Chapter 72 2. Go back to Black Mist Village

Five hours later, it was dark, and our car arrived at Heiwu Village. In the village, every house is lit with lights. There is no one on the road, only white snow. We got out of the car and entered the village committee. There was only one headlight in the whole room, like a scene in an interrogation room in a foreign movie. I have a sense of foreboding. As soon as I entered the room, before I could stand still, two people grabbed my arms and put a knife on my neck. Qi Jun turned his head and shouted: "Let him go, what are you going to do?" "He's a policeman! He's a prison policeman, we know him!" Lao Wang pointed at me and said loudly.

"You have misunderstood the person, I am Han Zaitian." I said. "He is Han Zaitian, a murderer. Why are you doing this? Can I just bring him back from prison alone? I know his situation better than you. He blocked a knife for me. Who of you has blocked a knife for me? ?" Qi Jun pointed at everyone present. Qi Jun walked up to me, grabbed the knife on my neck, and put it on his neck. "Just a few months ago, he came to our village, looking for a man named Ma Gan, and we kicked him out!" Lao Wang said. "Who is Ma Gan? I have been in prison for eight years. This is the first time I have been released from prison. Qi Jun, don't you believe me?"

"I sent someone to investigate him, and he did spend eight years in prison." "How is this possible? The prison guard I saw looked exactly like him!" Old Wang said in amazement. "Did you see the devil? He is a prison guard, how could you beat him?" I held the knife with my hand, and blood flowed out... After that, I punched the man behind me and knocked him down. land. Then, with a lunge, he jumped in front of Old Wang, punched him in the face, and kicked him in the stomach. He was knocked to the ground by me, and I stretched out my foot and stepped on his head, "I have been in prison for eight years, and you still suspect me when I come out? Qi Jun, it seems that I can't accompany you anymore!"

I turned and opened the door and left. Qi Jun grabbed me from behind and said in a low voice, "You leave, that's what they want to see the most." I stopped, Qi Jun laughed and said: "A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..." Lao Wang also changed his attitude. He leaned against the corner and looked at me in horror: "Yes, we have admitted the wrong person, indeed we have admitted the wrong person." After dinner, Lao Wang arranged for us to rest, but he separated me from Qi Jun. If they separate, they will separate, and they can't do anything to me.

A short villager took me to the place where I lived. He looked weird, with a big face, small eyes, a bald head, one ear missing, and an old down jacket full of oil stains. He is holding a whip, which is very old and dirty, as if it has been used for many years. It is the kind used in rural areas to drive horse-drawn carts, and it is much smaller than a horse whip. What is he doing with a whip in the middle of the night? Outside, it was surprisingly cold, and it was snowing again. The snowflakes were blowing on the face, and the skin felt like a knife cut. The lights on both sides of the road in the middle of the village were off, and there was no one on the road.

The short villager kept walking slowly, holding the whip in his right hand, and I asked him, "Where are we going?" "Go where you live!" His voice didn't seem to be coming from his mouth, but more like coming from his back. I walked straight with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and there were creaking and creaking sounds under my feet. Suddenly, he stopped, pointed to a two-story building by the side of the road and said, "You will live here tonight!" I raised my head and saw a dark building with several dark windows on the front, which looked like pairs of black eyes.

"Am I the only one living here?" "Of course, who else but you?" "Where does Big Brother Qi live?" "Where he lives, you don't care. Tomorrow, he will naturally come to you." After the short man finished speaking, he handed me a key, and then handed me the whip, "Defend yourself at night. !" After that, he turned around and left, he walked a few steps, stopped again, turned to me and said, "If something happens, just shake the whip..." ah?I clutched at the whip, doing nothing. I opened the door with the key, and the room is warm. There is heating in such a small village.

The house has been simply decorated. The house is clean and tidy. The decoration style is similar to that of a small hotel, but the style is closer to the home. After I entered the door, I saw a corridor with two rooms on the left and right. I pushed open the door on the left. This is a room with a single bed, a TV, a computer, and a sofa. What surprised me even more was that there was a water dispenser in the room. I sat on the couch with the whip still in my hand. I began to examine the whip carefully. I think it looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere, why is that dwarf giving me a whip in the middle of the night?

I clenched the whip tightly and whipped it hard, the whip made a crisp sound, the lights in the room flickered twice, and then went out. It was dark in the room. It's fucking weird. So, I pushed open the door and entered another room, the one on the right hand side of the corridor, which was furnished the same as the house on the left hand side. I flicked my whip again, and the light flickered twice, and then went out. It was dark again in the room. It's kind of evil. At this time, I looked out of the window, and a black figure came in. I took a closer look, and it was the dwarf.

I walked out of the gate and stood in the snow, and he pushed me aggressively. "Why do you want to throw the whip for nothing?" "I'm just playing for fun, what's the matter with whipping? What's your business?" "This whip can't be thrown casually!!!" After finishing speaking, he grabbed the whip, stroked it lovingly, and then gave it back to me. Then, he left in a hurry. I returned to the room on the left, and the lights came on. After a while, the lights went out again. I stomped my foot and the lights came on again—damn, voice-activated lights.

I looked at the whip carefully again, and suddenly, I remembered something, and I felt my hairs stand on end. Push open the door and throw the whip out... I still remember that when I was six years old, my great-grandmother passed away, that is, my grandma's mother. She was so good to me when I was little, and when she passed away, I was so sad, I couldn't cry. I remember, on the night my grandma died, my mother and I went to grandma's house. Grandma's body was parked on the floor of grandma's kitchen. At that time, she was holding a whip in her hand. I asked my mother what the whip was for. My mother said that it is for people to go to the underworld to beat dogs after death.