Xu Maocai leaned on the stone wall, sat upright, and looked at the road in front of him.【】

This time, he acted extremely serious.

After all, Xu Maocai also knew in his heart that what he was going to tell next might very well be the last story he could tell in his life.

"The protagonist of this story, let's call him X."

The beginning was as usual, exactly the same as the four death novels that appeared in Shangping City. Lu Yuan knew in his heart that this X referred to Xu Maocai himself.

"X was born in a remote village. His father was a hunter and his mother was an ordinary country peasant woman. Like most parents in the world, X's parents were busy working for the family's livelihood.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day.

X also has a sister who is fifteen years older than him.

My sister loves X very much. When my parents are away working, I rely on my sister to accompany X.

The village where

The whole world that I came into contact with before I was 10 years old.

Every year in the middle of the year or at the end of the year, some strange faces would frequently appear in the village. Those people would come in from the village entrance, drive big movable houses, and conduct transactions with the village chief.

X learned from his sister that the big moving house was called a truck, and the people on the truck were all people from the outside world.

The clothes that my sister is wearing, the seeds that her parents have sown in the fields, and even X’s favorite reading material are all bought by the village chief from the outside world.

X has loved reading books or listening to his sister tell stories about the outside world since he was a child.

For this boy who was born in a closed mountain village, the outside world undoubtedly has great magic..."

"Okay, stop talking about these foreshadowings." Lu Yuan interrupted Xu Maocai's story impatiently.

Lu Yuan had already learned about the past situation of Fengmen Village from the old policeman, and he didn’t want to hear Xu Maocai repeat again: “Just tell me how X discovered the strange things in the village. Also, listen to X

How did a brat who seemed innocent and harmless turn into the virtuous person he is now?"

Xu Maocai rolled his eyes at Lu Yuan, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost tore Lu Yuan into pieces.

Xu Maocai hated being interrupted when he was telling his story. But unfortunately, Lu Yuan was the only listener at the moment.

"Liu Min also told me that when writing a story, the foreshadowing is too long and the main line cannot be found. Well, let's skip X's childhood and start directly from the climax of the story."

Xu Maocai adjusted his thoughts and continued: "Before the age of fifteen, X and his sister lived a carefree life. Maybe in a few years, he will marry a girl of the same age in the village and have another child.

For children, then repeat the same life as their parents.

This village has been here for generations.

However, what happened when X was fifteen years old completely changed the trajectory of his life.

That year, a strange disease suddenly broke out in the village.

At first, several cows raised in the village had ulcers on their abdomens for no apparent reason. Then the situation worsened, and the old man who took care of the cows and his family members were also infected.

The strange disease finally spread to the whole village, especially children under the age of twenty who were more susceptible to infection.

X still can't forget how his sister was covered with red chickenpox all over her body and her face was covered with sores. Her parents watched her sister's whole face ooze with pus and fester, but they were unable to do anything.

The village was originally isolated, and the only doctor died of the strange disease two days ago. For a time, the whole village was panicked. No one dared to go out casually, and no one dared to come into contact with people infected with the strange disease.

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Finally, the village chief decided to break with tradition and go outside the town to seek help. About two days later, several people wearing black shirts entered the village. On the chests of these black shirts, a strange foreign word was embroidered in red thread.

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"Foreign characters, what kind of foreign characters?"

Lu Yuan couldn't help but interrupted curiously. He knew that what Xu Maocai talked about later was the "plague" that changed the fate of Fengmen Village.

It’s just the many details in it that are worth pondering.

First, judging from Xu Maocai's description, this "plague" was undoubtedly caused by the smallpox virus.

Smallpox may have started out as a relatively harmless poxvirus in domestic animals. After gradual evolution and adaptation, it became a human disease with a very high fatality rate at first.

It was not until the invention of the vaccine by the scientist Jenner in the last century that this extremely harmful infectious disease was completely solved. In modern society, with the popularization of vaccines and the development of medical methods, smallpox is not a disease at all.

However, Fengmen Village has been closed for a long time, and the villagers, men, women, old and young, have no habit of vaccination. Coupled with the lack of medical means, once the disease starts to spread, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to this small mountain village.

As for the second point, it is those "black shirts" that appear in the story.

Lu Yuan could vaguely feel that the "black shirt" was not a doctor in the county or other related personnel, otherwise the old policeman would not have known anything about the details of the plague.

The old policeman told Lu Yuan that the changes in Fengmen Village were inseparable from the plague that year.

So the question is, who are those black shirts, and what did they do to Fengmen Village?

Xu Maocai turned to look at Lu Yuan and said calmly: "You should have seen similar writing in the village?"

"You mean, the words that appeared on the wooden sign at the entrance of the village?" Lu Yuan recalled the scene when he first saw the wooden sign: "It looked a bit like Spanish."

"In fact, it is a type of ancient Hebrew writing. I only learned about the origin of those writings not long ago." Xu Maocai continued, "Those black shirts brought many things that X has never seen before."

Instruments, and after they entered the village, they quickly started taking action.

First, the sick people were gathered together for treatment, and they also took away X’s sister.

It has to be said that the treatment methods of the black shirts were very effective. Two days later, the plague was effectively controlled. The condition of many villagers with red sores was improving, and the whole village seemed to be gradually regaining its vitality.

Just when everyone was about to cheer and celebrate, X discovered something strange.

These black shirts seemed more interested in this closed village than the sick villagers, or the plague itself.

In the name of curing the plague, they secretly controlled the entire village, and the village chief also cooperated very well with the actions of these black shirts.

The black shirts set up a base camp in the back mountains and took all the sick villagers there for treatment.

Every period of time, several villagers will be cured and return to the village from the back mountain.

But X discovered that the villagers who returned to the village gradually became different from before.
Chapter completed!