Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 259 Frog and Toad

In order to facilitate the understanding of the things described in the diary, while flipping through the diary, Fang Mu also inquired about some things mentioned in the diary that he did not understand.

For example, the frog statue in the shrine mentioned, Fang Mu found on the Internet that this frog statue is actually a kind of animal god worshiped in southern Guangxi, called the Frog God, which belongs to the witch worship.

The birth of the frog god can be traced back to more primitive and ancient times. It is one of the totem cultures that have been passed down for a long time in southern Guangxi and other parts of China. Modern people speculate that because the cry of the frog also represents the arrival of the sowing season, the god also It is considered by the local people to be the image of the god of rain and harvest, and praying to it can bring people good weather and a good harvest.

Fang Mu couldn't help thinking, does the frog god worshiped in this place have anything to do with the toad and frog mentioned by the owner of the diary?

Moreover, the owner of the diary expressed very strangely about "time" many times, "It is not my peaceful age", "Married someone who can be my mother", "In fact, the ending is destined"... This People can't help but wonder, is the owner of the diary a time traveler, who comes from a certain era in the future?
With a little excitement and nervousness, Fang Mu continued to read the diary.

On February 1995, 2, I did not find a local as a tour guide after arriving in the local area. After all, it was not the first time I came here. Although there was an interval of more than 26 years, the place I was going to was primitive and backward. Yes, the passage of time has not changed that place much, which is also convenient for me to revisit the old place.Oh, of course no one here will know me.With the help of the local villagers, I boarded a pickup truck that just went to the destination, and together with the pickup truck carrying red bricks and tiles, I came to the mountain village named Wenyatun.For a young man from outside like me, the villagers in the mountain village cast strange glances at me.Because the sun was about to set when I arrived in Wenyatun, I had to think about the accommodation first. I paid a part of the extra money to the elder brother who drove the pickup truck for the fare and the cost of staying at his house. The elder brother and his family were very enthusiastic. entertained me.

On February 1995, 2, after coming to Guinan, my neurasthenia improved a lot, and I knew it was not due to the effect of the medicine.I stayed at Big Brother Pickup’s house for one night. After I got up refreshed, I planned to go out to find the village head of Wenya Village early in the morning, but my big brother stopped me, saying that the village head’s family didn’t have the habit of getting up early, and let me stay at his house first. Let's talk after breakfast.For breakfast, I ate sweet potato porridge with pickles. The taste is not very good, but it is no problem to use it to deal with the stomach.After breakfast, I saw the eldest brother's daughter squatting next to an iron bucket in the yard where the vegetables were washed and received water, teasing something, and I heard the sound of toads and frogs.

I got closer with some fear and curiosity, and saw that the girl poured all the things collected with a piece of homework paper into the iron bucket, and then there was a fierce cry of toads and frogs in the iron bucket, which matched the iron bucket. There was a loud crashing sound on the wall of the barrel, as if the toads and frogs inside were fighting for food. Faintly, I heard the sound of flesh and blood being broken, but the girl seemed to have seen some interesting and wonderful picture, and let out a yell. The silver bell of joy laughs.

I shuddered a little, knowing what the girl was doing, and knowing full well that what she collected was my hair that had fallen in the room and my nails trimmed and thrown away last night.

I came to the village chief's house, explained my reason for coming to the village chief, and told the troubles I had suffered in the past few years. The village chief was silent for a long time after learning about the incident, and then let me sit in the living room and wait, He walked out on crutches, probably looking for something.After waiting for a long time, I got up and wandered around the living room, looking around, and soon saw a shrine here, which indeed enshrined a toad frog, but this toad frog was not the same as the one I saw in the hotel. only different.

The wrinkled skin in front of him, covered with pimples, and even seemed to have bristles was more like a toad, and it was completely different from ordinary frogs with smooth skin and brightly colored patterns.

That is not the frog god, but the toad god, which is a kind of animal belief that is more niche in the local area. It is worth noting that it is necessary to distinguish between the two, and the local people have completely different attitudes towards them.

Looking at the statue that looks like a toad but not a toad, with facial features like bats and sloths, my heart is full of chills, because I am being watched by him.

The gaze of the gods is sometimes not a blessing, but a curse.

Twenty minutes later, the village chief came back, and he came to me with a black paulownia box in his hand, and told me that the way to get rid of my troubles was to take this paulownia box to the cave in Nongshan, and put the box in the statue feet and come back just fine.He told me very seriously, telling me not to speak during the process of entering the cave, it is best to hold my breath, no matter what I see or hear, I will absolutely turn a blind eye, listen but not hear, and never answer... Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to get out of that cave.

I am very grateful to this old man for everything he has done for me. He must have paid a lot to help me get the contents of this paulownia box. His hands became strangely swollen in just a few 10 minutes. , with rough bumps of different sizes appearing on it, just like the skin of a toad.

I took the paulownia box back to my eldest brother’s house, and asked about the place of Nongshan. When my eldest brother’s family heard about this place, their faces became very strange, with a hint of ferocity, and the way they looked at me also changed slightly. He told me Nongshan Mountain is a little far away from here, it is too late to enter the mountain now, there will be terrible beasts in the mountain at night.So, I planned to set off into the mountain again the next day.

On March 1995, 3, I returned home safely. My wife was very happy for my safe return. She also contacted relatives and friends nearby to celebrate me, although the relatives and friends who came to eat at home did not know why they were celebrating. .

Seeing this, Fang Mu frowned tightly. He turned the pages back and forth, but he didn't find any traces of the diary being edited or torn.

也就是说，在2月27日到3月7日这空白的7天时间里，日记主人一定发生了什么事情但却刻意没有记录下来。

This blank part made Fang Mu feel his heart scratching, and his whole body was opaque. As a writer, but also as a bookworm, he really couldn't bear this blank part. He was eager to know what happened after the owner of the diary entered the mountain. However, the owner of the diary deliberately erased this record like a devil.

Suddenly, Fang Mu's heart tightened, and a thought flashed in his mind: Could it be that the reason why the owner of the diary did this deliberately was to lure me to Wenya Village in southern Guangxi?

Fang Mu became even more curious about the father of the Fang family brothers and sisters. What kind of person is this man who has almost the same handwriting and writing style as him?
In this regard, Fang Mu can only spend money to ask illegal private investigators to do further investigations. If possible, at least one photo of him can be found.

So far, Fang Mu only knows that Fang Lin is the name registered on the page with their father's information in the household registration books of the two brothers and sisters of the Fang family.

"Fang Lin..." Fang Mu, who had already had many guesses about the identity of the owner of the diary, felt uneasy and absurd when he thought of the name again.

Remove the prefix "hu" from Fang, and remove the border from "mu" from Lin, that's his name.

Could it be that Fang Lin...is me?
Once this idea was born, Fang Mu couldn't linger on it, and at the same time, an idea flashed in his mind.

He knew it was wrong to do it, he also knew it was absurd, and he knew that the answer he got would collapse the world view just like the Arabian Nights... But Fang Mu did it anyway, he asked someone to get it and was waiting in line Fang Jingjing's hair during the funeral, and took her own hair to a DNA identification agency for identification.

Before the appraisal result came out, Fang Mu continued to read the diary, and the speed of reading accelerated.

He was afraid that after the appraisal result came out, he would not have the courage to continue reading.

His trembling hands crumpled the pages of the diary, and he continued to read with a feeling of apprehension.

Since returning from Guinan, Fang Lin and his family have returned to tranquility and peace. Even though the diary records are not very diligent, there is no sense of depression between the lines, and the handwriting has become much softer. Life seems to be moving forward. get better.

Feeling the emotions of the owner of the diary when he wrote the pen, Fang Mu's mood seemed to be soothed, and he gradually became able to read calmly again.

This relaxed state lasted until 1997, that is, in July, two years after returning from southern Guangxi, the beautiful sound came to an abrupt end.

On July 1997, 7, the second child was already two months old. Due to well-known reasons, she had to go back to her hometown in the countryside before her belly was obvious. Only then did I and her unborn child Only when my daughter was born safely, I stayed in the city and continued to make money.

On July 1997, 7, the ominous premonition finally came true. I received a package today. Even through the snakeskin bag packaging, I still felt the familiar weight of the objects in the package. I opened the package, and the contents inside I was stunned for nearly half an hour. It was a black paulownia box, which was exactly what I sent into the cave of Nongshan Mountain two years ago. It was actually moved out of the cave and returned to my hands. The difference is that this time it also comes with a key that can unlock the wooden box.

I opened the box to check, and it was empty, and my heart was empty, as if my soul had fallen into a never-ending abyss.That night, I was drinking alone on the balcony, and suddenly I felt the wind was a bit cold, the back of my neck was chilly, and my heart became uncomfortable.From the day I married my wife...it should be said, from earlier, from the first time I came into contact with His existence, I knew that I would never escape death, and I would die on the day I was born.

On July 1997, 7, I boarded the train and headed to southern Guangxi again, with a little luck in my heart.If I send the box back there again, will I get away with it?
On July 1997, 7, the news of the collapse, the village head at that time was dead, the village head and his family were all dead, and their daughter-in-law also went crazy after losing her child, and soon after, she was also in the madhouse and put her own head I squeezed into the iron railing that Kekan's forearm passed through, and committed suicide in such a weird way. The new village head regretfully told me that there was no one in the village who could help me.So... who sent this paulownia box to me?

On July 1997, 7, I am now sitting on the train on the way home, feeling dead in my heart.When I returned to Nongshan Mountain, I found that the cave had collapsed, and there was no way to enter the cave.Seeing that I dared to go into the mountain alone, the new village chief was shocked and angry, and scolded me for not wanting to die. Probably because he saw me pitiful, he finally revealed the truth. They all went to Nongshan to hold the annual worship ceremony, but unexpectedly the cave collapsed that day, and none of the people who entered the cave survived that day, so it means that those who knew how to solve my problems all died, and naturally they did not die. Can anyone help me.

On September 1997, 9, my wife's belly was already very big. I expressed to my wife that I wanted to take her to a northern city. Although my wife's parents were very reluctant, my wife agreed without thinking.

The next few diaries recorded Fang Lin’s daily life of taking care of his pregnant wife. At the same time, Fang Lin had to work hard at his new job during the day.

Until April 1998, 4, his long-pregnant wife finally gave birth, and Fang Lin and his wife welcomed their youngest child, Fang Jingjing.

On April 1998, 4, my daughter was born on the 7st of this month. The mother and daughter are safe. Jianhua is a sensible child. It can be seen that he really likes his sister. I told him that if his parents are gone in the future, then No matter what happens, he must love his sister and do his best to protect her. Jianhua made a firm oath to me.Hearing this, I hugged my wife and children and cried in front of them for the first time, I could no longer hide my weakness.

On May 1998, 5, after Labor Day, I finally found time to write my last diary entry. You must have seen the last post here, but what I want to say is that I don’t plan to write anything today. Because today you will receive a package, that is the secret I have left to myself, we cannot escape the vortex of time, the trap of fate.Best of luck to my past self in the future.

Fang Mu's heart twitched suddenly when he saw this, confusion and fear crawled all over his body like ants, his respiratory organs seemed to be strangled, he couldn't describe his mood at this moment with words.

Fang Lin...is it really me?

Ding Dong!

"Sir, please sign for your package."

Fang Mu, who was devastated, got the package from the appraisal agency from the courier who delivered it to his door, opened the documents in the package, read the text on it, and read the most critical piece of information.

Fang Mu suddenly felt that the sky was falling, and he was dizzy for a while. He fell to the ground and murmured: "Father and daughter...Fang Jingjing is my daughter..."

(End of this chapter)