Volume 1 Chapter 044: A Few Clay Jars
I urged Old Man Qian to continue. Old Man Qian paused and continued. He said that when his uncle heard this, he panicked and reported it. It was already midnight, and there were not many people on duty in the police station. It happened that the old policeman named Wang who was leading him was also there. After discussing it, they decided that we should go and take a look.
The two drove a tricycle to the place where the case was reported. It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything. The old policeman turned on the flashlight and asked the uncle where he reported the case. The uncle said it was No. 87, Yongchang District. The old policeman led him to search for a while, pointed to a two-story red brick building in front and said, "This is it."
When the light shines over, a "87" can be vaguely seen on the gate. This small building has its own gate and yard, and there are not many neighbors nearby. It is located in a remote area in Yongchang District.
Standing outside the yard, he looked inside and saw that it was pitch black, with no lights on. The old policeman called out a few times outside, but received no response. Seeing that the wooden door of the yard was ajar, he pushed it open and walked in.
My uncle had just become a policeman and was a little scared. He followed the old policeman and shivered with cold as he entered the courtyard. There seemed to be a gust of air in the courtyard, and a whirlwind rose out of nowhere, causing the wooden door to slam.
The uncle was startled and almost cried out. The old policeman glared at him and whispered, "Why are you panicking?" Then he shouted into the house a few times, "Is there anyone there?"
But the room was pitch black, and there was no sound. My uncle shivered and said, "It's so cold!" The atmosphere in the yard seemed particularly strange. In the middle of summer, it felt like winter, which was creepy.
The old policeman also took a deep breath and shone the flashlight around. The yard was not big, about seven or eight square meters. There was a well with a bluestone slab on it and a slightly damaged stone table in the corner.
When I heard this, I was inexplicably moved. I immediately thought of the cold bone well in the yard of the dead face, so I asked: "What shape is this well? Is it narrow at the top and wide at the bottom?"
Old Man Qian was talking so absorbedly that he was interrupted by me. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and said, "How would I know that? Are you still going to listen?"
I quickly shut up and let him continue.
"When my uncle and his master saw that no one answered the door, they decided to break in. But the door was locked, and there was a large yellow patch on the door." Old Man Qian said with a confused look, "When they went over to take a closer look, they found that it was covered with yellow talismans!"
This kind of yellow talisman is usually used to exorcise ghosts and suppress evil spirits. Seeing the door covered with this stuff in the middle of the night made the two feel a little uncomfortable. They went to knock on the door and found that it was not only locked, but also seemed to be blocked by something from the inside.
The uncle said, "Why don't we break the window and get in?" The old policeman nodded and said, "Be careful."
After the window was smashed, the two jumped in one after another. As soon as they entered the house, they coughed non-stop. It turned out that the house was full of dust. When they jumped down, the dust was stirred up. The old policeman swept the room with a flashlight and saw that the room was empty. There was nothing on the bluestone floor except a wooden dining table and a few bamboo chairs. In the north corner, there were also a few large clay pots more than half a person's height.
The gate was propped up by a huge clay jar, no wonder it couldn't be moved no matter how hard we pushed.
My uncle shivered and said, "Why is it so cold here?" White air came out of his mouth as he spoke.
The old policeman was also very cold and said, "Be careful, there is something wrong in this room."
The uncle looked around and saw the house was full of dust. He said, "I'm afraid no one has lived here for a long time. Could it be that someone is playing a prank and called the police?"
The old policeman didn't say anything, and went up to check the jars, but they were all pressed down by large bluestones, so it was not easy for the two to move them. At this moment, the two suddenly felt a light in the room, and when they looked back, the uncle screamed in fear.
When they entered the house, the whole house was pitch black, with no one in sight.
But at this time, there was a dim light on upstairs, which was transmitted through the corridor . The two were so shocked that they were speechless for a long time. After all, the old policeman had been through many hardships and kept his composure at the critical moment. He quickly recovered and shouted upstairs: "Who, who is there?"
Still no response. The old policeman winked at my uncle, and the two of them drew their batons and were about to go upstairs to take a look when they heard a song floating down from upstairs. It sounded like someone was playing Peking Opera on the radio.
My uncle's scalp went numb and he almost ran away. But the experienced policeman shouted, "Who is playing tricks?" Holding a baton, he took the lead and walked towards the stairs. When my uncle saw him, he had no choice but to follow him.
After walking a few steps, my uncle felt something sticky dripping onto his face. He touched it and trembled with fear. His hands were bloody red. When he looked up again, he saw dark red liquid flowing down the cracks on the floor above his head.
The old policeman's face turned pale, and he climbed up the stairs step by step, stepping on the blood with his baton. Although the young uncle was afraid, he was a policeman after all, so he followed tremblingly. When the two of them went up, they were stunned. They saw dark red liquid on the ground, flowing down the corridor, wet.
My uncle slipped and almost fell down the stairs, but was caught by the old policeman. The room was red and the smell of blood was strong. The old policeman was calm and whispered that it might be human blood. My uncle trembled and asked where all the human blood came from.
In front of me was a small hall, lit by an orange incandescent lamp. Under the dim light, there was a worn leather sofa and a wooden coffee table, but there was no radio or anything like that. The strange Peking Opera singing was still floating in the room.
The old policeman pointed to two other closed rooms and asked my uncle to wait outside while he went to take a look. My uncle was very scared and just nodded. The old policeman stepped on it, and the blood didn't even reach his ankles. He went to one of the rooms and pushed the door open with force. My uncle watched him go in.
After waiting for a long time, no one came out and no movement was heard. The uncle was a little scared and called a few times, but there was no response. Worried about something going wrong, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the blood . The ground was very slippery and he almost fell. He stumbled over to the room and took a look. He was immediately scared to death as a little policeman.
The room was empty, with blood all over the walls and the floor. There was nothing else! His master, a living person, had disappeared without a trace!
My uncle collapsed at the time and ran away from the building out of fear. He slipped and fell in a hurry when he went downstairs, and was covered in blood. After escaping from the yard, he ran directly back to the police station. Later, he brought a group of police colleagues to the scene, but when they arrived at the scene, everyone was stunned.
As soon as I entered the room, the house was full of dust. The upstairs was completely dark. When I shone a flashlight over there, I saw nothing but dust all over the floor. There was no blood in the room as my uncle had said. The incandescent light on the ceiling upstairs had been broken for a long time. There was no light bulb, so how could it be lit?
The uncle rushed into the room where his master disappeared like a madman. There was nothing inside, and there was no trace of blood on the walls or on the ground.
But the blood on the uncle's clothes was real, and the bloody smell was strong. At that time, many people suspected that the old policeman's accident was related to the uncle. The blood on his body might be the old policeman's blood. But later, after forensic examination, it was found that the blood on his body was not all human blood, but a mixture of blood from many animals.
Old Man Qian stopped talking here. I waited for a long time, and when he didn't continue, I asked, "Did your uncle tell you about this?"
Old Man Qian glanced at me and said unhappily, "Why, you don't believe it?"
I scratched my head. "This sounds too mysterious. Will the police believe it?"
Old Man Qian chuckled and said, "You are right, kid. No one believed my uncle at the time. They all said that my uncle killed his master and then made up a big lie to deceive people."
"It's no wonder that others don't believe this." Even I, who usually deal with dead bodies, found it mysterious. "What happened to my uncle?"
