Chapter 2, Email
"Could you tell me, on what day did he pass away? How did he die?" Yi Shiqi asked nervously
He opened the drawer, took out a cigarette, and lit it. He first glanced at the timestamp of the second email, which was sent on September 14, ten days after the previous email. Yi Shiqi let out a sigh of relief, as this at least indicated that one week after the night of the full moon, Li Xihua was safe and sound.
Xihua, it is night under the lamp
In our small village, six households have already lost members, and there are only seven households in total. The remaining household is my family, and in three days, it will be the night of the full moon. Do you understand why I am in such a hurry to find you?
You must be mistaken, Li Xihua indeed passed away on September 7, I apologize. The line was disconnected from Beijing
It is impossible, he still sent me an email on September 14
Yishiqi inhaled sharply
At 10 PM, he boarded the train bound for Guizhou
Yishi Qi thought to himself that it was time to pack his belongings and make a trip to that small village in Guizhou. Since an old classmate was calling out for him in life and death, he felt it was his duty to respond regardless of the outcome. Moreover, he had always had an innate interest in such mysterious events.
Li Xihua's mobile phone is turned off
Shiqi
The hexagram has been formed, and the practitioner of the I Ching is already silently lamenting in his heart. Among the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching, this particular hexagram is the most perilous due to its yin lines. The meaning of the hexagram is that the decaying bed frame has begun to collapse from the lowest part of the bed leg.
He directly opened the first email in the inbox window
The Qianlong carved mother possesses great spirituality, producing a pleasant tinkling sound as they collide in the air, resonating six times in succession, resulting in a "Biao" hexagram, with the first line moving.
Li Xihua has died
I am unable to reach you, so I can only send you an email, hoping you will contact me as soon as possible. I am currently facing a rather strange situation that requires your professional expertise. I will try my best to explain it clearly.
What is this kid up to? Yi Shiqi smiled, flipped through the contacts, found Li Xihua's number, and dialed it.
Since six months ago, in my village in Guizhou, every full moon night, a person has to die, and the expression on the corpse's face is eerily reminiscent of a smile, extremely terrifying. The local public security authorities are at a loss and have no clues to date. People suspect it is the work of a vengeful spirit. I brought a film crew back to my hometown to conduct interviews and filming, hoping to provide a scientific explanation, but ultimately, I still found nothing.
He dialed the office phone of Li Xihua at Beijing Central Television again, and a clear-speaking lady answered. Yi Shiqi informed her that he was a classmate of Li Xihua, to which the lady politely responded that Li Xihua had passed away not long ago
In Yishiqi's email inbox, there are two messages, both signed by Li Xihua, the host of the Science Exploration Discovery Station, who was his closest friend during university.
It seems that Xihua is facing more misfortune than fortune
He opened the second email and was astonished to find only two words inside: Hurry!
Yishi's hand slowly slid down from the mouse, and the first thought that crossed his mind was whether this was a prank. Xihua himself is an extremely meticulous person and never jokes with himself, so it seems that something is amiss.
In the next half day, Yi Shiqi tirelessly reviewed materials, purchased equipment, and other necessary items
In principle, it is impossible and unnecessary for colleagues in the Xihua office to lie, yet that email was clearly sent on September 14. What exactly is going on here
Yishiqi could hardly believe his ears
He took out the three Qianlong copper coins from his close-fitting pocket, deciding to first cast a divination. The three coins fit in his palm as he cleared his mind of distractions, murmuring about Li Xihua's life and death fortune, and then he tossed the coins.
"Passed away on September 7, the cause of death..." The lady on the other end of the phone stammered.