Early the next morning, the fat man and I arrived at the train station, and we saw Lingqian, who was dressed in a dress with long hair, standing in the crowd. If you put aside her arrogant temperament, she is really a beautiful girl with beautiful eyes.

The fat man smiled next to me and whispered, "It's really beautiful." ”

There's a problem with this guy that he likes girls who look bookish. When we were young, we would sometimes ask our fox friends to hang out at the nearby dance halls, and the fat women who imitated American dresses and had wavy hair would not look at them. On the contrary, he is always tempted by those girls who seem to be quiet, and Lingqian is really the type he likes just by looking at her appearance.

"Painted skin......"

I smiled and said something meaningful.

After walking over, Lingqian looked at his watch and said with some displeasure, "I'm five minutes late." ”

"The bus is late."

I glanced at her and rambled casually. In fact, I was deliberately late, and although working together must be based on the premise of unity, I was always a little unhappy to be ridden on the head by a woman. It's like being angry in my heart, and I always want to kill her majesty!

"Hey, hello girl, my name is Cui Zhen. We haven't gotten to know each other yet, let's get to know each other......"

The fat man walked up with a hippie smile, Lingqian glanced at him, and said coldly: "Catch the train, I have already arranged it for Nurul Tiger Mountain, don't hold me back this time." ”

With that, she walked into the car on her own. The fat man looked back at me, sighed, and said, "Brother, I kind of know what you mean by what you just said." ”

The train sat for nearly three days, and when we got out of the train station, we felt that the whole person was floating, and there seemed to be an echo of "clang, clang......" in our ears.

Out of the train station, compared to the bustle of Shanghai, this place can only be described as deserted. I looked out and saw an army-green jeep parked on the side of the road outside the train station.

"Hey, this girl is rich enough, Beijing 212, I've always wanted to get one, but unfortunately I don't have the money."

The fat man had some research on the car, and at this time he looked at the army green jeep beside Lingqian with envy.

The Beijing 212 naturally cannot be compared with many later high-performance jeeps, but in our youth it was in a sense one of the dreams of men. The maximum speed is about 115 kilometers per hour, and the fuel consumption is almost 14 per 100 kilometers, which are not outstanding data, but not many people know about them back then. In our opinion, its powerful ability to conquer all kinds of terrain, and the green spray paint that represents the soldier's dream in the hearts of men are enough to prove its achievements across the ages.

"This car belongs to a friend of mine and lent it to me. Let's go to the village first to see how it goes. ”

Lingqian skillfully sat in the driver's position, pulled down the gear, and the car let out a pleasant roar, and we officially hit the road at this time.

There are not only Han Chinese people in the vicinity of Nurul Tiger Mountain, but also Korean friends can sometimes be seen here. The temperature was colder than in Shanghai, so the fat man and I both wore sweaters.

Lingqian said while driving: "The Great Black Mountain is one of the main peaks of the Nurur Tiger Mountain Range, and the nearby primeval forests are mainly shrubs and pine forests. The total length of the mountain range is almost 100 kilometers, and many of them have not been really explored. Of course, the presence of tigers is not excluded! ”

The car drove along the mountain road, almost no one was seen, the fat man leaned on the window and looked out, and said with a smile: "It's still comfortable in the forest, the big city is too depressing!" ”

Our destination was in a small village near the Great Black Mountain, and when we arrived, it was already dark, and we could see a group of people standing at the entrance of the village through the headlights. One of the leaders is an old man in his 50s, wearing green overalls, who is from the mountains.

We parked our car on the side of the road and a group of people from the opposite side immediately walked up.

"Hello hello ......"

The old man spoke first, with a strong local accent in his voice, Lingqian nodded and said, "We are here to help you catch ghosts." ”

It was so straightforward, which surprised me and the fat man. The old man immediately smiled and extended his hand to invite us into the village.

The whole village is bigger than I expected, about 50 families, nearly 160 people, mainly relying on hunting and planting trees for their livelihood, there is no telephone in the village, and every half a month the village postman will deliver letters.

The office of the village branch was actually an empty barn, candles were lit, and a group of us sat around a wooden table.

Although the old man's accent is strong, we can barely understand the Mandarin he can speak.

"Five or six people are missing. They were all hunters, and they didn't come back after they entered the mountains. We also sent someone to look for it, and we found a few pieces of clothing, all of which were torn apart. ”

These descriptions are similar to what we have received before, that the ghosts lure the lone people to be eaten by the tigers, and their clothes will definitely be torn apart by the tigers.

"Do you have any tigers around here?"

Lingqian asked bluntly.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, lit a cigarette pouch and said, "There are no tigers around us, so we don't know if we go to the mountains." Anyway, I haven't met ......."

There are no tigers! I was puzzled at once, the ghosts rely on the tiger to do evil, if there is no tiger nearby, then it doesn't mean that there should be no ghost in the vicinity. Before that, Zhu Zi and Lingqian both believed that it was the ghost's doing, and there were many things that didn't make sense.

"Can you see the family?"

Lingqian's expression looked serious, the old man nodded and shouted outside, and after a while, several women walked in, and it seemed that they should all be the wives and families of the missing hunters.

Lingqian asked about the situation carefully, but it seemed to me and the fat man that she was asking some inconsequential questions. For example, the daily routine, whether the missing hunters have bad habits, and whether there are similar disappearances in nearby villages.

This question dragged the time into the middle of the night, and by the time Lingqian finished asking, the fat man next to me was already a little sleepy.

"Let's get here today, and we'll go into the mountains early tomorrow morning to see where you found your clothes. Let's rest early......"

She was very friendly to these people, and after everyone left, she suddenly turned back with a cold face and said, "What do you think?" ”

The fat guy almost dreamed of holding the haystack, and his head was naturally empty, and I couldn't say why, so I simply shook my head.

"Hmph, that's a burden."

Lingqian looked at the two of us with some contempt, causing me to frown.

"And what do you see?"

I'm not satisfied.

"The first to disappear are all hunters, and only the hunters of this village. I just asked, and the village chief said that nothing like that happened in several nearby villages. Secondly, these missing people are all old hunters, at least more than ten years old. In other words, they have a lot of experience in the mountains and forests, and I have a few hunter friends, and the best of them can even play scouts around in the woods. In the end, it's all of them who don't drink at all. Tigers have a habit of not eating and drinking much, and people who are drunk should be resistant to alcohol. After analyzing the above three points, we can generally draw the following conclusions: there must be ghosts and monsters, and it can basically be judged as an act of revenge against this village. At the same time, it is almost certain that it was the ghost who did it, because the people who were eaten by the tiger did not drink. And, in my opinion, there may be more than just ghosts here. ”

Lingqian really impressed me this time, I was a little unhappy with her arrogant attitude before, and I have changed my mind now, and I can deduce so many things from some small observations and events, it seems that she is really capable.

"It's like solving a case, haha."

The fat man shook his head and said.

"Let's go to bed first, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning. I slept in the next room, and if I dared to sneak in at night, beware that I would kill you. ”

After saying that, Lingqian walked out with her luggage on her back, and the fat man and I looked at each other, and finally smiled bitterly.

"I thought we were Yang Zirong and 203 this time, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was two little pawns under Wu Zetian, haha."

The fat man said this funny, and I said helplessly: "Don't be poor, rest early, you will be busy tomorrow." ”

I fell asleep against the haystack, and this sleep was very shallow, and I always seemed to feel a little cold when I was half asleep and half awake. It was as if the village surrounded by the forest had been targeted by something at night......