While discussing with Sister Li, I felt horrified. Is there something wrong with the room in this hotel? I wanted to return the room, but it was too expensive and I was a little reluctant. In the end, the two of us made up our minds and decided to take it anyway.

Staying for one night was considered a risk. In fact, we barely slept that night. Not only did we turn on all the lights in the room, but we also turned on the TV very loudly. The two of us cuddled together and chatted while watching TV, probably at

At two or three in the morning, I drifted off to sleep.

When daybreak dawned and bright sunlight shone into the house, our fear almost dissipated.

After checking out the next day, we found an 80-year-old man in the park near the hotel and asked specifically where the hotel was built and where it used to be. The reason why we asked this was because we wanted to know what happened yesterday.

Is the weirdness at night related to the geographical location of this place?

The old man's answer surprised both Sister Li and me - this place was a medical clinic opened by a Taoist priest when he was very young. Later, for unknown reasons, the Taoist priest traveled around and was opened by a Taoist apprentice for many years.

What a coincidence! The location where we live is actually the hospital where my great-great-grandfather stayed. But what does this have to do with Grandpa Gao? Why is the terrifying shadow that appears on the glass window not my great-grandfather but Grandpa Gao?

What? Also, my great-grandfather was killed, who did it? Blind Man Gao, Grandpa Gao, or are they actually the same person?

With a series of questions, we returned to our ordinary life of going to work and getting off work. I also satisfied Sister Li’s curiosity and took her to my yard on a weekend to take a look at the monster.

Sheep. But when Sister Li saw the sheep’s eyes, she was so frightened that she threw herself into my arms. She said these eyes were too scary. These were not sheep’s eyes, they were simply human eyes.

I'm afraid I'll have nightmares when I go home at night after watching it.

But I’m afraid the only one who has this kind of nightmare every day is Tutu Zhang. Tuhu Zhang and I still like to chat together. Maybe we share the same problem. We are both troubled by different fears. Only when we chat, we feel particularly comfortable.

and feel a sense of security. We are also determined that no matter what method we use, we must eradicate all these weird and mysterious curse-like things in the village.

Three cobblers are like Zhuge Liang. If there are more people, there will be more strength and more methods.

I no longer dared to live in that courtyard at night. Instead, I moved to the courtyard where my parents lived. I felt much more at ease every night. After dinner, I often went to chat with Butcher Zhang, but we didn’t just sit there

Instead of chatting in the house, we chatted while walking in or outside the village.

One summer evening, Butcher Zhang and I were walking and chatting together as usual. It was just after nine o'clock. Because it gets dark late in the summer, many people had just finished eating or were still eating, and people walked by on the street from time to time.

People like us who are tortured by mysterious fears actually like the liveliness and crowded places the most, because that is when we feel the most secure. So when we walk on the street, we feel

Very relaxing and comfortable.

When we passed Grandpa Gao's abandoned home, Butcher Zhang suddenly said something that made me almost pee in fear: "Xiao Ming, do you think Grandpa Gao is really dead?"

I didn't know what to say for a moment, why did he suddenly say such a sentence without any idea? Zhang Butcher seemed to feel my shock and confusion, so he continued: "When I was lying on the bed and had nothing to do, I just put our

We were chatting and thinking about the things we had experienced over and over again, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Grandpa Gao was actually not dead at all?"

My hair almost stood on end, and my voice was a little trembling: "Uncle Zhang, please don't scare me. How could Grandpa Gao not be dead? His body was rotting in the house. It's not like you didn't know this."

"Of course I know, but think about it, just because the corpse is rotting, doesn't it mean that we can't tell whether the corpse is Grandpa Gao?"

I'm still very confused.

Zhang Tuhu explained: "I also made a wild guess. From various signs, this Grandpa Gao is very similar to the legendary Blind Man Gao. I think Yang Hui's conjecture is reasonable, but if it is Blind Man Gao, wouldn't he be able to

How could he die so easily? And all these strange things in our village seem to be related to him."

If he was not dead, where would he hide? Then why did he pretend to be dead? Where did that rotting corpse come from? A series of questions emerged in my mind.

But I also realized that no matter what, Grandpa Gao or Blind Gao seems to be the root of all problems. Only by clarifying the ins and outs of Grandpa Gao can we eradicate all kinds of horrific weirdness in our village. But where should we start?

?

On a weekend not long ago, Sister Li and I went to the county cultural center to carefully read through the county annals of our county to see if we could find some records about Gao Xiazi.

Coincidentally, the person in charge of compiling and preserving county chronicles at the Cultural Bureau happens to be Sister Li's cousin. His cousin is over seventy years old, but his health and energy are still very good, and he looks like he is in his early sixties.

, wears a pair of glasses, is energetic, and has a very typical intellectual temperament. In the past, he worked as the editor-in-chief of a newspaper in a big city. After retirement, he returned to his roots and returned to his hometown, a small mountain town, preparing to spend his old age peacefully. In our small town

Here, he was considered a cultural celebrity, so the county's cultural department hired him to do research on the county annals.

Sister Li did not tell her cousin about the real purpose of checking the county annals. Instead, she lied to her cousin and said that I was an amateur writer and was writing a novel based on local customs and customs, so I wanted to check the information and find some information.

Materials and the like. Unexpectedly, my cousin was very excited after hearing this, and kept asking questions about this and that, which made me a little embarrassed and nervous, for fear of being exposed.

When my cousin took us to the reference room and asked us to flip through the yellowing volumes of county annals, Sister Li and I felt a little powerless - the county annals were in traditional Chinese, classical Chinese, and were all arranged vertically.

It seemed too strenuous. But we were afraid that my cousin would laugh at us for being uneducated, so we pretended to do it for a long time.

In the end, Sister Li couldn't help it anymore and said: "Xiao Ming, your time is tight enough. With so many books, I'm afraid you don't have time to read them slowly. How about this? I'm afraid my uncle has studied the county annals thoroughly.

He is an expert in this field. Why don't you just tell him what you want to know and let him tell you directly? Isn't that more efficient?"

Before I could answer, my cousin smiled cheerfully and said, "No problem, I have plenty of time. I'm available anytime you want to listen."

Seeing the old man being so enthusiastic and considerate made me feel warm in my heart.

Sister Li seems to have a very close relationship with his cousin, and there is no inconvenience. She often acts coquettishly in front of the old man, and the old man seems to treat her as his own daughter. Because the cultural center is very close to the cousin's home, so

The old man took the initiative to invite us to their home to chat and have a meal. I was quite embarrassed at the time. I felt that I should have taken the initiative to invite him to dinner because I was already troubling the old man, so why did I go to his home to disturb him instead? However, Sister Li disagreed very much.

He said, "It's okay. My cousin is not an outsider. His home is similar to my own, so don't pay so much attention to etiquette."

However, the old man saw that I was so "knowledgeable and courteous" and so attentive to people and sophistication, so he liked me even more. He quickly followed Sister Li's words and said: "Young man, you are good, he is very well-educated in dealing with others, ha, but just

I told you, Sister Li, that you don’t want to see anyone outside of me, ha, let’s go.”

Sister Li's cousin's house is in a clean and tidy community behind the Cultural Center. It is a three-bedroom apartment on the fourth floor. The windows are clear and the house is spacious and bright. Although there are piles of books everywhere, they are all neatly arranged.

After a brief introduction, the old man’s wife warmly greeted us to sit down, poured water and brought fruits. Such a hospitable but gentle old couple reminded me of a sentence: A gentleman is gentle and gentle.

Jade made me feel very warm and relaxed, a bit like the last time I went to Yang Huihui's place. But after the old lady greeted us, she went to another room to read a book. In the living room, we were the only ones left.

three people.

After everyone was seated, I asked Sister Li's cousin after careful consideration: "When you were studying our county annals, did you find any strange people or strange things in our county?"

"Strange person? Strange thing?" The old man raised his head and thought for a moment.

"Did there once be a strange man named Gao Xiazi in our county?" I reminded him.

Unexpectedly, after hearing my words, the old man's expression changed drastically - first he was very shocked, and then he became extremely serious and dignified. Sister Li and I were both stunned by the old man's inexplicable reaction. Appeared in the room

There was a brief silence. Although it was only a few seconds, it felt so long to me. I didn't know why Gao Xiazi, an amiable, laughing and joking old intellectual, had such an expression when he mentioned it.

It was Sister Li who broke the deadlock: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Isn't this tall blind man mentioned in the county annals? Why do you seem to be a different person when you mention this tall blind man? The seriousness on your face is a bit scary.

”.

Only then did the old man realize that he had lost his composure just now. He smiled bitterly, and then asked with a puzzled look on his face: "How do you know about Blind Man Gao? Where did you know about it?".

Sister Li and I looked at each other, and then nodded tacitly. That is, after communicating with our eyes, we agreed to tell the old man everything about Blind Man Gao. So, Sister Li and I complemented each other and told Blind Man Gao everything.

Everything is said again - starting from the box picked up in the cemetery, and then how to take the box to see Yang Hui, and then when Yang Hui opened the box, how to see the text in the box, and the freak. And Yang Hui said he saw

I have been to our county annals and introduced the blind man who lived more than three hundred years ago.
Chapter completed!