The most special thing is that there is a small bronze necklace hanging around the neck of this Tianzhu statue. I carefully took it off and took a look, and found that the pendant of this necklace was a bronze diamond-shaped thing.

It looked familiar to me, but when I thought about it carefully, I was shocked!

Why is it exactly the same as the pendant of Princess Three Thousand?

When I was at the Gate of Hell, I saw the pendant of Three Thousand Princesses from Brother Earphones. It was also a bronze rhombus, but the one I saw now was much smaller, but it looked exactly the same.

Is it possible that the Three Thousand Princess also has some connection with Tianzhuang?

I tried my best to suppress my rapid heartbeat and continued to survey the scene carefully. I thought it was just an ordinary case in the occult world, but I didn't expect that one link after another would be related to me again.

But it wasn't over yet. When I dug out a photo in the drawer, I was stunned again.

The photo was of the deceased and a boy. What was strange was that the boy was wearing a woman's skirt.

In the photo, the deceased smiled very brightly, but the young man in the skirt had a dull expression, and there was a chilling gloominess in his eyes.

What touched my nerves was not just this young man’s weird outfit, but the fact that I knew this person!

Wang Jin!

Back in school, when I went to investigate two freshmen, this man named Wang Jin was sketching the image of yin and yang piles with a pen. When he saw me, he suddenly fell down and committed suicide (see Chapter 39 of this book for details)

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This matter is still a mystery until now. I had gradually forgotten about it, but now he appears here again!

"This is the younger brother of the deceased. He committed suicide by jumping off a building at school about two years ago. His name is..." Sun Sui saw me staring at the photo in a daze, and quickly introduced me to the person in the photo.

I interrupted him and said slowly, "My name is Wang Jin. He transferred to a certain university in Sichuan two years ago and committed suicide by jumping off a building a few days after transferring."

Sun Sui was stunned, "How did you know?"

I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, "Because I was the last person to come into contact with him at that time, and he suddenly jumped off the building in front of me..."

"It turns out that person is you!"

Sun Sui looked at me in surprise, "I hadn't been transferred here at that time, but when I was cleaning up some files, I noticed the two falling incidents. Although all the evidence pointed out that this was just an ordinary accident.

It was a falling death case, but I have always felt that there was something fishy about this matter. I didn’t expect that you were the last person who came into contact with him!”

I nodded, holding the diamond-shaped pendant tightly in my hand, and went through the whole thing in my mind from beginning to end.

The gate of hell opened, strange things happened in the village, and Wang Jin fell from the building to investigate Zhang Ya. When he returned to Niutou Village, he saw the yin and yang statue here again, and the Wang Jin who jumped from the building happened to be

The deceased's brother and sister are also a mysterious figure who worships the yin and yang pile.

This series of seemingly unrelated things, when I think about it carefully, I find that one of them is linked to another, and the occurrence of each thing is not a coincidence at all, but inevitable!

"Officer Sun, is the deceased's hometown far from here?" I asked Sun Sui after thinking for a while.

Sun Sui thought for a while and said, "It's not too far. It only takes more than three hours to drive. However, after getting off the bus, you still have to walk on the mountain road for an hour."

I nodded, "Can you take me there now?"

"Going right now?"

"Yes, now!"

On the way, my mind was in a mess. I always felt like there was an invisible and intangible hand behind my back, which was always controlling everything. It was like a big net, covering my head at all times. As long as the time was right,

That big net will swallow me up...

Wang Ping's hometown is a very remote mountain village. After Sun Sui and I got off the car, we started walking in the dark along a rugged mountain road. Before dawn, we finally saw the small mountain village.

From a distance, I could tell that something was not right about this small mountain village. The whole village was shrouded in a thin layer of mist. And I used mystical skills to find that there was a faint black color in this layer of mist. This was an obvious sign of ghosts.

The smell is very strong, and the intensity is seriously beyond the normal range. It seems that this village is not clean!

When I walked into the village, I also found that something was wrong. Although people in the village had the habit of getting up early, it was just dawn. I found that the doors of every house were open, but I didn’t see a single person. The whole village

It was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the crowing of chickens or the barking of dogs.

Along the way, I felt something dark and strange everywhere. As a patrolman, Sun Sui's insight was beyond ordinary people, and he also sensed that something was wrong in the village. However, he was very courageous and did not show any timidity. He only had one hand intentionally or unintentionally.

It was placed on the handle of the gun on the back of the waist.

Wang Ping's home is a lonely earthen house on a slope at the east end of the village. The vegetable fields in front of and behind the house are overgrown with weeds, and the fence in the yard is in tatters.

Seeing this scene, it is difficult to associate an urban beauty with this place. The selfie on Wang Ping's mobile phone is youthful and beautiful, dressed sexy and fashionable. No one can imagine that she came from here, and how many people are there in the city now

Are they the same as Wang Ping?

Behind the glamor that everyone strives to show off is the dilapidated poverty and bloody reality.

The door of her house was ajar and not closed. I also noticed that there was no lock on the door. But looking at this dilapidated mud house, I thought there was no need for a padlock. I was afraid that thieves would not be able to find anything if they came in.

Take action.

Sun Sui knocked politely on the door. There was no reply, but there was a faint rustling sound.

Sun Sui and I looked at each other, tacitly warning ourselves, and then slowly pushed the door open.

A musty smell immediately hit my nose, and the room was even more dilapidated. There was not even a decent piece of furniture, not even an electric light. There was only a dim oil lamp hanging on the wall, emitting a negligible dim light, which made this place even more disturbing.

The already dilapidated house adds a bit of desolation.

"Are you a guest? There is water in the bucket at the door, and there are a few rice bran buns in the pot. If you are thirsty or hungry, please help yourself."

An old and hoarse voice came from the back room.

Sun Sui coughed twice and said, "Mother-in-law, we are on patrol and want to find out about the situation from you."

After the room was quiet for a moment, an old woman, her back hunched, slowly walked out of the back room.

The old woman was in ragged clothes and skinny, but she took care of herself very well. She still held a string of Buddhist beads in her hand. Her eyes could no longer show any sparkle. She was completely overwhelmed by poverty and successive bereavements.

This rural woman.

After learning our purpose, the old woman did not show any strange expression, but looked calm. That kind of calm was not ordinary calm, but a kind of calm that was almost numb.

Sun Sui and I didn't ask her too many questions because we really couldn't bear to let this old woman mention these sad things again. We just carefully inspected Wang Ping and Wang Jin's room.

I found a shabby photo album in the room. It was full of photos of Wang Ping and Wang Jin. It can be seen that they have a very good relationship. Even though the siblings are adults, they can be seen from the two beds placed in the room.

However, they still lived in the same room because there was really no more room for them to live separately.

This photo album records the growth of the two siblings. I found that just three years ago, Wang Jindu was relatively normal. In the photo, he and his sister were smiling brightly with their arms around their necks.

But as time went on, something became more and more wrong. Wang Jin's expression in the photos began to look gloomy. In the end, in almost every photo of the siblings together, Wang Jin was wearing a woman's skirt.

But Wang Ping was smiling as always. I don't know what happened during that time, which was enough to turn a normal big boy into another person.

In a red leather wooden box under the bed, we found many sketches, all of which, without exception, were yin and yang piles.

It can be seen that it is the handwriting of two people, which shows that Wang Ping also liked to draw yin and yang piles during his lifetime.

Other than these, nothing unusual was found. When we left, Officer Sun and I took out all the cash we had and secretly put it in the small cloth bag hanging at the door.

The old woman did not get up to see off the guests. Instead, she sat in the room, twirling Buddhist beads in her hand, muttering something, and looking at a photo of the two siblings when they were children.

After leaving the old woman's house, I felt quite uncomfortable. I had no way of knowing or feeling the old woman's mood. After being extremely sad, what was left was numbness.

The greatest sorrow for a person is that the body is alive but the heart is dead.

After walking far away, I couldn't help but look back and saw that the old woman was squatting at the door, lighting incense and mumbling something before burning it.

Although I couldn't hear what she was saying, I could guess something like: Girl, Yazi, wife, go home for dinner...

We originally planned to inquire about Wang Ping in the village, but found that this village was particularly strange. Although every household had their doors open, no one could be seen.

In the end, we had to walk into a house that looked relatively good in the local area, and found that there were no lights on, the windows had the curtains drawn, and the light was extremely dark.

"Is anyone at home?" Sun Sui called from inside the house.

After a while, a voice suddenly appeared behind us, "Who are you looking for?"

Sun Sui and I were frightened, and turned around quickly to see an old man appearing behind us at some point, staring at us with a gloomy expression.

"Hello, uncle, we are from the Public Security Bureau and would like to find out something from you..." Sun Sui quickly expressed his intention and politely handed over a cigarette.

The old man stared at Sun Sui for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, mechanically took the cigarette, put it in front of his nose and sniffed, and then said slowly, "Thank you."

"Uncle, do you know Wang Ping from the east end of the village?" I asked.

The old man did not light the cigarette, but put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. While sniffing, he slowly squatted on the ground. There was a stool next to him, but he did not sit on it.

After a long while, the old man slowly said, "Wang Ping, I know you. From the same village, how could you not know her?"

Just when I wanted to continue asking him something, a sinister flash suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said with an extremely weird emphasis, "She is the evil spirit in the village and has harmed everyone in the village. How could I not recognize her!"
Chapter completed!