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The car crossed two mountain peaks, and Zhou Wei saw a village faintly appearing in the distance.
Mist surrounded the mountains, and the car windows were covered with a layer of moisture. Zhou Wei pointed to the village and asked, "Professor Lin, is that Lingmu Village?"
Sitting in front, Professor Lin turned around and said, "Yes, don't be fooled by its hidden location in the mountains. It's actually the village with the longest local history recorded in the county annals, and it holds very high historical research value. It took me a long time to secure this opportunity. We must do a good job on this research project."
Suli, who had been silent all along, perhaps experiencing such close contact with the mountains for the first time, showed more of a look of astonishment.
Zhou Wei has always been skeptical that this petite girl could be a top student at Medical School. Judging by her appearance, perhaps she can't even hold a scalpel steady. Thinking of this, Zhou Wei couldn't help but chuckle.
The car finally arrived at Lingmu Village, where Zhou Wei saw various long objects of different sizes placed outside the village, covered with white plastic sheets.
"What are those?" Zhou Wei asked in confusion.
"Oh, those are coffins. The customs in Lingmu Village are different from other places. After a loved one dies, they place the coffin containing the body of the deceased by the village, symbolizing that although the loved one has passed away, their spirit remains. The county annals recorded this strange funeral custom in Lingmu Village, and I didn't expect it to be true," Professor Lin said.
Looking at those coffins, Zhou Wei couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Suddenly, he saw a person standing among the coffins, an old man dressed in black cotton clothes, staring coldly at Zhou Wei.
"There, there's someone there!" Zhou Wei exclaimed in a panic.
"Where, where?" Professor Lin turned and asked.
Zhou Wei was stunned, the old man he had just been staring at had disappeared. Zhou Wei's scalp suddenly exploded.
"A big guy, full of suspicion and doubt," Suli sneered.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Wei couldn't help but feel angry, but didn't know what to say.
The car stopped, and a man walked over to them: "Hello, you must be Dr. Lin mentioned by County Magistrate Qin! I am Village Chief Wang Xigui."
Professor Lin smiled and said, "Hello, Headman Wang, thank you for your trouble. These two are my students."
Zhou Wei and Suli nodded at him.
For some reason, as soon as he entered Lingmu Village, Zhou Wei felt uncomfortable all over. It seemed like there were countless pairs of eyes watching him.
Headman Wang brought them to his own home.
Zhou Wei put down the luggage and looked around. Headman Wang's home was a typical small farmhouse, with bundles of corn hanging on the walls.
Headman Wang brought in three bowls and walked out with a warm kettle.
"Here, Dr. Lin. Have some water," Headman Wang placed the bowls on the stone table in the courtyard.
At this moment, a slight cough came from the adjacent room. Professor Lin glanced at Headman Wang and asked, "Is there a sick person at home?"
"Dr. Lin, you're really something. It's my wife, she has a chronic illness. She's afraid of drafts and is contagious, so she's living alone in the inner room," Headman Wang said with a smile.
Professor Lin heard a slight cough, put down the bowl, and said, "Let me take a look." Then he stood up and walked into the inner room, with Headman Wang hurriedly following. Zhou Wei really admires Professor Lin, who can detect illness just from a slight cough.
Headman Wang's wife sat on the bed, wrapped tightly in clothes, with only her eyes visible. Seeing Professor Lin, she appeared a bit flustered and at a loss.
"Dr. Lin, this illness is contagious. Maybe you shouldn't examine her," Headman Wang said awkwardly.
"It's okay. Come on, sister-in-law, let me take a look," said Professor Lin as he sat down at the edge of the bed and grabbed Headman Wang's wife's hand.
But the village chief's wife called out and quickly pulled her hand back.
In just a moment, Zhou Wei still saw several obvious scars on her arms.
"She doesn't like to show them to strangers," Headman Wang said apologetically.
"That, let's talk about it later." Professor Lin felt a bit awkward.
As he left, a sudden thought flashed through Zhou Wei's mind - the scars on Headman Wang's wife's hands looked like postmortem lividity! Yes, they must have formed recently.
Thinking of that, Zhou Wei couldn't help but be surprised. He turned his head and looked inside again.
village chief The wife looked at them straight, with a cold and intimidating gaze, and Zhou Wei hurriedly walked out.
Zhou Wei glanced at his watch, it was already past eight in the evening.
Professor Lin has not returned yet. During dinner, Headman Wang came to invite them to drink.
Zhou Wei is not good at drinking, so he declined.
Who would have thought that Suli would also go, leaving Zhou Wei all alone in the room.
Outside the window, the sky has already turned dark.
In the distance, some lights were shining. Zhou Wei only then realized that the place where he lived was actually at the westernmost end of Lingmu Village, still a distance away from the edge of the village.
"Ah, yikes. Call Zhang Sheng, listen carefully..." Suddenly, a sharp and mournful female voice entered Zhou Wei's ears, causing him to shiver.
He walked to the door and listened. Apart from the sound of the whistling wind outside, there was no other sound.
Could it be that he misheard? It's not possible!
Zhou Wei thought and opened the door.
A woman with theatrical makeup on her face, red dye smeared on her lips, stared blankly at the opening door.
Zhou Wei was stunned for a few seconds, then exclaimed, "Who are you?"
The woman suddenly smiled and said, "Zhang Sheng."
Saying that, he walked over to Zhou Wei.
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