Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 24 The Serial Dead
I was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a dozen people coming from the muddy mountain path below, the leader was a middle-aged man in camouflage uniform, shouting at us with a flashlight.

Ma Yi'ao and Martin looked at each other, then narrowed their eyes and said nothing.

When the group of people came to the front, Ma Yi'ao walked up to us calmly, calmly, while the other party surrounded us in a fan shape, aggressive, the leader even had a shotgun in his hand, and went straight to us. He turned to the horse and repeated what he said just now: "Guys, it's getting dark, what are you doing here?"

Ma Yi'ao touched the rain on his face, and said, "It's nothing, just passing by."

The man raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed at his chest, and said raise your hand, raise your hand—you hear me, raise your hand!
His voice became sharper, and Ma Yi'ao didn't resist, but lazily raised his hand, and said casually: "Be careful, brother! By the way, who are you, do you have a gun license? messing around here?"

A young man dressed as a villager next to him came forward and said, "Brother Fu is our militia platoon leader, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Ma Yi'ao immediately gave in, and hurriedly called him big brother, and took out a pack of soft Chinese from his pocket.

Although we were wearing raincoats, we had weathered a torrential downpour, and I was drenched inside and out anyway, and God knows how he was able to keep a wet pack of cigarettes.

Cigarettes were used as an introduction, and the tense atmosphere eased a little. Ma Yi'ao lit it for the other party, and then said: "Old cousin, we are here to find relatives, don't get me wrong."

The feelings of the fellow are very simple. Seeing that the other party is a Chinese smoker, and knowing that the other party's status is either rich or noble, his posture is a little lower. He took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and looked at us suspiciously. After a while, his eyes fell from Fei Hua to Ma Yi'ao's characteristic beard, and then he said, "relatives? Do you have any relatives in the village? Which family is it?"

Ma Yi'ao pointed to the deep mountain and said that the person was there, and he hadn't seen him for many years. Didn't he find a girlfriend and plan to come over for a walk?

He stretched out his hand and hugged Fei Hua's broad shoulders, with a sweet look on his face.

Seeing Fat Hua, who was taller than himself, and her round face full of oil, the middle-aged man was a little frightened, swallowed subconsciously, and said with an admiring smile: "Congratulations, congratulations."

After saying that, he glanced in the direction of Lin Zi with lingering fear, and said, I know who the relative you are talking about is.But... you'd better not go.

"It's okay," Ma Yi'ao vaguely said, and got through the pass by mistake. He didn't ask the reason, but smiled, and then said: "My fellow, look at your rainy day, a large group of people , what are you planning to do?"

Hearing this, Fu Ge, the platoon leader of the militia, suddenly became serious, and said: "In the afternoon, some strangers came from the village and broke into Cuihua's house. And his elder brother, didn’t I hear the news that I went into the mountain, so I brought people over here? By the way, have you guys seen three men, one with a big beard and one with a height of only 1.5 meters? , and there is another fat..."

Chubby?

We all looked at Fat Flower, but Brother Fu hurriedly waved his hands, saying that he is not as exaggeratedly fat as your wife, but he is still a little thinner.

When Feihua heard this, she held her mouth shut and looked depressed, while Ma Yi'ao hesitated for a moment, and said, "Just now, there seemed to be a scream over there..."

Pointing in the direction I just mentioned, he said solemnly.

Hearing this, several people changed their faces, glanced at each other, and carefully confirmed: "What scream? Male and female?"

Ma Yi'ao looked at me, and I thought about it, the scream was just a brainstorm, not heard, but judging from the size of the person who was knocked down, it seemed to be a man, so I said: "Male."

Brother Fu heard about it, and hurriedly called the people behind him to walk in that direction, and then asked us: "What do you do, go together?"

Ma Yi'ao shook his head, and said no, it's going to be dark soon, and the weather is not good, so we can't waste time.

Brother Fu nodded, saying that's fine, but you have to be careful, the few people who entered our village just now are not simple characters, they are all outlaws, they are very fierce.

He took the people away, looking at the somewhat embarrassed backs of these people, Martin frowned, and asked if these people saw the corpse, would they come to trouble us?

Ma Yi'ao shook his head and said no, it was not far from both sides, but it took a long time to walk, the person died just now, so it has nothing to do with us.

Martin sneered, saying that these villagers are not forensic doctors, how would they know the time of death of the deceased?At that time, a few people will think about it, and we are foreigners, and our background is unknown, so maybe they will suspect us.

Hearing what he said, Ma Yi'ao also frowned.

After a few seconds, he said, "How is it, have you found the location?"

Martin put the compass into the raincoat, nodded, pointed to a small path in the left side of the slant, and said that the location was roughly correct, and he walked from here and kept going.

Ma Yi'ao said let's go.

The four of them didn't stop much, and started to step on the muddy mountain road washed by the heavy rain, with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Although we were well prepared when we entered the mountain, we all wore waterproof boots, But after a long journey, the boots were already filled with muddy water. When I stepped on it, there was a gurgling sound, and my feet were soaked in it. Go into the mud pit, and you can't pull it out.

At that time, I wanted to die.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the luck techniques that Ma Yi’ao taught me a few days ago, and I used "Nine Profound Dew" to refine the blood and monster power in my body, so that my body would change in the past few days. I have to be strong and strong, this kind of journey, I guess I would have collapsed long ago.

Even now, I feel extremely difficult, but I don't have any complaints, because the three people around me are walking with their heads buried.

Even Fei Hua, who talked the most, shut her mouth, saving her energy as much as possible.

Braving the drizzle for more than half an hour, we climbed over several hills and finally came to a small village hidden behind the mountain ridge.

This village is more dilapidated than the one outside the mountain, and its scale is much smaller. With the faint skylight, you can see that there are only seven or eight families, and they are scattered and not scaled.

Ma Yi'ao walked ahead, and stopped when he saw a dwelling.

He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, then said: "How can there be someone in this deep mountain and old forest?"

But Martin waved his hand and said normal, I have been to the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, no matter how deep in the mountains and forests, as long as there are a few acres of land that can grow some vegetables and food, there are people living there, what's so strange?

Ma Yi'ao shook his head and said no, this is not the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, this is Jiangzhou.

Feihua was panting as she walked, and she was about to fall down. When she saw the houses, she couldn't control them, so she hurriedly said, "Well, how far is it? Otherwise, let's rest here tonight. ? Let’s start again tomorrow when it’s dawn and it’s not raining anymore, okay?”

She looked at Ma Yi'ao with tears in her eyes, that pitiful look made her heart soften, Ma Yi'ao hesitated for a moment, and asked Martin, "Look?"

Martin nodded briskly, and said yes, anyway, there is still a long way to go, instead of wrestling in the dark, it is better to find a place to rest and wait until tomorrow to set off. This is called "sharpening a knife and chopping wood".

After a few people decided, we started to touch the building in front of the forest.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, the place looked close, and it took more than 20 minutes to walk to the front. The two houses at the foot of the slope were already decayed and rickety, looking like they were about to collapse at any time. Only then did I know that this place was most likely an abandoned village.

But we quickly rejected this conclusion, because there are several acres of vegetables planted at the foot of the slope, and looking at the growth, there must be someone serving them.

We walked up the slope along the dilapidated bluestone road, and came to the third house. We found that the frame of the house was better and the tiles were complete, but the door was unlocked and ajar. When we walked in, there was no one there.

We were not sure what was going on, so we continued to go up, and finally saw a building with light.

This is a small temple, which is different from all the temples I have seen. Except for a statue of a mud-bodied mountain god and two oil lamps enshrined in the middle, there is nothing else. It was so muddy that people couldn't get off their feet.

It is not surprising that the small temple is dilapidated, but it is strange that a temple has been built in such a small gathering place, which cannot even be called a village.

There are still oil lamps here, and they are still lit.

This is even stranger.

There must be someone in this place.

After confirming this, we continued to walk up the slope, and came to the house closest to the small temple. We found that it was much cleaner than the houses below.

Along the way, hungry and hungry, we were very excited, thinking that we finally met a living person, so we hurried to knock on the door regardless of face.

I knocked for a while, but no one answered, which made me very surprised.

At this moment, Ma Yi'ao twitched his nose, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Don't knock."

I wonder why?
Martin, who had been quiet beside him, said, "Your nose, don't you smell a bloody smell?"

Bloody smell?

I was stunned for a moment, and then I couldn't help taking a deep breath. Sure enough, in addition to the coolness of the rainy night, mixed with the smell of mud and grass, there was also a strong smell of blood, through the crack of the door, from the room Li Zheng came out leisurely.

Ma Yi'ao stepped forward and said to me, "Get out of the way."

I got up and walked away. Ma Yi'ao took out a sharp knife with dark sides from his pocket, picked it lightly in the crack of the door, and then pushed it in, and the door opened with a "squeak".

Ma Yi'ao waved his hand, Fei Hua hurriedly raised the flashlight and shone into the room, but the light swept away and immediately fixed on the middle of the room.

There were two corpses lying there, a man and a woman, perhaps not long after they died, the blood soaked the ground and was slowly flowing towards us.

The flowing blood, it is so dazzling under the light of the flashlight.

(End of this chapter)