Chapter 100 Magical Doctor Village [10] Mysterious Village, Strange Things
Village Chief Ge's house is a three-story self-built house. Go up the stairs and enter the living room. There are three rooms on the left, side by side. Chief Ge assigned them the three rooms on the right.
There are stars outside and the light inside is dim.
"Knock knock."
Mo Qing knocked on the door twice.
No one opened the door.
Mo Qing listened, but couldn't hear the slightest sound.
After waiting for a while, Mo Qing lost his patience and reached out to twist the door handle. He heard a "click" sound and the door opened.
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment.
The light was very dim, but Mo Qing could see clearly. She glanced at it and the indoor environment was clear at a glance.
The room was not big, with only one bed and no wardrobe. Drawing boards and backpacks were placed in the corner. The windows were open, the wind was pouring in, and it was slightly cold, but there was no one there.
Where are people?
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, Mo Qing heard a slight noise coming from outside. She looked sideways and saw a person jumping on the window ledge.
He was half-crouching, raised his head, and glanced inside. When he saw Mo Qing, his body froze.
The view inside the house was too dark, and he could only see a person standing at the door.
However, Mo Qing easily recognized him, chuckled, walked in, and closed the door: "You're pretty skilled."
At first hearing this sound, Jiang Ke thought it was an illusion. It wasn't until the man got closer and saw the outline of his figure clearly that he was sure of his thoughts——
That's right, it's Mo Qing.
Every chance encounter has made Jiang Ke accustomed to it, and he can no longer feel any surprise in his heart. However, he does have a little bit of other emotions.
He glanced at Mo Qing and then jumped down from the window.
"Painter Jiang?"
Mo Qing teased with a smile, looking away from him and looking out the window.
Although it is on the third floor, there is a garage next door, which is enough for a foothold. Anyone with some skills can easily sneak in.
Jiang Ke flicked the dust off his elastic sleeves and said, "Yeah."
He is now Painter Jiang, that’s right.
Looking away from the window, Mo Qing looked at the drawing board against the wall and asked lazily: "What are you doing here?"
She didn't believe that Jiang Ke really came to sketch.
"I……"
As soon as Jiang Ke opened his mouth, he saw Mo Qing put his index finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture.
He was stunned for a moment.
Afterwards, Mo Qing took off his backpack, threw it away, and went out again.
Mo Qing waited at the door for a few seconds, and then heard the sound of footsteps downstairs. She casually made a "open the door, close the door" motion, and then Goblin from the next room came out.
Soon, Village Chief Ge came up with a bowl of steamed buns and two plates of side dishes in his hands.
"That's all we can eat in the kitchen." Village Chief Ge said, "We cooked on the fire, but now the fire is out and there is no electricity. It will be inconvenient to start the fire again."
Goblin thought to himself: It is not inconvenient for you to walk at night in the dark.
"It's okay, thank you." Goblin took the steamed buns and side dishes and thanked him.
"Hey, you should." Village Chief Ge nodded with a smile, rubbed his hands, looked at the two of them, and then said kindly, "You guys have a rest first, and call me if you need anything."
That's it.
He turned around and went downstairs again.
His steps were brisk, and in the dark corridor, his steps were actually windy.
"There's not even a candle, and he's not afraid of falling." When Mayor Ge disappeared, Goblin couldn't help but complain, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.
As soon as he took a bite, Goblin's expression changed drastically: "Ah bah -"
He vomited the whole bun in one gulp.
"What are these? It's as hard as a rock." Goblin spat out the buns and rubbed his cheeks. "It almost knocked out my teeth."
Frowning, he threw the steamed bun back into the basin and turned to Mo Qing and said, "Don't eat it, it's hard to swallow. I stuffed two packets of biscuits in your bag, just eat that one."
"Um."
Mo Qing was really not interested in these hard steamed buns.
Goblin said: "Hey, should we discuss-"
"Let's talk tomorrow morning."
After saying a few words, Mo Qing entered the door of the room against the wall again.
Goblin turned back, and when he closed the door, he remembered: Hey, didn't Mo Qing live in the middle room?
He scratched his head, but when he listened carefully, nothing happened, so he just thought he was overthinking and didn't take it seriously. He put the steamed bun aside and went to look for something to eat in his bag.
——Fortunately, he was afraid of being acclimatized, so he brought a lot of food with him.
*
Meanwhile, another room.
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke looked at each other.
Jiang Ke stood by the window. The only light fell on him, vaguely illuminating his outline. His body was upright and hidden in the darkness.
His hair seems to be longer, slightly covering his eyebrows, and his temperament is a little less pretentious. He is obviously more easy-going and casual, and has a somewhat free and loose temperament.
He switched between his roles as artist and president very well.
The light in the room was too dark, and each other couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but even in such darkness, they could clearly feel each other's gaze.
They haven't seen each other for two months.
After a long period of silence, the two of them suddenly felt blessed and spoke together.
Mo Qing: "What happened this time?"
Jiang Ke: "What are you doing here?"
Two voices suddenly sounded in the silent room. Both of them paused, and then looked at each other leisurely.
Jiang Ke: "Come and sketch."
Mo Qing: "Come and play."
Again in unison.
"..."
"..."
A very tacit answer, a tacit lie, and an extremely hypocritical reason.
The two of them each glanced at each other, and even if they couldn't see the eyes, they could read a little "contempt" from the other person.
Mo Qing shrugged and told the truth: "I'm on a mission to investigate the situation in this village."
"Me too." Jiang Ke no longer concealed anything, "I received a commission to investigate the situation in this village."
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "Whose commission?"
"A dead man." Jiang Ke paused and added, "It's not convenient to say for the time being."
"Okay." Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, leaned against the wall, folded his arms, "What did you just do?"
"Get familiar with the environment."
"Any clues?"
With one hand in his pocket, Jiang Ke leaned against the window and took a look outside. Then, he closed the curtains.
The light in the room became dimmer, and it was pitch black.
He looked in the direction of Mo Qing and said: "Except that the people in this village live like ghosts, they dare not see people because of the sores on their bodies during the day, and wander around at night because their eyesight has improved, there are no other clues."
"..." Mo Qing didn't move, thought for a moment, and asked, "When did you arrive?"
Jiang Ke said: "Two or three hours ahead of you."
In fact, Jiang Ke set off later than Mo Qing and Goblin.
However, Goblin did not dare to drive and kept the speed very slow. But Jiang Ke was a "poor college student", so he bumped into the car halfway, and the other party ran rampant on the mountain road, and the speed took off.
If Jiang Ke hadn't got off the car halfway and walked a while, playing the role of "lost painter", he would have arrived at one or two in the afternoon.
"It wasn't dark when you arrived, right?" Mo Qing squinted his eyes.
"No."
"What's it like during the day?"
"There is no living person, just like..." Jiang Ke pondered for a moment, thinking of the scene when he first arrived in Gejia Village, and gave two words in an understatement, "Living Ghost Village."
Mo Qing's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Except for Village Chief Ge, every household in the village has its doors closed, and not a single living person can be seen." At this point, Jiang Ke glanced toward the window again, "As soon as evening comes, they start to go out for fun. I guess they know
There are outsiders around, so no one is walking around."
Mo Qing continued to ask: "They stay indoors during the day because they have sores on their bodies?"
"I don't know. It's possible..." Jiang Ke said for a moment, with a hint of coolness in his tone, "It's because he can't see the light of day."
Mo Qing's eyes flashed.
She vaguely felt that Jiang Ke might know more.
However, let’s wait until tomorrow to see it in person.
"Okay." Mo Qing opened the door, paused for a moment, and looked back at Jiang Ke, "Do we want to communicate with each other?"
"..." Jiang Ke didn't expect her to leave after she finished speaking. He pursed his lower lip, but after a while, he swallowed all the words of restraint and just nodded slightly, "Yeah."
*
At dawn the next day, the sky was dark and deep, with only one or two stars left, and a crescent moon hung in the east.
Mo Qing was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by a knock on the door.
She sat up and frowned.
After a long pause, Mo Qing impatiently opened the quilt, put on his shoes, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Goblin knocked on the door very gently, seemingly very cautiously, with his waist slightly bent, and his expression full of alertness. He continued to knock on the door, and suddenly saw the door being opened, and he was startled.
"ah--"
A scream was about to burst out of his throat, but the next moment, Goblin quickly covered his mouth.
He swallowed the scream hard.
Mo Qing asked slightly irritably: "What to do?"
She was a little annoyed to wake up.
"This way." Goblin's voice was soft, as if he were a thief, and he pointed in the direction of the balcony of the living room, "I can't tell clearly, come with me to take a look."
Mo Qing frowned.
However, she did not turn around and go back. After glancing at Goblin, she went straight to the living room balcony.
Although she walked very smoothly and did not deliberately step lightly, she could walk quietly as long as she wanted to.
Goblin followed Mo Qing on tiptoe. When Mo Qing strode towards the window, he suddenly grabbed Mo Qing's wrist: "Hey, wait a minute."
He pointed to the wall next to the balcony and then pointed outside, wagging his fingers to indicate that he could not go to the balcony.
Mo Qing had already heard some noise at this moment.
She did not insist on walking to the balcony, but took half a step back, leaned against the wall next to the balcony, then slowly poked her head out and glanced around.
Outside the self-built house of the village chief's house, there is a large field. Because it is not time to plant rice, it is all deserted and no one touches it. But at this moment, that field is full of people.
They gathered together, about thirty or forty men, ranging from old men to children.
However, everyone wrapped their bodies tightly, from their head to their necks to their hands, all exposed skin was covered.
Among them, there was a table with a few candles erected, and a man in Taoist uniform holding a mahogany sword, dancing like crazy, in a stylish way.
There are still words in his mouth.
Mo Qing understood: "How?"
"Yes." Goblin nodded and touched his chin with his hand, "Let me tell you, Village Chief Ge treated me very well and enthusiastically on the phone. But when he saw me, his attitude changed.
I didn’t expect that there would be competition from my peers.”
"I think..." Mo Qing paused.
"What?" Goblin waited for Mo Qing's analysis.
Mo Qing glanced at his blond hair and said, "Village Chief Ge's bad attitude toward you is entirely because of your blond hair."
"..."
Goblin was stunned for a while, then raised his hand to grab the hair he wanted, and pulled out a few golden strands. He sighed.
——Miscalculation.
——The golden-haired little Taoist priest, who would believe it?
"As long as you don't feel guilty, no one will doubt your identity." Mo Qing comforted him casually, and then said, "Your Taoist certificate was also obtained by the base?"
"No way. It's genuine." Goblin Bel said proudly, "I got it when I was eighteen."
"..."
"Our last minister was the one who adopted me, an old Taoist priest. He was a perfect match for him in our department, ugh, good guy." Goblin said, "Who can say that our department does not engage in feudal superstition?
letter?"
"……"really.
Goblin continued: "That's why I keep my Taoist certificate hidden away. I don't usually take it out except for important occasions like this."
Mo tilted his head at him: "When I was here before, your department was labeled as 'feudal and superstitious'. This time, you have made the last remaining sense of existence of your department disappear."
"..."
Goblin's eyes widened in shock.
He felt like countless knives had been stabbed into his chest by Mo Qing, and he was almost suffocated by her stabs.
After a while, Goblin deceived himself:
——It doesn’t matter, now Mo Qing is hurting his department so badly, won’t he still have to be a member of their department in the future?
——Will she dare to harm herself then?
After observing behind the wall for a while, Mo Qing became bored and asked Goblin: "When did you find out?"
"About ten minutes ago." Goblin whispered. "I got up at night. When I came back, I took a look outside the balcony. There were so many people there that they almost scared me out of my wits."
"oh."
Mo Qing was cold and heartless, without a word of comfort.
"I just remembered. Their whole village has skin sores. It probably has the most to do with their eating habits. We'd better not touch anything we eat or drink." Goblin said, "The dry food we brought here is probably enough."
It’ll last two or three days.”
Mo Qing was noncommittal.
Goblin asked: "Where are you going to start?"
Mo Tingting casually twisted his wrist and said lightly: "See the patient first."
Ghost village?
A hundred years ago, she saw countless dead people, but never the undead.
If there really were "ghosts", that era might have turned into what kind of hell it would have been.
A hundred years later, the one who can truly be called a "ghost" will probably be her who has traveled directly through a hundred years and is still standing here as a living person.
