This girl and I only met her once. She was in a key university and had a great future, but she was gone just by saying that.
Yapo also has several distant relatives who moved to other places many years ago and rarely interact with each other.
Starting from the day Lao Tian disappeared, strange things happened in the village. Finally, some young people who were not superstitious called the police. People from the county police station came that afternoon.
When I saw the police car, I sneaked out of the crowd.
The police from the Dao County Police Station took Ya Po for treatment and buried her the same day. After visiting and asking, the police learned that a group of outsiders had recently come to the village. They found the landlord, who in turn led them to us.
"You said you are from Beijing? For tourism?"
No notes were taken, so a police officer in his forties asked casually.
There was nothing strange about his head and face, and he glanced at me.
I immediately smiled and said: "Yes, we are from Tongzhou, Beijing. We are also lovers of folk culture and art. We saw the Guizailing ruins on TV last year, so we came to visit and travel."
"By the way, I am friends with Commissioner Yang Dazhi from the County Cultural Relics Administration Bureau. I just came back from him a few days ago."
"oh?"
"Where is the ID card? Let me take a look."
We took out our ID cards one by one, and he frowned and asked, "Northeast, Henan, Fujian, Shandong...are you not from the same place?"
I smiled and said yes, we all come from all over the world.
The driver of the Santana police car was a young police officer with short hair and in his twenties. He returned his ID card to us and said: "After reading this, leave quickly. There was a person missing in Guizailing last year, and he was like you."
Lovers, if you need help with anything, you can..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly became stunned and stared at one place.
I followed his gaze and saw several leather buckets placed in the corner. They were all covered with lids and the color was a bit eye-catching.
It's natural for mice to be afraid of cats. Even though Dou Sprout always purrs, he is a little nervous now, clenching his fists and then subconsciously unclenching them.
"So many barrels? What's in the barrels?" asked the young police officer at the police station.
My heart skipped a beat.
The bucket was full of dry wetsuits... Xiaoxuan had brushed them a few days ago and left them in the bucket untouched.
I smiled and said, "Well, those are all old clothes. There is no electricity here in the winter, so the clothes cannot be washed clean. They have to be soaked for several days. If you don't believe me, ask the landlord."
The landlord stood behind the policeman. He nodded immediately and said, "Yes, there is no electricity here. I haven't paid the electricity bill for several years. I even removed the electricity meter."
"Okay, okay, let's go, Xiao Liu. Let's go back to the hospital for dinner. It was an accidental death. We have to send the old lady to the hospital in the afternoon."
Seeing the two of them turn and leave, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, one foot crossed the threshold. The young police officer suddenly turned around and walked back. As he walked, he said, "Let me take a look."
I was scared out of my wits. Xiaoxuan had a dark face and said nothing, and Dou Sprout looked like he was about to cry.
Before he could think of what to say, the young police officer opened the lid of the bucket.
He looked into the buckets one by one, turned to me, nodded, and left.
Xiaoxuan immediately ran out and took a look, "It's gone."
"Close the door quickly." I said.
I ran over and took a look. What was soaking in the bucket was just ordinary clothes.
What's going on? Where's the borrowed wetsuit?
At this time, he patted me on the head with a smile and said: "Yunfeng, we must never forget our identity. We will never do this again."
Uncle Xue also smiled and said a few words to me.
As for this small detail, I didn't take it seriously at all, but I hid my diving suit in advance. Moreover, if a situation like this happened, he might have thought of what I would say...
If we were really caught, we wouldn't be able to explain it clearly with a hundred words.
You can’t just bring a tank wetsuit and go catch fish in a small pond, right?
No one would believe that there were no fish in the pond. The next step was to find the casing Luoyang shovel in our box under the bed in the house, and then directly arrested us.
After dinner, I was running water in the toilet outside the courtyard when my head suddenly came in. He unbuttoned his pants and said: "Yunfeng, at 3:30, go to the village head alone and wait to get the letter. Don't go back to get it. Just read it.
Burn it and come back and tell me the contents."
"What do you mean head?"
"Don't ask, be careful." He put two drops of water on his head, pocketed his pants and left.
Boss asked me to go to the village to wait at 3:30, but I went there before 3:00.
There is a big willow tree at the entrance of Tiandong Village. In summer, there are many old people enjoying the shade and playing chess under the tree. In winter, there are fewer people. There is just an old man sitting there who is eating and has no teeth. I have never seen him before.
"Have you given me seven meals?" the toothless old man said to me suddenly.
I said I ate it, so what?
He put his hand on the cane and said, "You are so bright, I will give you a thumbs up."
"What?"
"eat me?"
I know Qi means eating. He said Qi means eating. Why are you still eating me? You want to eat people?
It took me a long time to understand that the old man probably meant that you are well dressed, can you give me something to eat? That's what he meant.
Judging from his shabby clothes, he might be a lonely old man in the village who has no one to take care of him. I said he has no food, so I can give you a cigarette.
I gave him a root of Hibiscus King, but the old man was not polite and puffed it up after taking it.
"Rumble..." At this moment, the sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from behind.
"Are you here to get the letter?" the motorcyclist stopped and asked me.
I nodded and said yes.
He took out an envelope from his pocket and gave it to me, "The letter has been delivered. Give me twenty yuan."
I didn't ask for any more money, but when I touched my trouser pocket, I found a ten-dollar bill and two one-dollar bills.
I said, can that be all?
The motorcyclist pointed and said, "Give me that pack of cigarettes."
I gave them all to him, I walked aside and opened the envelope.
There was a small folded piece of paper in the envelope, with only three small words written on it.
"not human...."
My brows furrowed as I looked at it. It’s not a human being. Who is not a human being?
Was it written incorrectly?
At this time, there is a popular word among young people, "It's not me." Someone is chatting with you on the newly popular QQ, "Are you there?"
Many people will reply, "It's not me."
But what does it mean to not be a human being?
Could it be a ghost?
I couldn't figure it out, so I took out a lighter and burned the note.
The man riding a motorcycle to deliver the letter was not from Tianguangdong Village, but probably a local from Yongzhou. I saw him chatting with the old man under the willow tree.
I burned the envelope together and was about to go back when the old man suddenly stopped me and said.
"It snowed last week, and a little boy couldn't come out after a long time."
The man on the motorcycle looked at me and flicked the ashes from his cigarette: "It was frosty some time ago, and the old man said he saw a man falling headlong into the water. He had never seen him come up before."
What I immediately thought of was Lao Tian who stole our diving suits.
I turned around and came back and asked: "Brother, please help me ask, is it true or not? Have you seen what that person looks like?"
After the conversation, the motorcyclist said to me:
"I asked, and the old man said he wanted a pack of cigarettes."
"If you don't give me a cigarette, don't tell me."
