I fell ill when I returned to City B and slept in the hotel for three days.
The reason why I checked into the hotel is because I dare not enter the house at all. In the past three days, I have only had the waiter bring me meals twice, but two boxes of beer were delivered. I kept drinking, hoping to forget those terrible memories.
The waiter responsible for cleaning my room saw me like this and thought I was heartbroken. He was afraid that I would do something out of the ordinary, so he came to my room every night to sit for a while and advise me not to be discouraged.
I can only remain silent in response to the waiter's kindness. Because I know that even if I tell her about my experience, she won't believe me. I was drinking and chatting with an old man who had been dead for three years. Anyone with normal nerves in this world would not believe my story.
That day, I ran crazy and broke through, only to see a scene that scared my soul out of my wits.
A group of farmers are running and jumping around Bi Bufan's thatched hut. The fire has been burning for a long time, and the whole house is about to be stepped on. A man in his fifties holding a leather whip is whipping a wooden table. And I know this table, the one I saw on Bi Bufan's kang the night before. At that time, there was a wine gourd and a pot of fragrant rabbit meat on the table. But today, what was placed on top was not a wine jug or rabbit meat, but a human skeleton!
There is a lot of soil on the skeleton of that skeleton, which seems to have just been dug out from underground. Because it has completely fallen apart, it can only be piled up haphazardly on the table. The head is placed upright on the skeleton, and the huge hole formed by the two eye sockets faces me directly. There is still a wooden plaque on the bone, made of fresh wood and made very rough. Five big characters are written on it in red ink: Bi Bufan!
The person holding the whip may be the village chief, standing in front of the table with a righteous expression. The village chief held a whip and whipped the bones on the table one by one, muttering to himself, "Mr. Bi, hurry up and leave. Mr. Bi, walk the road well. Mr. Bi, don't come back again
There is a traditional custom of "bone cutting" popular in the nearby rural areas. I had only heard of it before, but now I have truly witnessed what bone cutting is. It turns out that it is really bone cutting! According to rumors, the target of the dismemberment is mainly those bad people who have committed many evil deeds during their lifetime. In order to prevent this bad person from reincarnating and returning to do evil, the villagers use this method to drive away the soul of the deceased and have him reincarnated in a distant place.
I absolutely do not believe that Bi Bufan was a villain before his death. From any perspective, Bi Bufan was like a kind and wise old man. It must have been the melon watching man who was beaten by Zhang Jingyi yesterday and went back to complain to the village chief. The village chief believed that the ghost of Bi Bufan was causing trouble, so he hurriedly dug up his bones and subjected him to cruel whipping.
The roar of firecrackers, the beating of whips, and the shouting of the village chief echoed in my ears like thunder. Every time the village chief whipped Bi Bufan's bones, I convulsed all over, feeling like the whip was hitting me, causing my liver and gallbladder to crack.
Faced with such a terrifying event, I had no nerves on the spot, even I myself admired my resilience. When I returned to the taxi with a blank face, the driver was startled, thinking that there had been some conflict between me and the local farmers. Therefore, the driver didn't say a word and ran back all the way with the engine on.
Because I didn't dare to go home, I checked into the hotel where the company usually serves guests. After moving in, I turned off my phone and kept drinking. However, drinking too much alcohol did not make me forget, and those terrifying scenes became even clearer.
Due to excessive nervousness, I finally experienced a hallucination. I see that everything in the room is different from usual. They seem to have souls, as if they could jump up and threaten my life at any moment. When I'm sleeping, I'm worried that there might be someone else under the blanket; When I go to the bathroom, I'm worried that a dirty arm might come out of the toilet; Because I was afraid that ghosts would suddenly jump out and use a razor to harm me, I decided not to shave anymore. Even worse, once I mistook the waiter who came in to bring me hot water for a ghost. I shouted loudly, which scared the waiter and caused him to drop the thermos.
For three whole days, I locked myself in my hotel room and couldn't come out, spending every day in extreme panic. I worry every day that a ghost will emerge from somewhere and capture me as a sacrifice. I am worried that if I wake up and my body remains the same, will my soul become Liu Sheng's soul?
I eat very little, but I don't feel hungry; I can hardly sleep and don't feel tired.
I just went down like this, if someone hadn't found me, I wouldn't have known how long I would have stayed in this hotel.
The person who came was Han Juan, and I was drinking when she came in. I am holding a bottle of wine and lying on the ground picking up peanuts that I accidentally spilled. A face that hasn't been washed in the past three days must be very dirty, the eye sockets must be blood red, and the beard must be at least one centimeter long. I thought the person who came in was a waiter, so I didn't look up. Instead, I impatiently waved my hand, wanting to let her out.
Han Juan snatched my wine bottle, grabbed my collar, and threw me onto the bed. Lin Feng, how did you end up like this? "Han Juan's words were filled with concern.
I opened my hazy eyes and looked at Han Juan with a silly smile, 'How did you find me?'
Don't forget, I'm a private detective. You've been missing for three days, and Mr. Wu has already posted a missing person notice. The whole city is about to be searched, "Han Juan said angrily with her hands on her hips." Why did you turn off your phone? Why didn't you tell me about this? Do you still consider me your partner
I'm scared, I'm really scared! "I covered my face in the blanket and trembled as I said," Do you know what I've been through? I ended up drinking and chatting with someone who died three years ago. Oh my... I
I intermittently told Han Juan about the things I experienced in the countryside, and I spoke very carefully. Han Juan also listened attentively. I thought that after hearing this, Han Juan would also show fear like me. But I was wrong. Han Juan not only didn't feel scared, but also sneered.
What's there to be afraid of? Let me show you this, "Han Juan said, throwing her handbag on the bed and ordering me," Open it and see what's inside
I picked up my bag, opened it and looked inside, and was immediately stunned.
In the handbag, there is actually a human skull!