Haunted Houses’ Chronicles

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My question was one after another, and I asked Qin Yiheng one by one. He also shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, “Now we can only dig out the soil to see.” After that, I was asked to help.

The two started work after a short break. The old man had no tools at his disposal. I turned left and right to find a pan. After working for a long time, I finally dug a lot of soil. But digging digging, I felt something was wrong.

Because the soil digs more wet, and the color becomes darker and darker. I always have the feeling that if we dug down like this, we could dig up oil in a while.

Qin Yiheng felt puzzled when he saw this, he touched the soil and asked me to give up. I also enjoyed myself and simply smoked aside.

He squatted down for a while, stood up and lit a cigarette, and said nothing for a while.

When he finished smoking, he suddenly told me that this was becoming more and more interesting. Under the cabinet was a layer of door sealing mud, so the door **** was posted outside the cabinet. Presumably there was a connection between them. Although this soil is called door-closing mud, it does not necessarily have to be related to the door, because the door is meant to be “closed door”. The so-called closed door is not to say that this family has been killed or incense burned, but this family of surnames, for some reason, collectively changed the name and changed their surnames, hidden in the crowd.

Now because of the social structure and various reasons, there are very few big families like the old ones. Even if there is, it is not necessary to live together. However, in many remote villages, there is only one household in a village, which is basically hard to find in towns. The news once said that there was a village with a related name. After being discovered by a donkey friend, the incident was full of excitement. Later, no one was found in the village. It is likely that the whole village closed the door for whatever reason. , Scattered all over the place. However, the reason is not that the parties may never guess.

Closing the door sounds simple, and it does not mean to go to the police hukou office to do a registration, and change the hukou book. The Chinese have a deep sense of family since ancient times. Many families have worshipped their ancestors as gods. Therefore, there is a set of specific procedures for changing such surnames.

First of all, this mud is not simple mud, but it must be prepared with loess and a little well water, and a lot of lamp oil must be mixed in. It is probably the meaning of being native and not forgetting the well when drinking water; Swipe up, drop a few drops of blood in; finally burn the family tree, put the ashes and mud in the mud, the whole clan cries out, seals the mud in a specific place, and hula la scattered across the horizon.

Secondly, different family customs are different, so the places where the mud is buried are not the same. He had heard that it was buried under the threshold of the gate, and after the burying, he had to burn the old threshold and replace it with a new one. He also heard that it was buried under the stone of Shangma. This is in line with the situation in the closet.

After listening to Qin Yiheng’s explanation, my head is already wooden, and I can save even asking questions, which is really too confusing. I discussed it with him, and he also said that the mystery was so heavy that he could only dig out this door mud to see if there was anything in it.

The process of dredging is still the same, but this time I did not get started. Qin Yiheng was also afraid of what I was doing. He used a pan to shovel the mud out, and I followed it with a plastic bag. The mud is sticky, it is much harder to dig than the soil, and the weight of the mud is not small. After digging a few times, Qin Yiheng made a hum, and then stopped.

I thought he had dug something, but I didn’t see anything when I looked at it. But the mud looked surprised me, because from the details of the excavation, it seems that the inside is hollow, which is not very real anyway. It feels like a stalactite cave.

I asked Qin Yiheng if he found anything.

He reached out and squeezed something from the soil, and I didn’t see it clearly. When he put it in my hand, I found out that it was a black ant, the kind that I can see on weekdays. I do n’t know if I was hurt or crawled very slowly.

I saw it was an ant, and I said that this closet was gnawed by ants? But this thing is obviously not as good for termites to nibble at wood.

When I looked down, I found that there were a lot of the same ants crawling around in the excavated mud. I didn’t take a closer look, and the color of the ants is similar to the mud, and I didn’t pay attention.

I asked Qin Yiheng, is this ant hidden in the cupboard?

He nodded and sighed: “I was just too anxious just now, and I wasn’t too cautious. I may have dug this thing out now.”

Speaking, he explained to me that this mud, there must have been a statement before, on the surface it looks flat and smooth, but under the flat, there must be someone who has specifically moved his hands and feet. It now appears that it is likely to be set based on the layout or terrain, or even simply the shape of the map. This kind of ant is certainly not an ordinary ant. Even if it is not astonishing to look at, it is certain that what was fed before will not be ordinary. He made a bold guess and said that it is likely that this kind of ant used to eat corpses. This corpse is not necessarily human, it should be some small animals.

After eating corpses for a long time, the yin gas is naturally very heavy. With the instinct of ants to forage, after being sealed in the closet, it is likely to rely on instinct to find their so-called way out or place.

This is probably why these ants were put here. The above “two-two” soil seems to have nothing to do with the avoidance of lawsuits. The reason for the soil cover is very simple, that is, to seal off the outside yang and prevent the ants from being affected by the environment outside the wardrobe; The reason is similar, is to prevent something unclean outside into the wardrobe.

I heard him say it and barely understood.

At this time, it was already very late at night, and my head was a little dizzy, so I lit a cigarette and thought about it.

Are these ants co-authored for pathfinding? If so, this door mud was a three-dimensional map earlier?

I depend, is this too advanced? I asked Qin Yiheng, assuming his guess was correct, so what are you looking for with ants? Besides, even if the ant finds it, does he have to dig it? How to check this?

Qin Yiheng pursed his lips and said what he was looking for, we couldn’t guess, but it was probably not found.

With that, he used a pan to dig up the mud, telling me that although I have n’t digged it yet, I ’m afraid there is a glass tank embedded in the closet. If you take out the whole glass tank, you can see it clearly .

I thought about it and thought he might be right. Then he dug a few times along the edge of the closet with a frying pan, and really found the edge of the glass trough.

So far, I can only take out the glass tank to see what is going on. I asked Qin Yiheng, he also intended so.

After we took a break, we started to move the glass trough out.

The glass tank must be toughened glass, so you do n’t have to worry about breaking it when you move it, but the mud inside is very heavy. Moving it out also tests your waist strength.

It took Nine Cows and Two Tigers to get it out, and we didn’t wait for a few breaths to put it on the ground. We reluctantly raised the glass tank, and Qin Yiheng lay his head in the gap between the cushions to see.

He looked at it for a while and then quit to tell me to go in.

I was very curious, and hurriedly drilled in like a brain ct and looked after it with a flashlight. After a few glances, I understood why he wanted me to check.

Although a part of it has been dug up, the shape underneath is still intact. This shape can’t be more obvious. It is a palm with two hands, and the palm is very large. I do n’t know much about the scale or how many times it ’s magnified, but the palm is clear and legible.

When I quit, I verified my guess with Qin Yiheng. Before I opened my mouth, he nodded his head in comprehension and said, “Yes, most of these hands are done in accordance with Yuan Zhen’s hand, otherwise there is no need to bother to make such a round. Now the mud is not all Dig it out, and I do n’t know if there is anything related to Yuan Zhen buried in the mud, such as the character “birthday” or the book of hair and blood. ”

After finishing talking, Qin Yiheng drilled back again and took a photo of the bottom of the glass tank with his mobile phone. It is estimated that the glass tank was reflective. He took several photos to be satisfied. After exiting, he lit a cigarette and thought.

When he thought about it, I was purely idle, not because I didn’t want to help, but my mind was too messy.

From the beginning to the present, along the way, I feel that I am almost surrounded by this kind of thing.

After standing in the same place for a while, I got up and strolled around the house. One was to get a bottle of water to drink; the other was to walk around and wake up. As I walked, I unconsciously looked up at the skylight again. At first, I didn’t look carefully at the first time. When I reacted, I immediately fought a cold war-a skylight, with a person lying on it, my head stretched out staring at me. I couldn’t see exactly what this person looked like when it didn’t shine, and I regretted not bringing the flashlight over.

When the man saw me looking up, nothing happened. I controlled for a while and didn’t scream, worried about hitting the grass and snakes, and pretended to walk back to Qin Yiheng casually, trying to remind him. Who knew he had just stood still and saw him wink at me.

I panicked immediately when I saw him. He must have found something, so he asked him in a low voice. He didn’t squeak, but stepped decisively on the mud in the glass tank. His foot must have been dead, and his feet were sinking into the mud. When he stepped on, he dragged me to the living room and ran to me while running: “Don’t look back, don’t ever Stop! It ’s not good, just pee your pants! Save your life! “