Chapter 243 Jinjiang
After receiving the message from Master Ma, the official person in charge felt strange. Why did Master Ma seem to be unaware of the shooting location?
While he was confused, Master Ma sent him a second message, asking him if he knew about the student death case half a year ago.
After seeing Master Ma's description of the death cases, the official in charge's brows gradually furrowed.
If you look at each of these death cases separately, you will find them weird and absurd, but you will also feel that life is unpredictable and that these are accidental tragedies.
After all, falling, throwing objects, suffocation...are all accidental events with low probability.
All I can say is that these people have very bad luck to have encountered such a low-probability event.
However, if these cases are viewed together, the probability of them occurring naturally in the same period of time is so low that it can hardly be mentioned.
A probability this low is no longer a coincidence.
It is a necessity caused by a certain existence.
The official person in charge realized that Master Ma must have encountered that existence, so he worked his way back to the previous cases.
Because those deaths all occurred during the holidays, and the accidents happened to several students at home or downstairs of their homes. After leaving school, they scattered to various areas and did not seem to be connected.
No one would have thought that their deaths would be related to non-scientific existence.
Therefore, although there were still doubts at the beginning, there was no excessive suspicion and the matter ended there, allowing the deceased to be buried as soon as possible.
As a result, the case did not come under the attention of special departments.
But this time it is no longer the same.
The deaths of several people pointed to the same possibility.
The official in charge mused, twirling the pen slowly between his fingers.
Then he called Master Ma back and asked him why he mentioned these deaths.
The official responsible person came to know about the idol.
"Ebony idol?"
He raised his voice in surprise, and after a while he came back to his senses, and asked again, "Are you saying that the talisman that was once enshrined in the temple near Baizhi Lake was taken away from the Baizhi Lake area?"
"I'm not sure what the talisman is meant to guard, but if there really is something in White Paper Lake that needs to be guarded by the Ebony Statue, I'm afraid that thing would have escaped long ago."
Taoist Priest Ma rushed to the southwest region as quickly as possible and said to the official person in charge in an anxious tone: "I originally still had a glimmer of hope, but you said that Director Zhang's program this episode is also in Baizhi Lake..."
"Based on past experience, something is bound to happen in the Baizhi Lake area."
Taoist Priest Ma sighed and said, "I have already rushed to the Baizhi Lake area with Taoist Priest Wang. If you are not busy, you can go over and take a look."
"Although everything is normal now and I haven't heard what happened, but."
Taoist Priest Ma smiled bitterly: "Just a statue can lead to the tragic deaths of three people. I don't know what will happen next."
After hanging up the phone, the official person in charge pondered for a moment and asked the person next to him for a tablet.
He first checked the main screen of the program and the split screens of each guest to confirm that everyone was safe.
Only a few guests seemed a little tired and sat on the chairs in the room to rest.
Song Ci and Lu Xingxing sat on chairs with their eyes closed. They were surrounded by props used in shadow play, and in front of them was the curtain of the shadow play stage.
This makes them look like audiences waiting for the shadow play to begin.
The stage has been set and the audience is in place.
All we can do is ring the gongs and beat the drums to start the show.
The official in charge looked at the split screen of the two people worriedly for a long time, but even at a very close distance, it could be seen that both of them were safe and their breathing was steady.
It seemed that he was just really tired, so he went to an empty room to take a rest.
The comments on the two screens were normal as well, and no audience member noticed anything wrong.
[The young master's body really hasn't recovered yet. Sigh, he was really badly injured last time.]
[Song Ci wasn’t in a good condition when he came. I saw that he was about to fall asleep in the car.]
[After all, Binhai City is still a little far from the southwest region. No one would feel comfortable sitting in a car for four or five hours. Besides, the young master has just recovered.]
[Xingxing is asleep too? Wow, it's rare to see him so quiet.]
[Maybe he had too much fun. He felt like the big dog at home. He was full of energy when he was out and about, but then he became so tired that he would not move no matter what you said. He had no choice but to be taken home by his family.]
[Hahahaha, now that I put it that way, it feels like the Husky pig is sleeping soundly.]
[Wow, I didn’t expect Lu Xingxing to be so handsome when he’s asleep. I suddenly appreciate his looks.]
[He is such a handsome guy, but he has a big mouth. What can I do? He really looks like an angel when he is asleep. I am crazy about him.]
[Crowdfunding to sew the stars’ mouths!]
[Wow, when these two little ones are sleeping together, it's so warm to watch. It makes me sleepy.]
The official person in charge looked at the two people's split screens for a long time before switching to the others' split screens.
The rest of the people looked very interested and energetic. The guest named Nantian even acted as a tour guide, reading an introduction to shadow puppetry to the audience.
The perspective switched to the main screen of the program, and the official person in charge saw Yan Shixun’s lover standing in the courtyard.
The man was dressed in black, with a tall and slender body standing alone in the courtyard covered with dead leaves. Even though his face could not be seen clearly, his astonishing aura could be felt through the camera.
Even the official person in charge felt a sense of fear that everything would be seen through when he saw the man.
But he also recalled that when they were on the highway before, the ghost soldiers borrowed the road and it was extremely dangerous, but the man appeared in time and cleared away all the evil ghost soldiers, making the ghost road completely disappear from the world.
The sense of security and protection he felt at that time still remained in the mind of the official person in charge. Although he was instinctively afraid from the depths of his soul, he also felt relieved and at ease when he saw the man.
Yes, no matter what really happens in the Baizhi Lake area, Mr. Yan and his lover are there.
The official person in charge thought so and felt relieved. He called the public opinion group again and asked them if there were any problems in the previous live broadcast.
"No."
The head of the public opinion team, who had been watching the live broadcast, scratched his head and said, "It was the gatekeeper of the Shadow Puppet Museum who scared Director Zhang, but it turned out to be a false alarm. Apart from the fact that the museum was not the same as imagined, there was nothing else. It was very safe."
The official person in charge listened carefully to the other party's report, nodded, and called Zhang Wubing again to ask if there was anything unusual at the scene.
The phone was picked up after just a few rings, and there was no problem with the signal.
The official in charge felt his heart sink an inch back into his chest.
He checked them one by one by elimination, and found none of them had problems. Could it be that he was really too nervous?
After all, Zhang Wubing's luck in the previous few issues was very impressive, which made the official person in charge nervous because of Master Ma's speculation, fearing that something might go wrong in this issue.
Zhang Wubing's smiling voice soon came from the phone: "What's wrong, person in charge?"
"Don't worry, Brother Yan and I are together. Everything is fine here. Nothing's wrong."
Zhang Wubing said in a relaxed tone: "To be strict, the shadow puppet museum here is very different from what I imagined. Wow - it's not what I saw on the Internet at all. I don't know when that photo was taken, but it turned out to be so magnificent. The photographer is also a talent. I really want to know who he is. I want him to work in my show..."
When it comes to the Shadow Puppet Museum, Zhang Wubing is like a child who has been deceived by his parents. He starts complaining incessantly because there is a huge gap between the amusement park promised at the beginning and the old toys in the end.
But the official person in charge felt relieved when he heard the other party's energetic voice.
Being able to complain and talk so much, it seems that Director Zhang is in good health and the environment he is in is not in crisis.
The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "Compared with other regions, the Southwest region is vast and sparsely populated, and relatively speaking, it doesn't pay as much attention to the Internet, so it's normal that the information on the Internet is not updated in a timely manner."
As the two were talking, they heard Yan Shixun's voice coming from the phone: "Xiaobing, come and help."
"Oh, here comes Brother Yan."
Zhang Wubing hurriedly said goodbye to the official person in charge, and comforted him in return, saying that everything was normal on his side and he didn't need to worry, then hung up the phone.
When Zhang Wubing turned his head, he saw Yan Shixun half-squatting and looking at a huge poster in front of him.
The last courtyard you enter is filled with old video materials and many newspapers and magazines that reported on the Baizhihu shadow puppet show back then.
What Yan Shixun was looking at at that moment was a poster made to promote the performances of Baizhihu shadow puppetry when it was at its peak.
In addition to the list of performers, there are also some performance photos of classic Baizhihu shadow puppet shows.
Yan Shixun looked carefully and saw the shadow puppets emerging from the curtain, dressed in red and green, with eyes and brows on their pale faces as bright red as blood, but over the long years, the color had faded and turned into an old, mottled pink-white color.
But it makes it easier for people to recognize at a glance that this is not a real person.
Instead, it is a shadow puppet image painted with paint.
On the other side of the poster is an introduction to the famous shadow puppet craftsman.
Several men had simple and bright smiles on their faces, and below them were their names and achievements.
The last man in the row had no smile on his face. His expression was wooden and his eyes were dull.
It's like losing all expectations for life.
However, the reason why Yan Shixun noticed him was not because of his unique and gloomy expression.
But it’s the introduction under his photo.
Zheng Shumu, a master carpenter.
Different from the other people's identity introduction as "shadow puppet master", this one was the only one who said that he was good at carpentry but did not mention his achievements in shadow puppetry at all.
Before Yan Shixun could figure out this man's situation, Zhang Wubing walked up to him and saw the introduction to shadow puppetry on the poster.
"oh!"
Zhang Wubing suddenly let out a short exclamation.
Yan Shixun turned to look at him sideways, raised his eyebrows, and asked him what was wrong with his eyes.
“This person…”
Zhang Wubing pointed at one of the shadow puppet craftsmen in the introduction and said in surprise, "This is the inheritor that the director team wanted to visit before. He is now the last living inheritor of Baizhihu Shadow Puppetry in the official records."
"But the director's crew ran several times and couldn't see him."
Zhang Wubing tried hard to recall what the assistant director had said to him before, and said, "I heard from his neighbors in the village that he was old and not in good health. It just so happened that when the director team went there, he went to the town to get treatment."
Zhang Wubing looked very regretful.
After all, the once glorious shadow play now only has this last inheritor left, and the inheritor is too old and frail to continue performing, nor does he have the energy to train apprentices. It seems that the Baizhihu shadow play is about to be lost.
Zhang Wubing felt very uncomfortable with the feeling of watching beautiful things disappear.
Yan Shixun turned his head and looked at the person Zhang Wubing was pointing at.
The poster shows the shadow puppeteer named Bai, and his background and achievements are detailed below.
His generation is the 28th generation to inherit Baizhihu shadow puppetry, and he himself said that he will continue to pass on Baizhihu shadow puppetry and promote the art of shadow puppetry until the day he dies.
Yan Shixun suddenly asked, "Xiaobing, you said before that this inheritor is no longer performing?"
Zhang Wubing didn't know why Yan Shixun asked this, so he just nodded and said, "Yes, he is not in good health, and he has not performed shadow puppetry for many years."
"It seems that it was after the Baizhihu shadow play began to decline. He seemed to have a serious illness. After he was discharged from the hospital, some people came to him and wanted him to perform, but he refused, saying that he was not in good health."
Zhang Wubing looked somewhat bewildered and regretful: "In fact, if he had accepted an apprentice at that time, there should have been someone who could have passed on the shadow play. But for some reason, after his previous apprentice died, he closed the door and stopped accepting apprentices."
"After deciding on the Baizhihu shadow play, I actually hesitated because the inheritor looked..."
Zhang Wubing searched his brains for an adjective to describe his feelings to Yan Shixun, but in the end he found only one description that fit him best: "He looks like he doesn't want the Baizhihu shadow puppetry to continue."
"He no longer accepts disciples or performs. He even refused when the southwest region wanted to help Baizhi Lake and promote shadow play. No matter what others invited him to do, he refused on the grounds that he was old and in poor health."
Zhang Wubing sighed, unable to understand the inheritor's thoughts and ideas.
"Actually, I also wanted to give it a try this time. I don't want to watch such a good culture being lost. But... I'm not sure about it. After all, even the inheritor himself is so resistant."
"When the director team went to visit him before, his neighbor advised them to give up, saying that he hadn't seen outsiders for a long time."
Hearing Zhang Wubing's voice, Yan Shixun stared silently at the photo on the poster in front of him.
At this time, the inheritor is still in his prime, fifty years old, the golden age for a craftsman.
He has sophisticated skills and his craft has reached the top level. He also has the physical and mental strength to keep up. He will not blindly stick to the status quo. He has many innovative ideas that he wants to realize and his enterprising spirit has not stopped.
On the poster, the inheritor is full of energy and has a bright smile, showing absolute confidence in his craft and Baizhihu shadow puppetry, and it seems that he is planning to push his inheritance to a higher level.
But why would such a person suddenly change his attitude and no longer be keen on shadow puppetry?
Yan Shixun had seen many craftsmen. There were many strange people hidden in the streets and alleys. They all had their own strengths, but if we were to talk about the common points among them, it would probably be -
Love for your craft.
Some people may not like what they are learning and inheriting at the beginning.
But as time goes by, what they have learned has become part of them and cannot be simply summed up with the word "like".
It has become an instinct, just like breathing.
Even muscles have memory.
Whether they like it or not, once a carpenter picks up a carving knife, he knows how to carve a lifelike statue; the sugar amber in the candy maker's pot is crystal clear; and a person who has been selling candied haws all his life makes each of his candied haws bright red and crispy.
The same is true for shadow puppet artists.
What would make a person who has passed down shadow puppetry for dozens of generations give up this skill?
The time point of the inheritor's attitude change mentioned by Zhang Wubing caught Yan Shixun's attention.
"The decline of Baizhi Lake shadow puppetry..."
He repeated softly in a low voice, staring at the poster intently, lost in thought.
After a while, Yan Shixun stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and asked Zhang Wubing to help him hold the other side. He wanted to move the poster that occupied the entire wall away from its position against the wall.
Although Zhang Wubing didn't understand what was going on, he still came over to help.
"Brother Yan, why are you touching it? Aren't we here to turn off the CD player? Just turn it off and leave."
Zhang Wubing asked curiously, "It's leaning against the wall and it's not in the way. Or did Brother Yan drop something in there?"
"No."
Yan Shixun chuckled and pointed at the wall: "Don't you see that there is color on the wall behind the poster?"
The poster shows a shadow reflected on the screen.
The red and green are all shrouded in the dim light, and the unique hazy beauty and ancient charm of the shadows come to the face.
However, Yan Shixun noticed that there were some red and green colors on the wall behind the poster, which looked like the outline of a character.
It seems that the poster is the curtain on the shadow puppet stage, and all the visitors are spectators under the shadow puppet stage.
The real shadow puppet characters and the manipulators behind the scenes are hidden behind the curtain, watching everything quietly through the curtain.
After removing the wooden board with the poster, there was indeed a portrait on the wall.
Yan Shixun saw that on the old wall covered with charred stains and cracks, the paint that had been used to draw it had not yet faded, and several men were painted vividly.
They held wooden sticks in their hands, with their palms open or closed, and relaxed smiles on their faces, as if they were skillfully manipulating the shadow puppets under their hands, making them project shadows of various shapes on the screen.
A heart-wrenching separation of life and death is played out on stage, while the craftsmen behind the stage are smiling.
When they looked at each other, satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.
Yan Shixun recognized at a glance that the people painted on the wall were the shadow puppet masters introduced on the poster.
The 28th generation inheritor was also among them.
But unexpectedly, he did not stand in the middle, but stood at the very edge, and the smile on his face seemed very forced, instead revealing a bit of worry.
As if he was anxiously thinking whether what he was doing was right, he wanted to stop it, but was hesitant. After hesitating, he retreated and kept silent.
Yan Shixun looked up at the picture on the wall, sighing in his heart while calmly extracting information from the picture.
The person who drew this picture must have seen such a scene with his own eyes and possessed extremely skilled and superb painting skills, because he was able to portray everyone's expressions so vividly.
If it weren't for the weathering and fading caused by a long period of time, and the erosion by rain leaking from the eaves, this painting would be even more realistic than what we see now.
And coincidentally, except for the inheritor, the paint on the eyes of several shadow puppet masters had fallen off, revealing the red bricks underneath.
The cracks started from the beams and spread all the way down to the bottom, with the bodies of these people pierced through by the cracks horizontally and vertically.
It was as if their entire bodies were torn into pieces, with bright red blood beneath their skin flowing freely on the walls.
His eyes were red, like a ghost hiding behind a painting, staring at everyone who entered the room.
The audience feels as if they are actually at the scene, watching what is happening behind the scenes.
However, one person was missing.
Yan Shixun keenly noticed that not all the people introduced on the posters were painted on the wall.
The carpenter named Zheng Shumu was not among them.
Yan Shixun pondered for a moment, took a step forward with his long legs, and carefully observed the wall. Then, with his good eyesight, he noticed that on each of the wooden sticks in the hands of these shadow puppet masters, there was a word "Zheng" engraved on it.
Indeed, he is a carpenter after all.
If the painter was depicting the behind-the-scenes of the shadow play, it would be normal that the carpenter did not appear here.
However, although Yan Shixun knew that according to common sense, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the painting, he still had some vague doubts in his heart.
What is the purpose of painting this here?
Blocked by the posters that take up the entire wall, no one would notice it no matter how beautifully it was painted.
If that's the case, then what's the point of carefully painting a picture that will never be seen?
He also focused on depicting the expressions on everyone's faces vividly...
As Yan Shixun thought about this, his eyes dropped downwards and suddenly caught a glimpse of the wooden board in his hand.
When he saw clearly what was on the wooden board, his eyes widened slightly.
——The artist’s original idea was to hide the person behind the poster.
The person who carefully painted this picture spent far more effort on it than Yan Shixun had originally imagined.
There are also paintings on the back of the wooden board of the poster.
However, it is different from the picture on the front of the poster or on the wall.
Depicted on the back of the wooden board are shadow puppet characters manipulated by the shadow puppet craftsmen.
Each of them has delicate features, and their clothes are carefully painted with patterns, which seem to indicate the identity of each of them.
And in front of them, there was a dim cloth.
Behind the cloth are shadowy figures and blurred faces.
The facial features of those people outside the curtain seemed to have melted into one, and only their noses and eyes could be vaguely seen.
But because of this, those people looked even more terrifying like ghosts at first glance, with empty eyes and grinning mouths, as if they were pointing and laughing at the performance on the stage, mocking the experiences and stories of the shadow puppet characters.
The painting behind the wooden board is actually a perspective from behind the curtain, depicting the shadow puppets performing the story behind the scenes and the reactions of the audience in front of the curtain.
Judging from the painting style and color usage, the three paintings on the poster, behind the wooden board, and on the wall were all created by the same person.
The painter put so much effort into this.
Yan Shixun frowned slightly.
No matter who this person is, he is able to portray to such a detailed degree, and his starting point is no longer for the reward.
What is that?
Want to contribute to the promotion of Baizhihu Shadow Play?
Or some other reason.
However, if the purpose is to make visitors marvel and admire the ingenuity, there should be some hints on the outside of the poster so that people can discover the design behind the poster.
But now, if he hadn't habitually checked the entire scene, he wouldn't have noticed that there was another picture behind the poster.
Yan Shixun was not an overly modest person, and the traditional virtue of "moderation" did not exist in him.
He is very confident in his own strength. While he knows himself well, he also has a clear understanding of others.
Yan Shixun knew very well that his observation skills were among the best of everyone.
After all, this is an ability honed in life-and-death crises. Any negligence may put everyone in danger, and even his own life may be threatened.
This ability also enabled him to detect things that were wrong in time several times, and ultimately turn the tide, turning danger into safety, and saving lives.
If not, he would not have discovered the picture hidden behind the poster.
But in this case, the painter's intention of leaving such a painting more than ten years ago becomes strange.
If you don't want people to know, why draw it?
Or... is this a product of self-mockery caused by anger or resentment, and the inability to resist?
The painter wanted to roar and condemn, but found that he could do nothing.
Just like the laughing audience in front of the curtain, in everyone's eyes, he was just a shadow of a stupid performance that could be made fun of at will without any respect or mercy.
Yan Shixun was stunned by his own assumptions, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his head to look carefully at the shadow puppet figure painted on the back of the wooden board.
There are six shadow puppet characters in total, only one of them is a woman, and there is also a child character.
The woman knelt on the ground, but her upper body leaned back and she pointed to the sky, as if she was crying and angrily accusing God of being unfair.
The child opened his arms and stood in front of the female character, trying to protect her from all dangers.
Some of the remaining villagers were holding sticks, some were holding up their butcher knives, and some were just watching coldly.
No one came to help the woman and the child.
There were even a few images of villagers placed among the props at the edge of the curtain.
They leaned out of the house, raised their mouths high like a crescent moon, and watched all this with a smile.
There is also a figure in the shape of a woman pointing her finger at the woman kneeling on the ground in the middle, as if she is pointing and saying something.
This reminded Yan Shixun of the scene he had seen in the village.
When something happens to one family, the rest of the people go out to watch the fun, gather around the person in trouble, point fingers and gossip, and treat other people's tragic experiences as after-dinner gossip, and laugh at and mock them with their neighbors.
When Yan Shixun's gaze fell on the female character in the middle again, he suddenly paused.
There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he couldn't help but bend down to take a closer look.
In drama, in order to quickly impress the audience with a character image, the character's visual features are usually highlighted to indicate the character's identity.
Shadow play is no exception.
And because there is a layer of curtain between them, special attention is paid to this point when creating the characters, so that the audience can see the character's good or evil and status at first glance.
The female figure in the middle is obviously very different from the villagers or women around her.
The women surrounding them could tell at a glance that they were originally villagers, as their hair was simply combed up and their clothes were simple and plain.
The female figure kneeling on the ground has several pearls and jade on her head and an exquisite long skirt with carefully painted patterns on it. At first glance, she is out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if she came from outside the village.
Even the children who protected her behind them were wearing different styles of clothes, which were consistent with the female characters.
The female characters are exquisite in every detail, as if trying to portray a beauty who has suffered a miserable fate. Even the arms pointing to the sky in grief and anger are slender and beautiful.
But there is one difference.
Her waist was round and slightly convex.
At first glance, Yan Shixun thought it was the wrinkles of clothes, until he bent down and looked carefully, then he noticed that there was a pair of eyes painted on the abdomen of the female character.
The eyes projected on the screen were like the only bright color in the darkness, staring straight ahead, as if watching the villagers' actions coldly.
"Brother Yan, this is too exquisite. I didn't expect that the craftsmen at that time had such a novel design."
Zhang Wubing admired it, but felt a little strange and asked, "But is this scene in the painting a very famous piece of music in shadow puppetry?"
He pointed to the TV next to him and said, "This woman looks a bit like the one we saw when we first came in."
As a student of finance and a director who once racked his brains to expand publicity channels in order to promote his programs, Zhang Wubing's ideas are very simple.
Since it can be drawn on posters and even related dramas are playing in CD players, it must be that the people at the museum want to use this for publicity and show everyone how good the Baizhihu shadow puppetry is.
Like hiccups.
In that case, you will definitely choose the most famous song, otherwise why waste the precious gg opportunity?
Yan Shixun frowned, and suddenly realized because of Zhang Wubing's words that this female character and the child did see it playing on TV as soon as they stepped into the room.
And because Zhang Wubing forgot to turn off the CD player, the background music that the program crew heard in the shadow puppet museum before was all from this scene.
Although the picture behind the poster is exquisite, it only captures a certain scene.
If you want to know the specific story, you have to watch the video footage recorded at that time.
Thinking of this, Yan Shixun put the heavy wooden poster against the wall again, then strode towards the TV and turned on the CD player again.
After a burst of "crackling" sound from an old-fashioned TV, the contents of the CD began to play amidst a blur of snowflakes.
But the singing voice that suddenly came out was roaring and firm, which was different from the sad and mournful voice heard before.
Yan Shixun took a closer look and felt that this was more like "Water Margin".
He frowned and turned back to ask Zhang Wubing: "When you turned off the computer, did you also change the disc?"
"Ah? No."
Zhang Wubing was also confused. He walked over, squatted down, and adjusted the machine: "Did they just finish playing the previous part? Maybe when they were recording, they put several tracks on one disc?"
However, the two of them turned the playback progress to the beginning and checked it twice over and over again, but it was not on this disc. They watched the part they saw when they first entered the room.
Yan Shixun pulled the shelf with discs next to him over and played them one by one, fast-forwarding and replaying them.
But I didn't see any clips related to that female character on any of the CDs.
He couldn't help but turn around and look at the female figure on the poster on the wall.
Which scene is it...What does it mean that the painter left this scene on the wall?
Yan Shixun frowned, unable to sort out his thoughts for a moment.
After hanging up the call with Zhang Wubing, the official head pondered for a moment, called to inquire about the several death cases mentioned by Taoist Ma, and asked people who might know the information about what major events had occurred in the Baizhi Lake area.
"Paper Lake?"
On the other end of the phone, the man knocked on the table, organized his words, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, are you kidding me? Don't you know what happened in Baizhi Lake?"
"Listen to the name, Baizhihu. Have you ever seen a house named Baizhihu? It was because of what happened at that time that the nickname came out, and then everyone got used to calling it that."
"There were so many dead that they couldn't bury them all. The paper money that was scattered completely covered the sky, and when it fell into the lake, it even covered the surface of the lake."
The man sighed and said, "The village over there is almost extinct."
The official in charge was stunned at first, then frowned: "Such a large number of deaths... Did something happen to Baizhi Lake? Pollution, poisoning, disease, or something else?"
"Such mass death incidents should either be investigated by a special team or transferred to our special department."
The official in charge looked at the blank page on the tablet after searching the system for White Paper Lake, and couldn't help but wonder: "But we don't have any records here. What's going on?"
The man answered honestly, "There is no reason. No matter how we checked, there was nothing abnormal. Everyone died suddenly in the middle of the night. Even the autopsy showed that there was only a problem with the heart or brain. It was all their own health problems."
"It was precisely because of this that we didn't report it to the special department. After all, we couldn't find any traces of ghosts."
The man sighed and shook his head. “However, I personally still think that one or two incidents are understandable, but if the whole village is like this… I’m afraid that the evil that is wreaking havoc in Baizhi Lake is far beyond our understanding. That’s why we can’t find anything wrong.”
The official in charge looked down at the reports of several student deaths in his hands.
These students also had the same problem after they returned from Baizhi Lake.
It seems that everything and everyone associated with White Paper Lake will become ominous and eventually end in death.
If the probability of an event occurring is one percent, what is the probability of one hundred similar events occurring?
The probability of chance is reduced to a critical value.
The inevitable conclusion will emerge.
Just as the other party said, perhaps the ghosts that exist in the Baizhi Lake area are the ones they have never seen before.
The official in charge hung up the phone in a daze and picked up the report in his hand.
The last death among several students attracted the attention of official officials.
If someone died from falling or being crushed to death, it could be explained by bad luck, but drowning in the rice bowl was not something that could be simply explained by luck.
Moreover, the water that the students drowned in was suspected to be lake water...
White Paper Lake?
The official in charge was startled and stood up from his seat.
He casually picked up his coat from the back of the chair and walked out quickly: "Let's go to the Baizhi Lake area and check it out with my own eyes. I can only feel at ease after I confirm with my own eyes that nothing has happened there."
The person nearby agreed and contacted the rescue team.
The official person in charge called Zhang Wubing.
However, only a "beep" sound came from the phone.
No one answered.
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