What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

The three people in the room breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the sound of the wooden door turning and closing tightly.

"Just Nima's long-winded."

However, just as the other party closed the door with his front foot, Su Zhao walked to the door with his back foot, slowly pushed aside the bolt, and opened a gap in the wooden door.

"and many more."

Zhao Ya hurriedly stopped Su Zhao's dangerous behavior, and said anxiously, "Didn't you hear what he said just now? We can't go out, we can't peek, now we're trapped here..."

"I heard it."

Su Zhao replied solemnly, "The old village party secretary seems to be saying that we can't go out to peek, right? Do we have to peek? Then I can just go out to peek? It's like not paying money after whoring Legally, it does not constitute prostitution.”

"This……"

Zhao Ya thought about it carefully, and felt that what Su Zhao said was quite right. She couldn't find anything to refute for a while, so she had to reluctantly agree to the other party's request, "What if I get smashed?"

"That would be the best. I can finally persecute it well. No, aren't we here to reveal the horrible secret behind this village? If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch a tiger's cub. Of course, I don't mean bestiality here."

"It's okay, I didn't think about that either."

The white-haired little loli raised her hand and said, "After all, it's a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, so it's normal to have a lot of water."

"What time is it, you two are still in the mood to drive there!"

Seeing that Su Zhao had opened the door and walked out, Zhao Ya hurriedly followed, and couldn't help but sweat for him.

Walking into the empty courtyard, their eyes first focused on the door in front of the main hall of the old dean's house.

The door was not closed, but was ajar, and the inside was pitch black, as if some ulterior secret was hidden.

Zhao Ya took out a pistol, but Su Zhao took the first step and opened the door directly.

There was no perverted murderer rushing out with a murder weapon in it, and Su Zhao even felt a little bit disappointed, as if his sense of anticipation had been dashed in an instant.

There was only a dark old coffin in the hall, revealing an ominous smell.

Suona, trumpets, and white filial piety were hung on the side, but the room was not arranged like a mourning hall.

"Who would a normal person put a black coffin in his home?"

After Zhao Ya came in, she didn't expect that there was a black coffin inside, so she walked up to look at the suspicious black coffin suspiciously, stretched out her foot and kicked it.

However, there was no surprise in the tightly closed coffin, so Zhao Ya temporarily relaxed his vigilance.

But Su Zhao was not idle, and put one hand on the coffin cover and lifted it vigorously.

With a loud bang, the dust billowed, and the heavy coffin board was knocked over by him on the ground, immediately filled with a burst of dust.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Zhao Ya waved away the dust in front of her eyes and complained, "What do you want to do?"

Su Zhao stared at the dead body lying in the coffin, frowned, and said, "This corpse... is a bit weird."

"eccentric?"

Zhao Ya also turned her head and took a look, but she froze in place after just taking a look.

The village chief who was still alive and leading them to the cave just now was lying lifeless in the coffin, his body was covered with corpse spots, and his skin was as gray as a corpse.She suddenly felt bad, and asked quickly, "Wait, if the village chief died a long time ago, who is the person who brought us in just now?"

"good question."

The little white-haired Lolita said excitedly, "Obviously we have encountered a ghost."

"ghost?"

Zhao Ya's heart tightened instantly, and she asked cautiously, "Then what should I do? Can the gun in my hand be able to deal with them? Why don't we retreat first and call the army to come over and get on the tank? I don't believe that these ghosts can fight against them." Holds 120mm shells."

"Don't worry."

Su Zhao waved his hand, signaling Zhao Ya not to be nervous, and explained, "When we meet later, you can shoot the old village head directly in the head, don't you know? If he is not dead, then he must be a ghost. If If he is dead, then he is a ghost that can be robbed and beaten to death."

Zhao Ya took a closer look, and felt that what Su Zhao said seemed quite reasonable.

At this moment, the mournful sound of trumpet and suona playing suddenly came from outside, and the sound was endless.In the dark, weird and quiet village at night, there is an ominous meaning.

Zhao Ya's complexion changed suddenly, and the sound of mourning and music was getting closer and closer.Su Zhao walked to the window and gently pushed open a gap, just in time to see a strange funeral procession carrying the coffin, slowly passing by the door of the village chief's house.

"Funeral at night?"

Zhao Ya's face was pale. It was also the first time she had seen a scene comparable to the plot of a horror movie in reality. White paper money was flying in the village under the moonlight. Everyone in the funeral procession was pale and stiff.

Sure enough, the village is not peaceful. Su Zhao’s disappointed heart finally has a little expectation. This is like the plot that should be in a horror story copy. Otherwise, there will be no movement or trouble all night, and the protagonist will be bored Panic.

She looked at Su Zhao who was eager to try, ready to go out, stopped him quickly, and said anxiously, "Wait, what are you going to do?"

Su Zhao pointed to the mourning drum team and said, "I want to get in."

"are you crazy?"

Zhao Ya couldn't help sweating for him, "The funeral procession at night doesn't look right, and how do you want to get involved?"

"a piece of cake."

Su Zhao picked up the suona on the table and said seriously, "It's okay. I worked as a summer worker in a funeral parlor when I graduated from senior year of high school. My suona played like a thief. Today I will show them what is called a suona sound, Dad Mom raises for nothing."

Chapter 91 God's taste is unique

The reason for the slow update in these two days is that I went to Shenzhen and got a blue and white English short from a friend’s house. Starting today, the author is also a shit shoveler (with confidence)

Su Zhao took off the white filial robe hanging on the wall, carried a suona, and walked towards the funeral procession without haste.Zhao Ya looked at the back of the other party when he left with concern, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this guy? There is a strange aura everywhere in this village. I suspect that these people are ghosts."

"Be bold, they are actually ghosts. Actually, I think you should be more worried about those villagers."

The white-haired little loli scratched her head, thought for a while, looked at the other party's worried face, and said with relief, "According to my understanding of him 'what can I do, No. I can chase them all over the street."

"..."

Zhao Ya walked cautiously to the gate, poked her head out quietly, and watched a long funeral procession pass by in front of her without a sound. Everyone's face was gray and white like a corpse. Down, it looks gloomy.The person who walked in the front grabbed a stack of yellow paper in his arms expressionlessly, and threw it into the sky, and it fell to the ground like goose feathers and snow.Behind him were people carrying lanterns and playing mourning music. The strong man carrying the coffin was wrapped in a sack, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he walked forward unhurriedly.

There are no photos or coffins on the coffin, and even the information of the undertaker is unknown.

Su Zhao walked in with the suona in his hand, biting the bullet and breaking into the team.

"Borrowed, borrowed."

At this time, the passerby who was walking in the front and throwing the yellow paper finally spoke, and said in a cold and ruthless voice, "When the song is played, the cloth is covered, and the whole village is waiting for the food. Walking, lifting, followed by a piece of white. As soon as the coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, relatives and friends began to cry. Firecrackers rang, suona blew, and the front was carried and the rear was chased."

"Ok?"

Su Zhao was stunned for a moment. Does the funeral in this ghost place closely follow current events?I even looked for the opening words from above, and it turns out that even the ghosts have to keep pace with the times.

"Blow the suona, suona? Oh shit, where is the death of the suona blower? Hurry up and blow it up."

The passerby turned his head and just saw Su Zhao who had sneaked into the mourning team, pointed at him and said impatiently, "You! Yes, yes, it's you! Blow it! Hurry up and blow it up for me!"

Su Zhao asked suspiciously, "...Are you sure?"

The passerby said impatiently, "Hurry up, you can play whatever you like, even the theme song of Doraemon is fine."

"Oh fine."

Su Zhao picked up the suona, originally just wanting to play the suona, but found that he was the only one playing the suona in the whole mourning music team. He took a deep breath and started playing.

"Today is a good day."

"Anything you can think of can come true."

"Today is a good day."

"Open the door and let's welcome the spring breeze."

The faces of the passers-by changed after hearing the tune, while the rest of the funeral procession couldn't help turning their heads to look at the guy in front of him playing the suona and blowing a good day.

"Stop for me."

The passerby panicked, rushed towards Su Zhao immediately, covered Su Zhao's mouth with one hand, hissed softly in his ear, signaling him to keep quiet, and finally blocked the hoarse and mocking suona.

"Hush, be quiet, will you have a funeral?"

Su Zhao raised his head and looked at the guy in front of him. He felt the warmth of a living person in his palm. He frowned and said, "Wait, aren't you a ghost?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm not a ghost. If I were a ghost, I'd tear you to pieces right now. These ghosts can't kill people now. Boy, I used to know a friend who was as good at messing around as you. In the end, we only found a few Except for the fingertips, the other parts were taken and fed to pigs."

"..."

Su Zhao didn't trust the man in front of him, and asked, "Who are you? What's your purpose?"

The man introduced himself solemnly, "My surname is Chai, and I come from a mental hospital. You can call me Dr. Chai."

"you are a doctor?"

Su Zhao looked up and down. The man in front of him was wearing a mask on his mouth and wearing a white mourning dress. Compared with the stiff and strange villagers around him, he seemed more alive.However, the presence of a living person does not mean that the other party is an ally. He frowned suspiciously and said, "But I don't think you look like a doctor? Don't lie to me, my instinct is very accurate."

"You guessed it right."

The other party showed a sly smile, giggled, and said, "Actually, I am a patient named Dr. Chai. And I have a nickname in your police side, called Mori Kogoro."

"Wait, you were the secret informant who called the police when the villa was murdered, but it's not right, why did you appear here? Is there any other secret in the village this time?"

"I fled to this village purely by accident, because I was pretending to be a doctor in the hospital, and when I was seeing a doctor, I said that the patient had nothing else to do. Just buy an urn. I also told the dean because The leader was going to inspect the mortuary, so they pulled out the best-looking corpses and lined up to welcome them. As a result, they grabbed me and sent them to a mental hospital. What was wrong with me? Didn’t I just make suggestions to the hospital? The transportation in the village is inconvenient, and the villagers We want to cross the river, we should donate the corpses in the mortuary as floating corpses. As a result, the hospital found out that I was a mental patient, and immediately sent me back to the mental hospital, and then I escaped."

"Stop, stop."

Su Zhao made a pause gesture, looked at the other party suspiciously, "You..."

Dr. Chai shrugged, "I told you I'm sick, but you just don't believe me, but now is not the time to dwell on this issue."

The other party didn't want to get too entangled in the issue of identity, pointed to the coffin in the middle, and said, "Don't you wonder what is inside the coffin? This is not an ordinary coffin for the dead, but a living coffin. .”

When Su Zhao was mentioned, he suddenly remembered the most important question, "What is a living coffin? Why do they have to hold a funeral in the middle of the night?"

Doctor Chai smiled slightly, "Then have you heard the story of Ximen Baozhi Ye?"

When Su Zhao heard this, he regained his spirit immediately and asked, "You mean that the thing in the coffin is a beautiful girl who was forced to sacrifice?"

"No, no, no, the prisoner is not a beautiful girl."

Dr. Chai said meaningfully, "This 'god' has a unique taste, and the next thing is the scariest part of this village."

Chapter 92 WeChat Moments Collect Likes and Send Urns

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"God's taste is more unique? How unique is it?"

"I do not know."

Dr. Chai shook his head, signaling the funeral procession to move on. In the quiet and dilapidated village, there are probably some unknown and terrifying secrets hidden.Follow the funeral procession, maybe Su Zhao can find the missing child.

dong dong dong.

There was a dull knocking sound from the sealed coffin, as if someone was desperately beating on the coffin cover, but the people around were indifferent and turned a deaf ear.

The team walked to the depths of the village. The village was more tortuous and terrifying than I imagined. There was a rotten smell everywhere. From time to time, one or two corpses of victims eaten by crows could be seen on the side of the road. From time to time, there were villagers with butcher knives Holding a large piece of fat of unknown origin, he stared at the advancing team with a gloomy expression, then turned around and walked slowly into the mansion.

The funeral procession walking under the night was like a group of plague-like horror ghosts, passing through the entire village, and came to an endless mound of graves, one after another endlessly extending to an invisible end .Dr. Chai, who was leading the way, was still chanting. After listening carefully, he realized that the other party was actually singing the creepiest theme song of Internet writers in the funeral procession.

"Cut the chicken, cut the chicken, cut the chicken, cut the chicken~"

Could it be that the person sacrificed in the coffin was an unlucky author who was caught by a village reader after the update and sacrificed alive?

The weird funeral procession haunted the tombs in the wilderness, and finally they stopped in front of a dilapidated large tomb.At this moment, Su Zhao finally saw the children who had disappeared before, each with their hands and feet tied, and placed in front of the dark gap in front of the solitary grave as living tributes for the sacrifice.

The children shook their heads in horror, with tears in the corners of their eyes, anxiously waiting for death to come.

The vermilion coffin was placed in front of the gap in the tomb. The strong man used a crowbar to forcefully pry open the coffin cover. A hand stretched out from inside, but the man beside him firmly grasped the wrist.

Su Zhao was ready to pull out the chainsaw from the system to save people, but Dr. Chai who stepped back suddenly grabbed his wrist and motioned him not to act rashly.

"It's important to save people."

Dr. Chai said comfortingly, "Shh, don't worry."

Then a tall and thick woman in a red wedding dress was forced to be pulled out from inside, screaming like a pig being slaughtered like she was carrying a horrible animal. The most terrifying thing was the face that seemed to be poured with sulfuric acid , directly let Su Zhao dispel the idea of ​​wanting to marry her.

Excuse me, goodbye.

Four or five strong men managed to control her reluctantly, and carried the woman into the cave, tied up in various ways.It is estimated that the opponent is more terrifying, maybe even the evil god can be killed with one punch.

Su Zhao gasped, the other party grabbed him and asked, "What's going on here?"

Dr. Chai stopped and explained in a low voice, "This village has been cursed viciously, and the evil spirit enshrined likes a young 16-year-old pure and white virgin. But which villager would want to sacrifice his heart and soul to this village?" What a thing, so the good-looking ones are marrying far away before their 16th birthday, and they can only sacrifice the remaining bunch of cracked melons and crooked dates to the evil god. If you are evil, what would you think? Anyway, if I were an evil god, I would definitely curse this group of people, except that eating shit tastes like meat, everything else tastes like eating shit.”