I hurried to follow the old man and say sorry, I can't imagine in my heart that these 12 families have such a story.

My four grandfather said that the uncle lived in 12 households, but according to the old uncle, 12 families have already become murder houses, and since they have become murder houses, my uncles can't stay.

“Uncle, my uncle hasn’t lived in 12.”I asked the question in my heart.

"Your grandfather didn't really tell you anything about the 12 families."The old man whispered.

I shook my head, which is also my inquiry to my grandfather, I only know 12, as for the matter of the four grandfathers did not tell me.

The old uncle sighed, "Your uncle lived in 12 households, but he did not like the villagers who went into 12 households, your uncle lived in 12 households for 12 years, in these 12 years, did not hear the cry of women, the cries of men, but after your uncle left, the cries of women and the cries of men began to ring again."

Uncle's words are still a little shocked in my heart, uncle is living in 12 households, but also lived for 12 years, the most important thing is that my uncle did not die in 12 households.

I asked my uncle's wife again, and my uncle told me that my uncle lived in 12 households alone and had no wife at all.

I 楞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞枞, my uncle did not have a wife, what happened to the child, what happened to the child, is lying to me before Li killed the pig.

Then I asked some things, and the old man told me again, but these things are irrelevant.

The previous story made me more curious about the 12 families, and the uncle actually lived in 12 households for 12 years, which proves that these 12 families must have a lot of four uncles.

Then with the old uncle to understand the situation of the uncle, the old uncle shook his head, said do not understand my uncle, said that my uncle in 12 households have never gone out, has been staying in 12 households, 12 years to start out of 12 households.

I am a little embarrassed, this statement, I do not believe, living in 12 households for 12 years, did not go out, then he eats, can not eat soil, back ten thousand steps to talk about, even if eating soil, eat 12 years of soil, people have long died.

I asked my uncle why he wanted to go in 12 houses.

The old man shook his head and said he didn’t know.

I didn't ask the old man any more questions, and from the old man's mouth, I probably knew such a situation, I understood at least the addresses of the 12 families, and I understood the secrets that existed before the 12 households.

Mo Yan and I withdrew from the old man's house, just wanted to turn around and went to 12 households, and the old man's voice came from behind us.

"Don't go to the third floor."

I turned my head and looked at the old man, who raised three fingers and shook his head.

I turned around suspiciously, looked at the words, and said, "We're not going to 12 now."

"It is no use now, the old man said at twelve o'clock the man's scolding and the woman's cry, and it was only twelve o'clock that we went to know where what really happened.

“Can you believe half of it?”I doubted, I couldn't help but think about it, that the old man's words were half true, and that half was false.

Returning to the man's house, the man saw us coming from the end of the village, and his face was not very good.

“Little brother, don’t you tell me not to go to your old house?”Why don't you listen."The man said with some blame.

"I'm curious to see, if I don't, I'm sad in my heart, I can't stand my brother."I said to the man.

“What did the old man say to you?”The man whispered.

I told the story of 12 families, and I omitted the story of my uncle.

The man heard the story I said, shook his head, and gently patted me on the shoulder, "You boy, you were fooled by the old man, what a woman cried, what a man called a scolding, that was a shadowy thing, but the old man said that 12 households are old houses, which is true."

I squint my eyes, the story of 12 households is false, which makes my heart confused, that old man has no reason to make a false story to deceive me, before the ink said to me that the old man's words can only believe half, the story is false, the only thing is that 12 households are old houses?

“Are the 12 houses?”I whispered.

The man looked around carefully and said in a low voice to me: "Twelve houses are indeed murderous houses, several people were hanged, men, women, children and children are hanged, all right, let's not talk about 12 families, hurry up to eat."

I have some helplessness in my heart, this man is not willing to tell me more about the 12 things, when asked about 12, only said a little bit, and then pulled the calf to change the topic.

I am more and more curious about 12 families, regardless of whether my uncle has lived before, I want to see it.

After eating, I lay in bed for a while to rest, and by twelve o'clock, Mo Yan woke me up and asked me to go with her to 12 families.

When I got up, I saw Mo Yan carrying a large black backpack, and I wanted to ask what the back of Mo Yan, which only said something, and did not say too much.

I took the flashlight and walked forward, just walked for a while, I stopped, looked at the ground, my heart beat quickly.

There was a white font on the ground, looking at the white font, I could not say a word at that time, and the white font represented something I was very clear in my heart.

The white letter is written by the white man.

I hurried to look around for a while, and did not see the white figure, in my impression, the white figure helped me a lot of things, every time is to remind me that since the mountain came down, I did not see the white figure.

But now I see it, and I’m excited and a little nervous.

I glanced at the white lettering on the ground, and I was shocked in my heart, "It's four o'clock at night, the second floor jumps out of the window, and I live."

Looking at the font, I quickly rubbed my foot on the font, and looked at the past with the ink, sometimes I don't know what I think, especially for the ink, I want to believe her, but I am afraid that she lied to me, and the mood is very tangled.

Mo Yan did not notice my behavior, I was behind the words,

I firmly remember the white font in my heart, jumping on the window on the 2nd floor at 4 o'clock, and life can live.

I don't know anything about white people now, but the white people's shadow knows the bottom of me, my heart is very curious, who is the white figure in the end, who is protecting me in the dark, reminding me...