Paranormal Investigation Notes

Chapter 27
The function of the Hag.1 gene is to make the hair of gene carriers thicker under the condition that all other conditions are the same.

The only survivor of this incident, Lu Ming, has thicker hair.

The poor boy confessed that the mountain god only eats people with thick hair.

These two clues, in this quietness, are connected again.

Lu Qingliang and He Wei looked more solemn.

At this moment, the two of them were extremely sure that there must be a relationship between the X organization and this mountain god.

"Come, come, drink and drink."

Huang Weimin spoke happily, as if he had met a bosom friend.

You must know that in the past, even a child would not bother to pay attention to the things he studied and indulged in.How could he be like this now, offering himself good wine and meat, and still listening so seriously.

Seeing Huang Weimin's toast, Lu Qingliang quickly picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, and then stuck out his tongue from the heat.

But even so, he didn't shirk in the slightest, but acted like he would accompany him to the end.This made Huang Weimin even more satisfied.

After clearing his throat, Huang Weimin continued his narration.

"I heard from this kid that the mountain gods only eat people with a lot of hair, and the villagers, especially those with a lot of hair, feel a little scared in their hearts.

The villagers asked where the mountain god was again, and the kid first said that the mountain god would only show up depending on fate.The villagers refused to obey and continued to fight. The boy couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only agree to take the villagers and government servants into the mountain to find the mountain god.

Later, the county government invited monks and Taoist priests to escort the poor boy, together with villagers and government servants, and a large group of people marched into the mountain in a mighty way to get rid of the man-eating mountain god.

The kid led the people into the mountain, but he still hasn't arrived after walking for more than a day.Then there was fog, and now everyone lost their way.Some people said that the mountain god was angry, and the Taoist priest told the monk that he was not good enough to subdue this demon, so he wanted to go back and invite his master.

People panicked, and they returned to the village when the fog cleared, and no one mentioned the matter of eliminating demons anymore.

Demons can't be eliminated, people have to deal with them.According to the opinions of the sufferers, the boy was sunk in the pond.His house was also taken away, the land was taken by the bitter masters, his wife was beaten to death by the bitter masters, and the good children also went crazy, not to mention the imperial examinations, they died within a few years.

This family is so dead.well. "

Huang Weimin took a sip of his wine and sighed twice.

On the surface, it seems that this is just a story of a poor boy encountering mountain ghosts and winning glory and wealth by despicable means, but in the end he gave everything back, and even his family lost their lives.

Under the social background at that time, this story may also conform to the universal thought of good and evil, and the reincarnation of heaven, and it may also faintly warn the people at the bottom not to rely on illegal means to achieve class leaps, but to live in peace and happiness, and be honest. It really means obedience to the people.

This kind of story was very popular for people at that time.It's no wonder that Layman Lanhu and Mr. Fengting both recorded it in their works.

But for Lu Qingliang and He Wei, this story is not just a simple story.

"Later, you two guess what happened?"

Lu Qingliang was stunned for a moment, then said after deliberation: "That poor boy is also dead, his family is ruined, so it should be... the world is peaceful, right?"

"Wrong, wrong." Huang Weimin shook his head repeatedly, took another sip of wine, and said: "It's completely the opposite. The fact is that in the next few years, ten years, or even decades, in this area, the missing hair There are more and more people. There are even blatant kidnappings on the street.”

Lu Qingliang was taken aback again, and then felt a chill from his heart.

The poor boy is dead, the family is ruined.Mention him, everyone scolds.

But... who doesn't envy him?

Who doesn't want to be rich?
The rich want to be richer.Those who have power want to be more powerful.The old want to be young, and the sick want to be cured.Those without children want to have children, and those with stupid children want to have smart children.

Desire is endless.

However, there is such a god now, as long as a person with thick hair is tied up and fed to it—or more, after all, in the story of the poor boy, three people were tied up in a row before he was rewarded by the mountain god example, but no matter how many people there are, there is always a real and visible way to realize one's wishes.

That being the case, someone will inevitably take the risk.Moreover, the number will never be small.

"During this time, everyone was in danger, especially those with thick hair." Huang Weimin sighed: "Another book "Heshan Essays" records that during that time, almost everyone who had thick hair shaved off. Bald. The government and the county also issued a document to crack down, but then it broke out that the county magistrate at the time even instructed his cronies to kidnap people and go to the mountains to find the mountain god.

You two, when you came to our place, did you notice that many of our children have shaved heads? "

Lu Qingliang was taken aback.

He really didn't notice this.But thinking about it now, including on the road, and the few children who came out to play that I saw before, all of them were bald.

Regardless of men and women.

"This custom was formed at that time, and it has been passed down to this day. The local old people say that it is auspicious for children to shave their heads and ward off evil spirits, but no one can say exactly why."

At this moment, Lu Qingliang had a feeling that the story had entered reality.

Indeed, only people like Huang Weimin who focus on local folklore and historical research can figure out what happened to this kind of thing.

"At that time, this kind of thing that tied up a person with thick hair and went to the mountain to find the mountain god to fulfill his wish, it took decades, and then slowly disappeared. According to my research, this may be because later people discovered that Because of the spirit, gradually no one believed in it.

Maybe the poor boy was beaten into a trick in the first place. There were many such things in ancient times.For example, if the harvest is not good in a year, it is said that a monster was born in the house, which interfered with Feng Shui, and then the teacher was blamed, and the children were drowned.

Maybe after the child was drowned, the local literati would still record, saying that under torture to extract a confession, how the mother entertained, how strange the experience was, and finally conceived with a demon fetus and so on.The fact is that a poor mother and a poor child were forced to death.well. "

Huang Weimin sighed again.

"The practice of kidnapping people to feed the mountain god gradually disappeared, but this custom has been passed down slowly. The local people have become accustomed to offering sacrifices to this mountain god who has the title of 'fulfilling wishes', but the tribute has changed from humans to livestock. , food and the like.

According to historical data, when the poor boy was forced to confess, he said that the mountain god looked like a big head, a small body, and thick hair, so the image of the mountain god also changed at this stage, from the original appearance to the present one. This way. "

The story of Huang Weimin is over.Lu Qingliang and He Wei looked at each other, both of them felt as if they were separated from each other, as if they had finally returned from history to reality.

At this moment, Lu Qingliang thought of many things.

As soon as the mountain god said it, it was illusory and unverifiable.Whether the poor boy worked hard to get rich, but the rest of the villagers used the excuse of "worshiping the mountain god" to carry out group robbery openly, and in the end he was beaten into a trick, and he was also submerged in the dust of history, and it was impossible to find out the truth.

Perhaps, as Huang Weimin said, this incident was just a group rumor similar to the "soul calling" incident in the Qing Dynasty?

Lu Qingliang couldn't be sure.But the only thing that is certain is that this story has too many similarities and vague connections with the X organization.This is undeniable.

——Perhaps, the reason for the eventual disappearance of "binding people to sacrifice to the mountain god" is not that the mountain god is no longer effective, but, but...

Not everyone with thick hair has the Hag.1 gene?
"Uncle Huang, can you lend us a period of time for your collection of ancient books about that era such as "Blue Lake Notes", "Fengting Records", "Heshan Essays"? We can give you a deposit and rent."

Huang Weimin just told a story about that era.In that era, there may be more things happening.And these things are hidden in those ancient books that may be unique, only Huang Weimin's here.

Huang Weimin obviously hesitated, but finally agreed.

With this matter finalized, today's harvest is already huge enough, and there is no need to rush to do further analysis now, so the atmosphere at the dinner table is relaxed.

In fact, to be fair, if Lu Qingliang and He Wei were to judge, Huang Weimin is actually quite interesting.He is knowledgeable—of course, limited to local historical knowledge, with humorous language, all kinds of interesting folk customs, historical stories, etc., and Lu Qingliang and He Wei couldn't help being fascinated.

During the conversation, He Wei finally couldn't help asking the question that she had hesitated for a long time.

"Uncle Huang, between you and Aunt Guilan, you..."

She has seen Huang Weimin's cowardice and Guilan's aggressiveness with her own eyes.I couldn't help but feel a little worthless for Huang Weimin.

Huang Weimin was a little embarrassed at first, as if he had been poked into a pain point, but then he was relieved.

"Don't blame Guilan, blame me."

He shook his head sadly.

"I've been living like this all my life. I don't know anything except reading. No matter how many books I read and how many historical allusions I know, I can't earn a dime. My child, Guilan will do everything. She is the one who supports this family.

No matter how violent her temper is, she still doesn't lose my food and clothing. What other children have, my children also have.She scolded me again, and said how many times she wanted to burn all my books, but she didn't burn them in the end, and even vacated a house for me to store them.What else can I be dissatisfied with? "

Both Lu Qingliang and He Wei were silent.

"Let's not talk about that, by the way, I see that you are very interested in this mountain god. There is also a mountain temple on the back of the mountain, and the incense is also good. How about I take you to see it this afternoon?"

(End of this chapter)