July 13, 1993.

A small town in the mountainous area of ​​northeastern Romania and Ukraine cut off its ties with the outside world due to a tunnel collapse.

Rescuers and police in the town were contacted via wireless telegram.

The police's first telegram - the food reserves are very abundant, but something is wrong.

As for what was wrong, the police officer did not say it clearly.

On the first day of being trapped, the outside world received two telegrams from the policeman, which said that many people were missing.

The next day I was trapped, the third telegram was sent - come and save us quickly, he is about to be resurrected.

The third day of the trap, the fourth and last telegram - come and save us, he crawled out...

After that, there was no news.

Three days later, the rescuers finally entered the small mountain village, but... there was no sound in the village, no one, no dog, no cat, no birds, no insects, and a dead silence.

The rescuers searched in the village, but found nothing. They found a church in the northwest of the village and found something strange.

There is a cemetery behind the church.

Rescuers found that one of the graves had been dug open, there was a hole in the coffin board, the coffin was covered with mud and sand, and there were traces of fingers or sharp claws around it. The strangest thing was... there were footprints on the mud near the tomb... or a string of footprints that walked out of the tomb. Based on the length and size, it was inferred that the footprints should belong to a thin man, a woman with a big foot, or a teenager without an adult.

The tombstone in front of the tomb is just a snow-white cross, without the name of the tomb owner, nor the epitaph.

I searched the entire village and the surrounding mountains and forests again, but still no trace of a living creature was seen.

Afterwards, the police conducted a series of investigations, but ultimately failed to solve the case.

This mysterious disappearance case is called the "Four Telegrams" incident.

...

Twenty years later, an expedition team composed of scientists and archaeologists once again went deep into this mountainous area to find the truth about that year.

After a week of investigation, everyone found a cave on the hillside halfway up a mountain close to five kilometers away from the village.

In the cave, all the corpses of the villagers have turned into skeletons after twenty years.

There is something in the white and dry bones that has attracted the attention of archaeologists.

The bones were not arranged randomly and scatteredly, but were regularly arranged into the shape of a cross. In the middle of the cross, there was a curled corpse.

It was the body of a boy who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

What's strange is that the other corpses have turned into bones, but his body is only dry and charred.

The corpse is lying in a posture of burying his head between his legs and holding his knees with his hands. The bones completely distort with the posture, forming a wheel shape.

One of the archaeologists who studied Eastern European customs took a look at this scene and shouted in surprise, "Wheel of Gare!"

Early March 2013.

In the greeting package area of ​​Terminal 3 of London Heathrow Airport, several staff members looked helplessly at a luggage cart.

The luggage cart was filled with large bags of small bags that needed to be packed, and a young man sat on the luggage.

He was an Asian man with short black hair and fair skin. He was in his twenties, with delicate and three-dimensional facial features and a slender figure. He was wearing a blue cashmere coat with white trousers, and a camel-colored plaid scarf with a very obvious British style. Passersby would take a look at it more. Is this young man as beautiful as a porcelain doll, a travel souvenir? So luxurious.

However, unlike other passengers' enthusiasm, the young man in the luggage cart looked bored. He was yawning, leaning lazily against a bunch of salutes, looking at a book written in unknown words.

Who is this? It is Zhan Zhao who is fully charged after the long holiday.

However, in Zhan Zhao's opinion, Bai Yutang was charged... He did not relax at all except for his mental relaxation, but instead increased his exercise too much, resulting in muscle soreness.

Zhan Zhao yawned again and whispered in his heart - that indulgent mouse!

"Sir, please let me know."

At this time, a sentence of English with a strange accent came from behind Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao turned around and saw a young woman, who was also Asian, with short baby face, short hair and glasses, a black dress and a black coat, looking a little conservative...

There were many people behind her, as if they were escorting a large box. There were probably some special items in the box, so a staff member took them through the special passage next to her, and Zhan Zhao's luggage cart just blocked the way.

The two men looked at each other and Zhan Zhao was stunned - this girl looked familiar!

"Ah! Dr. Zhan!" The girl was excited and clapped her hands, "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Zhan Zhao touched his chin and searched in the memory bank for about three seconds. He remembered that he had seen it at an academic exchange meeting. The woman should be an archaeology graduate student named Song Jiajia. I don’t know if she has graduated.

Zhan Zhao nodded, and was about to get off the luggage cart... At this time, a white figure ran over from the slant, pushing Zhan Zhao forward with the luggage cart, and leaving the road.

The person who came was wearing a white windbreaker, short hair and sunglasses, a handsome appearance and... a good figure that was pleasing to the eye.

Bai Yutang pushed the luggage cart with one hand and grabbed a bag in the other hand, and handed it to Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao glanced at it and found two meat rolls and two cups of coffee.

Holding coffee in one hand and meat roll in the other, Zhan Zhao opened his mouth—ah woo.

Originally, Zhan Zhao was returning to S City after the holiday, but the flight was delayed by the weather for four hours. So the two of them were idle after a long wait. Zhan Zhao bought a weird book from the bookstore. He was lazy in the luggage cart and refused to walk. Bai Yutang had to push him around. Basically, those who could enjoy the same treatment were children under ten years old... However, Zhan Zhao looked too likable and lazy, and he felt as lazy as a cat, so he leaned on the luggage cart without any incongruousness, nor did he attract other people's attention. Instead, he attracted the whistle of a few tourists from enthusiastic and unrestrained countries.

However, after waiting for a while, the lazy cat said he was hungry again, so Bai Yutang ran to buy him some food.

Zhan Zhao looked at the huge wooden box that Song Jiajia and the others were pushing curiously and asked, "What is this?"

Song Jiajia said mysteriously, "Corpsy!"

Zhan Zhao's mouth twitched, looking at the sky, Gongsun should love her very much, but unfortunately he and his elder brother were on Bai Jintang's private plane and rushed back to S City. I don't know how Gongsun was doing recently. Zhan Zhao remembered that when he was on the phone a few days ago, Gongsun was still dissatisfied and said, "What kind of holiday is it, it's more tiring than working overtime."

Because the things transported require a lot of procedures, Song Jiajia chatted with Zhan Zhao while the staff was busy.

"What corpse?" Zhan Zhao was curious, "or was the mummy that went to do research?"

"None are, the body only lasts twenty years." Song Jiajia raised her eyebrows at Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao was confused, "What is the research value of twenty years of corpses?"

Song Jiajia asked Zhan Zhao mysteriously, "Doctor Zhan, have you heard of the Wheel of Gare?"

Zhan Zhao was shocked and immediately remembered a report about the "Four Telegrams" case I saw a few days ago. He looked at Song Jiajia, "Oh... the archaeologist in that report would be you, right?"

Song Jiajia smiled proudly, "We have received a lot of scientific research funds. This time we want to take the body to the country for perspective scanning!"

"What is the Wheel of Kare?" Bai Yutang put down the things and waited aside. Hearing the conversation between the two, he asked curiously.

"The Wheel of Gare is a magic spell." Song Jiajia had heard of the name of Bai Yutang for a long time. She had only seen Zhan Zhao before and had never seen this legendary handsome guy. Now she saw that the handsome man was in a good mood and began to popularize some historical and folk knowledge for Bai Yutang. "If a person is buried underground and resentful, the body will gradually bend in the coffin to form a shape of □□. This process is called the Wheel of Gare. This process is called the Wheel of Gare.

The ritual will be completed. When the ceremony is completed, the body will wake up, open the grave and come out to take revenge. After he takes revenge, he will return to the appearance of the □□ before coming out of the coffin and sleep. In many folk legends in Eastern Europe, there are descriptions of the demon who dug up the grave and resurrects the dead, which is also one of the origins of the vampire legend. In the first case of resurrecting the dead, the person who resurrected the dead was called Gale, so it was named after the Wheel of Gale."

Bai Yutang seemed to be illogical and asked, "That is, he was dead when he was buried underground?"

"Yes!" Song Jiajia nodded.

"Then he came back from the dead and crawled out?" Bai Yutang continued.

"Yes." Song Jiajia continued to nod.

"Then I'll go to bed after taking revenge?" Bai Yutang was puzzled.

"Yes!" Song Jiajia said seriously, "The Wheel of Gare is not a human, it is a monster. Their purpose is to take revenge, and they will fall asleep after taking revenge. However, they must be very careful during their sleeping process, especially not to let them approach people with too much resentment or too evil... Otherwise, it will wake up again. When he wakes up this time, he is not the revenge person, but a complete evil demon."

Zhan Zhao touched his chin and was always interested in such mysterious events. "So, in connection with the four telegram incidents that year, this teenage mummy boy was the resurrected person mentioned in the telegram that crawled out of the tomb. Did he kill all the villagers to take revenge and then fall asleep?"

Song Jiajia smiled and photographed Zhan Zhao, "It's the theory, but if you tell the public this way, it's a detective suspense novel that is not archaeology. It's probably a custom, or something more strange happened, but no one believes it as a matter of resurrection."

Zhan Zhao nodded with laughter.

At this time, the X-ray test picture before the body was packed came out, and Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang followed Song Jiajia to see it curiously.

Sure enough, there was a corpse in the suitcase holding her knees and lowering her head, curled up into a complete circle.

Bai Yutang frowned slightly, "Can people stretch to this angle by themselves?"

"If you have difficulties, you might be forced to break it like this." Song Jiajia said.

Bai Yutang suddenly remembered a case involving "boxing corpses" a long time ago. Why do living people like to mess with dead bodies so much?

After the gifts were packed, Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang ate the meat rolls, and after strolling for a while, he finally... was ready to ascend the throne.

Song Jiajia was so coincidental that she learned from a few foreigners and took the same flight to S City with Zhan Zhao and others.

Zhan Zhao was curious, "Send it to City S to study?"

"Yes, the university in S City has a very advanced perspective scanning equipment that can help us scan the inside of the body."

Zhan Zhao nodded and asked, "Can you let Gongsun visit?"

"Dr. Gongsun is an excellent anthropologist. If he is interested, he will certainly welcome it. Just so, with his forensic major, we can help us analyze the cause of death of this young man."

While speaking, the plane took off smoothly.

During the long flight journey, Zhan Zhao spent the hunchbacked and took a good night's sleep.

Bai Yutang looked through the strange book he had been reading... I don't know what words on it, Bai Yutang couldn't understand a single word, he only knew all kinds of bloody illustrations

Zhan Zhao was sleeping unconsciously wearing an eye mask and a blanket.

Bai Yutang looked at him and reflected on himself. Is it caused by excessive indulgence during the holiday? I don’t know if Zhan Zhao is in a mental state suitable for work. Anyway, I called the Bao Bureau yesterday and there were no new and difficult cases recently, so I simply let Zhan Zhao sleep for two more days.

In the early morning, the plane landed smoothly at S City Airport.
To be continued...