The zombie thing was still spread.【,ka~/I can guarantee with my pure Yang life that it was not me who said it.

As for who it was? I don’t know. Anyway, a few days after that incident, I heard that zombies were dug up in the old forest. But the sight of a military base was still not revealed.

I don’t know if it was to suppress this trend, but the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau suddenly came to the high school behind our community. After a busy few days, they said that there were important cultural relics that needed to be dug out.

When he heard the news, his cousin felt sorry for his 5,000-yuan project at first. Then he became happy. He had to dig up a gold-lined coffin, and he could make another fortune.

Besides, why is it so easy to find a zombie coffin? Once the coffin was dug out and sent to the cultural relics bureau and protected by the police, Lao Zhong and the others would have no target. Isn’t it that they wanted to kill people to make the little ghost just to make zombies?

Are you awake? There are no more zombies. Let’s see what they can be proud of.

As for the matter of digging coffins, I didn’t go to join in the fun. I heard from the old lady in the community who went to join in the fun. They were armed. There were so many police and the army. In the end, all they saw was vehicles.

Cars were driving in and out. Where could I see any cultural relics?

For this project, even the students took an extra day off.

Of course, I won't be stupid enough to jump out and say, I am a master, and I know there are zombies inside. I don't want to automatically send you to your door and become an adventurous lamb. I am just a passerby, just a soy sauce.

The wind was sunny that day, the sun was shining high, and the early winter sun was warm. My baby and I were playing games on the grass in the community. Everything was so beautiful.

Suddenly, the old lady on the side shouted: "The car pulling cultural relics over there fell into the river. Go and have a look, go and have a look."

I was stunned. To put it bluntly, the truck pulling cultural relics was just a truck pulling zombies. It fell into the river. There is only one big river here, but it is not close to our house. The only possibility is that it fell in front of our community.

It's in that stinking ditch. It's the huge stinking ditch next to my cousin's house.

The fun is coming. I hurriedly took out my mobile phone and called my cousin who was still at home. I pushed my baby and immediately joined in the fun. Hundreds of people came to join in the fun, and it was still clear day and night.

Don't worry about what will happen.

When we arrived... uh... guys, don't think that pig's feet can see the center of the incident. I was blocked twenty meters away from the bridge. There was a sea of ​​people, except for the backs of people's heads.

, I didn’t see anything.

My cousin also came over quickly. After seeing the formation, he turned away and said, "Let's wait and watch the news tonight."

After I got home, I took my baby for a nap, and then I went to the small garden. The news about the small garden in the community is usually faster than the TV, and according to the old ladies and old men, it is more vivid and concrete.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, many old men and women came out to do some activities. It's early winter. Sitting under a tree at this time is warmer than at home and you won't be exposed to the sun. It's the most comfortable place.

The old man who used to play chess no longer plays chess, and everyone is talking around the cultural relics.

Some people say that the cultural relic is a big box with so-and-so's treasure hidden inside. They also say that it is a coffin, the coffin of so-and-so in mythology.

After wandering around for half an hour, the key point came. An old lady probably squeezed into the front of the crowd this morning and saw the people at the scene.

She described vividly how the car plunged into a stinking ditch and how the well-sealed carriage was opened. She said that the driver of the car was not dead, but the two people who were following him in the sealed carriage were not dead.

A person from the Cultural Relics Bureau and four policemen died.

The driver also had a broken leg. He said he turned the car when he saw a child crossing the road. And he was a veteran driver of the Cultural Relics Bureau for decades. He stepped on the brakes. Why did it change?

When the accelerator is turned, the car just rushes out?

His leg was broken and he lost a lot of blood, but there were no other injuries on his body. Although he was crying and shouting, he was still very conscious. So I think what he said is credible.

When I got home in the evening, my cousin, my brother, and I all sat on the sofa, lined up in a row, staring at the TV screen and watching the news. The news also captured a video of an intersection surveillance camera, and we didn’t see any children crossing the street.

Crossing the road? The traffic police determined that the driver was drunk when he received them at school and was driving under the influence, which led to this incident.

My cousin thought that the child was a ghost on the roadside. I don’t know why he took the car into the ditch. I don’t know if it was because of the coffin.

The news said that after 11 o'clock tonight, the bridge will be closed and the car will be hoisted together with the cultural relics. When my cousin heard this, he immediately said: "I'm going to bed. I'll go take a look at 11 o'clock tonight."

My brother was anxious: "Where are we going? There are people from the Cultural Relics Bureau who can handle this kind of thing. Besides, there are many people who are better than you at your level."

The cousin waved his fist: "I didn't go to see zombies, I went to beat people. If I see that old Zhong there, I will beat him again. Remember, if I haven't come back tomorrow morning, go to the police station

Redeem me."

Since my cousin was going to fight to protect me, I naturally couldn't stay at home. So at eleven o'clock, after the baby went to bed, I was fully armed and ready to go out with my cousin.

My brother saw that I was wearing a black sportswear, with a gel bottle in my pocket and two bottles of chili pepper water. I was holding a baseball bat borrowed from Sister Lin in my hand, and I was getting ready to go out with my cousin.

My cousin was no ambiguity either. He was dressed in sportswear, and around his waist was a fanny pack containing equipment. On the fanny pack was a steel paper knife.

Don't laugh! How dare you go out with a watermelon knife in the middle of the night? Just make do with a paper knife.

My brother looked at the two of us, laughed for a while, then took his coat and said, he should go with us. Considering that if we entered the police station, someone would have to redeem us. If my brother followed, then he would

I have to ask my parents to redeem us. I don’t dare to tell my parents about this kind of thing. It’s better to persuade my brother to stay at home.

My brother insisted on following us, but finally gave in. He drove on the opposite road and watched us. If something went wrong, he would help call the police or something. But I guess there will be a lot of police over there tonight.

It was indeed true. When we arrived in front of the smelly ditch, there were already three electric company vehicles with super-large lights providing lighting.

There are still some people surrounding the area, and police cars have cordoned off to prevent people from approaching. The road has been closed, and the progress here is also very fast.

My cousin and I focused on the people watching nearby. But there was no figure of Lao Zhong nearby. Instead, we saw Lao Song. In the funeral parlor, Dao Xing was about the same as, or even better than, my cousin.

Poor official Taoist priest.

The Cultural Relics Bureau invited Lao Song here, so they should have guessed what is in it. You must know that many of the people who make cultural relics, especially those who make ancient Chinese cultural relics, are related to this. They should believe this.

We were under a tree, far away from the crowd, and watched Lao Song burn incense and scatter paper money. Then the crane lowered the steel cable.

As soon as a few firefighters climbed onto the car, the steel ropes had not been tied yet, they heard the sound of several vehicles approaching. Those vehicles were military vehicles. Many people got off the military vehicles, and they were holding guns.

Oh, that formation is almost like a movie. As soon as the soldiers arrived, they shouted directly to the people around them to evacuate immediately. They were not allowed to get closer! The cordon was drawn up again, a full twenty-five meters farther than the original one.

Mi. This time, without a telescope, I couldn't see what was going on over there.

The wind blew by, and the smell of blood made me frown. This stinking ditch is really smelly.

We retreated a lot, and suddenly I found that my cousin's body froze. I pushed him: "What's wrong?"

The cousin then retracted his gaze and said in a low voice: "There is a child over there watching them lift the car."

Will there be a child on the street at twelve o'clock in the evening? The only answer is that the child is the culprit who drove the car down the stinking ditch. Since the child has the intention to kill people, he is a evil spirit. We are not necessarily his opponents, or

Shrink the corner.

My cousin and I have the same understanding of this. He can see ghosts in the middle of the night, but I can't. I can only huddle behind him.

Everything there seems to have been taken over by the military, and even the firefighters have been replaced.

We couldn't see clearly what was going on over there, but after making sure that Lao Zhong was not nearby, we planned to go back to the car. But just as we were about to leave outside, we heard screams over there.

While tying the steel cable to the car, someone rowed down and hit his head directly on the big rock under the smelly ditch. He died!

Lao Song chose to run away. Seeing him hurriedly leaving Mingguang over there, my cousin pulled me up to meet him. I didn’t want to get involved in this matter, and I wished I could run away. I just wanted to find Lao Zhong.

Get on your feet.

When Lao Song saw his cousin, he hurriedly told what happened there: "It's evil, that thing is evil. They shouldn't dig it out. Another person died."

The cousin whispered something in Lao Song's ear.

Old Song was surprised and said: "You can see it."

"At this time, it's strange that he can't see him with so much resentment. However, he left just now and I don't know where he went." As he said this, his cousin looked at the fence over there.

Watching them walking towards the fence, I trembled and said, "Can I not go?"

"The kid is gone, let's go take a look."

My cousin looked in front of the fence, and I looked over. There were five or six drops of blood on the fence, and they were still fresh. At night, under the light, the luster of fresh liquid and dried blood are different. So.

I can guarantee it's fresh.

When soldiers do things, sometimes there are mountains of military orders. The Cultural Relics Bureau reported the gold thread coffin, so they naturally knew how powerful it was. Although one person died on the military side, they had orders to get it done tonight, so they also

There was no intention to evacuate. It was just that the official Taoist priest Lao Song was so powerful that everyone felt unsure. If anyone else was allowed to go down, they would be worried that their lives would be in vain.
Chapter completed!