Chapter 53

Mi Mi Hua Hua innocently interrupted her mother’s secret plan.

“Mi Hua Hua, how can you talk like that!” Mi Ming Cheng frowned and scolded sternly.

My mother forced a smile: “Well, Mi Hua Hua has some truth. I’m just worried that this girl is shy and dare not say it. In this case, let’s act together.”

Mi Ming Cheng turned to look at me, and I naturally nodded in agreement. How could I fall behind?

“Since everyone has decided to go, everyone is tired after a morning’s journey. Let’s go back and rest for a while after dinner. I have contacted a guide, and everyone will meet here at half past three.”

As they spoke, dishes were served on the table. From their chat, I learned that when Mi Ming Cheng went through the formalities, all the presidential suites were booked and the fifth floor was full. In desperation, he could only book a room for Mi Mi Hua Hua and himself on the fourth floor.

I was relieved to hear that the father and daughter did not live in the same room. God knows whether Mi Mi Hua Hua would do something out of the ordinary on impulse. Although Mi Mi Hua Hua was not friendly to me, I did not want her to make any substantial progress because of men’s possessiveness of beautiful women.

The cooking skills of this small restaurant were unexpectedly good. Everyone hurriedly ate lunch and went back to their rooms to rest. Mi Mingcheng was very polite and did not ask to sit in my mother’s room.

After a short rest, it was time to gather in a blink of an eye. Mi Mingcheng and Mi Mi Hua Hua were waiting downstairs early again. Unlike before, Mi Mingcheng pulled a large suitcase this time, and there was a middle-aged man with a dark face and some gray hair beside him.

“This is the guide I found, Mr. Zhang Dehai.”

Mi Mingcheng briefly introduced us. I doubt whether this Zhang Dao is the person on the small card, but I am too lazy to verify it.

This man looks honest and simple, but surprisingly talkative, which may be one of the reasons why he can become a guide.

Along the way, Director Zhang talked endlessly about how bizarre and strange the strange things that happened in the hilly village were. I casually asked when this kind of thing started.

It was just a casual question, but the middle-aged man was inexplicably silent for a while, and then slowly gave the answer of “a year ago”. Then, his emotions rose again, and he continued to tell some irrelevant folk legends and unfounded speculations.

I didn’t care about the abnormality of the middle-aged man. It has been more than half a day since I came to this small mountain village, and the system has not pushed any prop cards so far, which means that there has been no opportunity for the system to add fuel to the flames.

Although I believe that there are ghosts in the world, so many people have come and gone in this small mountain village, and no one has had any accidents.

As long as the system does not interfere, our situation should still be very safe. In contrast, man-made disasters make me more worried. The scarred face hides in the dark, and I don’t know when he will suddenly attack. Should I choose to counter the attack or take the initiative?

The shops on the street are lined up one after another, all with brand new equipment and decoration. I think they should have opened recently.

Except for a small number of food stores selling various snacks, the rest are almost all digital stores. There are rows of cameras, night vision devices, power banks and other equipment. The most outrageous thing is that there are even videotapes for sale.

These peripheral facilities are followed up very quickly. What makes me feel most unusual is that every villager I meet on the road has no trace of sadness on their faces, but they are all talking and laughing.

The chickens and ducks in their own homes are worth a hundred or eighty yuan. Who can bear to lose one every three or five days? Unless this incident brings each villager a value far beyond the goods, or everything is fake. I am more inclined to believe that this is just a farce directed and performed by the villagers.

There are no more shops further in, and brick and tile houses gradually increase. Director Zhang took us to a farmer’s house where a disappearance occurred yesterday.

The gate was open, and several tourists were already standing in the courtyard installing filming equipment. Several cameras were already placed next to the chicken coop in the corner.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the “warm reminder” posted on the wall. Not only can you rent filming equipment, but there are also supporting value-added services such as tarpaulins and charging guarantees. It can be said that it is very user-friendly.

However, even if you don’t need anything, just placing the equipment will cost 100 yuan a day.

Director Zhang and the owner of the house are obviously familiar with each other. The two squatted outside the house and chatted. Mi Mingcheng and his aunt began to walk around the yard and observe the terrain.

Mom peeked out of the gate for a while, and saw that there were many people inside and the sun was hanging high above her head, so she stepped in.

Mi Mi Huahua just stepped into the yard, frowned, and retreated again, standing at the door to act as a model. As expected, as Mi Mingcheng expected, she was not interested in this place, but just joined in the fun. At this time, I was standing at the gate of the courtyard, kicking stones, bored. I was afraid that I had regretted not accepting my mother’s suggestion. It would be more interesting to stay in the hotel and watch TV. Although the yard was clean, the smell of chicken and duck excrement lingered. My mother frowned, and I also felt obviously uncomfortable. Aunt and Mi Mingcheng seemed to have lost their sense of smell and were not affected at all. Although I was not interested, I followed my aunt for a round based on the principle of making the best of it. Mi Mingcheng had taken out a small camera from the box. It turned out that Mi Mingcheng also came prepared. No wonder he pulled two large suitcases by himself. This trip was enough to prove that Mi Mingcheng was really an adventure lover. Since arriving at Qiuling Village, he rarely paid attention to my mother. Aunt rubbed her hands, as if she was determined to uncover the secrets of this place. My mother seemed to be forced to work. She went out to stand guard after staying for less than two minutes. Mi Mingcheng carefully installed the filming equipment. The most important chicken coop only had one camera, while several cameras were installed at the gate, fence and other places. There was even a camera pointed directly at the door. The owner was happy and didn’t care. After all, he was charged by quantity, and the more cameras he installed, the happier he was. Of course, Mi Mingcheng was not so crazy as to go to other people’s houses to install cameras.