This is not a weird story

In the cargo hold of the aircraft.

The big lights inside were not turned on. There were only small green lights on the wall, similar to emergency lights. The light was limited and could only illuminate the surrounding area of ​​one or two meters.

In order to prevent the cargo transported during the turbulence of the aircraft from moving, the large cargo in the cargo hold was tied together and covered with a rope net. The four legs of the rope net were fixed on the iron hooks on the floor to prevent The goods collide due to sliding.

Small items of goods are packed in large wooden boxes and stored in the same manner as above.

There was no one in the cargo hold at this moment, only the roar of the plane kept ringing.

After Xue Wanxing entered the cargo hold, he immediately locked the large items that were fixed, and then he took out a scimitar from his inventory. The scimitar was all black, as if it had been splashed with ink. A little light.

Then Xue Wanxing carefully used a machete to pry open some of the closed cargo boxes and looked inside. He searched all the way and found nothing unusual.

Not long after, Xue Waxing smelled a faint strange smell. After carefully distinguishing it, he found that it was a bit like formalin. The smell was very light, but it should be nearby, in the cargo hold.

Xue Wanxing immediately searched slowly for the place he had not walked before. When he reached the innermost corner, he found a large gap between a large piece of goods and the corner of the wall.

When I walked over and took a look, the place was dark and I couldn't see anything because there was no wall lamp on.

He moved his nose and quickly determined that the smell of formalin came from this corner, and looking at the space here, it was enough to park a coffin.

"Is the dead person in the coffin still soaked in formalin?" Xue Wanxing was surprised and became more careful at the same time.

He checked that his cell phone was still there, but the shoulder bag that the Liangcheng Administration Bureau provided to each investigator was not there. There were small flashlights in it, and they had all been filtered out by the ghost story filtering mechanism, but the cell phone was not filtered.

I tried turning on the screen and found that the phone screen was still on, but I couldn't make calls, but I could use the flashlight function.

Turn on the flashlight and shine it into the dark corner. You will see that a long wooden box has been stuffed into the corner, leaving almost no other gaps around it.

In this case, this place will become very stable during the flight of the aircraft and there will not be too much shaking.

Xue Waxing could faintly see the extremely bright red surface of the coffin inside the wooden box, and even some of the golden symbols on the top of the coffin.

Now the big terror in the plane has been found by himself, and there are no elements that cause the big terror around, such as lizard blood, cockscomb heads, naughty children, etc.

Xue Wanxing felt a little relieved, but the next second his breathing suddenly stagnated, and his eyes were fixed on the top of the long wooden box.

I saw a black mouse jumping off the large cargo box next door and landing on the long wooden box.

The mouse was fat and big, but its movements were extremely flexible. It raised its head and sniffed around, as if it was looking for something to eat.

This scene made Xue Wanxing dare not even breathe. He slowly straightened up and changed the black scimitar from his left hand to his right hand. At the same time, he turned down the light of the flashlight, fearing that it would cause the mouse to crawl directly into the long wooden box. inside.

Slowly, Xue Wanxing raised the scimitar in his hand, but his eyes were not completely in the direction of the black mouse, because Xue Wanxing knew very well that animals like mice are extremely sensitive to human gaze or The sense of danger that he is about to be attacked is extremely acute.

As long as the movement is slightly larger, the mice can sense it and respond in advance.

After a while, Xue Wanxing no longer made any moves, but was locking the position. The next second, his right hand swung violently, and the dark scimitar drew a subtle arc in mid-air, and clicked into place on the long wooden box. On the surface, the middle part of the blade was cut into one of the wooden boards, and in the middle of the machete flying over, the black mouse had been cut in half, and the wound was flat, and even the blood did not have time to flow out.

Xue Wanxing breathed a sigh of relief, climbed onto the strong long wooden box, grabbed the handle and took out the scimitar, then lifted the tip of the knife and lifted the dead rat with blood oozing out to the ground.

He found the spot where the iron nail was inserted into the wooden bar, inserted the blade of the machete, and then pried the handle of the knife hard, so that he slowly pried the iron nail out.

However, at a glance, there are at least dozens of iron nails surrounding the long wooden box. If you want to open the wooden box, you have to pry off at least one-third of the iron nails.

So this is a very time-consuming project.

Xue Wanxing did not stop. After prying off an iron nail, he immediately went to pry off another iron nail. He also observed the movement around him at any time to prevent any key things that could cause a great terror from approaching.

Just as he was prying out more than a dozen iron nails, he suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps. Xue Wanxing stopped immediately, held the machete in his hand, and leaned against the large cargo box next to him.

Not long after, a head came over from where he climbed up, and then Wei An's voice sounded: "Hey, is it Team Leader Xue? Why are you in the cargo hold?"

Xue Wanxing put the scimitar behind him, returned to his inventory in the next second, and said: "Of course I am here to investigate ghost stories, Wei An, why are you down here? I don't want you to ignore it, passively and safely Is it enough to pass the ghost story?"

"I wanted to do that too, but the captain just asked me to come over and say that some alarm on his side had been triggered." Wei An shrugged, his eyes fixed on Xue Wanxing, and his expression was very relaxed, and he didn't seem to care. I didn't notice anything strange about the long wooden box at Xue Wanxing's feet.

Wei An added: "You also know that my current identity is a flight attendant. If the captain has an arrangement, I must carry it out. This is also my job."

Xue Waxing did not give up his suspicion on Wei An and said: "Nothing has been found here yet. You go back and tell the captain that everything is fine. If he doesn't believe it, take the dead rat on the ground and say that the rat may have touched something." .”

"Okay, I won't take the mouse." Wei An glanced at the dead mouse on the ground and waved his hand.

After turning around and taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and said again: "Team Leader Xue, the lizard's blood, cockscomb head and weird photos were all found. Now it seems that you have also found this black mouse. I just don't know." Is this the only mouse..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Wanxing felt something crawling on the instep of his feet. When he looked down, he found that it was another black mouse, slightly smaller than the one before.

He immediately kicked his foot up, and the mouse lying on his instep flew up and hit the wall. His body immediately burst open, which showed how powerful his kick was.

But at the same time, Xue Wanxing heard the squeaking sound of a mouse coming from under the long wooden box where he was standing. It seemed that it had gotten into the wooden box from below.

"Wei An, come back and help!" Xue Wanxing shouted immediately.

At the same time, he jumped off the wooden box, took out the dark scimitar, and when he lowered his head, he saw that several mice had indeed gotten into the wooden box and were tearing at the vermilion coffin boards inside.

Not only that, but from the other end of the coffin, there was also the sound of gnawing on the wooden boards.