Chapter 7: Shadow Legend

The summer mountain wind blew through the lights hanging in front of the house. The light bulbs and a large number of insects around were shaking together, and the light and shadows were mottled. At first, I thought I had read it wrong, but after the wind, the shadow was still there.

I looked at it. At the beginning, I didn’t feel anything. Later, the more I looked, my back became cold. Could it be that someone in Agui’s family was hanging?

So I held back the feeling of being dazed, sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked carefully.

When I looked again, the shadow disappeared, and the back of the window was pitch black and there was nothing.

Is it an illusion? I frowned hard and asked Agui: "Who is living behind that room?"

Agui looked at it and said, "It's my son."

"Oh." My mind flashed, but nothing flashed. I just felt dizzy again. I thought to myself that it must be his son looking here. I drank too much and the things I saw became abnormal.

It was getting late, so Agui looked at his house and said he wanted to go back to rest.

The fat man paid a thousand words of 30 words for the news fee, we greeted him and entered the house. The fat man was depressed when he entered the house: "Damn it just one or two words, this turtle son can actually tell me three hundred yuan. The wisdom of the working people is really endless."

I said, who asked you to be a rich man? It is the most unrestrained behavior to show off your wealth in remote areas. You still regret it. There is no unrestrained person in the unrestrained person.

The fat man muttered a few words, saying that I am a hypocrite, and I have no mental care. Ordinary people don’t fall asleep so easily when they enter Guangxi. We didn’t sleep well a few nights ago, but after drinking tonight, they were quite confused and fell asleep quickly. They were all in peace and slept until after 11 o’clock the next day.

After eating the lunch made by Agui for us, we followed his daughter to the address given to us by Brother Chu. We arrived in less than ten minutes.

It was a very old high-footed wooden building with black tiles and yellow mud walls, with only one floor, which looked smaller than other wooden buildings. It seemed like the houses here looked like this - it seemed that there was no one living there, and it was very inconspicuous in other houses in the village.

Agui's daughter was very surprised at what we were doing here. We pretended to take pictures. The fat man gave her some money to send her away first. Seeing that there were no people around, we tried to crawl in.

The wooden building was built on the hillside, with a mountain behind it, the windows were all broken, the door was locked tightly, and there were faded door god paintings on it. After pushing two moves, I couldn't even push out the cracks.

"Do you have any impression of this wooden building?" I asked Man Oil Bottle.

He touched the pillars and doors of the wood and shook his head. I sighed. At this time, the fat man had already pried open the window on one side and waved to us: "Hurry, you can go in here."

"You are so skilled, have you done it before?" I cursed.

"What kind of person is I, Fatty, do you understand it by analogy? The difference between tomb robbing and burglary is the same as one word." The fat man said while urging us.

We were alone looking at the wind, sneaked into the window, and then closed the window. After entering, my heart was beating wildly, feeling extremely stimulating, and even my pants were hooked, and I almost had a whisper. I thought that stealing a living person was much more psychological pressure than stealing a dead person.

The wooden building is a bit dark, but the structure is very simple. I first saw a large room for eating like Agui's house, connected to the stove, with many tools hanging on the wall, all rusted.

"Brother, I really can't tell that you are a farmer." The fat man picked up the hoe on the side and said, "It's noon for the day to hoe the wheat, you're hoeing the wheat, and I'm noon for the afternoon."

We ignored him and saw a wooden wall next to it. Behind the wall was the room he found by Brother Chu. There was only one room in this kind of wooden building, which is definitely correct.

There was no door, only a pretty old curtain, and the dust on it was covered with flowers. The oil bottle frowned and looked around, as if he was a little hesitant, but after only a few seconds, he lifted the curtain and walked in.

I was also a little nervous. This person who seemed to be floating in the void finally found a place for him, but he didn't remember at all, and didn't know if God was playing with him. But without time to think about it, the fat man pushed me in.

As soon as I entered the room, there was a musty smell. It was very dark inside and I couldn't see anything clearly. I could barely look at the fat man and wanted to open the window, but found that there was no window in the room.

Unexpectedly, this situation would happen. No one brought a flashlight, so we could only turn the curtains into one section and let the light outside shine in. Under the dim light, we could see that the room was cramped, with a circle of shelves against the wall. We first saw some books and boxes. The shelves were empty and mud was scattered on the ground. Apart from these things, there was only a bed and a wooden table on one side. The table was an old student desk. There was a layer of thin gray on everything.

The air in the mountains is very clean, so there is not much ash accumulation. If it is in a big city, I am afraid the ash here can be shoveled to farm. This also means that no one has come in for a long time.

"Is this your room?" I was a little surprised. Looking at this room, it felt a bit too ordinary. This is where Mon Oil Bottle lives? Shouldn't the room be a little weirder?

But when I think about it, I can't think of the specific and strange method. He is also a person. He always sleeps in bed, but he will never sleep in a coffin. The clues cannot be written on the wall, they should be in these decorations.

When we walked in, the fat man approached the cabinets and found that there was basically nothing, he said to himself: "I can't tell that you are still a very poor farmer."

Although there were not many things in the room, they looked quite messy. The boxes and books were not neatly placed. Maybe it was the time when Brother Chu came. I picked up a book casually and found that the book was extremely trendy. It was an old version of the thread-bound book. I flipped through it and it was a bit moldy inside. I wondered in my heart, how could there be such a book?

The only thing that looked like a little was the bed and the table. When I thought of this, I immediately walked towards the writing desk and looked for the photos that Brother Chu mentioned.
Chapter completed!