Inscription of Different Cases

He Yijiu didn't go back with Han Lang. When the two finally found their way back to the village, he said he would continue to investigate Mr. Feng's illness, so he bid farewell to Han Lang.Now Han Lang was left alone. He had just stepped into the entrance of the village when he saw a crying woman sitting crookedly at the base of the wall. There were several people standing beside her, all of whom seemed to be pointing at her.

Han Lang's sense of justice was called out again, and he walked over and asked, "What's going on?"

When the woman saw someone coming to ask, she howled even louder, almost out of breath.A man next to her pointed at her and cursed: "Cry! You still have the face to cry! It was you who pestered me yesterday, and you are the one who regretted it today! Your Liu Er will definitely not come back, and he will never recognize you as a bitch when he comes back. people!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the basket beside him, and all the glistening tender tofu in it poured all over the woman's body.The woman didn't reply at all, just sobbed one after another.Han Lang couldn't stand it any longer, grabbed the man's swung arm, and said with a straight face, "What are you arguing about, talk about it if you have something to say."

A man is a big man, is it shameful to start a fight with a woman?

An old woman next to her couldn't stand it anymore, she took out a crumpled handkerchief and handed it to the woman, and said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Liu, wipe it off, why bother with yourself?"

Seeing Han Lang coming to help, the man chattered more and more: "Master Guan, please comment. I am not familiar with this woman at all, I have only met her a few times. Her man went out to earn money, and she didn't come back for more than half a year, so she started pestering her. Seeing that I want to be nice to me, is this reasonable! She still has a son!"

"You have the nerve to talk about you!" The aunt was also angry, she stood up and scolded the man, "Who doesn't know that you are a well-known rascal in our village, and you only went to pretend to hook up with Liu Sister when you saw her living alone. It's not about her tofu shop!"

"I--"

The woman called Mrs. Liu was still holding the handkerchief, her body was covered in broken tofu scum, she was crying and unable to utter a complete sentence.Seeing this, the aunt sighed bitterly, and said, "Sister-in-law Liu, no matter how hard it is for you to live alone, don't get involved with this kind of person. Speaking of which, your man has been lost for so long and there is no letter. Now The official is here, can you tell him?"

There were also other onlookers gossiping to Han Lang: "She lost her man, she said she went to work, and never came back. I think she hooked up with a new wife somewhere, and she doesn't want to come back."

"It's also pitiful for this basket of watery tofu. It fell to the ground and was stained with ashes. Who wants it?"

"If Liu Er comes back, he will definitely divorce her."

Han Lang roughly understood, sighed, waved his hands to everyone, and said, "Let's go away, it's not good to hang around all the time. I'll take care of this."

Seeing that the official had spoken, everyone walked away in twos and threes.The cursing man wanted to kick Aunt Liu before he left, but Han Lang gave him a glare, and immediately shrank back tremblingly.Although Han Lang looked approachable, he was somewhat dignified when he was angry. No one dared to blatantly confront such an official.

Soon there were only three people left here, and the aunt was still with Mrs. Liu, and advised her to tell Han Lang about the matter quickly.Mrs. Liu blew her nose, then opened her mouth sobbing.She said that her family has been running a tofu shop in the village, and they can barely make ends meet.Later, her husband, Liu Er, did not know where he got the news about the recruitment. He said that he was going to build a dam, and he left at the end of last year.Seeing that the dam was repaired, Liu Er did not come back. Aunt Liu asked around, only to hear that those workers had gone to work elsewhere, where they went, and when they would come back.

"Why didn't you report to the official?" Han Lang asked.

Mrs. Liu didn't answer, but the aunt next to her gave a "chi" laugh, her smile was weird, uglier than crying: "She is not the only daughter-in-law who lost a man in the world, can the government take care of it? No way , our lives are worthless."

Han Lang was choked speechless, thinking of Qian County Magistrate's lazy appearance, he had nothing to say.

Mrs. Liu continued her narration.She said that she thought Liu Er had left her to live a good life, and she was suddenly disheartened.It just so happened that the man next door—the one who poured tofu all over her body earlier—cared for her very much, and she believed him for a moment, but it turned out that he was just trying to deceive her from a tofu shop.Just now, the two had another dispute, and they broke out on the street.

At this time Mrs. Liu suddenly let out a moan, like a rooster out of breath, playing a very long tune. "I dreamed that Liu Er came back." She suddenly grabbed Han Lang's sleeve, her face was full of grief, tears fell like broken beads, "Liu Er died, and he came back in a dream. He said he was dead Injustice, injustice, injustice. He was burned to death. When I saw him, his whole body was blistered, his skin was oily, and his skin was sizzling. As he spoke, his upper and lower lips were sticky. together, melted by fire."

The aunt took a deep breath, and immediately covered Aunt Liu's mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about, are you crazy?"

Han Lang frowned and said, "Let her continue."

"Liu Er, he died so badly. He only asked me to avenge him and let him die in peace, but I don't even know where he died--" Sister Liu burst into tears again, "Later I saw it with my own eyes. Then, the fire was raging, and he was sucked in, just like the firewood in the stove, turning into a pile of black coke."

She grabbed Han Lang again, and cried, "Master Guan, you must be the master for the grassroots—"

Han Lang tried to comfort her, but to no avail, and even worsened.Aunt Liu seemed to be planning to hold him tight and not let go, but in the end it was the aunt who dragged her away and said, "This woman is crazy, it's just that his man hasn't come back, why bother thinking about it."

Then he turned to Mrs. Liu and reprimanded, "It's just a dream, you can believe it!"

Later, Mrs. Liu's son came and took his mother back.Han Lang originally wanted to find out more about the situation, because he thought of Ma Youyi's pleadings, and then thought of the salt mine in the mountains, and felt that there must be a connection between them.But Mrs. Liu's son rejected him, saying that mother has been half crazy and half stupid these days, if she said anything, please forget it.

After finishing speaking, he helped Aunt Liu and left.

Han Lang had no choice but to go back to his own residence first, as his aunt had also left.The inn was still open, and there were a few drinkers sitting on the first floor in twos and threes.The two days of running around were really exhausting, Han Lang took out the few pockets and ordered a bowl of mung bean porridge and a plate of roast goose for himself.While waiting for the food, the dusty He Yijiu also came back, and after teasing with the proprietress, he sat directly next to Han Lang.

"What do you gain?" Han Lang asked calmly.

"I almost know it." He Yijiu replied.Han Lang found that he was really in a mess, with a dead leaf hanging on his hair and mud on his ankles.He was still wearing the linen trousers, and it seemed that he had never had a chance to change them.

He Yijiu ordered a plate of mutton and five buns.When the food was served, he didn't come out, and picked up a few chopsticks at Han Lang's side if he had nothing to do.Seeing this, Han Lang simply stretched out his chopsticks and took away the biggest piece of meat on his side. His expression remained the same, and he was rambling about, angrily, mainly complaining about Rich Man Feng's money. It's not easy to earn.

It's not easy for him either.Han Lang thought.

After dark, the drinkers dispersed, and a stained lamp was lit in the room.He Yijiu put down his chopsticks first, and ran to find the proprietress. Han Lang heard that he was asking for water to wash his feet.It seems that this person is indeed different from ordinary ruffians, knowing that he is clean.In fact, Han Lang also felt uncomfortable all over his body, but he didn't want to be idled by the proprietress, so he went out to the river by himself for a rush.When he came back, He Yijiu had already rested in the room.

There is no light in the guest room, and the sound of rats and rats can be heard in the dark.Han Lang could barely see the outline of a person, and He Yijiu sat at the end of the bed with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.As soon as I approached, I heard the other party's mournful voice: "Ah Lang..."

"how?"

The other party stood up suddenly, and the moonlight shone outside, and Han Lang vaguely felt that he saw something he shouldn't have seen... For example, the top was lifted, the chest was exposed, the muscular abdomen, the tight waist, and the two long legs , and something between the legs.

This guy didn't wear his lower body!

Han Lang felt blind again, turned around and wanted to leave, but He Yijiu quickly dragged him back.The other party is not shy at all, why should he be shy?Han Lang was born in a good family and has read the books of sages. He knows what it means to be shameless and lose one's morals.But He Yijiu is obviously not.

"Come here and help me take a look, it seems that the skin is really broken, it hurts like hell." He Yijiu said, dragging Han Lang to show him.The room was already dark, Han Lang glanced at it and found that he couldn't see anything clearly, so he said bravely, "If you break the skin, you can't bear the pain?"

"How can you bear the matter of life!" He Yijiu howled pretendingly, "If it is really bad, Xiaoqing, Taohong, Liulu, Qian'er, Meiniang... what should they do?!"

Han Lang turned black when he heard it: "How many friends do you have?!"

He Yijiu smiled like an old hooligan who has seen countless women, a pair of blue eyes glistened in the darkness: "... not many, this year there will only be five."

"Is it still divided into years?"

He Yijiu didn't answer, turned around to face the light, and continued to study his "injury".Han Lang got into bed and wanted to sleep, but He Yijiu sighed faintly: "It's all because of those pants."

Han Lang couldn't help but want to laugh.

After a while, when He Yijiu felt that He Yijiu turned over and was going to sleep, Han Lang remembered something and said, "I'll go to the salt field to have a look tomorrow."

A hairy head rubbed against his ear: "Do you have another clue?"

Han Lang then told everything he had heard before.

He Yijiu turned to lie flat, straightened his back and scratched his back while lazily responding: "Tuomeng? Do you have any explanation?"

"Ghosts who died in vain, if you want to entrust others to clear up your grievances, entrusting your dreams is also a way."

He Yijiu turned over and faced his profile again: "So?"

"The dead may not be able to speak, and even if they can speak, their thinking may not be clear. But they will definitely find a way to bring a certain scene or give a reminder object. Since Mrs. Liu remembered the dream so clearly after waking up, and she did not lie , then it’s almost the same.”

He Yijiu gave a low hum.

Han Lang closed his eyes, planning to sleep.Not long after, he heard a series of movements from He Yijiu's side, as if he was lying unsteadily.

"what happened?"

He Yijiu sat up slowly, lowered his head, and lamented: "The egg hurts."

"..."

"Check it out for me, is it broken?"

"roll."

After a while, He Yijiu still didn't stop.After all, Han Lang felt sorry for him, and felt that it was not good to ignore this vital matter, so he sat up and glanced at him.The light was still too dim, and he couldn't see anything, so he could only complain, "It's a big deal, you've been tossing so far."

He Yijiu smiled narrowly, but unfortunately Han Lang couldn't see his expression: "You can do me a favor."

"Why do you have to help me?"

"Because I can't see it myself," He Yijiu said confidently, "Besides, I'm a doctor. I know the consequences of a small injury the most."

Han Lang was a little intimidated by him, but he was still not willing to help him, so he turned over and wanted to sleep.But He Yijiu's rambling here made him not sleep well.Forget it, they are all big men anyway, so if you look carefully, you won't lose a piece of meat.Han Lang frowned, leaned over to support it with his hands, and fiddled with it a few times.

It feels a little awkward.

He Yijiu hummed, his voice was a bit strange, with a subtle nasal sound.Han Lang was in a dilemma, hesitating whether to continue, when he suddenly felt the thing in his hand tremble, and then...

I froze.

"Fuck!" Han Lang was so angry that his veins bulged, and before He Yijiu could react, he squeezed it hard.This time it was He Yijiu's scream, which made even the house tremble.Then he rolled to the end of the bed, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Sleeping!" Han Lang said angrily.Later, He Yijiu really stopped, and never bothered him again.After midnight, Han Lang had already fallen asleep.He Yijiu managed to recover from the pain, checked and found that there was no problem with being pinched, so he was relieved.

"This kid is too difficult to deal with." He looked at Han Lang who was sleeping soundly, and said to himself.

When Han Lang woke up the next day, He Yijiu was not there, so he didn't know where he had gone.He didn't think too much, and went to the saltworks according to the original plan.This time he deliberately went to a farther place, and he found a new discovery: a hidden river valley, the trees had been burned to the ground.There was still a puddle of viscous liquid on the ground. He leaned over and rubbed it up with his hands, confirming his judgment even more.

It's a pool of unburned grease.