Although I saw the village, as the old saying goes, the mountain runs a dead horse, coupled with the heavy rain in the sky, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and the group is one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the speed of travel is very slow.

What's more, after seeing the policeman's body, except for Bao Qingshan, everyone's hearts were depressed to varying degrees.

My heart is particularly heavy.

As a medical examiner, I immediately judged that the policeman was probably in a coma due to physical exhaustion, and was bitten alive by a wild boar, and the death time was no more than 12 hours.

It made me wonder what he had been through in the mountains.

What is the situation of the remaining five policemen now......

As we approached the village, the rain had subsided.

Bao Qingshan suddenly turned around, shook the handcuffs on his hands at Guo Sen and Captain Mao, and said in a weird way:

"You want me to wear this into the village?"

Guo Sen hesitated for a moment, walked over and opened the handcuffs for him.

Bao Qingshan moved his wrist a few times, and suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"I mean what I say, as long as I find the person I am looking for, what you want to know, I will tell you. Until then, our goal is the same. I don't want you to go into the village as a policeman, that will only cause trouble. ”

Guo Sen glanced at me and the blind man, and said in a deep voice:

"Sir was invited by you, and we are here with two gentlemen."

Bao Qingshan smiled, nodded, and turned his gaze to Sima Nan, but he didn't have the same kind of urgency as before, but said lightly:

"You're an outsider now, and people here don't like to be photographed by outsiders."

Sima Nan's body trembled, subconsciously avoided his eyes, took off the camera and put it in his bag.

I looked at the blind man and said nothing.

Even if Guo Sen doesn't say it, how can we not know what it means to be 'the emperor is far away'.

But later, when I heard Guo Sen talk about his experience of rescuing Sima Nan from the fire pit seven years ago, I still had a white sweat down my spine.

In some special circumstances, man is indeed more terrifying than the beast of the flood......

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, the blind man stopped, took out his compass and looked at it for a while, and his face gradually became gloomy.

I was about to ask him what he saw, when suddenly, for some reason, a gust of wind swept in.

The wind swept in the drizzle, and I subconsciously squinted my eyes.

It was then that I saw a shirtless middle-aged man wearing only a pair of coarse cloth trousers, running out of the village barefoot.

The man was about forty or fifty years old, very tall, but very lean.

"Oh no! Oh no! If you die, you will die......"

The man looked frightened, screaming strangely, and running towards this side in a hurry.

Seeing that he was about to collide with Sima Nan head-on, I hurriedly pulled Sima Nan.

The man didn't seem to see us at all, ran all the way to the side of the mountain road at the head of the village, ran forward for a while, and suddenly fell back again, squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, trembling uncontrollably.

I heard him whimper, but I couldn't hear the content clearly, and subconsciously frowned and walked over.

It was almost behind him that I could barely hear what he was saying:

"I can't go...... Can't go...... It's none of my business...... Let me go......"

I hesitated for a moment, and just wanted to step up to him and ask him what was going on.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm violently.

I was full of excitement, and when I turned around, I saw Guo Sen looking at me with a puzzled look and asking, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"You didn't see ......"

I was only halfway through the sentence and I froze.

When I turned my head again, the man with only a pair of pants was gone!

"Don't touch him!"

The blind man walked over, opened Guo Sen's hand, looked at me and asked, "What do you see?" ”

When I raised my eyes, I saw that in addition to Guo Sen, Captain Mao and Bao Qingshan were also staring at me uncertainly.

Sima Nan, who was pulled by me, let alone that, looked at me like a monster.

None of them saw the man......

It's Psionic!

I reacted quickly.

I glanced at Bao Qingshan, saw his old eyes flickering, seemed to be thinking about something, thought about it, and said in a deep voice:

"Someone in the village died, a ......"

"Who is it?"

Bao Qingshan's reaction was surprisingly big, and he staggered to me, looked at me with some panic and asked, "Are you ...... What do you see? Who...... What does it look like? ”

I looked at him for a while, and just as I was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of mourning music in the village.

In the blink of an eye, a funeral procession walked out!

At the forefront was a young man dressed in linen and filial piety, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a blank and insensitive face.

Beside him was a tall and burly old man, with gray hair, but his waist was very straight, and a white cloth belt was tied around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, I saw eight men with different physiques, carrying a varnish coffin and following out of the village.

The eight people all bowed their heads slightly, kept their mouths closed, and carried the coffin forward without squinting.

"There's an ink fountain line on the coffin, and I'm dying!" The blind man whispered.

I glanced at the criss-crossed checkerboard ink lines on the coffin and nodded slightly.

Looking at the old man who threw paper money, a strange feeling that could not be said to arise in my heart.

"What's that?" Sima Nan shouted in a low voice.

I glared at her, but when I saw the funeral procession coming out of the village, I shuddered like an electric shock, and I was frozen and unable to move.

When someone dies, it is normal for relatives and friends to give him (her) the last ride.

But I swear that anyone who sees this funeral party in front of them will feel uncomfortable.

Because, in addition to the people who carried the banners and the money in front, there were also the eight people who carried the coffin, and there were almost no living people in the mighty funeral procession behind!

It is impossible for a dead person to give a burial to a living person.

Those 'people' are certainly not dead people.

At such a close distance, as long as you are not blind, you can see that the so-called funeral party is actually composed of paper people!

That's right, it's indeed a paper figure made of bamboo strips of white paper.

Each paper figure is about the size of a life-size person, with eyebrows and eyes, carmine on both cheeks, and even different hair accessories for men and women.

Dozens of paper figures lined up in two neat rows, following the coffin and fluttering forward......

All I could hear was the constant chatter of my teeth......

The funeral procession approached us.

The boy who was holding the banner only glanced at us indifferently and continued on.

The old man who sprinkled the paper money was scattering the money, while staring at us, and finally his eyes stayed on Bao Qingshan's face for a while, and then he turned his face away.

The eight coffin-bearers all walked by with their heads slightly hung and their mouths closed, without squinting.

I was staring at the varnished coffin in disbelief, cold and cold, a puddle of rain falling on my face.

As I turned around, a miserable white horse's head slammed into a place less than a foot in front of me!

I instinctively took a step backwards, and looked closely in horror, only to realize that it was actually a paper horse's head!

The horse's head was placed on the head of a man dressed in plain white, which at first glance looked like a paper figure.

Looking up again, in the other line of queues, there was a person with a bull's head tied with paper on his head, parallel to the 'horse's head'.

It was only then that I realized that the bull head and the horse head were real people, but they were fake heads with paper ties.

At the same time, I also found that one of the hands of the 'bull head and horse face' was strangely raised in front of the shoulder, clenched into a fist.

After a closer look, I subconsciously closed my eyes tightly.

The hands of the bull head and horse face are not held in a false position, but each holds a flat piece of bamboo.

The bamboo slices are very long.

The paper funeral team in the rear was all glued to the bamboo pieces.

"Paralyzed, what the hell is that old dog doing?" Bao Qingshan scolded in a low voice, obviously a little frightened.

The blind man glanced at me and whispered, "The eight immortals carry the coffin, the paper man is buried, and the people in the coffin ...... It's definitely a big murder. There are connoisseurs in the village. ”

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I just wanted to reply, but the next second, I just felt like my whole face was covered in 502, and I was completely stiff and couldn't move.

The bamboo slices carried on the shoulders of the 'Ox Head Horse Noodles' are very long, five or six meters long.

Paper figures glued together by bamboo pieces 'pass by' in front of us in turn.

But just when the blind man said, 'There are connoisseurs in the village'.

A paper figure passing in front of me suddenly turned his head sharply, opened his mouth, and smiled at me......

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