"Mr. Cao, have you remembered anything?"

"I, after you asked this, I felt a little... a little strange. The connection between my family and the village was suddenly broken. At that time, I opened a small company myself, just started a business, and my hometown was really poor and broken, and I didn't like it very much. I was a young man at that time and didn't like that kind of place very much. My parents should have feelings for it. In the past, they said they wanted to go back, so I had no choice but to go back. I originally thought that they liked it very much..."

"Can you ask your parents about this?"

"Oh, okay, I'll call now."

...

"Hey, dad, I'm going to ask you something! It's just that after my grandparents died, didn't you go back to your hometown? I suddenly remembered... Hey? What? Hey! Dad? No, I'm asking about your hometown! Hey! Oh... No, it's not! Dad! Oh!"

"What happened, Mr. Cao?"

"Sorry, my dad is old and has bad ears. He talks to him about the phone, and he is not right. Oh... I'll ask about this matter slowly when I go back. Look at my situation..."

"In this case, we'd better go to your hometown to have a look first."

"Oh, okay. I really want to trouble you. Don't worry, just talk about the cost. I'm also introduced by someone. I believe you."

On September 3, 2015, the ancestral hall village of Lequan Township, Cao'andong's hometown was investigated. Lequan Township is located in Guangyuan City, located in a plain area with an area of ​​25 square kilometers. It is an agricultural township with a tributary of the Jiangyuan River flowing through this place. According to police archives and local chronicles, there were no major accidents in Lequan Township, no criminal case records, and no abnormal situations. A thousand and one hundred years ago, an official surnamed Cao, whose ancestral home is Lequan, designated the family ancestral hall in this place, and the ancestral hall village was named. No records of related supernatural events were found in the official surnamed Cao.

On September 5, 2015, he arrived at the Ancestral Hall Village in Lequan Township. Video file.

The video starts with the windshield of the car. In front of it is a hazy sky and an asphalt road, with farmland on both sides. You can see the people who harvest crops in the farmland, and some of the farmland has been harvested, leaving bare land and charred traces on the land.

The quality of this asphalt road is not good, the ground is a bit bumpy, and the car always shakes when driving. The ground is dusty, which is completely different from urban roads.

There is no lane division on the road where two vehicles can be parallel.

The vehicle was driving very slowly.

The camera captures the surrounding situation.

The people in the field noticed the vehicle and stopped their subordinates to work. Gradually, everyone stopped working, as if they were paying attention to the car.

When the camera is closer, you can see those people's expressionless faces. Their eyes are very cold, and looking at things is like looking at a dead object. The camera moves slightly. The exposed skin of these people is dark, with slightly messy hair, and white hair. There are many wrinkles on their skin. Just look at their appearance, these people seem to be in their sixties or seventies.

The vehicle drove through this farmland area and entered the center of the village. The road began to fork, and two or three-story buildings appeared in the picture.

More people appeared in the picture.

They dressed in similar clothes, all of which were somewhat rustic. The whole person and the whole village gave people the feeling of being gray and dark. The same was true for people's eyes. It seemed like a group of people were looking at the only alien, or to be more precise, the kind of place that was closed to a somewhat neurotic, staring at an outsider.

"It's really uncomfortable." Liu Miao's voice appeared outside the screen.

"Yeah." Wu Ling was the one who made the voice.

The vehicle moves slowly.

The camera rotates, the window glass lowers, and a small mosaic-shaped face appears in a corner of the camera.

"My fellow villager, can I ask if there is a hotel here? We came from another place to travel and take photos! Have you heard of self-driving trips?" Liu Miao's voice was full of vitality. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could imagine his big smiling face.

The man who was shouted still had a cold expression and a little vigilant in his eyes, "There is no hotel. There is no hotel here."

"Can any fellow villager stay at home? Just stay overnight! We finally came here, and it was too late to go back at this time!" Liu Miao said with some distress.

The other party shook his head.

"We can pay rent and food! We just find a place to sleep for one night." Liu Miao did not give up.

The other party still shook his head.

"Where is the village committee here? Let's go there to ask." Liu Miao continued.

The other party stopped answering, nodded, and did not shake his head.

Liu Miao scratched his head and turned to look into the car.

"Then you can only find it yourself." Wu Ling said.

“Is there no markings on the map?”

"No."

The sound of paper turning.

Liu Miao turned his head again and looked out the car window, "Can we borrow us to charge it? Our phones are out of power." As he said that, Liu Miao yangkang his cell phone.

The other party shook his head again.

This rhythm of completely incommunication made Liu Miao completely helpless and spread his hands at the people in the car.

Vehicle starts.

Liu Miao asked a few more people to ask, but the people in this village all had the same attitude: indifference, vigilance, and rejection.

"This is really troublesome. Boss, have you seen anything?" Liu Miao asked, not very frustrated tone.

The camera turned and caught another mosaic-shaped face.

Ye Qing was driving, his head slightly raised, as if he was looking at the sky.

The camera then turned to the sky outside the window.

Liu Miao said: "The air here is really not very good. The straw is burned like this."

"It's not just burning straw." Ye Qing suddenly spoke.

The lens rotates.

Ye Qing pointed in a direction, "There should be a factory over there. The information I found before also stated that there are several small factories here."

In the picture, there is a chimney that is not very tall in the distance. Although there is no smoke coming out of it, just looking at the environment here, you can know that the environmental awareness in this place is not so strong, and the possibility of discharge of treated harmless gases from this chimney is not so high.

"Smoke, could it be that?" Wu Ling suddenly said.

"There is no yin energy in that place. The people here also have no yin energy in their bodies." Liu Miao said.

"Idiot, Cao Andong has no yin energy either. This should not be a ghost."

"Well, he is indeed sick?" Liu Miao asked.

No one answered.

"That..." Ye Qing spoke.

The camera moved again, and the picture shows the typical farmyard gate, where someone was hanging something at the door. When someone moved out of the way, you can see that the thing she just hung was a wind chime. The wind chime is very simple, it is a wooden block stringed with hemp rope. Some of these wooden blocks were colored and the color was very dim. I don’t know if it was a pigment problem, or whether it was a test of wind, sun and time, the original color faded.

After hanging the wind chime, the woman walked to the next house with a look of indifference, knocked on the door and said a few words to the owner inside, and went to the next house. When the family came out again, they also held a string of similar wind chimes in their hands, but the color of the wooden blocks was different from the previous one.

"Meow"

When the camera turned back, an orange cat appeared at the door of the first house where the wind chime was hung. The cat was very fat, and its eyes were squeezed into a line. When the camera was closer, it could see its eyes one green and the other blue.

"Meow!" The orange cat screamed in front and returned to the yard clumsyly.
Chapter completed!