Chapter 394 Singing

The commune where Xiaohua and Yezi's village is located is called Tushan Commune. Xiaocao, the little girl who was killed by her family, is from Hongliu Village, which also belongs to Tushan Commune. It is about 80 miles from the county seat to Tushan Commune.

The Broken Rock Village where Xiao Ya lives belongs to the Bapu Commune, which is even more remote than the Tushan Commune. When you are in it, all you can see are layers of mountain peaks.

Ah Ju was very fast and he could walk through the mountains as if on flat ground. He arrived at the destination in two or three hours.

The houses here are all made of wood, and the commune is no exception. Only the supply and marketing cooperative has a sign hung outside for the sake of politeness.

In the feudal period, the imperial court didn't even bother to pay attention to such places.

Duanyan Village is about two or three miles southwest of Bapu Commune, on a small hill.

Walking up along the mountain stream, if you don't know the inside story, the scenery is very beautiful, and it seems like a good place with simple folk customs.

Nowadays, people are reluctant to turn on the lights at night unless there is something urgent. When the weather is very hot, they may go outside under a tree after dark to chat and cool down.

However, it was spring now, and it was even colder in the mountains at night. As soon as it got dark, the villagers basically went back to their houses to lie down. When Xia Zhizhi and Aju arrived, all the lights in the village were off, and the only sound was the chirping of insects.

Xia Zhizhi rummaged through the space and found dozens of small players. These were the little gadgets that everyone used to blow the lotus candles. No matter how it was smashed, burned, or flooded, it would keep ringing for a whole year.

Its sound system comes from the buzzer inside and the button battery pack that provides power. The original sound device has no way to shut off automatically. Once it starts ringing, it will continue to ring until the battery runs out.

In order to make it last longer, she simply connected two more sets of button batteries to each one, and then asked Ah Ju to make some modifications so that the switch could be controlled remotely.

I downloaded an audio clip of a child crying miserably. It makes your head buzz if you listen to it during the day, and it makes you shudder if you listen to it at night.

These things are small and very easy to place. You can put them in holes dug in branches, in beams, or in holes anywhere else.

Xia Zhizhi was particularly willing to spend money on things that didn't cost anything, and she made arrangements in every aspect to ensure that the sound effects would surround the entire village in 360 degrees.

After placing it, let Ah Ju start it with one click.

This thing is different from a speaker, the sound is not particularly loud.

The problem is that it is night time now and the surroundings are quiet, so any movement is particularly obvious. Xia Zhizhi is very generous and has played a lot of players, all over the village.

Moreover, the frequency of the audio playback is not uniform. Once it is turned on, it sounds like there are a hundred or eighty children outside crying in unison.

Imagine the cries of a hundred or eighty particularly sad children all around you. It really sounds like invisible children crying in your ears, above your head, and at your feet.

Xia Zhizhi was shocked and her scalp went numb when she heard this. It had nothing to do with being afraid or not, it was just that the tone made her feel uncomfortable.

When the system was first launched, several villagers who had dogs started barking like they were possessed by a demon.

Less than half a minute after the start, there was movement in each house, and some families even generously lit kerosene lamps.

The windows here are made of wood and covered with paper. Dim lights shine through the paper windows.

Soon, a brave villager opened the door, holding a kerosene lamp, and walked out carefully.

The villagers here all live in wooden houses, which are built on a slightly flatter part of the hillside, leaning against the mountain. In a more spacious area, four or five families live together, leaving a flat area in the middle for drying grain.

Some of them are one or two households next to each other, and there are also many single-family houses, none of which have yards.

At first he thought someone had secretly dumped the child at his doorstep.

After opening the door, he walked around the house with a kerosene lamp, but did not find the child.

But this child's crying always seemed to come from all directions.

It was late at night and it gave me goosebumps.

As the first person to go out, this man was indeed very brave. Even though he felt something was unusual, he did not get scared and hide back in the house immediately. Instead, he gritted his teeth and went to his neighbor's house and knocked on the door.

He knocked on the door and shouted a few more times.

The neighbors were also disturbed by the noise. Hearing the noise from a familiar voice, they bravely opened the door and another man came out.

They knocked on every door like this. With more people, they became bolder. Soon, they had gathered thirty or forty young men.

An old man in his fifties or sixties with very sharp eyes, probably the village chief, led a group of people, holding kerosene lamps and torches, and walked around the village without seeing anything unusual.

But the crying sound seemed to be ringing in my ears, sometimes from the tree, sometimes from the wall. I followed the sound and looked over, but there was nothing there.

This group of people are ruthless and now that they have gathered in such large numbers, they are not frightened by the cries that can only be regarded as empty show.

The old man muttered something, and soon several people went back home, brought out a homemade hunting rifle, and then everyone fired several shots into the sky together.

They actually believe in ghosts and gods, but they believe in them and are not afraid of them, because they think ghosts and gods can be restrained, just like they are afraid of gunshots or chicken blood.

Ghosts and gods may indeed be afraid of these things.

But electronic technology is not afraid.

After the shots were fired, the cries still lingered in my ears.

Seeing that firing a gun could not scare off these wandering ghosts, the old man muttered a few more words. Soon, someone brought a large, colorful rooster, cut the rooster's comb, and smeared chicken blood all over the body.

However, it is of no use; the sound will still ring.

So they went and moved several bundles of straw, because they believed that rice was the best of the five grains and straw could ward off evil spirits.

They burned several piles of straw and poured tung oil on it, believing that tung oil could also ward off evil spirits.

Then a few peach trees were cut down from the old peach tree at the entrance of the village.

Even a black dog was brought in.

You know what, as a group that has done a lot of bad things, they have many ways to deal with this kind of thing.

If it really is a supernatural event, it might actually be useful.

But electronic technology doesn't buy into this.

Seeing that all possible methods had been tried, the crying and shouting were still echoing in their ears, and the group of people were very exhausted.

The old man in the lead waved his hands and said, "This thing is a bit ferocious, and it seems to have become a force to be reckoned with. Let's go back today. If it's still like this tomorrow, I'll go to Guanyan Village to look for Blind Liu."