Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Two outsiders came to the village today. Although I don't know where they came from, the man seems to have quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the villagers. Obviously no one knows him, but he blended in very naturally. In everyone's conversation, the familiarity is a bit too much.

The other woman is a bit strange, she is not willing to communicate with the villagers, but likes to hang out with that woman.I threw a rock in her utility room a while back, and I hope it hits.

I heard from the villagers that because the village was going to dig a new well, they wanted to find a way to drive that woman away.

This is normal, after all, in the eyes of the villagers, that woman is like a plague.Ever since she was picked up by the well, the village has basically had no good harvests. If the village head at that time insisted on raising the child, no one would be willing to spend their family's food reserves to raise her.

Well now, the old village head is dead, and the funeral procession responsible for transporting his body has just left. Naturally, no one will stop the villagers from wanting to drive her away.

The one who almost disturbed the luck of the village, holding a book in which the characters are unintelligible, the only one who can draw water by the well, and also likes to talk to himself about non-existent things by the well Man, the villagers must be annoying.

But I don't think so.

Her sins have not been fully repaid, and she should apologize for the panic she caused to the villagers over the years, as well as the harvest problems in the village in the early years.

More importantly... what about my brother?
Now he is blind, and the villagers think that he went blind because he saw something unclean. Even his biological parents dare not claim him.

This woman left with other men and lived a happy life. What about my brother?

I can't let her go away so easily.

When I got home, I pulled out a dirty box from under my bed.

Open the box, and there is a somewhat fluffy rope lying inside.

This rope is the rope that eliminated the evidence back then.

I didn't hide the rope, he put the rope in the box after strangling the woman, and put the box under my bed in front of me.

For so many years, I was afraid to think about this thing, but today is different.

I still remember how my brother did it, that one night that changed my life, and I know every detail by heart, because every night I replay this scene in my head.

My hands tremble a little, I know, I'm not afraid.

It is the most essential animal nature in my heart that is beating my rationality.

Even though I knew that what I was going to do next was likely to be wrong and irreversible, but my animal nature completely suppressed my rationality.

When I came back to my senses, I had already appeared on the edge of the utility room.

The candlelight was flickering, and I opened my eyes, but they seemed to be closed, because there was darkness in front of my eyes.

I didn't knock on the door, because I knew that knocking on the door would scare the snake away, so I turned in from the window that was smashed during the day.

The woman turned her back to me, and the candlelight shone on the simple paper-covered book in her hand, reflecting her bewildered face.

What am I doing?
I do not know.

What am I thinking?
I do not know either.

All I know is that when my hands grab the rope, all the fear I've had all these years, all the low self-esteem I've had because of my brother, melted away at this moment.

I couldn't hear the cry, and couldn't feel the change of the struggle. I just grasped the ends of the rope numbly.

Until the next second, a hand was on my shoulder.

"Water well, brother," I heard the familiar voice, and my brother came out unkempt from the debris, his eye sockets without eyeballs were only wrapped in darkness, just like what I saw, "Go and see that Well, as long as you don't go crazy, you will come to thank me!"

I let go of my hand, and the sound of her falling to the ground was like the sound of something falling in my heart. I suddenly realized that if I really carried out what I was going to do next, it might cause something irreparable Condition.

I panicked.

It was the first time I was so flustered, I picked up the book on the ground by some mysterious act, and then rushed out the door.

It didn't rain, but my clothes were already soaked.

When I came back to my senses again, I had already run to the door of my friend's house.

It just so happened that they were getting together for someone's birthday today, talking and laughing until I broke into the house.

"What's wrong with you? You look so flustered," a man said to me with a smile, "You haven't been this flustered for a long time."

Another person noticed the book in my hand, "Huh? Isn't this the book of the witch?"

I looked around, there were more than a dozen people in the house including me, I took a deep breath, but I didn't confess what I had just done.

In my mind, only the familiar voice echoed.

"Water well, brother, go and see that well, as long as you don't go crazy, you will come to thank me!"

I irreversibly recalled the well in my mind. They were still calming my emotions. One of them grabbed the book in my hand and flipped through the contents.

Everyone is reading the contents of the book.

except me.

I'm not interested in what's in the book, I'm just frantically trying to get the voice out of my head.

"What is this! I can't read it at all! Is it really written by people? It's so ugly!" A person threw the book on the ground and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, it must be illiterate Written words!"

The other companions echoed, until the next second, I noticed a person standing by the door.

"Police! Don't move! All the people who participated in the silver party squatted down with their hands on their heads!"

While talking, he found the book that they had stepped on, bent down and picked it up.

I know him, he is the stranger.

"Books are such a precious thing, you actually threw them on the ground?" He stared at us, "Knowledge is power, don't you all know this saying?"

One of them replied: "I don't know!"

Then the book fell on his head, "Do you know now?"

"I know... I know."

He glanced at me, then opened the book, roughly scanned the content, his expression became distorted, and he muttered, "It's a bit like the notes I took when I was half asleep and half awake in class, it's hard enough to understand of."

"I have confiscated the things. From now on, you are not allowed to steal other people's things without other people's consent!" He seemed to realize that what he said was wrong, and added, "Even with other people's consent, you are not allowed to steal other people's things!" thing!"

He left, and the young people at the birthday party calmed down.

But I haven't calmed down yet.

My heart is beating wildly.

Even, without realizing it myself, I said a word at that time.

"Let's go to that well and have a look?"