Chapter 20 He can take his place
At 07:15 in the morning, while revealing the identity of ‘Zhang Yangxu’, Ye Miaozhu witnessed the strange scene that Zhang Yangxu had witnessed.
[After I went through various tests and inquiries, I was finally convinced from my heart that the 'ghost' in front of me was definitely not Xie Sining, and it disappeared. Like a wisp of smoke, it completely disappeared. I just got rid of it. 】
In this way, Zhang Yangxu got rid of the ghost disguised as Xie Sining.
Now Ye Miaozhu also saw it. The body of 'Zhang Yangxu' in front of him quickly became illusory, like a sand castle washed by water that quickly collapsed, and disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
It just disappeared.
"Is it over..." Ye Miaozhu breathed a sigh of relief.
After briefly calming down, she tried to turn on the flashlight and briefly explore the warehouse. As Ning Zhe said, rules may be silent, but they will not lie. Although those slanderous words that tempted people to relax their vigilance are dangerous, every word is true.
Ye Miaozhu took her mobile phone and walked past the shelves with pieces of dowry, and quickly came to the dressing table. She checked the mirror embedded in the dressing table and found nothing unusual.
But the light in her hand accidentally shot to the back of the dressing table, illuminating the space between the mirror and the wall, and a male corpse in a suit and tie appeared in front of her.
"Zhang Yangxu?" Ye Miaozhu's expression froze, and he immediately understood what happened here: "The ghost killed Zhang Yangxu, assumed his identity, and wanted to lure me to achieve its certain purpose..."
But what is the purpose of the ghost?
With doubts, Ye Miaozhu knelt down and prepared to do a simple autopsy on Zhang Yangxu's body, but suddenly, her eyes were blurred, and her soft body collapsed to the ground weakly.
She is dead.
At 06:48 in the morning, Hejiacun, bathed in the sunshine, became lively.
Some small vendors selling vegetables or non-staple food can be seen on the streets. The noisy voices of people add to the noisy popularity of the village. At the entrance of the village, there are farmers carrying hoes who have just returned from the fields, and wisps of smoke rise from the roofs. Looking to the sky, it is the villagers making breakfast at home.
People in Hejia Village believe in the snake god, and every household has a portrait of the snake god. Before three meals a day, a small portion is taken out in a small bowl and presented to the snake god portrait at home. Only then do people dare to use chopsticks.
"Ning Zhe, what are you going to do?" In an alley facing the street, Feng Yushu stood cautiously by the wall, nervously looking at the entrance of the alley: "I don't mean to solve two puzzles. Are you doing..."
" Solving a puzzle." Ning Zhe replied casually, leaning against the wall.
But you are obviously just standing there in a daze...
Feng Yushu was even more confused, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Since he chose to believe him, there was only one way to go.
She turned her head and looked at a window not far away. The aroma of candlelight wafted from it. A village woman hurriedly walked out of the nearby kitchen carrying a white porcelain round bowl. In the bowl was Neatly stacked rice, beans, and meat slices were placed. The rice was also embedded with a browned fried dumpling and a pickled plum.
The village woman walked into the small independent room with the smell of candlelight carrying the porcelain bowl, and walked out after a while, but the bowl was no longer in her hand.
Watching the village woman leave the small room and return to the kitchen, she fell down on the way. Ning Zhe finally stood up straight and walked straight to the small room.
"What are you going to do?" Feng Yushu asked quickly.
"Solve the puzzle." Ning Zhe said lightly: "Wait for me here."
Feng Yushu did not dare to say more, so he could only stay where he was and watched Ning Zhe walk forward, as if he were strolling in a garden. I wandered into the small room that smelled of candlelight.
As soon as he entered the door, a pair of lifeless, empty eyes caught Ning Zhe's eyes.
It was a portrait about 1 meter long and 1 meter wide. It was posted on the wall facing the door. The content of the portrait was a large sapphire snake with a pair of curved long horns growing on its head. The beauty of the layers. The scales are flying like a fairy, but underneath the bright appearance is a filthy and decaying essence.
Ning Zhe took a closer look and saw that the roots of the snake god's scales in the portrait were covered with black mold spots. Milky white hyphae grew out of the gaps in the scales. His eyes were empty and lifeless. Among them, the left eye was completely covered with mold spots, and the orbit of the right eye was also wrapped with bacterial stains.
"It's actually the same as the snake god in the ancestral hall." Ning Zhe recalled that the wooden sculpture of the snake god in the ancestral hall also looked like a corpse with ulcers all over its body and plaque in its eyes.
The wood carvings of the snake god in the ancestral hall and the paintings of the snake god in the villagers' homes both look rotten and rotten. Is there any connection between them? Unable to figure out the connection for the time being, Ning Zhe stopped wasting time. He strolled to the bottom of the portrait. There was a white porcelain round bowl placed on a small round table, and simple meals were neatly stacked inside. This was the picture just now. Famous village women offer sacrifices to the portrait of the snake god.
Ning Zhe raised his head and met the eyes of the flying snake god in the portrait. He stretched out his hand, took out the pickled plum from the rice bowl, and threw it into his mouth.
"It's so sour..." Ning Zhe swallowed the plums wholeheartedly, and used the chopsticks next to him to stir up the flat rice a bit, then turned around and left the room and walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Feng Yushu, who was waiting outside, hurriedly greeted him, looking a little anxious.
"What's wrong with you?" Ning Zhe asked.
"No...it's okay." Feng Yushu shook his head repeatedly.
Okay, it turns out that I am scared of being alone... Ning Zhe picked up his phone and looked at the time, and said, "Let's go to the next store."
Feng Yushu didn't ask him again What on earth was he doing? He was just following Ning Zhe quietly, staying outside to look out for him when he entered every house to steal the snake god's offerings.
Ning Zhe's movements were very neat, and he only tasted every bowl of offerings. In less than 20 minutes, he visited seven or eight stores.
Plums, fish balls, siomai and other small things are not enough to satisfy the appetite. Ning Zhe ate the snake god's offerings not because he was hungry. He had his own reasons and planned to risk his life to verify it. My own guess.
After eating everyone near the ancestral hall, Ning Zhe walked around and returned to the ancestral hall.
Standing outside the ancestral hall door, you can see at a glance the couplets posted on both sides of the door, with white paper and red letters, very eye-catching:
[The pearls and jade in the Ba Snake Case bear witness to the ancestor]
[Descendants in front of the Lotus Hall add fragrance together]
[Long-established history]
Going closer, there are also many offerings on the lotus platform where the snake god statue is: rice cakes, rice crackers, roasted rice Chicken, rice, fruit plate... and a jar of wine.
Ning Zhe raised his head and met the wooden sculpture of the snake god with one eye covered by mildew.
He took a deep breath, sauntered forward, picked up a red rice cracker and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he tore open the seal of the wine jar next to him and drank a little. One bite before moving on to the other offerings, taking only a small bite of each.
Feng Yushu, who stayed outside the door, covered his mouth with his hands and looked at this shocking scene in disbelief: "Ning... Ning Zhe! What on earth are you doing?!"
Ning Zhe tore off a small piece of the roast chicken He threw a piece of chicken skin into his mouth and said lightly: "I told you, I'm solving the mystery."
"But..." Feng Yushu still couldn't understand this incredible scene, and Ning Zhe didn't want to explain it to her. .
He took out his phone and looked at the time. It was 07:17 in the morning, which was still far from lunch.
Just as Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to the fruit plate in front of the snake god, suddenly, a sense of crisis for no reason flashed through his mind. Ning Zhe turned his head subconsciously and saw a man wearing long and messy hair. The sluggish woman stood in front of him.
"Ye Miaozhu...?" Ning Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately reacted: "No, it's a ghost."
Ning Zhe saw that 'Ye Miaozhu' appeared out of thin air without any warning, and his beautiful face looked at He smiled brightly and charmingly.
She walked to the lotus platform without saying a word, stretched out her hand, and opened the almanac.
The next moment, Ye Miaozhu died.
"Is it true..." Ning Zhe closed his eyes and whispered to himself.
(End of this chapter)