Records of Strange People and Strange Events in the Old Mansion

Chapter 2 Rat

The person Zhu Badger is looking for also lives in the old house. Less than two-thirds of the villagers in the village live in the old house. Except for the old house, other houses cannot be regarded as houses.

The eighty-eight-room old house originally housed the whole village. Later, some people slowly moved out, saying that the old house was haunted.

Zhu Badger ran in front, and Dan'er chased behind, shouting: "Blood, blood, your blood."

My blood? Hey, why didn't you wash your hands when you dragged the chicken into the house just now? It's really unpleasant to be sticky.

"Sister, there's blood on your butt, a lot of blood." Dan'er chased.

Zhu Badger stood still when Dan'er hit her, but she remained motionless. Dan'er popped out more than a meter away, rolled down the slope, and rolled into the Taiping Pond at the entrance of the old house.

"Hey, there is really blood. Isn't it the right time?"

Zhu Badger moved his hands left and right to his buttocks, and the fingertips that were originally stained with chicken blood were sticky again. When he smelled it, it had the same smell, and he remembered that when he slipped and fell, he had chicken blood sitting on his buttocks. The man mistakenly thought that blood.

Ignoring Dan'er flapping in the Taiping Pond, Zhu Badger rushed straight towards the deepest part of the old house.

The old house has eight entrances and eight exits, each with eleven rooms, for a total of eighty-eight rooms. Zhu Badger's house lives in the first door, and the person she is looking for lives in the eighth, which is the last door.

Zhu Badger rushed to the man's house, sweating profusely. Not only were his hands dripping with blood, but the pool of blood on his butt also turned into two bright red flowers that bloomed in full bloom.

"Please stop, I won't be able to live in a poor house and see the red people."

As soon as Zhu Badger stepped into the threshold, a folding fan stood in front of her, and at the same time, an old man dressed in white flashed across his face, with white hair, white beard, and white robes, and his face was as white as snow.

Zhu Badger laughed and said: "Mr. Zhu, it's not red, it's chicken blood, chicken blood."

"Those who are bleeding are still bloody, which is very ominous. Get out!" Mr. Zhu said sternly.

Zhu Badger couldn't help it. He stepped back, retracted his body, stood upright in front of the main door, and asked softly: "What kind of body is the notice? Isn't it just a joke?"

"How can a scholar be full of slang? It's time for me to meditate." Mr. Zhu closed the door smoothly.

Zhu Badger wanted to shout again, but faced the closed black wooden door, his mouth had to be shut tightly. The energy that had originally filled his throat when he saw blood was gone.

Mr. Zhu is the only person whom Zhu Badger respects. Only in front of Mr. Zhu does Zhu Badger look like a girl.

As he returned to the road angrily, Badger Zhu thought, what did Mr. Zhu mean by posting that notice in the middle of the night? He is usually very steady and will never act casually.

"You have nothing to do to play tricks" and "The brain is in prison" were two phrases that Zhu Badger learned when she went to work in the provincial capital. She thought they were very elegant and became her mantra after returning to Lvbue Village.

Donkeys can't reach the village. From the literal meaning, it can be seen that this village is located in a remote place. A village that even donkeys cannot reach must be difficult for outsiders to come to in the mountains and bays.

Few outsiders come to the village, which does not mean that it is isolated from the world. Almost all the young people in the village have gone to the provincial capital to work, and most of them never return. Only Zhu Badger returned to the village in a hurry after half a month.

Zhu Badger returned to the village not because she couldn't find a job in the provincial capital. As the first high school student in the village, she would definitely have no problem tightening screws on the assembly line. She missed her fairy friends.

Mr. Zhu ignored Zhu Badger. The chicken was tasteless to Zhu Badger. In the middle of the night, he went to finish errands with his fairy friends under the big camphor tree and lay naked on the bed with the same notice in his mind.

Unlike other people in the village, Zhu Badger was not interested in how those chickens had their heads twisted and hung on bamboo poles. She was only interested in the demolition.

During those days in the provincial capital, what Zhu Badger heard the most was demolition, demolition to get rich, demolition to change life... So what would happen if this old house was demolished?
Doesn't the village exist if the donkey doesn't exist? Become the second generation demolition yourself? Bulldozers and excavators rumbled over, and jars of gold, silver, and jewelry were dug out of the old house. They also unearthed an underground treasure house, just under the bed where I slept...

"Mom!"

"Dad!"

"Die!"

"..."

A burst of crying for father and mother disturbed the red badger who was just about to fall asleep. The red badger usually falls asleep after the first rooster crow and falls asleep at dawn.

The brain is tied up in a prison, yesterday was like this, today is like this, can we still let others live this life? Zhu Badger's head pushed hard into the balled up quilt.

"It's all blood!"

"Everyone was skinned!" "My heart was almost frightened!"

"..."

"stand up!"

During the commotion, a bamboo board was slapped on Zhu Badger's naked buttocks. Zhu Badger took off the quilt on his head and asked my mother: "You didn't knock on the door and came in?"

"Tell me, did you do those mice?"

"What rat?"

"See for yourself!"

"I want to sleep."

"going or not?"

"Just go..."

Zhu Badger lazily got out of the bed, slowly put on the cotton pajamas stained with chicken blood, and walked out of his room.

"What? There is a dead mouse on every stove?"

"It's really weird. There's one on the stove in our old house, and it's all skinned."

The conversation between my mother and the cross-eyed woman next door inspired the badger to rush towards the stove of her home.

In the middle of the two large iron pots on the stove, there was a skinned mouse lying spread out, bloody and not yet completely dead.

Most people are afraid of mice, especially girls, but Zhu Badger is not afraid. She goes to work under the big camphor tree in the middle of the night and brings some mice to the fairy friends. The fairy friends sometimes bring some mice themselves.

Hehe, isn't this food delivered to your door? Zhu Badger picked up the mouse on the stove with one hand and grabbed the bucket at his feet with the other hand. He raised his hand and threw the mouse into the basket.

Under everyone's suspicious and horrified eyes, Zhu Badger laughed and went from house to house, swiping rats from their stoves into the dustpan. By the time they arrived at Mr. Zhu's room, eighty-seven skinned mice had already filled the bucket.

The door of Mr. Zhu's house was closed, and there was no sound inside.

The eighty-eight rooms in the old house are not just one room in the ordinary concept. These rooms are large and small, small, medium and small, a completely independent portal. To be exact, the old house has eighty-eight self-contained portals.

Old thing, is it possible that Chen Mu didn't come back? Standing in front of the eighty-eighth room in the old house, Zhu Badger clearly felt guilty, and his aura was not as invincible as when he first entered the other eighty-seven rooms.

Morning bathing is a compulsory course for Mr. Zhu every morning. No matter it is windy, rainy, snowy or frosty, he will definitely stand on the top of Dongshan Mountain after the third rooster crow.

The red badger carried the bucket and subconsciously looked up. On the gray eaves of the 88th room of the old house, a bird looked around. It seemed that it found the red badger looking at it, and it quickly flew up, and then there were dots of white foam floating down.

"The wetness is not yet dry, and the snow is miserable again." In the recitation, Mr. Zhu gently shook the folding fan with one hand and pinched the skinned mouse with his fingers, and appeared at the door.

Zhu Badger didn't know how the door could be opened the moment she raised her head. While hesitating, there was a "pop" sound, and a skinned mouse landed steadily in the red badger's basket.

Zhu Badger lowered his head and saw that the mouse was also covered in blood and had not exhausted its breath. A trace of sadness that he had never felt before passed through his heart. He raised his head to ask Mr. Zhu, but the door had been closed, tightly.

The white foam turned into snow particles, which hit the red badger's head one by one, turning into hot mist and steaming upward.

When Zhu Badger returned to his home with a bucket full of skinned mice, heavy snow was flying in the sky, turning the old house white in an instant.

There was no one outside the old house, and in the silence, Zhu Badger clearly felt a sense of cramping and terror squeezing toward her from the eighty-eight rooms.

The skinned mice were piled up in the bucket and were already lifeless. The bright red blood contrasted sharply with the whiteness of the snow, shining brightly like a sharp dagger piercing the red badger's heart.

This was the second time Zhu Badger felt this suffocation. The last time was when blood came from her body for the first time. It was so terrible that she wanted to end her life.

Zhu Badger sat on the threshold with her hands on her chest. She didn't dare to go back to her room. She was afraid that the mice in the basket would be thrown out by her mother, and she was afraid that the shadow that took the mice in the basket into her room would appear again. She could only wait quietly, wait for dark, wait for late at night...

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