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The fields were alive with the sound of frogs and the unidentified cries of insects.
In this eerily silent night, human activity had vanished, leaving only nature's whispers to occasionally pierce the stillness.
Two figures moved stealthily down the small paths of the village, ghostly quiet in their passage.
"Elder Huang's wife has been gone on a long trip, they claim she went back to her mother's house, but in fact, that never happened," a woman's voice said in hushed tones.
"Then what do you plan to do?" another deep voice asked.
"Bluff him, I'll give him a good scare first!"
"..."
The Trench Coat Detective was somewhat at a loss for words. He glanced at the eerily quiet rice paddies not far away, where, under the moonlight, one could vaguely make out the entwined vines and wooden frames.
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The country fields were planted not only with rice but some also grew melons and other vegetables.
Further along a rural path, statues half the height of a person stood in the fields, their vague outlines in the darkness resembling scarecrows, silently watching over the entire countryside.
That thing was probably the "Green-Faced Fangs" statue the villagers had made, commonly used for tourists to take pictures with.
Looking at it, the Trench Coat Detective frowned uncomfortably and turned his head to keep up with the pace of the female reporter.
The cool breeze of late spring wafted across the fields, carrying the fragrance of soil and vegetation along with a touch of icy chill.
Elder Huang's home location had been thoroughly scouted by the female reporter during the day, and now, in the cover of night, they used the dim light from their cell phone flashlights to navigate carefully between the houses.
Suddenly, a strange shadow flickered in a corner not far away, but it went unnoticed.
"Cough..."
Next to a window of the house, the female reporter leaned against the wall and cleared her throat, but as she subconsciously looked around, she realized that the Trench Coat Detective who had been following her was gone.
The female reporter paused for a moment, then shone her phone behind her, but still saw no one.
What the hell?
This type of mysterious disappearance, why did it feel like the beginning of a horror movie?
Another gust of cold wind swept by, and the female reporter couldn't help but wrap her arms around herself, shivering unintentionally.
The chill of spring is sharp, enough to freeze the young!
Wait, it's already late spring, how could it be this cold? She was just scaring herself!
So, the female reporter flipped open her phone and sent a text message to the Trench Coat Detective.
She squinted her eyes, her flashlight cautiously illuminated the inside of the room, and on the bed, she saw a large spread of bloodstains that trailed all the way to the bedroom window.
Something had happened at Elder Huang's house!
And the person was gone!
The female journalist's hands trembled as she took out her camera and expertly switched it to silent mode, then took several photos of the empty room.
She didn't dare stay long and quickly left while asking for the Trench Coat Detective's location.
As the saying goes, "Those with a clear conscience do not fear walking in the dark." Although she didn't think she was doing anything wrong, she was still scared that something weird might appear on the road in the middle of the night.
Not until she had left the tile-roofed houses and reached the concrete road of the village did she feel a tad safer due to the wider area and better visibility.
This was the village road, where shouting out loud would likely bring a crowd of villagers.
The Trench Coat Detective had not replied yet, and the female journalist looked somewhat impatient. She wanted to continue the investigation, but the incident at Elder Huang's house had made her hesitant.
She stood in the middle of the village road, the ancestral hall to her right, a river to her left, and fields stretching into the distance.
Suddenly, the female journalist turned her head to the left.
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Frog croaks sporadically emanated from the fields as the light breeze rustled the leaves in the melon patch.
In the still darkness of the night, apart from the noise of insects and birds, there was also the bizarre "gurgle gurgle" sound from beneath the swaying vines, and under the faint moonlight, an eerie shadow was faintly cast across the land.
The heavy scent of blood spread, and the crimson liquid followed the grooves of the field outward, eventually reaching a pair of cloth shoes.
Suddenly, the strange shadow stopped.
In an instant, the chewing sounds also ceased, and the entire dark field fell into a chilling silence—a spine-tingling, eerie silence!
It seemed to be searching for something, with a dangerous and fearful aura spreading across the field.
"Umm..."
The shivering girl was about to move away but suddenly a hand emerged from behind and tightly covered her mouth, while also holding her shoulders still.
"Shhh."
In the darkness, a low voice whispered in her ear, the exhaling breath making her entire ear hot.
"Don't move, be careful or the badgers will eat you," the voice softly chuckled.
Girl: "???"
What? That's a badger? Who are you trying to comfort?!