Saturday, January 2, 2021, at 1:00 pm, Fishing Village.

Three hours later, the rugged mountain road finally came to an end, and the car slowly stopped on the small road outside the village.

The fishing village is a small mountain village. Because it is located in the remote deep mountains and forests, it has no fame. Fortunately, the online map is relatively developed, so they have not taken the wrong path.

Speaking of which, I heard Jiang Wuya say this before, it was about the name of the village, the fishing village.

The origin of the name fishing village is that the surname Yu was the big surname of this village, so it was called Yu Village. Later, when the registration was done, the people who came to register heard it and wrote it into a fishing village. After that, the locals also felt it was troublesome and did not change it, so they called it into a fishing village.

"By the way, is the person who registered this? Can the villages in the mountains be called fishing villages?" Xiao Han once complained.

When Xiao Han saw that the village had arrived, he immediately pushed Yunzhu in the back row.

"Miss Yunzhu, wake up, we're here."

Yunzhu opened her misty eyes, tidied her hair, stretched her waist, and stood up straight from her seat: "Have you arrived? So fast?"

"You have been sleeping for nearly three hours. It's a blessing to have you been sleeping so hard along the way."

"What? It turns out that it is because the road is uneven? I thought it was the two in front..." Yun Zhu smiled sly.

"Thank you, I know what you want to say, stop." Xiao Han felt as if something had rolled over his face, "Why go by the way?"

"The house is halfway up the mountain, we have to climb up and follow me."

Yun Zhu took the lead and walked up the winding mountain road. Jun Moxi, who was beside him, also pulled the corner of Xiao Han's clothes.

"Let's go, senior brother."

"Wait, I'll call." Xiao Han took out the already worn mobile phone and added, "It's a job."

Looking at the backs of Jun Moxi and others, Xiao Han pressed the phone a few times.

"Hey?" A rough voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Lao, it's me."

"Oh, it's Brother Xiao, is there anything wrong?"

"Are you free tonight at 10 o'clock?"

"Today, it's a coincidence that I'm on duty tonight. Why are you going out to drink?"

"Wuya is here, I won't drink it today. At 10 o'clock in the evening, please call me."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't I ask you to check the fishing village before? I'm already in the fishing village and plan to go and take a look."

"Oh, then why did you ask me to call?"

"You don't know that I'm so unlucky. I always feel that I have to encounter something today. Maybe I'll encounter a mountain torrent and mudslide or something. It's done, I want to hang up, Xiao Lao, anyway, as long as I answer the phone, I will turn around and ask Wuya to invite you to drink."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your wine."

The other party hung up the phone, Xiao Han smiled slightly and muttered to himself.

"That's true, the first time I want to invite someone to drink."

On Saturday, January 2, 2021, at 1:30 pm, outside the fishing village, the old house of the Jiang family.

After making the phone call, a group of three went to the old house of the Jiang family. There were trees in the mountains and weeds. The branches and branches on both sides of the road stretched out to form an incomplete dome. From time to time, the sound of birds singing came from afar, adding a bit of vitality to the mountains and forests.

After about half an hour, they arrived at the old house.

Although located in the heart of the Central Plains, this old house is in a rare Western style. It is a small wooden house with an attic. Time has left deep traces on the house.

"This is getting more and more mysterious." Xiao Han stood there and muttered to himself, "The village in the deep mountains is called a fishing village. The old house in the heart of the Jiang family's Zhongyuan is a small foreign house. I always feel that there is something wrong here."

"Oh, this, Wuya told me." Yun Zhu said as if nothing had happened after hearing Xiao Han's voice, "The ancestors of his family thought this style was fashionable, so they built such a house with the help of the villagers, just to see the Western scenery."

"Ah, so that's it. Okay, let's not care about the aesthetics of the Lao Jiang family for now. I'll go in first. To be safe, I'll go in alone. You can take a look outside." Xiao Han took out his cell phone and looked at the time. "If I haven't come out in fifteen minutes, you can hurry down the mountain and ask people, don't enter the house."

"No problem, senior brother, be careful." Yun Zhu and Jun Moxi nodded one after another.

Xiao Han set the time on his mobile phone and went to the cottage alone.

First, Xiao Han turned on the camera function of his mobile phone, approached the old house, and tiptoed around it.

There are doors and windows in front and back of the wooden house, but they are all nailed to death in the same way, without any light, the back door is tightly locked, and there is no sound in the house.

Xiao Han sorted out his collar and tightened his shoelaces. His feet did not leave the ground, but slowly moved forward in a slippery form to make the least sound. However, this was useless. The floor in the room was really a great woman for a long time. As soon as Xiao Han stepped on her feet, the floor made a squeaking sound, as if she was already unable to bear the weight.

Xiao Han walked into the house and was in front of it an empty hall with no furniture in the room. There was a earthen stove built on the middle ground, a bench beside the stove, and two new-looking grasshoppers, a piece of ragged cloth on the ground, and a wooden shelf in the dark shadow beside the stove, with a lot of debris on it.

A ladder is placed beside the wall connecting the attic door on the ceiling, which is locked by an iron bar stuck in the lock ring.

In addition, Xiao Han also found that the windows and door frames were engraved with strange patterns. He searched his memory and found that he had never seen anything like that.

Xiao Han took a deep breath, chose a few suitable angles to take pictures of the situation in the house, and he even took a few selfies for himself.

The stool in front of me is obviously a modern product, and there is not much soil on it. It should have been left behind in recent weeks. The ground was cleaned up not long ago, without any dust, and footprints could not be seen. The stove is a soil furnace, to be precise, a coal ball stove made of iron. There are some ashes in the stove and some burnt paper fragments. The text on it cannot be identified based on it, but in any case, these ashes do not look like they have been left recently.

The wooden stand is covered with shredded paper, magazines, books, notebooks and other things, and in addition, there are several small boxes.

After a long period of erosion, the colors on magazines and boxes have gradually faded, and there are traces of insects on the edges of books. Everything, including the shelves, has a thick layer of gray, exuding an old atmosphere.
Chapter completed!