749 The Old Corpse in the Desolate Mountain (Part 1)
After successfully foiling a Japanese Feng Shui organization's sinister plot in the Qinling Mountains, the members of Bureau 749 haven't had time to fully recover from the tension and exhaustion before an even more bizarre and terrifying incident, like a thick haze, quietly envelopes Qingyan Village in the remote southwestern mountainous area.
Recently, Qingyan Village seemed to be under the watchful eye of an evil force, with bizarre and bizarre occurrences occurring one after another. Panic gripped the village, with villagers whispering about the terrifying appearance of a "Desolate Mountain Corpse" on the barren hills behind the village. Witnesses shuddered in fear, describing how, every night, as a heavy black veil descended over the village and the mysterious mountain, the "Desolate Mountain Corpse" would slowly emerge from its deep, ghostly caverns. It wandered through the forests, its path piercing with a cold wind like a sharp blade, accompanied by a bloodcurdling, shrieking cry that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell, piercing the very bones of a person and causing their very blood to freeze.
Several young villagers, usually self-proclaimed courageous, initially scoffed at the rumors, believing them to be mere tales fabricated by cowards to frighten others. However, driven by curiosity, they decided to venture into the desolate mountains to investigate, hoping to uncover the mystery of the so-called "old corpse in the desolate mountain." But no one expected that the villagers would find them unconscious at the foot of the mountain the next morning. Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips bloodless, and they were mumbling incomprehensible gibberish. Their eyes were empty and filled with fear, their entire mental state nearing collapse, as if they had encountered something terrifying on the desolate mountain beyond their understanding and ability to endure.
This news, like a sudden storm, quickly sent shockwaves through Qingyan Village and aroused the high alert of Bureau 749. Experienced officers like Lin Yu and Ouyang Zhenghao were once again called upon to uncover the truth and resolve the crisis, rushing to Qingyan Village to investigate.
As their car slowly pulled into the village, an oppressive, dreary atmosphere enveloped them like an invisible net. The village was deserted, devoid of the bustle and life it once held. The children who once wandered the streets were nowhere to be seen, and the villagers working in the fields had vanished completely. Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut, as if shutting out all fear and the unknown. Occasionally, through the cracks in the closed doors, one could glimpse the villagers' wary, fearful eyes, as if watching for a demon that might burst through at any moment.
Lin Yu stared at the eerily desolate scene before him, a surge of worry rising within him. He frowned slightly, a solemn expression in his eyes as he pondered, "It seems the rumor of the 'old corpse in the desolate mountain' has instilled a deep fear in the villagers, plunging the village into such a state of utter silence. What unspeakable secrets lie behind this? What sinister forces are at work?"
Ouyang Zhenghao sat beside Lin Yu, looking out the window at the lifeless village. He couldn't help scratching his head, his brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川". He muttered, "Lin Yu, this place feels even more sinister than the Qinling Mountains we visited before! Could that 'old corpse in the desolate mountain' really be some incredibly powerful demon? Just listening to the villagers' descriptions gives me the creeps."
Lin Yu turned his head slightly, glanced at Ouyang Zhenghao, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't jump to conclusions, Ouyang. Before we investigate thoroughly, any speculation is just speculation. The mysterious phenomena in this world often have their reasons behind them. Let's first find the villagers to learn more about the specific situation. Maybe we can find some key clues from them."
Later, led by the village chief, they arrived at his rather shabby home. The lights inside were dim and flickering, as if threatened to be blown out by an invisible wind at any moment, lending the house a somewhat eerie atmosphere. The village chief was a man over seventy years old, his face deeply scarred by time, and now, fear made his features even more haggard and pale. His eyes betrayed a deep fear, and his body trembled slightly.
Everyone sat down at a tattered table inside the house. The village chief took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down a bit before he began to recount what had happened. His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if every word was laden with endless fear: "Ever since that 'old corpse in the desolate mountain' appeared, our village has never been at peace. Every night, strange noises echo around the village, like the pitiful weeping of someone, or the low growling of some wild animal. The village livestock also mysteriously disappeared. Overnight, the once-perfect pigsties and cowsheds were empty, not even a trace of them could be found. A few young men, usually brave and skeptical, insisted on going to the desolate mountain to investigate. And then..." The village chief's voice abruptly stopped, the terror on his face growing more intense, as if recalling some horrific scene, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Lin Yu quickly comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, Village Chief. We are from the 749th Bureau, specializing in handling supernatural and mysterious incidents like this. Please take your time and tell us everything you know. We will definitely find a way to solve it."
The village chief calmed himself down, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his hand, and continued, "As a result, they seemed like different people after they came back, muttering some incomprehensible words, with dull eyes, and acting crazy. We found a doctor in the village. The doctor took the pulse, shook his head and said that he had never seen such a strange disease. Later, we invited a famous fortune teller nearby. The fortune teller chanted scriptures and performed rituals, but there was still no way. Now those young people are still lying in bed, talking nonsense, and they are completely useless!" As the village chief spoke, he couldn't help but burst into tears, feeling heartbroken for these misfortunes that happened in the village.
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