Chapter 145

"Qin Li, what do you think this pattern looks like?" I pointed to the computer picture, frowned and asked.

Qin Li stood behind me with his arms and looked at the pictures on the computer carefully. After a while, he said, "I can't see it. It's just a general shape. It's hard to judge what it is. Moreover, the blood loss is so serious that most of it has been absorbed by the land. It's hard to judge just by these pictures."

Qin Li is talking about objective facts, but I still think the design is a bit greasy.

Then, I sent all the photos back to the identification section of the team to have a good identification and see if I could perfect the shape of the whole picture as much as possible.

After that, I took a simple bath and lay on the bed.

The next morning, I took people to the village to inquire about the child's life experience again to see if there were any new clues.

There are lots of fields in the suburbs of the small town, and there are no houses. I wanted to find someone to go to the village. I asked a lot of people. Even I asked the local police to find the village head, but they said they had never seen the child.

We can only piece together the identity of a child in Dongxi village.

I took all the people to live in the small town village for two days, but there was still no obvious harvest. Even the photos I sent back, there was no new progress. I had to ask others to go back first, and Zheng Nan and I stayed to continue the investigation.

On the day when the first group of people returned to the city, Zheng Nan brought back a message, which attracted my attention.

In the evening, Zheng Nan came back from the outside, came to my room, drank water, looked at me and said, "I've got a message."

Then he looked at me and said, "this village, I feel a little evil. There is a custom that has been handed down for many years. Every time it rains, a large sacrifice will be held."

"Sacrifice?" I frown slightly, and touch the fingernail of my thumb with my left index finger, "have you inquired why this sacrificial activity is held?"

Zheng Nan reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and laughed: "I worked in the village all afternoon and visited many families. Most of the young people didn't know the origin of this custom, and some old people kept a secret."

Just when I felt that there was no progress in this visit, Zheng Nan's words changed and started to tell the whole story.

In the scorching sun, many farmers have taken a rest. Many people choose to enjoy the cool under the big trees at the entrance of the village. It was a hundred year old cypress tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a lot of shade. There were many people sitting next to each other, old people enjoying the cool after dinner, middle-aged peasant women gossiping, and farmers boasting about each other.

It was warm and windy, but the cypress leaves didn't move. Zheng Nan rushed from the temporary farmhouse to the tree, sweating heavily, but shivering in the shade of the tree. An indescribable sense of coolness ran up from the sole of his feet.

Hearing this, I can understand why Zheng Nan thinks this village is evil.

Zheng Nan is still saying that I hasten to pull back my thinking of running away.

Among the old people enjoying the cool under the cypress trees at the entrance of the village, there was an old woman with white hair, who carefully explained the reason for the sacrifice.

When the old lady was a little girl, she was curious about the sacrifice activities held every year in the village. When she asked her parents, they just waved their hands and said nothing until she was 12 years old.

The old lady was full of inquisitive desire for the mud house built on the edge of the field, but due to her parents' whispering, she did not violate the oral agreement with her parents.

Every year, a couple of teenage boys and girls are selected in the village to hold the sacrifice.

That year, the old lady and the nephew of the village head acted as sacrificial boys in sacrificial activities.

The next night, the village head went to the village for the convenience of living in the next morning.

After dinner, the village head called the old lady, who was still a little girl, to him, "tomorrow will be Guyu. You should know that there will be sacrifice activities in the village. I'll tell you the rules."

First, don't make any noise in the whole process of sacrifice; second, there will be a goddess in front of you. At that time, you will listen to her command and do whatever you are asked to do. Don't delay.

But the little girl nodded in fear, and the little girl's face shrunk.

The girl with her head down raised her face and asked the village head, "Uncle village head, why does the village hold sacrifice activities?"

The head of the village suddenly stopped touching his hand and sighed vaguely: "it's going to start many years ago. My father's generation had a bad harvest in the village when he was a child. It was dry for several years, and the fields were deserted. Many people in the village were starved to death. He tried everything but didn't get better. Until... "

A shabby banxian'er, with his luggage on his back, passed by the village. He saw a strong resentment hovering over the village. The banxian'er had taught himself a lot of magic tricks. Seeing this resentment, he thought ill of it and wandered into the village.Banxian'er broke into the village and was informed by the villagers to the village head. When the village head heard that an outsider had broken into the village, he rushed to find banxian'er. They met on the narrow road. Banxian'er looked up and down at the honest farmer, "banxian'er, what can I do for you?"

"You're the half fairy, so I'm here to touch you."

Farmer Leng Leng, and then bow: "immortal, please help us, too many people in the village are starving."

"Well, let's go to your house and talk about it." After that, banxian'er ignored the farmer and went straight along the path.

They had a secret talk at the village head's house for most of the day. When it was just dark, they came out. The farmer who was coaxed by banxian'er became more and more respectful.

In a few days, it was Guyu. Early in the morning, banxian'er called on all the villagers, men and women, old and young, to do things in the most resentful field. Just now, a small cloud came from the sky. Villagers who hadn't seen rain for four or five years were very happy. Even the drizzle made them happy.

With the passage of time, the rain is more and more big, as if the day was poked a hole in the same, big raindrops hit people, pain and cold.

Except banxianer, no one saw the resentment in the air gradually forming a huge vortex. The center of the vortex was just in the field. Suddenly, a flash of lightning came down and the earth's crust shook. Most of the villagers around were weak and fainted.

Only a few adults are still awake. The village head is just one of the few people who didn't faint. He watched a mass of dark things float down from the sky and plunge into the field. Then he blurred his memory.