he finished reading all the materials, he raised his head and frowned at Shanglou Zhao's dark eyes: "I'm back to my senses." , Mr. Lou."

Lou Zhao's eyes were full of smiles: "To be honest, Mr. Xiao's face is far from the original one... But, it looks more and more pleasing to the eye."

"Mr. Lou, if he has such a lust, he can find a lot of people, so don't make a mistake." Qing Huan snorted coldly.

"Why are you so alien, you can just call me by my name, it's a courtesy, how about I call you by your name, Qing Huan?" Lou Zhao said Qing Huan's name, the pronunciation of those two words was especially low and gentle.

Qing Huan got goosebumps when she heard it, and frowned, "Why is my name so strange when it comes out of your mouth..."

"Have it?"

"Okay, let's get down to business." Qing Huan straightened his face, and showed Lou Zhao the pages of the book held between sticks: "Here, here, and here, it is mentioned that it is two hundred miles southwest of City A. There is a village called Guiyao in the same place, this village cultivates sericulture, is self-sufficient, and has little contact with the outside world.”

"Return to Yao..."

Qing Huan turned to another page, and there was a map on that page. The map was roughly depicted, and it was roughly an outline. Qing Huan pointed to a black dot on the lower right: "It should be here, Gui Yao... If it is this The painting of Fang Xiang should be right here... The piece of land you bought turned out to be where Gui Yao's village is located..."

"However, there is nothing but trees and weeds there, so how could it be a village?" Lou Zhao felt incredulous.

"Guiyao Village has existed for hundreds of years, and it didn't come to an end until 100 years ago. Here I see three theories," Qing Huan pointed out each mentioned place to Lou Zhao: "One is here , mentioned the epidemic infection, and here, it talked about the three-day fire, and here it talked about the evil spirits that fell from the sky, and there was no survivor... But the evil spirits are all unofficial miscellaneous notes, and the official ones are generally It is recorded that the village was destroyed by fire, and the very few mentions of the epidemic are also mentioned..."

"It's different, that means there must be fakes..." Lou Zhao rubbed his chin and said.

"Or," Qing Huan tapped her fingers on the table, "there may be some real parts."

"What do you mean?"

"So many official documents mention that the fire turned the whole village into ashes, so the fire is very likely to be true, but it happened later. That is to say, the fire was not the cause of the village's demise." Qing Huan Continue to explain: "Those skeletons were paintings of zombies before they died, so the evil spirits from the sky are real. If the evil spirits are not wrong, this is the real reason for the demise of Guiyao Village. As for the fire, it is the spread of zombie viruses Afterwards, this three-day fire may just be a thorough cleaning and ending."

Lou Zhao nodded: "If you follow what you said, then everything will be smooth... Zombie poison infected the villagers, brought disaster, and then ended everything in a fire..."

Qing cheered and let out a sigh of relief: "No, there are actually two biggest doubts."

"what?"

"First, there is no reason. Where did the zombie poison come from? Even if it is a disaster from heaven, there is a reason, right? Second, the zombies cannot be extinguished by a big fire. Besides, the skeletons we saw were clearly not burnt to death. , then how they were eliminated is another doubt..."

Seeing that Qing Huan's gaze moved to the jade flute again, Lou Zhao asked, "Do you still think it has something to do with the flute?"

"I just think that the flute appears too abruptly... There must be something wrong..." Qing Huan looked at Lou Zhao: "Do you remember that I told you that I listened to the flute all night last night?" ?”

"Of course I remember... don't you mean that the sound of the flute you heard... came from this flute?" Lou Zhao frowned strangely: "The flute is buried so deep, how could you hear it? Even if you have good hearing It's really that good, who played the flute? Could it be those zombie skeletons?"

Qing Huan leaned on the back of the chair and sighed: "I used to be very easy to attract these ghosts, but now that I have changed my body, I still can't avoid it... Think about it, since I can hear it, then this flute... ...surely there are oddities..."

Seeing Qing Huan's troubled look, Lou Zhao smiled slightly: "Forget it, don't think about it, it's not a big deal, I've already called the police, let the police deal with it, it doesn't matter if the resort is not built..."

Qing Huan rubbed her eyebrows: "Lou Zhao, can you go out for a while? I want to stay alone for a while."

Hearing Qing Huan call his name, Lou Zhao softened his heart and nodded: "Okay, I'll go out first, if you need me, I'll be downstairs."

"Ah."

Watching Lou Zhao go out, the door was closed, and hearing Lou Zhao's footsteps going away, Qing Huan put his gaze back on the flute in front of him, hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the flute, The fingertips gently touched the smooth surface... There seemed to be a kind of attraction, attracting him...

Qing Huan took a deep breath, brought the jade flute to her lips, and let out a breath...

The picture in front of me suddenly became chaotic, and then the surrounding sounds seemed to stagnate, until the sound of a flute came from far to near, and it was no longer a modern study in front of me, but a shrub forest shrouded in moonlight and mist...

The fog cleared and he saw...

The thin boy in purple clothes appeared, he was playing the flute while slowly backing away, looking forward - and under the mottled tree shadows, a group of people staggered slowly but orderly towards the direction of the boy , Under the reflection of the moonlight, those "people" are dressed in ragged clothes, their bare skin is mixed with blood and dirt, their eyes are dull, like puppets... They are already walking dead, just following the sound of the young man's flute - behind the young man is A silvery lake, but the boy didn't stop, he still moved back, the lake overflowed the boy's bare feet, calves, thighs, waist... The boy's cold eyes stared at the walking dead in front of him without any hesitation. , Watching them follow him down the lake... The lake finally overflowed the boy's chin, nose, eyes, and head... The boy had already sunk into the lake, but the sound of the flute was still coming out from the bottom of the lake... Until, all All the walking corpses sank to the bottom of the lake, and the sound of the flute gradually died down...