Chapter 5 Chapter Two Confused

If someone asks me what time represents, I will tell most people the standard answer: time represents accumulation, experience, and wealth.But for me, time only brings me more confusion. After so many years of investigating the zombie incident, I still don't know what to do. Although I have accumulated a certain amount of contacts now, I understand a little bit about what happened to me more than ten years ago, but the more I know, the more suspicious I become. First of all, the monster was indeed human, or had been human.It is the senior of the third class of the sixth grade, but what made the senior look like that?The police may have concealed that case, at least most of them must know what the mutated senior is.

After boarding the plane back to Spring City from Germany, my mind was always in a mess.Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl have not bothered me recently, which also gave me a lot of time. Chuncheng has not been back for a long time. Sitting in the office of one of my dad's companies, I looked up out the window.Through the glass, watching the bustling crowd downstairs. The sun outside is very bright, and human beings are busy multiplying and multiplying, thinking that they have broken away from their biological instincts.However, instinct is something that can be taken off just by taking it off?Downstairs are crowds of shoppers, how many of them know that this world is actually terribly strange?

Human beings are not masters, they just rely on narrow knowledge to survive in self-righteousness.They only see normal things, and when they encounter supernatural and unconventional creatures, events and objects, they will appear extremely vulnerable. Withdrawing my gaze, I carefully read the e-mail several times again, and finally picked up the phone and dialed the mobile phone number at the bottom of the e-mail. The other party quickly answered the phone, his voice was very hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes.They didn't report each other's names, and he already knew who I was.

"Mr. Ye?" "it's me." I froze, a little surprised. "Don't worry, I only told you this phone number." He hehe laughed. We chatted indiscriminately, and I wanted to find out his details, but he talked about him like Tai Chi, obviously he didn't want to talk about specific things on the phone.In the end, the salty and tasteless people felt that it was boring, and stopped the topic at the same time, and the two sides of the microphone suddenly fell into an awkward silence. "You read that email, right?" the man asked in a low voice. Nonsense, I didn't see that I could call you!I complained secretly in my heart, lowered my voice, and replied like a thief: "I saw it. I'm very interested."

"Then, how about finding a place to talk in detail?" "Row." I was about to say an address, but the other party rushed to say: "Go to a bar called Offshore in the south gate, the seventh lounge on the third floor. I'm right here, waiting for you for half an hour. If you don't arrive in half an hour, There is no need to make this call again." The tone of the man's words was a little urgent, which made me frown.What does he mean? After hanging up the phone, I hurriedly drove towards the south gate.Half an hour is very tight, and a minute cannot be wasted.

I think that guy also knows the location of my office, but he emailed me in a roundabout way, and even found a remote bar as a meeting place. A layer of shadow was applied, but more curiosity.From his tone, I faintly smelled a danger. It took me twenty-eight minutes to run and jump into the offshore bar.Pushing open the door, the melodious piano music echoed softly in the ears, which made people relax a lot. Finding the place he designated, the owner of the mysterious letter was sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, and there were more than ten seats away from the nearest guest in the bar.

"Mr. Ye, hello." He glanced at me, "You're very punctual." I was not polite, so I sat across from him and asked, "Now, let's talk frankly and honestly. Who are you? How true are the things mentioned in the letter?" In that letter, the zombie incident mentioned in 1995 was first spread from an inaccessible coal mining village in the Qingcheng Mountains. Everyone in that village died and no one survived.To be honest, I don't care about rumors of this level. After all, there are countless similar rumors, and there are too many versions. The back of the credible letter is accompanied by various evidences, even photos.

The last photo took me beyond words.Because maybe the person who took the photo didn’t notice that there was a dead body in an inconspicuous position in the photo. The dead body was unusual and looked a little deformed, but I recognized it at a glance. It was the one I met seventeen years ago Yes, the monster that made me still fear. "Since Mr. Ye is willing to come over, he must have made a judgment in his heart." The man laughed in an ugly voice. My eyes adapted to the dimness in the bar, and I began to look at each other carefully.He is in his forties, his hands holding the cup are painted and callused, and there are a few shocking scratches on his face, which may have been scratched by the claws of a big cat, but if you look closely, you can't see it. too similar.

"Why do you want to find me?" I asked. "Not long ago, I saw some papers written by Mr. Ye, and you said on Weibo that you were investigating the Spring City zombie incident in 1995, but the investigation was not going well, and it was completely deadlocked. So I thought, maybe Time to speak up!" The man sighed, "Do you want to hear a story? An unfinished story in the letter?" I didn't speak, but made a "please" gesture. So the man picked up the coffee and took a sip. Perhaps because he was not used to the bitter taste, he frowned, and his tone carried a heavy atmosphere, which made the whole bar sink into depression.As he spoke, a bizarre experience that I had never thought of unfolded before my eyes.

He told about a village called Stone Bodhisattva and a young miner named Li Ming. How the entire village dug out iron chains as thick as a human waist under the command of Boss Dong, and how they dug out a statue with a dyed mouth. The stone of the blood of the Buddha.In the end, everyone in Stone Bodhisattva Village, including Boss Dong and the old man in black, were all killed, and only one person escaped! "From your tone, you are that miner named Li Ming?" I squinted my eyes, and my brain was still trying to digest this unbelievable thing. "Yes, I am Li Ming, nicknamed Monkey."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Ever since grandpa rescued me, I was afraid and ran away desperately, escaped from the mine, escaped from Shipusa Village, and never went back. Not long after I escaped, I heard that everyone in the village dead, no one survives." I was silent, and soon I raised my head again, looking at him without blinking, "As far as I know, there is no Stone Bodhisattva Village in the location you mentioned in the Qingcheng Mountains." In order to prove my memory, I took out my mobile phone and turned on the GPS to search, but I did not find the village of Shipusa.This is strange, there is obviously no place, how could it become the source of the zombie incident in the mouth of Li Ming, who claims to have witnessed it? "I can only tell you that Stone Bodhisattva Village did exist. But it was deliberately erased by a powerful force." Li Ming asked with some fear, "Their purpose is unknown, and I still don't know what that organization wants to do!" "However, your existence is a real mystery to me." I laughed dryly, "Are you telling me the so-called truth, are you really just wanting to talk to someone casually? What is your purpose, or what do you want to trade with me?" Li Ming's face full of vicissitudes was full of wrinkles. He was stunned and smiled bitterly, "I don't have any idea of ​​making a deal. It's been seventeen years, and I dare not go back to Stone Bodhisattva Village. Although you are young, Mr. Ye, you are knowledgeable." Yuan Bo, I would like to ask you to go back with me, and use your knowledge to find out what happened back then and what exactly we dug under the mine." "It's that simple?" I wondered. "I'm wondering, are most educated people suspicious?" Li Ming rubbed his hands, "Since I came out of the village, my financial situation has been bad. I can't sleep well at night. Grandpa calls me The stone eyes of the Blood Bodhisattva are so evil. Every night I dream that he is looking at me at work, and then I wake up sweating profusely. If I don’t know the details of that thing, I won’t rest in peace when I die. . If you're talking about a deal, that's the only thing I'm asking for." "In this case, we will leave in three days. Don't worry about the funds, I will be responsible." I nodded and said no more nonsense, "Where do you live now?" "Under the West Bridge of Dongfeng Canal." he answered. "Which place is it, a hotel or a rented room?" I glanced at him, "Give me an address, and I'll pick you up when I'm ready." "It's just under the Dongfeng Canal West Bridge. There are several piers there. I sleep in it at night." Li Ming smiled awkwardly. I was a little surprised, nodded and said: "Okay, I will call you first, and then drive to Dongfengqu to find you." I have no intention of helping him. This person is mysterious in my eyes, even more worthy of my doubts than the incident I am currently investigating.After talking about some precautions, Li Ming repeatedly told me to prepare to hurry up and leave as soon as possible.I vaguely agreed, and then the two separated at the door of the bar, each going their own way. I guessed that after he walked away, I looked back at his back.This guy is very knowledgeable in walking, he seems to have learned anti-stalking, and he disappeared from my sight in a blink of an eye.I stood there for a while, thought for a while, and then slowly got into the car and drove towards the Chuncheng Songxianqiao Antique Market. Sending Xianqiao, it is said that it was far-fetched to have some relationship with Lu Dongbin more than a thousand years ago.This is the largest distribution center for antiques in Spring City, where all the overt and covert antique transactions in the entire county are carried out. Maybe there are no straight goods in it, but there are absolutely no shortage of liars and fortune tellers. Walking on the streets, the crowds here are huge, and there are countless idiots who hope to get rich overnight. I came to an antique shop with a very luxurious facade. There was a simple fortune-telling stall under a tree in front of the shop. I made a sign with rags and wrote the three characters "Bu Suanzi", and the main line of business was: fortune-telling. , bone touching, numerology, lottery, 100 yuan once, the same price. The stall owner was in his fifties, with a mouse mustache on his chin, and looked very obscene. "Give me a fortune telling Guanyin lottery." I took out the money and threw it on the stall. This obscene fortune teller looked up at me, and slowly handed me a bamboo tube, which was densely packed with bamboo sticks written in red. I shook it a few times, and a stick came out of the bamboo tube with a "snap" and fell to the ground. The stall owner picked up the lottery and looked at it, his face was very ugly: "Guanyin lottery, the twenty-seventh lottery. It is very fierce in the northwest. It is not suitable to travel far and explore recently, otherwise it will be close to death." The obscene man put down the sign, and even his voice was obscene, "Xiao Ye, it seems that you have had bad luck recently, and your life is in danger. How about adding an extra hundred yuan, and I will help you resolve it?" "Idiot, as far as you are concerned, I will not believe it unless I have cerebral palsy." I kicked him angrily, "Boss Bu, I have something to trouble you." This obscene old man is well-known in this area, his name is Bu Shuanzi, and it is said that even he himself has forgotten his real name.He is well-informed, and on the surface he is in the business of antiques and fortune-telling, but he is actually an information dealer.I visit him from time to time, and I can be regarded as this guy's only year-end friend. Although, I am quite helpless about this. Seeing the business coming, Bu Shuanzi closed the stall and invited me into the private room of the antique shop. "Help me investigate a few people and a place. In the Qingcheng Mountains, there is a small village called Shipusa Village. There used to be Dongyi Mine there in 1995. The boss's surname is Dong. To investigate the social situation of Boss Dong, and, An old man in his fifties or sixties who had close contacts with him in 1995." I cut to the chase and said, "There may be a 44-year-old man named Li Ming living in the cave under the West Bridge of Dongfeng Canal. Find someone to protect him and investigate everything about him. Finally, help me find an experienced expedition team." , Reliable, strict-mouthed, about five people. The team must at least have experienced vertical sliding experts who can handle vertical cave descents of more than 100 meters. I will see them in three days.” Bu Suanzi's old face lit up, and he said with a beaming smile: "Although the investigation is not a big problem, it is too trivial, and we have to send people as bodyguards. Xiaoye, our friends are friends, and acquaintances are acquaintances. In terms of price, hehe, I will not miss you." .” I sneered: "The few antiques I found in Meishan last time were kept in your store for consignment. I didn't seem to see them when I entered the store just now. Have they been sold?" "Tch, our good buddies, talking about money hurts feelings." Bu Shuanzi laughed and looked at the ceiling, "Wait a minute, I'll check it for you right away. Just an hour!" After he finished speaking, he hurried away, afraid that I would talk about antiques again. I smiled slightly. Based on this guy's virtue, I guess those antiques have already been sold through informal channels. It would be more uncomfortable for him to have to take out the money that flowed into his hands than if his young and beautiful wife gave him a cuckold. . Sitting on the sofa, taking out my mobile phone, I looked up information while drinking cheap tea in the store.Unknowingly, an hour later, Bu Shuanzi returned to the private room with a dark face. "Xiao Ye, the matter you asked me to investigate is a bit tricky." The guy grinned, showing his ugly yellow teeth, "Stone Bodhisattva Village, I compared several databases, but I couldn't find its existence, and the news about Dongyi Mine seems to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands." It was erased, and the technique was neat and clean. As far as I can see, the power is absolutely unimaginable!" I frowned, "You can't get what I want?" "How is it possible? I don't even look at who my fortune teller is!" The old man proudly raised his head and threw out a folder. I opened it, and a photocopy of an old map of Sichuan was displayed in front of me. Bu Shuanzi explained: "This is an old map of Sichuan from 1995 years ago. It came out of an irregular channel. It is very precious, and its level of detail is no less than that of a military map. It does have the place name Shipusa Village on it. It is located between Lingyan Village and Twenty kilometers southwest of Guxian Cave, the village is inaccessible. Because of the mine disaster in 1995, all the people in the village died, so the name of the village was completely erased from the map afterwards. Moreover, there was indeed a Dongyi village in 1995. The owner of the mine is Dong Qingji, a Chinese-American, who rented the mining area in early 1994. The local government thought that the output of the mine was not high, and Dong Qingji promised a high investment, so the government readily agreed. As for Dong Qingji's boss, hehe, this is very interesting." Bu Shuanzi's eyes lit up and his nose twitched, as if he could smell money. I gave him a hard look, "Don't talk to me halfway, finish it in one breath, or I won't send any good things to your house in the future." Bu Suanzi laughed dryly, squinted his eyes, and handed me a photo. I took a look at it, and the photo was a little yellowed. On it was a university with the American National Tournament flying, and an old man in black stood under the flagpole. His face was a bit haggard, probably because he was seriously ill, and his body bones also looked haggard, but the old man's eyeballs shone with a frightening light, and he was very imposing. "Is he the real behind-the-scenes boss of Dongyi Mine?" I asked. "That's right. It's him. His name is Kong Shihui. He must have been fifty-seven years old in 1995. He was a professor of archeology at the University of California, Berkeley. He not only made achievements in archaeology, but also in mining exploration and precious resource search He also made a lot of achievements. But the guy is most famous for robbing tombs. Kong Shihui is notorious for robbing tombs everywhere in mainland China. A strong and strong person became unrecognizable overnight, his jet-black hair fell out in bunches as if he had cancer, and he was also sluggish." Bu Shuanzi licked his lips, "The most important thing is that he and Dong Qingji disappeared completely after May 1995. The industry has speculated that Kong Shihui may have died in some cemetery, No more mutilation of cultural heritage." I sat on the sofa motionless, my brain thinking fast.The news Bu Shuanzi investigated coincided with the story Li Ming told me. If what Li Ming said is true, then Dong Qingji and Kong Shihui probably died in Dongyi Mine. The most important thing is the location of Stone Bodhisattva Village. It is actually 20 kilometers southwest of Lingyan Village and Guxian Cave. I remember that the sixth-grade senior who turned into a monster in the toilet seventeen years ago was from Lingyan Village. Is this true? It means that the monster I saw that time really has some kind of connection with Stone Bodhisattva Village? In any case, it is still necessary to go to Shipusa Village to investigate in person. I ordered Bu Shuanzi to send someone to protect Li Ming as soon as possible, and drove back home by myself.The early preparations for the expedition were very complicated, not to mention that the place to be visited was inaccessible and belonged to the deepest part of the Qingcheng Mountains.In fact, every famous mountain and great river has too many strange and unexplainable phenomena, so human beings build roads to avoid danger. For some reason, there is always a sense of uneasiness in my heart, as if this adventure will not be peaceful. Before half of the work in hand was finished, it was already dark.I ordered delivery, and sat in front of the computer while eating, investigating the Spring City zombie incident and the information given to me by Bu Shuanzi. At about 10:30 in the evening, the phone suddenly rang non-stop. I was startled, subconsciously connected, and heard Bu Shuanzi shout anxiously: "Xiaoye, the Li Ming you asked me to protect is dead!"