Yellow River corpse hunter

Chapter 6
"This! This is impossible!"

I was breathing in a hurry, my hands were shaking non-stop as if I was thinking of swinging, and I suddenly stepped back a few steps, sticking straight to the wall of an earthen house.

"Yangyang, is something wrong?" The second uncle continued to ask.

Trembling, I stretched out a finger, pointing to the place where the woman disappeared just now.

"I saw it. Did I just see that Qian Nannan and his mother?"

"what!"

The second uncle was shocked, his face turned pale when he heard my words, and he swallowed involuntarily.

"Yangyang, you must have read it wrong. Your grandfather and I salvaged the corpses ourselves. That Qian Nannan and his mother had died a long time ago. Are you hallucinating? So many things happened to the corpses today. You are too nervous, have some hallucinations, right?" The second uncle quickly explained.

I looked at him dully.

I also hope that all this is an illusion, but I have never met Qian Nannan, how could I meet him when I have hallucinations.

But looking at the black spots on my hands, I actually calmed down a bit. Maybe I was scared to the extreme, but I wasn't scared anymore.

"I see, Second Uncle, you are right, today is the first time I have fished out corpses, and I was shocked when I saw these corpses!" I said lightly.

The second uncle's face was also not very good, but he still patted me on the shoulder and bit the bullet to comfort me.

Village Chief Qian’s home is not far from the village branch, basically a passage away. After we walked past the village branch, we soon came to this passage. It was quiet and no one was there. Maybe they all went to Qian Fangfang's funeral, and no one has come back yet.

The second uncle and I came to the village head Qian's house quickly, and just wanted to open the door, but found that the door was locked. How would they deal with these outsiders, so they began to slap the door with their hands.

"Cunchang Qian, Village Chief Qian, are you there? Just make a sound!" The second uncle shouted.

No one responded, and the surrounding area was still very quiet.

I was going to take a look at the door, but I found that there was not even a crack in the door. The second uncle was still patting on the door. For 5 minutes, there was no movement inside.

I waved my hand and signaled the second uncle not to take pictures: "Second uncle, it seems that there is no one inside, let's look elsewhere!"

"Isn't this a joke? People are dead in the cemetery, and this family is not here. This is the first time I've heard of it!" The second uncle slammed the door angrily, turned around and left.

But with a creak, the door unexpectedly opened a gap quietly, and it opened directly like this.

I froze for a moment.

The second uncle may be angry, he didn't even think about how the door opened, he pushed the door open, and walked quickly into the yard.

"Is Village Chief Qian there? Village Chief Qian is..."

Suddenly the second uncle fell silent, and stood there stunned.

I walked in quickly, my whole face turned pale with fright, and I slumped on the ground with a plop. I pointed forward tremblingly, and couldn't utter a word with my mouth wide open.

The village daughter-in-law hanged herself!
On a jujube tree in the small courtyard, a rope was draped, and the village daughter-in-law was strangled by a hemp rope. She was motionless now, and her eyes were like glass balls looking at me. It was protruding, her face was blue and purple, the pants on her thighs had already been scratched by her, and a small bench that had been kicked over could be seen under her feet.

"He's dead, he's dead, the village chief's wife has hanged herself!" The second uncle yelled obviously with a vibrato, and now he was terrified too.

My calves are weak, and I can't stand up at all now, but suddenly I saw something suddenly, and my mind buzzed instantly.

My right hand was crazily grabbing the ground, and my left leg kept thumping forward. I rolled and crawled backwards, pulling several meters.

On the right hand of the village head's wife, I saw a black spot, which was exactly the same as mine. On the left hand, there was a black mark like a child's handprint, which was exactly the same as mine.

The second uncle yelled for a long time, but no one around responded. Seeing that I was terribly frightened, he hurried over, helped me up, panted heavily and began to comfort me: "Yangyang is fine, Yangyang is fine, you first Get up, you get up first, let's go to grandpa, let's go to your grandpa, find him and tell him these things, understand?"

"Black... nigger... me, wrist... me!" I pointed to the hanged wife of the village chief, my body trembling.

In my mind, I can't get rid of that black spot and ghost handprint.

Could it be that ghost boy came to claim his life?

"Yangyang, get up, let's go, we're going to report, you know?" The second uncle forcibly pulled me up.

I stared at him blankly, his face was as pale as a white cloth for funerals.

The second uncle continued to comfort me, and patted my shoulder. I managed to stabilize my emotions a little, shook my head, but swallowed with lingering fear, and finally took a look at the village wife who was hanged.

Suddenly I realized that I couldn't deal with it. The wife of the village chief was holding something in her hand.

I don't know where the strength came from, but I broke free from the second uncle and walked quickly to the dead body of the village chief's wife.

"Yangyang, you are crazy, what are you doing?" The second uncle followed closely.

I looked at the hand of the village chief's wife and forcibly opened her palm, and suddenly I was stunned again.

In the hands of the village head's wife, there was an old photo, which was still black and white. The woman on it was wearing a black wool coat and holding a child in her arms.

"This! Wait a minute, this is impossible, this is not Qian Nannan's child, this, is his mother?" The second uncle was also dumbfounded.

The wife of the village head was hanged on the jujube tree of her own house, and before she died, she held a photo of a person who had died three years ago in her hand. What does this mean?

I took a few steps back and my mind went blank.

The little boy and the woman just now, I watched them leave here with my own eyes, and now the wife of the village head is hanged, holding their photos in her hand.

Does this have any connection, does it have anything to do with Qian Fangfang's death.

I was leaning against the wall in a daze, holding a photo of the village chief’s wife before she died. The little boy and the woman in the photo are almost exactly the same as what I saw, and I can be sure , I really have never seen them, today to be exact should be just now, that was the first time I saw them.

Did I hit a ghost?

(End of this chapter)