dragon hunter

Chapter 232
I didn't sleep well all night, and I went out for a stroll early the next morning.

When passing by Ping Bo's room, he took a special look, the door was tightly closed, and he didn't know if there was anyone inside.

I grabbed a few villagers and questioned them. Not only did they not solve the confusion, but they became more and more confused.

Regarding the ancient well, the villagers have different opinions. Some say that the well is effective, some say that it has been haunted by ghosts, and some say that it is all superstition, and that it is an ordinary dry well.

As for the little old man who lived by the well, the villagers' answers were quite consistent, saying that the dilapidated house had been empty for many years, and no one lived there, and he looked at me with strange eyes after he finished speaking.

What's even more bizarre is that when I asked about Pingbo's daughter, the villagers all said that Pingbo did have a daughter, but she drowned at Longdukou.

After speaking, some well-meaning villagers reminded me that after the death of his daughter, Ping Bo's mind was a little abnormal, so if it's not an important matter, don't live in his house.

I was completely stunned. The more I learned, the more doubts accumulated in my heart. The small doubts at the beginning, like snowballs, are getting bigger and bigger.

I have been in contact with Na Pingbo a few times, he is quite reliable, how can he look like a crazy person?

I didn't give up, and walked to the ancient well in the east of the village again, wanting to go to the dilapidated house to see if I had run into a ghost yesterday.

That location is indeed very remote, so that in the daytime, it is still a bit gloomy.

Originally, I was quite confident in my abilities, but ever since this inexplicable strange thing happened to me, and what happened in the past two days, I began to doubt myself.

When I came to the old house again and reached out to push the wooden door, I was even a little nervous and my arms trembled slightly.

You know, this is a relatively rare emotional reaction for me who has experienced life and death several times.

I am not afraid of ghosts, but I am in awe of the unknown. I took a deep breath and gently pushed open the wooden door.

The "squeak" sound of the wooden door, in this gloomy environment, makes people feel creepy.

The room was dimly lit, dusty everywhere, and the tables, chairs and benches were all broken. It didn't look like a place where living people lived.

My scalp was a little numb. That little old man last night didn't have any ghostly aura on him, and there were still shadows under the moonlight. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a ghost.

But everything in the house told me that no one could live here, not even a quilt on the bed.

I walked out of the house, came to the ancient well, and looked inside, but I couldn't see anything. It seemed to be an ordinary dry well, not to mention anything sinister.

With a lot of thoughts, I turned around and walked back. If there was a mess in my mind, I planned to ask my companions to help analyze it.

When passing by the aunt's yard, I saw the noise of people inside, and it seemed that something had happened.

Before I approached, a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair ran out barefoot, waving her arms wildly, looking crazy.

After chasing a few country sisters-in-law, they still yelled, saying that they are crazy, and they should grab her quickly.

My pupils shrank, and I recognized the middle-aged woman as my aunt. When I passed by the yard last night, I heard her crying. Why did I go crazy all of a sudden?

The aunt didn't run a few steps, but she was grabbed by the sisters-in-law who were chasing after her, and she was dragged into the yard with hugs and hugs.

I hurried over, grabbed a villager who was watching the excitement, and asked what happened.

"What else can I do, I'm too sad, I'm crazy." The villager showed a mouthful of cigarette-stained teeth, his face was excited, and he stretched his neck to look inside.

Seeing that he was not a thing, I frowned and walked into the yard.

The aunt had already been dragged into the house by several sister-in-laws. The door was closed tightly, and comfort and crying could be heard from time to time.

After a while, the voice in the room gradually subsided, I couldn't go in and ask, so I stood for a while, sighed in my heart, turned and left.

When he walked into the yard, he saw Uncle Ping walking out with a shovel on his shoulders. He smiled and greeted me when he saw me.

I opened my mouth, and hesitated to speak. They were all sensitive topics, and I didn't know how to ask the other party.

Before entering the door, Zhen Qingyi came out from the next room and asked me where I was and why I didn't eat breakfast.

I sighed and asked her to call Li Xiaolei over, rubbing the space between her brows, and walked into the room.

Fatty Wang was lying on the bed peeling his nails, with one elephant leg resting on the chair beside the bed, looking bored.

Ghost Detective Xu seems to be using his mobile phone, looking up some information, and writing it down in his notebook from time to time.

"What's the matter, I heard that the handsome guy has encountered troubles?" Li Xiaolei walked in with a smile.

I poured a glass of water, took two sips, and shook out all the messy things in my mind.

"Damn it, it feels so complicated. It's true and false. Anyway, the fat man can't figure it out." After listening to me, Fatty Wang widened his eyes and felt confused.

"Do you want to follow Uncle Ping secretly to see if he is playing tricks in the dark?" Ghost detective Xu's eyes flashed.

I pondered for a while, then turned my gaze to Li Xiaolei, this bitch is a ghost, maybe I can figure out something.

Li Xiaolei lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head and said: "There are three key points in the question, first, Gu Jing, second, the old man you met last night, and third, Ping Bo, clarify these three points, and the answer will naturally appear .”

"How to sort it out?" I felt like my head was completely numb, and I didn't know how to proceed.

"We have ready-made equipment, let's find out the secrets of the ancient well first." Zhen Qingyi said decisively.

"At the same time, spy on Uncle Ping." Ghost Detective Xu added from the side.

"Then, the haunted house you mentioned can also be equipped with a camera." Fatty Wang smiled hippie, walked to the equipment box, and took out a Bluetooth pinhole camera.

I looked at the companions around me, and my mind suddenly became brighter. They all said that the three cobblers were the best, and the problems that plagued me seemed to become simpler all of a sudden.

The matter of exploring the ancient well can be carried out now, and we didn't bother, we took the equipment and walked directly to the east of the village.

When I came to the dry well again, I deliberately went to check the dilapidated house next to it. The house was full of dust and cobwebs, and there was no trace of anyone coming.

"Hang the underwater camera down first, and see what's going on at the bottom of the well." Ghost Detective Xu opened the equipment box.

After connecting the equipment, Fatty Wang held the rope and lowered the camera slowly.

We stared at the laptop screen, the stone bricks on the wall of the well, covered with moss, looked very old.

"It's so mysterious, if I knew it earlier, I should have brought the column team here." Li Xiaolei sighed from the side.

"You can edit these materials, and you can make a show when you go back." Ghost Detective Xu stared at the screen and said.

The camera kept moving down, and the dry well seemed to be quite deep, and it didn't bottom out for a long time.

"Fuck me, it's not over yet? My arm is sore." Fatty Wang, a coward, would complain even if he was tired.

"What is that? There seems to be frost on the stone bricks." Zhen Qingyi was surprised.

As the camera continued to lower, there was obvious hoarfrost on the stone bricks on the wall of the well, and the surrounding area was cold.

"This well is unusual!" Ghost detective Xu Chen said.

I stared at the screen without speaking. As the camera continued to sink, the cold air in the well became thicker and thicker, and the white fog covered the lens, making it impossible to see anything.

"What are you doing? You have alarmed the evil spirits in the well. Do you want the whole village to die with you?" A familiar voice roared behind him.

I turned around in horror, and saw the little old man standing behind us with a gloomy expression from last night.

Now that the sun is in the sky, even if it is a ghost, it will not appear now. Who is this guy?

"Pull the thing out quickly, it will disturb the things in the well, and everyone will not be able to live." The little old man said in a hurry.

I turned around and gestured to Fatty Wang to retract the camera. The lens had been covered by frost and I couldn't see anything.

"You strangers, you just know how to mess around, who told you to mess around?" The little old man came over with a bad tone.

I stared sideways at the little old man, looked at him without showing any weakness, and said, "Old man, you haven't introduced him yet, are you a human or a ghost?"

The little old man was stunned for a moment, then furious, pointing at me and cursing, "You are the ghost, and the whole family are ghosts. Although I am called 'Old Ghost of the Yellow River', I am definitely a living person!"

"You are the 'Old Ghost of the Yellow River'?" I was stunned for a moment, didn't it mean that he was out on errands.

The little old man snorted coldly and didn't speak. After the camera was pulled out, he walked quickly to the edge of the well and looked inside nervously.

"Then why did you live in that dilapidated house last night? Is that where people live?" I still couldn't let go of this doubt.

"Who says it's not a place for people to live in? Our brothers who were ferrying across the Yellow River back then lived here. I came here to reminisce about bitterness and sweetness, and it has nothing to do with you?" The little old man stared at me with a pair of triangular eyes.

"Then do you still remember Wang Laoshi?" I asked suddenly.

The little old man was stunned for a moment, with extremely complicated emotions on his face, and after a while, he asked hoarsely, "I haven't seen you for many years, is he okay?"

"Mr. Wang is in good health." I briefly explained how I met Mr. Wang and the purpose of coming here this time.

Anyway, before coming here, Mr. Wang said that when he got here, he would find his old brother if he needed anything.

After listening, the little old man didn't speak for a long time, his face fluctuated, and he said after a long time: "It's not as simple as you think, so let's not talk about it."

I really didn't expect that I would recognize Mr. Wang's old brother under such circumstances, and then a doubt surfaced in my mind.

Ping Bo spoke in and out of words, and he highly respected this "Old Ghost of the Yellow River", but from the tone of the little old man last night, it seemed that he looked down on Ping Bo very much, so what's going on?

I didn't intend to keep this question in my heart, and asked directly.

"Old man Ping, that's a lunatic. Don't believe what he says." The little old man sneered.

I frowned slightly, not knowing whether to believe the little old man's evaluation of Ping Bo.

Although the other party is the old brother of Mr. Wang, after so many years, people will change, maybe preconceived, and the other party's appearance always makes me unhappy.

(End of this chapter)