Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

I ordered a glass of citron water to free my mind from the cloudy smell of tobacco and the bitterly sweet black coffee, and my eyes went over the edge of the glass and fell straight under the light of a small street lamp in front of the courtyard. The dreamy atmosphere surrounding the adventure an hour ago still can't suppress the acceleration of my heartbeat, and the cold sweat on my back is rising.

After we fled back to the courtyard, we came to this blue-walled rhino horn restaurant, and ordered three relatively lavish dinners, intending to forget all kinds of unhappiness by eating a good meal. As soon as Fan Pang sat down, he began to smoke as hard as he could, and at the same time complained loudly that I was as timid as a mouse, and that he had not encountered anything strange in the four rooms on the left, and he just listened to me and caused panic. Krys was laughing at me, saying that before she could figure out what was going on, I pushed her back to the porch.

My guilt began to rush in, and my tongue, which did not want to speak, began to become flexible along the sweetness. This time I stepped on the gaffe beyond imagination, and it was inseparable from what I thought, that is, Hollisman once mentioned a past incident that happened when he was in Yinan.

While I was talking to him about how to make a quick buck, I talked about the boredom and would exchange some real experiences, he liked to listen to the urban legends of the ear, and I also liked to hear the Italian folk tales he said. One night, as we sat on a swing in front of the Nashville theater, he told me an incident from Napo that happened seven years ago, and it lit up a shadow of fear in my heart.

In 1991, Lin Rui at that time was still living in the old house of ivory, and his grandmother Lao Musa. Hollisman was paralyzed at the moment, and his family moved the bed to the pavilion on the ground floor in order to facilitate the treatment of the doctor. In this way, the bedroom becomes an empty house. At that time, the second floor of his house was a square patio structure, and there was open space except for the large bathroom built privately.

Lin Rui's cottage is located directly north of the square patio, and opposite is Lao Musha's bedroom, due east is the small kitchen where the old lady cooks daily, and due west is the staircase down the ground floor. The side walls are full of creepers, rustling in the wind at night.

At midnight on a rainy day in the late autumn of that year, the kid was tired of playing games under the covers, so he sat up and opened the small window to breathe in the smell of smoke in the room. As soon as the latch was lifted, a round wild cat was seen hiding under the eaves, barking silently at him. So he got dressed and went out to climb the terrace to bring the little frozen thing into the house. But just as he was putting on his pants, he suddenly saw a figure moving in the opposite bedroom, and not only stopped.

In the middle of the night, who had nothing to do and ran into the house, and even if there were people, how could they rummage through things without making a sound? With curiosity, he began to feel fearful in his heart, so he quietly closed the window, closed the curtain, and opened a corner and began to peep.

After about a few minutes, the shaking shadow reappeared, and this time Lin Rui saw clearly, there was indeed something in the darkness. It was a woman in her forties, with big braids, dressed in a linen tooth-yellow nightgown, and holding a fruit bowl in her hand, and was wandering and pacing in the opposite room. After a while, the figure slowly moved towards the small kitchen, and finally stopped in front of the stove, and stood motionless, turning its head mechanically to look at his small window. Lin Rui was so frightened that he immediately got into the quilt, and after a while, he opened the curtain to see, and the figure disappeared.

At that time, I still didn't know that he had sharp eyes, so I asked if it would be a delusion, and what he said next was really eye-opening for me. According to Lin Rui's description, the reason why this female figure can be seen clearly in the darkness is because there seems to be a spotlight above her head, and the whole human body is bright, like a butterfly flying in the night sky. When the figure arrives in the kitchen, it becomes more translucent, giving people the feeling of being bathed in the afternoon sun. In short, people are completely different from their surroundings, and he doesn't know why.

Half a week later, he still told his family about it, because old Hollisman has a habit of getting up at night to go to the toilet, and when he comes out of his bedroom, he will pass the corridor outside the kitchen, and if he sees that strange human figure in the dark, it is difficult to guarantee that he will be scared out of illness. Soon afterward, he drew a sketch of a strange woman on paper based on his recollections, and finally used it to figure out the origin of this person. It turned out that this lingering ghost was his grandmother's sister, who died in an air raid during World War II. Then, the linen pajamas were also found in the old objects of the attic, and when he opened the old photographs, he saw her in the album at a glance.

Because it was his own relatives, he didn't seem to be very afraid, so he peeked in that direction in the middle of the night from time to time. But alas, this strange figure did not appear again. After a year, Lin Rui saw it again on the same late autumn rainy night, and in the ninety-third year, Lao Musa died due to organ failure, and since then, the bedroom has been locked for a long time, and the shadow has disappeared without a trace.

No matter how light-hearted he was at the time, it made my heart tremble, and it was through it that dark memories began to awaken in my heart. I let out a long sigh, set my glass aside, lit a cigarette and moved my gaze from the light back to the table.

With my excuse, Fan Pang proudly shared the stories of Greek netizens that he had heard from the midnight hotline again.

"What are your dark memories? Say, don't sell it. The three people in front of them listened with relish, especially the four-eyed, who seemed very excited, and kept muttering: "Sure enough, mining has to go to old Europe." All kinds of anecdotes, ancient castles in lonely mountains, monuments of religious massacres, like rats crawling in the mud of thousands of years under the Roman gladiatorial arena, I don't know how much innocent blood is soaked. "

"Do you really want to say? In the second half of the night, we will have to rush to the tower again, bravely explore the 0514 warehouse, and you will have no psychological obstacles when you hear it?" I glanced at a few people uneasily, put my arm on Krys's shoulder, and said, "Don't go this time, I'm afraid something will happen." "

"I have my own ideas, and I'll tell you about them later. "She got a long haircut, anxious to know my French memoirs.

"It's really not enough to swallow an elephant, just one is already terrifying, and I want to hear another one, okay. I removed the mint leaves from the glass, threw my neck upside down, and slowly fell into deep thought.

How to describe it? It is actually one of a series of events, and I don't have Marlowe's patience, and I like to start with a tirades from a few years A.D., picking the main theme of the birth of shadows. It was my first year in the orphanage, where I lived in the living quarters at night and spent the day in the old T-shaped building for classes and manual labor.

At that time, I had just been kicked out of the house by Ou Rong's wife, and it was difficult for me to accept the cruel status quo that my family no longer existed, and I lived in panic all day long. In any case, Madelan was a high-level intellectual, and I was born and educated in a scholarly environment, and in the blink of an eye, one of my parents disappeared and the other died suddenly, and I was immediately sent to a crowd of ill-intentioned and foul-smelling low-class children. It's hard to get used to the kind of fall from heaven to hell. Every day, I would go to the confessional church to see the statue of the Virgin, remember my mother's breath, and have a silent conversation with her, only then can I find a haven of peace of mind.

Each lodging unit has a room manager, who calls for the children to go to the broken building during the day, and goes to bed and turns off the lights at night under the watchful eye of this person, and carries out a strict life routine, like a prison prisoner. From half past seven in the morning to half past nine in the evening, I was stared at every day, and that kind of boring and boring life made people always think about running away over the wall.

The one who took charge of me was a tall boy, and his father was a felon, so he was an orphan. Due to family reasons, this child is very cruel, and treats all the children in the jurisdiction unit as his slaves, and will do it if he disagrees, and everyone has been beaten by him. Over time, these children all developed Stockholm syndrome, relied heavily on him, and obeyed the boy as he preached, whether he was right or wrong. In short, he doesn't have to do it himself, and he has a group of lackeys around him.

When he first entered the welfare home, Hun Boy wanted to stand up, so he picked Lao Tzu's thorns all day long and provoked for no reason. Once, when I was in a hurry, I picked up a carpenter's hammer and gave him a head drink, and as a result, he knocked out two of his front teeth. After the cafeteria brawl, I was locked alone for a week to reflect, the hospital will not look into who will do it first, they only see if those little overlords can control their own people, so no matter how much I have suffered, as long as I do it, the first one to be punished must be me. The '80s weren't as robust as the procedural complaints we have now, and in that kind of grassroots, unsupervised children, the law of the jungle was followed until they were taken away by the foster family.

The incident happened within a week of my return to the unit's dormitory. Although this muddy boy has a tiger face all day long, he is no longer as presumptuous as before, and no one around him comes to trouble me, seeing that he is missing two teeth, I always think that I have shot too hard, and I want to apologize to him several times to ease the relationship. But that's so naïve, the vicious boy has already prepared a big gift bag for me.

It was a weekend evening, and I was assigned to clean the hallway and biology class, and there were a few cages in the hut with some white pigeons for dissection. When I came back from fetching water, I saw a house full of pigeons, and I don't know who quietly opened the gate and released all the birds. Because of this, the boy put the blame on me, locked the iron door at the bottom of the building, and ordered me to catch all the pigeons before it was done, and when all this was done, he went up to the top floor to ring the bell. When they hear this, they will come and open the door.

It was soon getting dark, and with great effort I was able to catch only five white pigeons, and two were still at large. The wind was blowing in his ears, and the incandescent lights in the classroom were crumbling. Even if they were all open, they would not be able to stop the darkness from invading from all directions. I hid under the podium alone with my legs crossed, thinking to myself that the ancestors of the pigeons would fly home by themselves, so that I would not have to wander around again so as not to run into that.

"What's that?" Seeing that I stopped to light a cigarette, Fan Fat impatiently slapped me on the shoulder and asked urgently.

Then we have to talk about the predecessor of this old and dilapidated T-shaped building, which was originally a monastery of the Catholic Church, but was abandoned due to looting of its belongings, and has been around for more than 200 years. At the end of the eighteenth century, the outbreak of the vigorous French Revolution began to take the stage of street mob politics, although the history has given it a rather complicated position, some say it is progressive, some say it is a disaster, from the establishment of the Third Estate Parliament, to the battle between the royalists and the Girondists, and the Jacobin to power, countless heads have fallen to the ground. Until Bonaparte came to power, it continued to do so, and began to expand on a large scale, and for more than half a century, it was always in chaos.

Although most of the slaughter was concentrated in Paris compared to other big cities, it was a chaotic and chaotic time. The finances were bankrupt, the money was wasted, and the social management system was destroyed, and the White Nights emerged in Lyon. It was not a group pursuing political demands, but a group of bandits who specialized in abducting people, especially children. Because he often commits crimes at midnight, and he is cool and wears a white cloth on his head, he breaks the window and enters the house in the surrounding countryside, and is also known as the ghost of the moonlit night. Then the children who are detained will naturally have a stronghold for selling the stolen goods, which is conducive to reselling them. Therefore, this T-shaped monastery called the crow is one of the black prisons.

One of the strongmen in charge of the abducted cattle was the one-eyed woman, who was known as the Bloody Nun because she wore a nun and was good at mutilating children and selling them as beggars. Later, the Moonlight Ghost gang was annihilated, and the angry farmer surrounded the crow building with torches, and the man could not escape, feeling full of evil, and if he was found, peeling and cramping would be an appetizer. He gritted his teeth, poured himself cold with a fire oil drum, pulled out the fire and set himself on fire, and could not bear the pain and committed suicide by jumping into a well, thus ending his life of sin.

The old building has been renovated on top of the ruins since the crows were burned, and it has been used as a residential school, a refugee shelter, and an ammunition storage warehouse, but those on duty at night can always encounter the ghosts of nuns holding torches in the middle of the night. With the frequent occurrence of strange things, all kinds of gossip are flying all over the sky, and people gradually begin to change their color when they hear about the broken building, and the most talked about is the legend of the bloody nun.

On the ground floor of the T-shaped building, there is a long, dark path that leads to the grassy atrium. There are all the graves of unknown people, and in the center of the earthen bag, you can see a collapsed dry well, and it is said that the bloody nun died underneath. The villagers hated her to the bone, so they knocked down the well rock, so that its corpse is still crushed under dozens of tons of boulders. Because it is an inner courtyard, there is no sunlight all year round, and the wind is very windy, so it is particularly gloomy.

Some of the older children in the welfare home often describe vividly that whenever the moon shines through the clouds, the old demon under it will break through the well, searching everywhere for the lost person to drag down. So the two entrances and exits of the atrium were fitted with rusty iron gates with copper locks. Every few years, when the old lock rots, someone will add the lock again, and the white dirt accumulated on the iron bar is pressed one layer at a time, but everyone who walks by does not dare to glance in that direction, for fear that he will be attacked by the rumored demon.

For these reasons, people usually leave the dilapidated building before nightfall, and then the old man who guards the courtyard makes sure that the building is empty, and then locks the iron door at the bottom to avoid causing trouble. Of course, this is also a common method used by welfare institutions to intimidate disobedient children, usually deliberately dragging you downstairs, claiming that they will lock you up all night. When I saw you panic and burst into tears, I pretended to let you go back to the dormitory to write a review.

In short, no matter how they behaved or how they were punished, no one really dared to deliberately lock a child in a dilapidated building for the night, after all, if something happens, he will have to pay criminal responsibility and go to prison. But that muddy boy dared, he had the evil intention of not avenging a single arrow and not being a hero, and spent a whole week thinking about the poisonous scheme, and finally saw that the old man on patrol had something to do when he came home that night and began to do it. Because of this, I became the first person to spend an entire night in the building since the establishment of the orphanage.

Any old building in the last year, more or less has happened, in fact, there are six other gloomy corners related to the crows, but the atrium dry well is the most famous. If I have a good ride and succeed in catching all the pigeons, if I really want to go up and ring the bell, I will pass by two other "attractions", and the bell tower is one of them. No matter how you look at it, it's hard for me to survive this night.

When he said this, a strong wind swept outside, which suddenly blew the tablecloth into the air, and the water cup was smashed under his feet by an external force. The three of them couldn't help but feel stunned, and they began to not calm down, and hurriedly ran to the table in the center of the restaurant with their plates to change seats. As soon as I sat down, the timid and inquiring eyes immediately forced me to continue. The noise made several pairs of men and women around them also join their heads, perhaps feeling fear, and they also withdrew from the table and ran around the most dazzling lights, leaning sideways and silently waiting for the lecture to begin.

Sure enough, these kinds of topics always win a lot of attention, after all, they happen in ordinary life, and they are so close to every family. The indigenous people in the south are superstitious compared to the northern Yankees, and when they hear about exotic ghosts, they are all enthusiastic and intoxicated. I finished my order, didn't have time to eat a bite, and when I saw the steak getting cold, I lowered my head and gobbled it up, ignoring Xiaoma.

"What are the other six 'scenic spots'?" Finally, a middle-aged man who was taking his daughter to dine on the side couldn't bear it anymore, patted me on the shoulder, and asked anxiously: "What do you say!

"We're talking about ourselves, what does that have to do with you?" I looked up, glancing at him disapprenantly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Fan Pang scratched his thinly haired head, with a sly and sincere smile on his face.