Cheng Mengyun also reached out and touched the table, and she found that there was almost no dust on her fingertips.

A thought came to her mind, and she thought of the person who sang last night: "Isn't there anyone living here? It's impossible for someone to clean it regularly."

At this time, she found that there was something wrong with the neatly arranged books on the desk. The title of the book was about the cultivation of plants and animals. However, some books with obscure content appeared, such as "The Secret of Gene Editing", " The Origin of Life, and many more to come, as well as books on biochemistry.

Do people in the village really see this kind of thing? Or, is the person living in this room with a special hobby of reading?

The three of them are not clear about this issue.

Yinhua turned around and looked at the bunk bed next to the wall. There were some paper-cuts and posters on the wall inside the bed. Judging from the date, it was something from a few months ago.

In addition to the messy clothes, the whole room also revealed a bit of human taste, but in essence, there were basically only two beds, one table and one cabinet. It seemed that there was no connection to the TV. It looked like a decoration.

Items that belong to a personal touch are very rare.

"Do you think that this room is more like a school dormitory than a guest room?" Cheng Mengyun pointed to the bunk, "Not many people would buy this kind of bed?"

Yinhua had already noticed something was wrong, and he said, "I don't rule out that possibility, and there is a high probability that this family has two children."

Zhao Qinghan doesn't care much about this. Instead of finding out the weirdness of this room, she is more concerned about finding tools: "So have you found tools like hoes and shovels?"

Cheng Mengyun opened the refrigerator, and before she opened it, she had prepared a mess of bugs or weird things that would crawl out of it because the food rotted.

Who knew it was empty inside!

Unbelievably, she opened the closet again, which was also empty.

She had been nervously clenching the axe in her hand before, but she didn't expect it to be of no use at all, and she didn't dare to relax.

When she heard Zhao Qinghan's question, she realized that their purpose was to get tools, not to be detectives to investigate clues.

Alas, it's all because she likes to surf the Internet and play script kills before the end of the world, and sometimes she even starts to play the script that combines iron playing and escape room, and she can't help but start rummaging for clues.

Ahem, she's so poor, it's impossible for her to take the initiative to spend money to play. She just strayed into a scripted killing group.

Cheng Mengyun replied honestly: "No, everything is empty, maybe they won't put the farm tools in the bedroom."

Zhao Qinghan hugged her arms and leaned against the threshold. She was playing with a lighter and pointed to the bunks: "Would you like to see if there is anything under the bed? Some people also choose to put utensils under the bed."

This kind of dirty work was covered by Yinhua directly. He asked Cheng Mengyun to hold the flashlight and adjust his posture to look under the bed.

The bottom of the bed was blocked by the quilt hanging down from the bed, and he waved it away.

The bottom is equally empty, with nothing but dust.

Cheng Mengyun wanted to wake up Yinhua in disappointment, but Yinhua kept his body still and even said, "Mengyun, turn your light to the right, I seem to see words under the bed."

Character? Why are there words under the bed? Cheng Mengyun does not know why.

Yiyan controlled the flashlight, she also bent down curiously and looked sideways.

In the bright light, a few words seemed to be carved with sharp objects on the pale white wall.

The strokes are intermittent and incoherently written:

I really shouldn't be here! ! !

It should be a word carefully picked out with a fingernail, followed by countless exclamation marks. The pain and regret of the writer can almost be seen through the wall.

"Very well, this village tells us clearly everywhere that it is evil." Cheng Mengyun got goosebumps the moment he saw those words.

She jumped up from the ground, wiped off the ashes on her body, and then stretched out her hand, trying to pull Yinhua up as well.

Yinhua looked at the slender white hand in front of him, and after a moment of stupefaction, he held it for a short time as if nothing had happened. After standing up from the ground, he suddenly let go of his hand.

Telling the above findings to Zhao Qinghan, who was guarding the gate, Zhao Qinghan didn't think too much about it, and it was impossible for them to seriously analyze these incredible phenomena, so they could only ignore them.

The most important thing now is to find the tools that are handy. If you only come to the "Longevity Village" house today, and you can clear the obstacles and run away today, it will be the best.

Nothing was found in the room on the left, and the three decided to go to the row of rooms on the right to see the situation.

It is said that it is a row of houses, but in fact it is generally a large rectangular room. Limited by the smallness of the earthen house itself, even the room seemed cramped.

Before entering the door, Yinhua stopped walking suddenly, he stopped in front of the bedroom door where the three of them had just entered, and stood in the yard observing for a while.

The top of the house is not a small bungalow in traditional style, but a round arched top.

Yinhua said: "Look, these rooms are round at the top and square at the bottom. Does it look like a coffin?"

This is not over yet, he pointed to the carved patterns on the outside of the room. Only in the direction facing the courtyard, the top of the room is carved with exquisite patterns of wood, and the patterns are shaped like copper coins.

Yinhua continued to add: "The patterns on the top of these rooms are like copper coins, and finally combined into the shape of a 'sword', you know, the 'copper coin sword' is a sharp weapon to suppress evil spirits. Combining them together means that evil spirits are suppressed in the coffin. These The construction of the room is very problematic."

Cheng Mengyun deeply felt that there was another Fengshui master by her side, and she even forgot that Yinhua had also studied metaphysics, because of her own sideline problems, and the fact that Cheng Mengyun lived in a haunted house later, Yinhua worked hard on this aspect .

Cheng Mengyun felt that she was already numb. In just a few days, she was popularized by these two people about all kinds of weird Fengshui customs. Taste the wisdom of the working people.

She tugged at Yinhua: "Thank you, Huazi, for your popular science. Let's go to the room on the right first."

It was this pulling effort, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow passing by the opened door.

What it is?

Cheng Mengyun's heartbeat suddenly soared, she dragged Yinhua and ran directly to the gate.

She looked around, the dirt road outside the door was as deserted as before, and the damp white paper lanterns under the eaves of the door were spinning in the air.

That white shadow seemed to be just her illusion.

"Just now, I saw a white shadow flash past the door." Cheng Mengyun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Yinhua recovered from staring at Faxiao and his handshake: "Are ghosts so rampant in broad daylight?"

Cheng Mengyun's fearful emotions were interrupted by his words, she looked at Yinhua's still calm appearance, and her noisy heart gradually settled down.

"That's right, the ghost just took a peek, and didn't bother us much." Thinking of the appearance of the white shadow running away immediately after being discovered, Cheng Mengyun felt that there was nothing to worry about.

Zhao Qinghan ignored the interaction between the two, and she expressed admiration for their unscrupulous behavior of talking about ghosts.

She whispered the Buddhist scriptures she asked from the master before, hoping that the gods here would not be bothered by their wild opinions.

Cheng Mengyun also heard Zhao Qinghan chanting scriptures in a low voice. She also heard it when she and Zhao Qinghan held vigil last night. She knew that it was the other party begging everyone to be safe.

She let go of Yinhua's arm, and after finding nothing at the gate, she went to the house on the right as originally planned.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, Cheng Mengyun was almost fainted by the stench. She held her breath and felt that she couldn't bear it, so she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve.

In the next second, she was shocked by the things in the room.

The high-powered flashlight illuminated the small room at a glance. Nothing was placed here, just a few large iron cages. The iron cage was two meters long and wide, with iron chains scattered around it, as well as iron basins with black objects.

There was a foul stench in the room, like a combination of spoiled food and excrement, as well as a rotten smell that was hard to ignore.

"Ah...why is there a cage here, could it be for a snake...?" Cheng Mengyun stammered, she was shocked by this scene.

After she finished speaking, she immediately denied her previous judgment: "It can't be the snake. The gap in this cage is so wide, if the snake is closed, it can crawl out."

"There are scratches on the ground." Yinhua said with a serious look.

This house has no modern facilities, the floor and walls are all earthy, and under the strong light of the flashlight, the dense scratches on the bottom of the cage are also exposed in front of the three people.

"There are no large animals near D city..." Zhao Qinghan also stopped chanting the Buddhist scriptures. While she was guarding her back, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the situation in this room.

The three of them looked at each other, and a natural possibility came to mind.

It's very likely that these iron cages are locked in...

Cheng Mengyun smiled reluctantly: "Let's go to the last room, there is no hoe and shovel here."

Unexpectedly, the last room above is the same scene as the room on the right.

The same stench, the same empty iron cage.

They came to the gate with nothing.

Cheng Mengyun's body was icy cold, and the strange white shadow did not appear again. She was weighed down by the possible cognition.

To save power, the flashlight is turned off and put back in the backpack.

Cheng Mengyun stood by the threshold, and she looked around the long-abandoned village blankly. In front of her was the bright day, and behind her it was bright, but because of the old trees, it was as dark as night.

The three of them didn't speak for a long time, and finally Yinhua broke the peace by speaking:

"Have you noticed that this family has no living room, no farmland, and no kitchen for cooking? Does this family need to eat?"