Nightmare Apostle

After persisting all night, Yang Xiao took a nap when it was dawn. He set the alarm in advance and told the beautiful receptionist to remind him.

To be honest, he didn't sleep well. He dreamed of that woman again. In his dream, Yang Xiao was standing in the bathroom washing his face. He was facing the mirror. Just as he bent down, he saw a disheveled woman standing behind him through the reflection of the mirror. The woman was holding a knife in her hand.

After waking up, he found that it was already 9 o'clock in the morning. With his backpack on, Yang Xiao went out to have a simple breakfast and then rushed to the train station.

After waiting for more than an hour in the train station, Yang Xiao's nervous mood was relieved a lot when he saw people coming and going. There was no train station in the small town of Fengmen. Yang Xiao needed to get off at the nearest train station and then take a minibus to go there.

Because it rained in the mountains two days ago, the road was a bit muddy, and the minibus drove very slowly. It was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon when it really arrived. Yang Xiao was dizzy by the smell of gasoline in this old minibus. In his memory, he had only ridden such a car when he was very young.

Walking in the town, the surroundings were obviously depressed. The old stores on the street were just open, and some of them could not even see people inside. The signs hanging outside were also very old.

Unlike Yang Xiao's imagination, there were almost no tourists here. Occasionally, one or two old people sitting on small stools selling vegetables in the alleys were seen.

Following the mobile phone navigation, Yang Xiao found the old site of Jinfeng Flour Factory No. 2. He didn't see the sign. It seemed that it had been demolished after so long.

The situation was unclear, so he didn't rush in. Yang Xiao walked slowly along the surrounding wall and observed while walking.

That post was right. The factory is in a very advantageous location, close to the center of the town. However, there are only some low-rise buildings that have been deserted for a long time, and there are large areas of wasteland nearby. If there were no problems, it would never be like this.

In addition, Yang Xiao found another problem. The wall outside the factory is very high, and it seems that it was not built in the same period. Some of the damaged parts can be seen with obvious signs of repair. Of course, this is also a few decades ago.

After walking around, the sun was setting. Yang Xiao knew that he could not wait any longer. Who knows what will happen tonight? He found a lower gap. Yang Xiao used the surrounding rubble to step on his feet, took a run, and climbed up.

After observing for a few seconds and finding no problems, he jumped down. Not far away from the inside was a factory building. The walls of the factory building were dark and there were traces of burning.

After approaching, Yang Xiao found that there was almost nothing in the factory building. It seemed that everything had been moved out. Holes left by the installation of machinery could still be seen on the ground. There were also some rusted iron frames in the corners that could not be seen at all.

Continuing to walk inward, stone slabs began to appear under my feet, and some dilapidated brick walls appeared nearby. The bricks were large and were made of whole pieces of green mountain stones. After checking, Yang Xiao finally figured out that the flour mill was built on an old mansion. In order to build this flour mill, those people even demolished most of the mansion.

Involuntarily, Yang Xiao thought of the Feng family mansion mentioned in the script. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be here.

At the corner between the two factory buildings, there is a stone well surrounded by rubble. The well mouth looks very small, and there is a big stone on it.

Yang Xiao took a few glances and soon realized that something was wrong. This well might have a story. The big stone pressing the well mouth was obviously simply carved. The shape is like a human head, with a wide skull, a protruding forehead, a wide face, narrow eyes and long eyebrows. This is a very distinctive Bodhisattva statue.

Yang Xiao took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the well mouth. When he was about to get closer to take a look, suddenly, a sharp shout from behind interrupted him.

"Who is it?!"

A middle-aged man suddenly came over from more than ten meters behind him. He was sturdy, had leopard eyes, a beard, and was wearing a security uniform. He had a baton on his waist and looked a bit fierce. "I'm asking you, who are you and what are you doing here?"

Seeing the phone in Yang Xiao's hand, the man became even angrier. "Are you here to shoot that kind of video again? You're so young, are you going to die? Are you crazy about becoming famous?"

Yang Xiao knew that the other party had misunderstood him as one of those ghost bloggers. "Don't be nervous, I'll just take a look."

Yang Xiao took out a red note from his pocket, smiled and walked forward to give it to the security brother, "Brother, please help me, take me for a walk, I'll take a few photos and leave."

"Nonsense!" The security guard glared and didn't buy it at all. "Go, leave now! Otherwise I'll call the police!"

There was no way, Yang Xiao had to leave. He didn't expect that there were security guards guarding this place. After leaving the factory, he came to the town to wander around. Now it was getting dark, and he couldn't go to the factory anymore. He planned to come to the town to inquire about the situation.

On the way back, he opened his phone and checked the forum again, but unfortunately the person who posted the message still hadn't replied.

Gradually, it began to drizzle, and Yang Xiao quickened his pace. There were not many pedestrians on the road. Most of the towns in the mountains were abandoned like this. All the young people went to big cities to work, and the ones left behind were the elderly who couldn't leave their hometowns, and some children who were inconvenient to bring with them.

Turning a corner, Yang Xiao saw an elderly man hiding from the rain under the eaves, with a few bags of vegetables in front of him.

The old man's hair was almost completely white, with deep wrinkles on his face. He was wearing an old dress with a strong ethnic style. It seemed that he had lived in the town for a long time.

Yang Xiao trotted over in spite of the rain and stood under the eaves with the old man. The old man's eyes were deep, and he had a clear feeling of seeing through the world after going through vicissitudes of life. It was a taste unique to the mountain people in the mountains.

"Old man?"

Facing Yang Xiao's greeting, the old man just moved his eyelids, and then shook his head gently, as if he didn't want to get involved in worldly matters.

"Old man, do you sell this vegetable?"

"Sell!" The old man turned his head instantly and looked at Yang Xiao with gentle eyes, "3 yuan per bag, take whichever one you like."

"I want all your dishes, but could you please tell me about Jinfeng Flour Factory No. 2? Was there a big house there before?" Yang Xiao got straight to the point.

After hearing the words "Jinfeng Second Factory", the old man's eyes became strange, and he seemed to be a little taboo, but all this disappeared instantly after Yang Xiao took out a 20 yuan note, and the old man talked to Yang Xiao in a thick local accent. I talked for more than ten minutes, but unfortunately they were all random stories and not as detailed as the post.

Fortunately, it was confirmed that the location of the factory was indeed a large house in the past, but the house had long been dilapidated and had nothing to do with the construction of the factory.

There was no more new harvest, and Yang Xiao planned to leave. The old man who got the money was in a good mood, and he lit a bag of dry cigarettes for himself, sat cross-legged on the ground, and clucked his lips, "I said this is a shame. You guys have been like this lately." Why are all the people in the city asking about the factory?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiao paused and was a little surprised, "Has anyone besides me inquired recently?"

"It's about this afternoon." The old man smashed the yellowed old cigarette holder and raised his chin, "After asking about it, I ran to the factory."

"But the factory is guarded by security guards and no outsiders are allowed in."

After hearing Yang Xiao's words, the old man pursed his lips and smiled, "You kid, don't tell lies. That factory has not been taken care of for decades. We people in the mountains avoid it. There are still security guards. Maybe there are security guards?" "

Yang Xiao's head buzzed, "There is no security? Are you sure?"

The old man shook his head, as if he no longer wanted to talk to Yang Xiao. After a while, Yang Xiao also figured it out. There was something wrong with the security guard. The locals had a strong accent, but the security guard had no accent at all.

"Old man, I'm asking you what the outsider at the flour mill looks like?" Yang Xiao took out a red ticket directly from his pocket.

The old man's leisurely eyes came into focus in an instant, and he grabbed the red ticket, "Well... let me think about it, I remember it! The man has a beard, a pancake face, and leopard eyes. He looks fierce and looks at people. He doesn’t look like a good person.”

"grass......"

Yang Xiao took a deep breath. The person the old man described was the fake security guard he met in the old factory. It was probably not a coincidence that he arrived at this time. Yang Xiao guessed that the other person might have encountered something similar to him, and he looked obviously better than himself. He was much more experienced, "Old man, did that person say anything else?"

"Hmm... I think I said it before, but my brain just..." The old man rubbed the back of his head and looked like he was thinking hard.

Yang Xiao took out a red note again and shook it gently, "Don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly."

"Oh oh oh, I remembered it!" The old man was refreshed. "The man asked me if there were any old sayings or old rules passed down in the town."

"What did you say?"

"I don't know about ancient proverbs, but there is a jingle that has been passed down in our mountains for some years." The old man recalled word by word: "The first... the first daughter is not allowed to marry outside, and the second son is left behind, and his fortune is poor. Don’t cross the gate of the deep house.”