Something is wrong!
Something is very wrong with this village!
When the police just received the report, they heard overwhelming screams in the receiver. It is said that the police who answered the phone turned pale with fear, which is completely different from the peaceful scene at the moment!
Moreover, the most important thing is that after the case was handed over to the special incident investigation team, the special incident investigation team tried to contact the villagers of Diantou Village again, but the result made them feel depressed again - all the villagers turned off their mobile phones!
Moreover, the maze formation is a formation that can be left but not entered. Since these villagers are fine, why didn't anyone leave the village for such a long time?
These questions are like a dark cloud lingering in my heart...
"Is it a farce?"
Da Pao muttered on the side: "False report? Playing with the police?"
To cover one's ears and steal the bell is to deceive oneself!
I shook my head helplessly. These villagers were clearly up to no good. There were too many doubts that could not be explained. Unfortunately, the soldiers like Da Pao were unwilling to place suspicion on the common people.
"Forget it, let's go into the village and see first!"
Song Yanan waved her hand to stop everyone from continuing to speculate. After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Everyone, turn on the safety, load the bullets, and be careful!"
"Then..."
Huo Yao asked hesitantly, "What if... there is an emergency?"
"Don't you know what to do?"
Song Yanan said in a deep voice, "If it's a living person, then we might as well wait and see what this village is doing! If it's a dead person... then just open fire!"
After that, she pulled out a QSZ92 pistol from her waist and strode down the mountain.
Once the order was issued, Da Pao and the others could only follow it.
In this way, several of us went down the mountain and entered the village with almost 10,000 vigilances.
There was no one at the entrance of the village, it was empty, and there was not even a single person along the street, but the cheers and laughter in the village were echoing in the empty long street, which became clearer after entering the village.
Are people at the place where the bonfire is lit?
After a discussion, we rushed over there. It was not far from the entrance of the village, only about 700 to 800 meters at most. When we arrived and took a look at the situation there, we were also a little dumbfounded.
This seemed to be a gathering place similar to a square built by the village. It was full of people. These people sat on the ground around the bonfire in the middle, men, women, young and old, and it looked like there were no less than a thousand people. About all the villagers of Diantou Village were there. It was indeed the richest village in Mianshan. The population alone was not small.
All the villagers were sitting quietly at the moment, listening to an old man telling a story in front of the campfire. The old man had white hair and a goatee, and he told the story vividly, as if he was telling the story of "Zhao Zilong's Camp of Cao Cao". Not to mention, the old man in a dark blue Tang suit was absolutely first-class in storytelling, and he was a bit like a storyteller. Every time he told something exciting, the villagers around him would cheer, laugh, and applaud collectively, and the scene was so lively!
We were standing outside the crowd, dumbfounded by the scene in front of us. We didn't know where to start. Unexpectedly, a little girl riding on her father's neck noticed us. The little girl was pretty and cute, with black eyes. When she saw us, she turned her head and shouted to the old man who was telling the story: "Grandpa Village Chief, Grandpa Village Chief, guests are coming!"
At this time, the crowd had just finished cheering, and the old man hadn't started yet. It was the quietest time. The little girl's shouting startled everyone. All the villagers who were listening to the storytelling turned their heads. When the little girl shouted, they all turned their heads and looked at us.
Being stared at by thousands of eyes, I was still a little scared, but these villagers had calm eyes, black and white, and didn't look like dirty things, which made me feel relieved.
"Police!"
Song Yanan immediately revealed her identity. Of course, this so-called statement was actually a lie, but it was also a test to bring up our housekeeper's identity!
The villagers around here started to quarrel at that time, and everyone was talking about something.
"Quiet!"
The old man who was telling stories in front of the campfire seemed to have a very high prestige in this village. He just raised his hand lightly, and then the villagers around him suddenly became quiet. Everyone unconsciously made way for the old man, and then the old man trembled towards us, and then bowed to us, and then looked up and said: "My surname is Jia, and I am the village chief of Diantou Village. I wonder what you are doing in our village?"
Song Yanan was about to speak, but I hesitated for a moment and hurriedly took the lead: "It's like this, didn't your village report the case some time ago? So we came to investigate."
As I said, I hurriedly stretched out my hand to the old village chief: "Hello, old village chief."
Song Yanan was beaten by me first, but miraculously didn't speak, but looked at me with some doubts.
The old village chief didn't hesitate, and looked like an old scholar, but he was not vague in etiquette, and stretched out his hand to shake my hand.
His palms were warm, and I shook hands with him with murderous aura, but the murderous aura in my body did not react at all, which means that there is no bad breath in his body, and he is a living person!
That's right, I spoke first just to test the depth of this old village chief!
However, I got nothing, so I turned my head to look at Zhou Jing, and Zhou Jing also shook his head at me, telling me with his actions that he didn't see anything from the twelve palaces of the old village chief's Xiangmen.
Now I was puzzled. Since they were all living people, why did these villagers behave so strangely?
Song Yanan gently pushed me on the side and asked me about the situation with her eyes. I gently shook my head to indicate that there was no problem.
Then Song Yanan asked the old village chief: "Mr. Jia, what are you doing..."
"Ah, what are you talking about?"
Mr. Jia pointed to the bonfire and the villagers, and said without thinking: "Ancestor worship! This is the custom of our Diantou Village. Every sixty years, we will use this method to remember our ancestors. Because our ancestors are from Henan. In the past, there was a great famine in Henan. Our ancestors were fleeing, just like we are now, lighting a bonfire, telling stories to each other, encouraging each other, and then they persevered with difficulty, and finally came here to settle down, and we have what we have today! So we hold such an ancestor worship ceremony every sixty years, and use this method to tell the younger generations how difficult our ancestors were back then, and we should cherish our current life!"
What a strange ancestor worship ceremony!
I muttered to myself, not knowing whether it was true, but it is not surprising that there is such a custom. Our country has a long history, and too many things that are difficult to trace have happened. These things finally sank into the local folk customs and were passed down in a very special way. So it is not impossible that some remote villages have preserved strange customs!
"So... when you reported the case, didn't you say that the policeman who disappeared in Mianshan and the drunkard attacked you? How..."
Song Yanan asked: "Also, why did you all turn off your phones during this period and not contact the police again?"
"Yes, those people did attack us. They seemed to be drunk. They came in and beat everyone they saw. But later they were driven away by the strong young men in our village and never came back..."
Jia Lao smiled and said: "As for not contacting the police, this... we were worshiping our ancestors at the time!! Our ancestor worship ceremony lasts for three months, because our ancestors fled here for three months. According to the rules passed down from generation to generation in our village, during these three months, all descendants must put down everything and come back, and must not contact the outside world! At the beginning, our ancestor worship ceremony was interrupted and attacked, so we panicked and called the police. Later, seeing that the drunk policemen were driven away and the village was peaceful, we continued our ceremony..."
Drunk police? Weird folk customs?
The old village chief's statement is too ridiculous, is he thinking we are fools?
However, we have no evidence, but we are still not angry. After all, this is their folk custom, and we can't make any comments!
For a while, I stared at the old village chief and those villagers, and the more I looked at them, the more I felt that they were weird!