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Chapter 10 Eyes (2)

Choosing to be a reporter was perhaps the biggest mistake in my life.The news needs to be fast, the report needs to dig out the connotation, and the material needs to be seldom known. As a result, I am always in a state of mental tension, racking my brains to dig out news worth reporting.My phone keeps ringing every day, and I have to rush as soon as I receive a tip.

Reporters tend to exaggerate. A dog biting a person can also be described by them as an attack by a mutant beast.Either a certain neighborhood was flooded, and I rushed to have a look, only to find that the water pipes burst upstairs and soaked the ceiling downstairs.

But there is no way. In order not to miss any valuable clues and get interesting materials as soon as possible, I don't have much energy to screen and can only be exhausted.

A few days ago, I was completely unaware of the existence of this village.An unfamiliar phone number called my mobile phone, reporting this remote village.

He mentioned two magical features of the village that are very interesting: First, all the people in the village, no matter men, women, old or young, have almost no signs of aging, and have maintained their original appearance without any change for several years.Secondly, the people in this village have very good eyesight, and all of them can see things at night.

The whistleblower called from a public phone and did not leave any contact information.I have to answer countless calls every day, but I can't tell who I know from the voice.

Although I was a little puzzled, I didn't think much about it.I know a lot of people who are actively reporting, they don't want the reporting fee, and the gossip itself is enough to make them very excited.

After putting down the phone, I looked up the information and found that this village really existed, but it was not on any road, but in the mountains.Other information is even less pitiful. It should be that people in this village seldom go out.But because of this, I think the reliability of this news is even greater.From the map, the village is not far from the edge of our city, so I made preparations hastily, and set off with my camera Da Li.

But who knew that the mountain road was so difficult to walk, and I don't know what year this road was built, or even whether it has been abandoned.After walking in the mountains for a long time, I didn't see many other cars.Not long after entering the mountain, the signal of the mobile phone disappeared, but it was precisely because of this that I had the leisure to sleep in the car for a while.Looking at the darkening sky outside, I sighed, and was mentally prepared to return in vain.

Bite the bullet and drove for a while, and turned around a mountain depression. At this time, it was completely dark, but the shadows of some houses could be vaguely seen.A tattered wooden sign stood on the side of the road, and under the illumination of the headlights, the three characters "Mugen Village" were vaguely recognizable.

Pointing at the sign, Da Li frowned and said, "It looks a little strange."

I noticed that there were many ellipses drawn beside the three characters, with small circles inside, and some stick figures.Those little people have big heads and small bodies, maybe they are children's graffiti, but if you look closely, you will find a weird sense of incongruity, which makes people very uncomfortable.

The car drove into the village, the headlights shining alone on the small road.None of the houses in the village had a single light.We parked the car in an open space in the center of the village. After the sound of the engine stopped, we found that the whole village was dead silent, as if there was no one there.

Da Li took a deep breath, rolled down the window, and shouted, "Is there anyone in the village?"

No voice answered, but I could feel countless eyes staring at us.This feeling made my hair stand on end, I held my hand like a trumpet, and shouted in a drawn-out tone: "Is there—someone—?"

"anyone there?"

No matter how many times I called, no one answered.

Da Li looked at me and shrugged his shoulders: "I guess you were played by the informant. Ghost village? This joke is not funny at all."

I could feel someone in the village, but I didn't tell him what I felt because it was kind of scary.I reached over the steering wheel and honked the horn.

The ear-piercing sound of the car suddenly pierced the night sky. At this moment, I could feel that the sight watching us disappeared.

"Squeak—creak—" Following the harsh sound of the dilapidated wooden door being pushed open, an old man walked out of the next room.He slowly came to the front of the car, and asked in a very unfriendly tone: "It's so noisy at night, what are you doing?" The old voice was very gloomy in this dark night.

In the dark, I couldn't see his face very clearly. I tried to open my eyes wide, but my eyes felt sour.So I took out the flashlight from the glove box, opened the door, got out of the car, and went up to meet him.

"Old man, I'm sorry to bother you. We are reporters from the provincial TV station and want to interview your village." I took out my business card and handed it to the old man, "Where is your village chief?"

"I'm the village head." The old man turned and walked back without even raising his eyelids, and said slowly in an impatient tone, "We don't welcome outsiders in our village, you can go."

Da Li and I looked at each other, knowing that there was something going on.This is not the first time I have met this kind of object, and the way to deal with it is to stalk.I turned on the flashlight, shook it around, and shouted: "Village Chief, the road in Heishan is steep this day, and we can't go down the mountain now, can you let us stay overnight?"

"Go back!" The village head suddenly raised his head, facing us for the first time since the conversation, and shouted at us sharply, "Leave quickly!"

I have been a reporter traveling all over the world for so many years, but at this moment I was taken aback by the old man under the light of the flashlight.

The eyes of the village chief turned out to be white, matching the ferocious expression of the old man, for a moment I almost thought that the person standing in front of me was not a living person, but a lifeless zombie.

Apparently Da Li was also frightened, and after a while, he said with difficulty: "It's dangerous to drive on such a steep mountain road, just let us stay for one night."

Unmoved, the old man turned around and continued walking.To deal with this kind of object who is extremely unwilling to accept interviews, I had no choice but to use my trump card and said: "Village chief, even if you reject us today, there will be more media coming to interview you tomorrow or later. Since you are not willing to accept Interview, then we will stay overnight and leave early tomorrow morning, and promise not to tell anyone that we have been here, is this okay for the head office?"

The euphemistic threat seemed to have worked. The old man turned around, glanced at us with pale eyes, and finally said to us expressionlessly: "Come in."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when he said this, there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)