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Chapter 3 Ghost Festival Ancient Jade (Part 2)

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    Lao Zhao was silent for a long time after listening to me.

    I smiled and said, "Do you not believe my words? I don't believe it either. My parents were just farmers back then, who could think of ways to deal with our family? What's the benefit? It's just that this jade will have feelings after wearing it for a long time, and I don't want to pick it off.  If you drop it, it will probably stay with you."

    Old Zhao nodded and said, "Then follow me."

    I was taken aback, thinking I told a story and he changed his mind?

    Old Zhao glared at me: "What are you doing in a daze, get ready to go!"

    I was ecstatic, and hurriedly said: "What are you going to do? When you say we will leave, let's go."

    Old Zhao nodded and said: "Then let's go." Then, he handed a small wooden box to me: "Help me hold it."

    I was busy taking it.  But the weight of the box made my hands feel heavy, and I couldn't help frowning: "Master, what are you putting in this box? It's too heavy!"

    Old Zhao glared at me: "Where is so much nonsense?! If you don't want to go, just return the box to me!"

    I quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Master, where is it, I just said it casually." Then, I quickly carried the box and pushed the door.

    Lao Zhao and I left the gate of the Municipal Bureau and rushed all the way to the bus station.  After arriving in Fengyang County, go to Fengshan Village.  After all this tossing, the sun has already set.

    When I arrived at the village, I realized that this place is indeed one of the poorest villages in Anhui.  Not to mention the dusty dirt road, the old thatched huts, even the few willow trees at the head of the village, they also look listless and dilapidated.

    "This village is really rustic." I frowned.

    Lao Zhao said: "It's not the soil, but the age. A few years ago, there wasn't even a dirt road into the village, and it was all wild roads overgrown with weeds."

    I thought to myself, it's no wonder the ancestral hall is still preserved for being so uncouth.

    We did not wear police uniforms this time. After arriving in the village, Lao Zhao did not go to the villagers to inquire about the case. Instead, he inquired about the location of the ancestral hall and made a detour.  The first time I participated in handling a case, I was a little excited, so I followed it with great interest.

    When I got to the ancestral hall, I looked around and found that the ancestral hall was interesting, and it happened to be built next to the village cemetery.  I know that some ancient villages still retain certain ancient customs, such as offering sacrifices during festivals and holding various ceremonies in ancestral halls.  Although the ancestral hall enshrines the respected ancestors in the village and the dead, but with the large cemetery next to it, it is almost the same as Yizhuang.  Now that someone is dead, I feel even more desolate and desolate.

    The light of the setting sun has gradually withdrawn, and the dusk between the sky and the earth is falling slightly.  I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but I always feel that the night wind here is chilly.  It's May now, but this place is like late autumn, with an inexplicable coolness in the wind.

    I shivered, looking at the half-closed door of the ancestral hall, I suddenly felt a little trembling.  Thinking of the four or five people who died here, and maybe an old lady's coffin inside, the creepy feeling slowly climbed into my heart.

    "Scared?" Lao Zhao looked at my expression and smiled.

    I immediately retorted: "Where is it, I'm so excited!" As I said that, I rushed up a few steps and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

    A gust of cold wind blew from the ancestral hall, blowing the paintings on the wall.  A coffin lay before my eyes.  But the lid of the coffin was closed and clean, and a wreath of chrysanthemums was placed on it.

    "Well, if the case is not solved, this old lady will not be able to rest in peace, Master, you say" When I said this, I felt that there was no sound around.  I turned around suddenly, only to realize that Old Zhao was not behind me at all.

    What about people?  ?  I was startled, and at this moment, the gate of the ancestral hall that was originally opened suddenly closed with a "babble" sound.

    Immediately, I felt my scalp go numb, and I got goosebumps all over my body.  I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but in this barren village, in the ancestral hall where people have died, and beside the old coffins, it is inevitable that there will be some chills.

    I settled down and shouted: "Master, Master?!"

    After shouting for a long time, there was only my own echo in the ancestral hall.  Old Zhao is missing.

    I rushed to the gate of the ancestral hall and pushed the gate of the ancestral hall desperately.  But after I pushed for a while, the dilapidated wooden door turned out to be as motionless as an iron door.

    Did it really hit a ghost?  I thought to myself.  Turning to cursing secretly: I am a fucking policeman, I am afraid of his fart.

    Thinking of this, I became more courageous and wondered if someone had sealed the door of the ancestral hall outside?  If so, it may be someone who has a great relationship with the murderer!  Or the murderer!  This guy must be watching the ancestral hall all the time, and when he saw someone entering the ancestral hall, he immediately closed the door of the ancestral hall!

    I am guessing like this, although I feelThis speculation is a bit reluctant, but it somewhat calms down my mind.  It's just that after a while, a feeling of sharpness suddenly came to my heart.  My heart tightened, and I turned around to look, only to see that there was no one behind me, only a coffin and countless spirit tablets standing coldly and silently behind me.

    I breathed a sigh of relief, and accidentally saw a few dilapidated scrolls hanging on the walls of the ancestral hall.  I counted, there are six paintings in total.  When I approached and took a closer look, I couldn't help feeling horrified after seeing the content of the painting clearly.

    I saw that the first painting painted a skinny and ugly person.  The man's belly was big and round, and he was eating a bloody human leg; the second painting showed a fat man lying in the snow, his stomach was disemboweled, and the internal organs flowed out from the wound, and flowed all over the ground  ;

    The third painting shows a woman with disheveled hair, long black hair tangled all over her body, and her face is also covered by long hair.  But those terrified eyes protruded from the long hair, very terrifying.  She fell to the ground dying, with wounds all over her body, and maggots had grown from the wounds, and it was very disgusting to attach to them.

    The fourth painting shows a man in armor, his body is full of arrows, and his hands and feet have been cut off.

    The fifth painting shows a person lying in a coffin, rotted beyond recognition.

    The sixth painting is blank.

    These five paintings give people a very uncomfortable feeling, as if the people and objects in the paintings are "alive", as if they can smell the bloody smell in the scrolls and the rotten smell of the corpses.

    I quickly looked away from the picture, thinking that this ancestral hall is not dedicated to the ancestors, how could there be such a bloody and ominous picture?

    Moreover, what is the meaning of this painting?

    I couldn't figure it out, so I gave up.  Because Lao Zhao is gone now.  But the ancestral hall is so big, where can Lao Zhao hide?  Or, has he been attacked by gangsters?  Thinking of this, I hurriedly searched back and forth in the ancestral hall, but couldn't find any clues about Lao Zhao.

    Just when I was extremely puzzled, I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from behind me.  The sound seemed to be the sound of fingernails scratching wood, which made people feel hairy.  I looked behind me, only to find that the voice came from inside the coffin.

    At this time, I really broke into a cold sweat.  Inside the coffin should be the old lady who died and was dug up according to the case records.  I stared at the coffin and heard the scratching of the wood getting louder.

    The dead old lady scratching the coffin?  The very thought gave me goosebumps.  But thinking of my own identity, I became bolder again, thinking that I am not afraid of such ghosts and monsters.  Since there is a sound in the coffin, I will push it away and have a look!

    Thinking of this, I mustered up the courage to rush to the coffin and push the coffin lid with both hands.  Unexpectedly, the lid of the coffin was so heavy that I didn't push it away.  I turned around for a while, thinking that if the old lady couldn't be resurrected, wouldn't it be Old Zhao in the coffin?  Old Zhao is so wicked, why did he want to get into this coffin?

    After turning around, I saw some kind of pattern painted with red cinnabar on the head of the coffin.  When I bent down to look at it, it looked like the spell of the Maoshan Taoist priest on TV.  Seeing that this spell is very new, it seems that someone just painted it.  I found it funny in my heart, this countryman is really superstitious, and there are still people doing this now.  I really don't believe in evil!

    Thinking of this, I moved my dantian with luck, and pushed hard¡ªthe coffin lid was actually pushed open by me.

    I looked into the coffin and saw an old lady in her fifties lying in it.  The old lady was neatly dressed, her face was serene, and there was nothing unusual about her.  And the sound of scratching the wood stopped abruptly.

    I saw that Lao Zhao was not inside, so I couldn't help laughing at my idea.  Just when I was about to restore the lid of the coffin, I heard the weird sound of scratching the wood again!

    I shivered and took a step back.  At this time, the sky was completely dark, and there was no light in the ancestral hall. In the darkness, the sound of scratching the wood became more and more strange, as if something was scratching my heart.

    I took out the police flashlight in my backpack and shone it into the coffin. My hands trembled with fright, and I almost missed the flashlight.  I saw that the old lady's fingernails grew several inches long, and the sound of scratching the wood was because her hands were moving, and those fingernails were scratching the coffin board!

    Everyone is dead, how can the hands move?  After calming down, I remembered the explanation about the fraudulent corpse: under the action of the surrounding electric ions, the deceased has some vital signs.  But the coffin was closed, and the old lady had been dead for a while. Most of the fraudulent corpses happened to people who had just died. It was almost impossible to fraudulent corpses after being dead for so long.

    I wiped off my cold sweat and wanted to close the coffin lid.  At the same time, the old lady sat up!

    I was taken aback, but saw that the old lady still had her eyes closed, but there was a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??The old lady still had her eyes closed, but there was a weird smile on the corner of her mouth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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