What I see in front of me is a dense forest, with dozens of shabby huts, and occasionally some two- or three-story buildings, but not many. These houses all have one thing in common, that is, they are shabby and there is no one inside.

people.

This is a dilapidated village. It is not scary or gloomy, it just looks dilapidated. However, the village in front of you has a name that is familiar to many people: Fengmen Village, the legendary No. 1 village in China.

There are all kinds of strange legends about Fengmen Village, and there are also many novels, film and television works based on it. I used to be deeply fascinated by it, but after reading more relevant information, I realized that some of the so-called weird things are just

Artificial hype, such as the theory of three temples to suppress the valley, and the theory of the Celestial Dynasty building a reservoir and closing roads, are actually all pretending to be mysterious. If you look at a map with a little bit of geographical knowledge, you will know that it is impossible. They even deliberately described Fengmen Village as Fengmen Village, saying

It means shutting down the family. Men in the village cannot marry wives, and women cannot have children. I even sneer at this statement. Since men cannot marry wives, how can there be any saying that women cannot have children? This is logically true.

It's simply not true. And if this is true, then this village was deserted hundreds of years ago, and there would still be people alive until it was relocated twice in 1981 and 2007.

I prepared a lot of things, took a long ride, walked a lot of mountain roads, and came to this uninhabited place. I got lost many times during this period. If it weren't for the road signs left by previous expeditions, it would be really difficult to find them.

.I came here not because I want to find inspiration for writing, but because the photo printed on the last piece of paper in the letter I received not long ago was of Fengmen Village.

For so long, I have been thinking about what happened to me. I am sure that the young man wearing glasses did not lie to me, but how could an ordinary doctor in a small place have such great ability to do such difficult things to me?

Hypnosis? I think even the world's top hypnosis expert may not be able to do it. And why is he so concerned about what I saw that day, why I lost my memory, why I have no impression of the novel I wrote, and finally

The key thing is why the handwriting on the last letter was exactly the same as mine, and why he gave me a photo of Fengmen Village.

No one told me the answer. I thought about it for a long time. Maybe Fengmen Village was where the young man's sister and I came to. In that case, I came here to have a look, not for anything else, even if it was just to find my original home.

Memory, to find the reason why I killed people, I should also try here. What's more, I also want to know what the other story told in that letter is about.

There are no ghosts in Fengmen Village. The weather is already very cold now. Normally, many expedition teams would come here to visit it, but now I didn’t see anyone. I saw the only house facing north and south that is said to be here, and then left.

Go in, it is said that there is a Taishi chair inside, and whoever sits on it will die. Of course, this is just some people's hype. I watched a program, and when a certain TV station went in to explore, the Taishi chair was already so broken that it could no longer sit on it.

, now that so many years have passed, I am thinking that this chair must have fallen apart, and maybe what I will see when I go over will be a pile of wood lying on the ground.

Of course I didn't go to that house to see the Taishi chair. I just needed to find a place to put all the equipment I was carrying. And the weather is relatively cold now. Judging from some information I found, this place will

It should be warmer if the sun hits it.

I walked towards the house step by step, while thinking about the description of the Taishi chair on the Internet. It said that there should be an old man with mobility difficulties among the members of this house. When he had nothing to do every day, he would sit there and bask in the sun.

Looking at the relatives working in the fields and the scenery, I was thinking about this, but I couldn't help but habitually think: This is really an excellent picture in a horror novel.

I gradually approached the house. According to the photos and related videos circulated on the Internet, the Taishi chair was placed just a little further from the door. I looked over and saw that there was indeed a chair there. I thought: This Taishi chair

The quality is really good. It was already in tatters last time, but it hasn't completely rotted away after so many years.

I finally approached the house and saw the Taishi chair clearly. The moment I saw it clearly, all the hairs on my body suddenly stood up. In the center of the house, there was a Taishi chair. It was different from the one in the information.

The thing is that this is a relatively new Taishi chair. This is not what scares me, because it is not ruled out that some people deliberately pretend to be clever and go to great lengths to get a Taishi chair from outside and put it here to scare people. The other reason for fear is that this

Zhang Taishi's chair has obviously been placed here for a long time, and it is covered with thick dust. However, among the dust, there is an obvious mark, as if someone had just sat here.

This is not the most scary thing. What is scary is that these marks are very clear. You can even see the person's flat palm prints on the armrest of the Taishi chair. There are many weeds and fallen leaves blown in by the wind. I can't see clearly whether there are any.

There are a pair of foot prints, but the figure on the chair is too clear and lifelike, as if a thin person is sitting there. The difference is that the person has no head, but the mark clearly tells me that this person is not sitting paralyzed.

On the chair, he sat realistically, so the backrest of the chair left a complete imprint of his back, so he looked more like a headless person.

A thin, brainless person looking at me.

I tried to control my emotions. Before entering the mountain, I asked some local people and they said that no one had entered the mountain in the past month. What's more, even if there were, it was impossible for one or two people to come in, so he looked at me.

It was a little strange. I didn't explain too much to him. For me, the fewer people here, the better, so that I can explore my secrets. I don't believe that that person just asked me to come here. I'm not Sherlock Holmes.

Even if I were him, after so many years, the site has been destroyed by countless people who came to explore, and I would definitely not be able to find anything useful, so I was mentally prepared that there are some things that others have not discovered.

wait for me.

Maybe this thin imprint without a head is what I'm looking for, but it's so realistic that I have to remember that this is a person without a head. I suppressed the fear in my heart and walked carefully to the Taishi's chair.

I lowered my head and inspected carefully, but found nothing except the realistic mark.

I put down my luggage and carefully checked the house, but found nothing. Looking at the imprints on the Taishi chair, I gritted my teeth and finally decided to sit on it and give it a try to see if I could find something.

What, since that mysterious man left this clue for me, and since I found nothing else, it seems that there is no other option except this method.

I don’t know whether it’s because the descriptions on the Internet are too vivid, or because I just happened to think of it in my mind. As I slowly sat down on the Taishi chair, I couldn’t help but think of the old man who existed in everyone’s imagination. He had inconvenient legs and feet.

, he sat here basking in the sun, he sat here looking at the scenery, I slowly sat down, and the imprint on the chair slowly turned into that old man in my heart, he ate here, he grew old here,

Finally, he hung or tilted his head back, opened his dry mouth, and died here. Now he is sitting on this chair, and I will sit on his legs and lean on him. He opened his arms.

Waiting to hold me tight and tighten me.

I couldn't help but turn my head and look above the backrest of the Taishi's chair. There was also dust there. At least no one was leaning against it with his head up and his mouth wide open, waiting for me to sit down. I originally no longer believed that there were ghosts in this world.

, even knowing that this is China's No. 1 government, I don't care at all, but I don't know why, I can't help but think of that old man in my heart, and I always feel frightened for no reason.

I finally sat down. Nothing terrible happened, except for a cold feeling from under my butt. My tense nerves and body finally relaxed. I took a breath, tried my best to relax, and then twisted.

I twisted around and tried to make myself sit as comfortably as possible. After I was seated, I raised my head and looked into the distance.

I glanced ahead, just a glance, and suddenly I jumped up with a loud yell. In front of me was a patch of trees. Maybe there were some fields originally, but now they were all barren and overgrown with weeds. But it was already early winter.

, the leaves have fallen a lot, the grass is almost dead, and it does not block my sight. It is not too late, so I can still see the distant scenery clearly.

I saw in the deserted area that should have belonged to the fields, there was an imperial chair, with an old man sitting on it, his head lowered, facing directly where I was.

He was holding a doll in his hand, wearing a black dress, with his head lowered, her long hair hanging down, and her face could not be seen.
Chapter completed!