During the day, the female reporter was forced to write a report praising the beautiful scenery of the village and send it to the unit, but this kind of thing was nothing to her. What she was most concerned about was why her task was not completed.
Obviously the village chief himself hinted that the "Green Faced Fangs" thing was indeed related to the villagers here, because the gloom in their hearts summoned real monsters.
What else is wrong?
At night, after dinner, the village chief went to send the little girl back to the ancestral hall. In the living room with dim candles, there were only the female reporter and the painter.
Looking at the girl who was in a trance and completely out of state from beginning to end, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The girl held her head in her hands and sighed: "I can't draw the true face of that monster."
"Green-faced fangs?"
The girl nodded decadently.
Hearing this, the female reporter turned her eyes, held her chin up and approached her and asked, "Now, since you painted those paintings, you must know a lot about the legend of 'Green Faced Fangs', right?"
The girl glanced at her: "What else do you want to know?"
"Tell me more about this legend. What is it about?" the female reporter said.
"Well, it is said that thousands of years ago, the village suffered natural and man-made disasters and was about to be destroyed. Then people began to pray to gods and worship Buddha, and the thing 'green-faced fangs' appeared." The girl recalled the fragment at the beginning of the wall painting and said: "As long as a boy is used every year
If virgins worship it, they can ensure peace and good weather in the village."
Most ancient myths basically happened like this. Because of people's needs, various images of gods appeared to place people's expectations.
But as time changed, the "gods" who ate boys and girls began to be demonized, denounced, and sealed. Later, there were rumors that those monsters would often break the seals and come out to cause chaos and destroy peace.
At this point, "Green Faced Fang" has been completely regarded as a monster.
These are all paintings painted on the walls. The artist had looked at them all carefully before in order to spell out the true appearance of "Green Faced Fangs", so it doesn't matter if he says it now.
The female reporter frowned and thought, and murmured thoughtfully: "Perhaps it's because my positioning of 'Green Faced Fangs' was wrong?"
The candlelight in the living room danced, reflecting on the faces of the two people, outlining dim shadows that flickered and faded.
Suddenly, the female reporter narrowed her eyes: "Why has the village chief been gone for so long?"
The girl next to him was startled, but then he remembered something, and her expression was strange and a little fearful: "He may be looking for that dark monster again tonight."
To be honest, the painter also wanted to take a look again, but she was also really scared.
She's timid and curious, so I'm probably talking about her.
The female reporter's face changed for a while, then she started to slap the case and said seriously: "I'll go take a look too!"
Girl:???
She looked over in panic and said, "You... aren't you afraid of that monster? The detective died in such a weird way yesterday. We can't deal with this thing at all!"
"As long as you don't enter its killing territory." The female reporter frowned and said, "Something happened to the detective yesterday. Maybe he took the initiative to get close to it and disturbed its eating."
But yesterday, when she ran out of the field, the monsters stopped chasing her, and more importantly, her props could be used again.
In her speculation, the monster was acting according to the rumors in the village. She was not from this village at all, and there was no reason for the monster to take the initiative to find her.
The female reporter packed up her notebook, stood up and said, "I'm going over there. If you stay here, you won't be attacked. If nothing happens, just don't run around."
After speaking, the female reporter turned and left the living room. The candle flame on the table swayed slightly due to her movements. The light flickered on and off for an instant, which suppressed the atmosphere in the room to the lowest level.
The girl stayed alone in the room, the thumping of her heartbeat was particularly clear at this moment, and the surrounding silence was a bit scary.
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The night was dark and windy, and it was the same night as last night.
The village surrounded by three mountains is as dark, dead and gloomy as if it has been plunged into an abyss.
Green smoke curled up at the entrance of the village, and four figures leaned in the corner and puffed away, full of vicissitudes of life, and glanced in the direction of the village from time to time.
"You really believe him? He's waiting here so late at night." Someone sighed.
"Originally, walking can be treated as an accidental sudden death, but he insisted on giving an explanation, so let's go with it. We are not the ones responsible anyway, let's see what tricks they can come up with."
One person said.
"That's true. I have an extra half day off."
As he spoke, the surrounding gradually became quiet again. At this time, the policeman who had been staring in the direction of the village suddenly said: "I think I saw someone coming out."
"where?"
"Let me see, let me see!"
Immediately, the three people who were chatting just now put down their cigarettes, put them out, and looked at the square in the center of the village while leaning on the wall.
A petite figure was walking timidly on the village road. The figure shrouded in moonlight looked around from time to time, as if he was looking for something, and he seemed at a loss.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are causing trouble.
Just when they were wondering, a shrill and short scream suddenly sounded in the village, and the emotions in that moment heightened fear and panic to the extreme!
The four people who heard the screams trembled subconsciously and shuddered all over.
problem occurs?!
Their hearts skipped a beat and they quickly ran over there.
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As the night got darker, in the right room of the ancestral hall, the little girl was coaxed and climbed into bed obediently to sleep.
But she fell asleep, but she seemed not asleep.
In this era, there were no smartphones to play with, so Xu Shuo dug out a game of checkers, sat at the long wooden table, and played chess with himself out of boredom.
The candle that burned down to only a short section illuminated the small room, casting his figure on the wall. Under the dim and dancing candlelight, the shadow swayed slightly.
The room was quiet, the sound of chess pieces falling on the board was inaudible, and it was as quiet as if there was no one around.
The candle flame suddenly began to shake violently.
Xu Shuo, who was obsessed with playing checkers, paused and turned his head slightly to look at the candle.
The shadows projected on the wall suddenly became chaotic. Countless dark tentacles were waving from the bed, like a shadow puppet show, full of absurdity and weirdness. The huge mouth with sharp fangs grinned at the man's shadow reflected on the wall, as if...
Will bite it hard in a moment!
The monster was on all fours, hunched up like a beast ready to attack. Its green skin was gradually infected with black, and then transformed into an unspeakable monster. Only its scarlet eyes were still clear.
There was no roar from the monster's mouth, but a strange "gurgling, gurgling" sound came from the tremors of the sarcoma-like organs on its body.
Crash--
Suddenly, it jumped up and jumped over!
The petite dark body overturned the checkers on the table and instantly pressed Xu Shuo to the ground. A fishy breath came out from the mouth on his stomach.
