Chapter 1938?

Zhou Ze looked at the little girl, then at Xu Qinglang, and said,

"The Japanese devils entered Tongcheng in '38, right?"

Xu Qinglang thought for a moment and said, "It seems they entered Tongcheng in March of '38."

If that's the case, the so-called Sancun Village is likely a tragedy of that era. This village should have been flattened when the Japanese devils entered Tongcheng. Almost the entire village, including this little girl, perished. It's just that the poster's grandmother was lucky enough to escape.

Even today, it's impossible to find any other news about Sancun Village, and there are no official records either.

This isn't official negligence; it's that in those years, similar tragedies were countless. With the turmoil of the times, many who died tragically were forgotten.

"So, an entire village that died during the War of Resistance didn't enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

Zhou Ze frowned.

Eighty years, more than sixty years; are the souls of this entire village still lingering in place?

"Not sure, but looking at this little girl, it seems so. How about this, I'll go to the city library to check the local chronicles and see the specific location of Sancun Village, or consult relevant people."

Xu Qinglang got up, grabbed his car keys, and went straight out.

He was very proactive in this matter. Unlike Zhou Ze, who had the incentive of performance, Xu Qinglang genuinely wanted to do something.

In the end, they were all fellow villagers.

Zhou Ze sat down on the nearby chair and pointed to the old Taoist priest: "Keep an eye on her."

The old Taoist nodded and watched the little girl with the little monkey.

The little girl was somewhat ignorant, not knowing what was happening, only instinctively standing there, not daring to move much.

The little monkey reached out, wanting to touch the girl's soul, but the old Taoist slapped his hand down and scolded,

"What are you touching? She's older than you."

If the little girl hadn't died, she would be ninety years old now.

But she was still so innocent and completely retained the mind she had before death. This was the thing Zhou Ze was most curious about. Zhou Ze guessed that something might have happened in that village, causing the souls of the entire village to be unable to leave. Everyone was trapped there, unaware of the seasons.

However, the specific situation would have to wait until Xu Qinglang found accurate information to verify.

Zhou Ze took out his phone and casually scrolled through it. He rarely used WeChat or QQ, because they were full of Xu Le's old social network, which was unavoidable. After all, he couldn't get his old account back and it was difficult to appeal.

While scrolling through Moments, Zhou Ze was surprised to see Bai Yingying actually shared an article titled "On the Bed Skills of Men in the Army!"

Zhou Ze was stunned.

This female corpse seemed to be running further and further down the road of being a chuunibyou girl.

It seemed he had to find time to talk to her. She shouldn't even touch such things, they were taboo.

At this time, Bai Yingying was busy with her work and was upstairs in her room playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, not downstairs.

Zhou Ze got up, walked up the stairs, and clicked on the shared link as he went.

Well,

To educate a chuunibyou girl, one must prescribe the right medicine and know oneself and one's enemy to win every battle.

After clicking in,

It was a bunch of white and green pictures.

Then,

It turned out to be a bed-making competition at a certain factory. The top three prize winners were all masters who had served in the army.

Damn clickbait.

Zhou Ze put down his phone and pushed open the bedroom door.

"Seaweed, seaweed, swaying with the waves;

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves!"

Bai Yingying, with her bare white feet, was lying on the bed, her feet constantly swinging back and forth. She was holding her phone, watching a video, and laughing like a pig.

She didn't even notice when Zhou Ze came over.

Then, Zhou Ze sat down next to her bed.

"Hahahaha..."

Bai Yingying laughed and turned over, then directly sprawled on Zhou Ze's lap.

Then,

Her slender eyelashes fluttered, her alluring red lips slightly closed and then opened, and her delicate skin flushed slightly.

The atmosphere,

At this moment, fell into a beautiful daze.

However, Zhou Ze lived up to his reputation as a romance killer and said directly:

"I've told you many times, don't get on the bed after getting up without washing your feet or taking a bath."

As he said this, Zhou Ze looked at the pair of slender jade feet exposed outside, which aroused endless reverie, and frowned:

"Dirty."

Bai Yingying immediately got off the bed, put on her slippers, crossed her hands in front of her, lowered her head to Zhou Ze, and prepared to be scolded.

She was quite familiar with this posture.

"Wash the sheets."

Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, Boss."

Bai Yingying took the sheets and went downstairs, while Zhou Ze sat down at the computer, opened the webpage, and began to search for information about Sancun Village again.

Xu Qinglang had searched with his phone before, and there might have been some omissions.

Unfortunately,

Regarding that village, at least online, there was no other information except for that discussion thread.

Zhou Ze also opened the post that Xu Qinglang had mentioned earlier. The post was published on a local Tongcheng forum in 2009.

He first read the two replies from people whose grandmothers were from Sancun Village, but found nothing. Then, Zhou Ze chose to review the main topic. In fact, there were two insiders in this post.

One was, of course, the person who replied, but the person who replied had already said everything they needed to say. The other was the poster who asked the question.

Since Sancun Village had been forgotten by people, and didn't even exist in records, only in the old stories told by grandmothers, then why did this poster suddenly mention this place name and ask about it?

Zhou Ze clicked on the poster's avatar and found that the poster hadn't posted again after 2009. Zhou Ze copied the poster's ID.

The ID was "Wo Xin Chang Dan San Qian Yue Jia Ke Tun Wu 19800201" (Sleeping on Brushwood and Tasting Gall, Three Thousand Yue Soldiers Can Swallow Wu 19800201).

The first part was familiar, and Zhou Ze analyzed that the string of numbers at the end was the other party's birthday.

Then, Zhou Ze re-searched for this ID and found a post on the Tianya forum's Penglai Ghost Story section.

The poster was still "Wo Xin Chang Dan San Qian Yue Jia Ke Tun Wu 19800201", and the posting time was still 2009.

This post wasn't very popular and didn't have many replies.

Of course, including the ID numbers at the end being the same, this meant that the person who posted on the local Tongcheng forum asking about Sancun Village was also the person who posted the story on the Tianya forum.

Zhou Ze continued to read, it was a story.

The poster's opening said:

"This is something I personally experienced. Although it's bizarre and absurd, I believe it's not a dream, nor am I hallucinating. This is my true story."

A very clichéd ghost story opening.

It was very popular in ghost story routines ten years ago, starting by emphasizing something to conceal the truth.

Zhou Ze continued to read:

"In March of this year, I drove home from the Guanyin Mountain Town Power Supply Station. Well, I work at the Power Supply Station, but my home is next to Xingdong Airport.

When I went home, I passed through Xingren Town and first came down from the viaduct there, because that day I had to pick up the clothes I had left there for dry cleaning when I went to work in the morning.

That dry cleaning shop is on Xingren Town Street, just across from Xingren Elementary School.

It was nine o'clock in the evening when I drove there. There were fewer people on the street, but when I parked my car in front of the dry cleaning shop, opened the door, and got out, I twisted my foot and fell directly.

At first, I just thought I was unlucky today, but this was just the beginning, because after I fell to the ground, I suddenly found that the streets and high-rise buildings around me were gone. What was under me wasn't a road, but a muddy ridge, and across from me wasn't a dry cleaning shop, but rows of mud houses.

I was stunned. I looked back at my car and found that my car had turned into a haystack.

I was really scared at the time. I didn't know what was going on. I sat on the ground for a quarter of an hour, constantly thinking that it was a dream, hoping that I would wake up quickly.

But I didn't wake up. Then I saw an old man leading a little girl walking towards me. The old man was carrying a hoe on his shoulder, and the little girl was playing with a sugar figurine in her hand.

They got closer and closer to me. They were also talking, and they were speaking in the Tongcheng dialect.

I immediately asked them, where is this place?

They also looked at me curiously. The old man replied that this was 'Sancun Village.'

Where is Sancun Village?

I've never heard of it.

Then I immediately stood up and asked them how to get out?

The old man probably thought I was mentally ill and had a problem with my brain, so he quickly pulled his granddaughter away.

There was nothing I could do. I walked into the village alone. At the time, I even wondered if I had been drugged and trafficked to some remote mountain area, but I also thought it was absurd. I'm a big man, what would they do with me if they trafficked me?

I can't have children.

Every household was closed, and a few houses had lights on and there were shadows inside. I didn't dare to knock on the door and go in, but carefully walked past each door.

I heard people chatting and talking in many houses. They were all saying they were hungry.

Wives told their husbands they were hungry,

Children told their parents they were hungry,

Elderly parents told their sons and daughters-in-law they were hungry,

The people in this village were all very hungry.

They were in the houses at night, constantly talking about 'so hungry, so hungry.'

The more I walked, the more flustered I became.

I had a feeling that since they were so hungry, would they all run out together later and cook me and eat me directly?

I started running,

Running fast,

I instinctively sensed danger,

I had to run out of here before they came out to catch me, no matter where I ran, in short, I had to get as far away from this damn village as possible.

I don't know how long I ran,

Until the end,

I just forgot...

Then when I woke up the next day,

I found myself sitting in the driver's seat of the car, having slept all night.

But this was definitely not a dream, a dream couldn't be so real!

And my clothes and trousers were covered in mud,

There were also a few rice straws in my neck and hair.

Sancun Village,

This place definitely exists,

Definitely!"

The poster also posted his own photos at the time, the mud and straw on his clothes included.

But the replies below clearly didn't believe it, saying:

"This ghost story is too outrageous."

"The production cost is also very low, just dirty a piece of clothing and take a photo and play see-and-say?"

"Opening with a picture, everything else is made up, poster, not attentive, not attentive."

"Poster, didn't you have a mobile phone on you at the time? Why didn't you record or take pictures?"

Zhou Ze continued to scroll down.

Fortunately, there weren't many replies, because this ghost story wasn't very fresh or exciting.

But below, Zhou Ze saw a reply from the poster:

"Wait, I will definitely find a way to go again, this time I will bring back evidence to prove that I'm not making up a story."

The next reply was from 2010, which was 1 year later.

"It's been a year, poster, where's your fucking story? Haven't finished making it up yet? I've been keeping it in my favorites."

Then there was a reply in 2011:

"Two years have passed, has the poster gone again?"

The last reply was from 2012:

"Everyone, let's go. The poster is already dead."

As Zhou Ze looked at it, he was stunned.

A passage suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Liu Ziji of Nanyang was a noble scholar. Upon hearing of this, he happily planned to go. Before he could succeed, he fell ill and died. Afterward, no one inquired about it."