Gamers Are Fierce

The next morning, three male college students called for help and attracted the attention of neighbors.

The villagers tried to break open the gate, rushed up to the second floor with sticks and sickles, and found that Shi Derong had already lost his breath.

His whole body was soaked, and water dripped from his clothes without wringing them out.

Feet spread apart, hands on the ground, just sitting at the door of the side sleeper, with his head drooping in front of his chest,

His face was flushed purple, his bulging eyes were bloodshot,

The corners of the mouth that were grinning to the edge of the earlobe were raised, outlining a weird smile.

The villagers and passengers who came after hearing the news gathered in the living room on the first floor of Shi Derong's house, talking a lot.

Village head Lu Gui asked the villagers to take the three college students who were still in shock to another house to rest.

Lu Maocai, the youngest son of the village chief, told everyone that Shi Derong was usually a drunkard. He probably just drank too much wine last night. After getting himself wet, he sat outside the door, oppressing his breathing. I suffocated myself to death.

This argument barely made sense. After all, the heavy rain was still falling, communication and traffic were cut off, and it was impossible to report the incident to the police.

Village head Lu Gui politely asked the passengers to go back on the grounds of collecting Shi Derong's body.

After all the outsiders left, there were only a few older male villagers left in the living room.

Lu Maocai closed the gate, and an elderly villager named Lu He looked at Shi Derong, who had died in a horrible state of death, and said hesitantly, Which one is this? Could it be true...

Don't talk nonsense!

The village head, Lu Gui, changed his benevolent expression, stared and said, Even if it's really a ghost, we have a solution!

Maocai, take a few people to dig the canal now.

The villagers were astonished and said, Why? If the canal is dug, won't the fields be completely flooded?

There is no reason, your two acres of rotten land is more important, or your life is more important?

The village chief Lu Gui sneered, Only by listening to me, you, you, can you survive, or you will die.

The villagers bowed their heads obediently, not daring to look at Lu Gui.

Lu Maocai took a few people, wearing coir raincoats and carrying hoes, to the farmland, dug up the canal that was repaired yesterday, and let the farmland be flooded.

As they stood on the highway watching the water flood the fields,

Li Ang, who was wearing a black raincoat and covered his face with cloth, was also watching their every move from the distant ridge.

Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: Strange...why did they flood their fields?

Li Ang rubbed his chin, and said casually, Maybe because the septic tank upstream of the stream exploded, they wanted to save resources, so that the fertile water would not flow into outsiders' fields.

These villagers looked on the road for a while, then turned and left with their hoes on their shoulders. Chai Cuiqiao couldn't help but asked, Aren't you going to follow?

Yes, but not necessary.

Li Ang shook his head, The 'weirdness' that can shield spiritual consciousness is either due to the unique topography of Dusheng Village,

Either because of this bizarre rain,

Either because of someone or something.

I don't think these villagers really know the real purpose of digging ditches to flood the fields. Instead of asking them, it's better to find someone who really knows the truth.

Chai Cui raised her eyebrows and frowned slightly, You mean, the village chief?

Li Ang shook his head, but did not answer.

There are quite a lot of weird things in Dusheng Village. Before the answers are solved, Li Ang does not plan to take some more radical measures against the villagers, including the village chief.

He watched the villagers leave in the distance, pulled on the raincoat on his body, and walked straight into the ravine.

The heavy rain was pouring, the forest was dark, and the trees on both sides of the path swayed and swayed, as if they were welcoming Li Ang.

There are many tombs buried in this ravine, some new and some old, Li Ang scanned around, found the newest tomb, and climbed up the hillside.

According to the mark on the tombstone, the owner of this tomb died eleven days ago. It was his death that prompted Lu Maodian to find an intelligence broker and hire Li Ang.

excuse me.

Li Ang said to the brand-new tombstone in a nonchalant manner, took out a small shovel, attached ripple energy to it, and smashed it on the concrete floor of the tomb with the shovel.

After a while, the tomb was dismantled and divided into two.

Li Ang didn't rush down, but put himself on a layer of plastic film clothes, covered the sleeves with latex gloves, wrapped the shoes with a large condom, and wrapped his forehead and chin with plastic wrap.

This kind of protection method is mainly to prevent the smell of highly decayed corpses from remaining on the body and attracting the attention of others——

Once the corpse's putrid liquid sticks to the skin, the smell won't dissipate for a few days. Li Ang is quite experienced in this.

After getting ready, Li Ang jumped into the grave and lifted the coffin boards on the coffin, revealing the male corpse lying quietly inside.

In ten days, the corpse rotted quite badly. Li Ang breathed naturally in the strong corpse odor without changing his face, and even calmly said to Chai Cuiqiao,

This corpse is a bit rotten. If it was fresher, his stomach would be bulging,

Just use a needle connected to a rubber tube to insert it, put a match on the other end of the rubber tube, and the putrefaction gas in the corpse will spew out along the tube and be ignited by the match to form a blue jet flame.

It's beautiful, it's a pity you didn't see it.

Chai Cuiqiao was speechless, not knowing what to say, so she had to laugh a few times dryly.

Li Ang didn't pay attention to Chai Cuiqiao's silence. He bent down, took off the skin of the corpse like taking off a glove, and carefully inspected every corner of the corpse.

As an ordinary netizen who likes to surf the Internet, it is very normal for Li Ang to be proficient in forensic anthropology.

It didn't take too long for Li Ang to examine the corpse. He crawled out of the grave, hurriedly buried the grave, and went to the previous burial place of the dead in Dusheng Village.

Fortunately, the place is remote and the folk customs are simple, so cremation is not practiced much.

Until the evening, Li Ang checked the remains of all the dead in Dusheng Village in the past seven months, except that he did not find the cemetery of the village teacher Meng Qixi.

Li Ang, who had gained part of the harvest, did not explain anything to Chai Cuiqiao.

It's getting late, if you don't go back to the village, you will be suspected,

Li Ang removed all protective measures, tore up all the cling film, latex gloves, etc., and put them into torn disposable plastic film clothes,

Then compress this pile of garbage to the size of a fist, wrap it with layers of plastic wrap to ensure that no particularly strong smell will leak out, and then put it into the raincoat pocket.

As if nothing happened, he returned to Dusheng Village.

Not long after he left the ravine, another figure wrapped in a black cloak also appeared in the mountains.

He walked down the hillside and looked at the tombs that had been hastily buried after being dug up. He was speechless for a long time. After a moment of hesitation, he dug up the tombs again and opened a museum for autopsy.