dead person

"Whether we can leave now or not seems to be out of our hands."

Du Changyuan pondered for a while, and asked in a low voice: "After I left today, who did you meet, what did you say, and what happened, you all told me in detail."

"I always feel that this matter is not that simple."

Hearing what Du Changyuan said, Changhong's eyes, which were originally lifeless, gradually gathered together.That's right, Xiujuan's body is not cold, so she has no right to cry here.

So, he carefully sorted out his thoughts, drank the hot water in his hand in one gulp, and started talking from the moment Chang Changyuan left the house.

His speaking speed became slower and slower, and those familiar names popped out of his mouth one by one, and the expression on his face gradually became serious from the beginning.

When he said that the two met, Du Changyuan sorted out all the names he had mentioned.

"Are they all suspicious?" Chang Hong looked at the familiar names, but still couldn't believe it.

Du Changyuan didn't answer. Although there were only a dozen people in the village, he still couldn't remember their names and faces, let alone where they lived.

He rummaged through the box for a long time before he found a sketchbook that he always carried with him from the bottom and handed it to Changhong: "You don't have to think about anything else. Can you draw a picture of the distribution of the village? You don't need to draw too much." Fine, you only need to draw a rough outline, and then write the name of the person who is currently living in each position."

"you want?"

"En." After speaking, Du Changyuan took off the black coat he was wearing today, took the pillowcase and took the sketchbook that Du Changhong handed over, turned around and disappeared outside the door.

He turned his head to look at the two figures reflected by the lights in the room, and then lowered his head to familiarize himself with the crooked map, and then jumped out of the room by stepping on the broken vat.

If the murderer was really among those people, there would always be a trace of clues left on the day of the murder.

After running for a long distance with his body bent, he ran briskly along the path to the set target points, and the moon followed him not to be outdone.

I ran to several houses in a row, but the lights were all turned off, and there were bursts of snoring in the room.Unwilling to give up, he first ordered the moon to jump into those people's yards, and then followed behind the moon to secretly look at the people in the house.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Du Changyuan couldn't help feeling a little anxious.He thought about the few remaining people on the list, and gave priority to those with relatively familiar names.

Du Wenhu!

If he remembered correctly, it should be the one whose hand was injured today.It's impossible to go to bed so early.

Outside the courtyard wall, the moon jumped into the courtyard with ease, and swaggered towards the direction where the lights were still on.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Du Changyuan heard the sound of throwing things and cursing in the yard.

"Where did the wild cat come from in the middle of the night, it's unlucky for me."

Perhaps it was because the action of throwing things was too violent and touched the wound on his hand, he grinned in pain and hissed.

"You just got hurt so don't be so angry, what are you doing with that bastard?" Xie Changlan slapped him on the shoulder with a backhand, and cursed at Du Wenhu.

Damn, did a lot of years live on the dog?It's fine to watch the fun, but can you listen to that old guy Guoquan?

My hand is about to break and I don't know how to stop. I'm so exhausted.

After being slapped, Du Wenhu became furious instantly, stood up and wanted to pull her hair with his left hand.If you dare to fight him, this girl might not want to live.

Xie Changlan didn't hide, she let him pull her hair, snorted coldly and said, "Do you still think you are a good hand in this village?"

Her eyes stared at his injured hand unabashedly: "You hit me, I'll just watch you beat me to death, who in this village cares about a cripple like you."

"Or, that old man Du Guoquan will give you retirement?"

"If you disrespect Uncle Guoquan again, I will beat you to death today and don't want you to serve me. What do you know, a mother-in-law? If you know how powerful Uncle Guoquan is..."

Xie Changlan rolled his eyes in disdain: "Even if he has accumulated a little prestige in this village in the past? Now it's the young people's world. Look at it, it's only been a few days since their parents came back from the outside, and the village is in chaos. What's up?"

"Chaos? That's just a temporary thing. You haven't seen that battle more than ten years ago. At that time, Changhong was still in his prime. Didn't he have to kill his own son in the end?"

Hearing this, no matter how indifferent Du Changyuan was, he couldn't believe what he heard.

How absurd that someone would kill his own son with his own hands?

So, he has always had that attitude towards himself.

Although Du Changyuan didn't want to believe this, all of Du Changhong's behavior after returning to the village can now be explained clearly.

However, what does this matter have to do with Du Guoquan?

When Du Wenhu said this, Xie Changlan's voice softened a bit: "Wenhu, you said that if our child is still alive, he should be about the same age as Chang Changyuan now."

"Yeah, the two of us should be able to hug our grandson now." Speaking of his son, the fierce expression on Du Wenhu's face softened.

There was also unconcealed regret in his tone.

He let go of his hand, and patted Xie Changlan on the shoulder: "It's been so many years, there's nothing to be sad about. Don't worry, Uncle Guoquan will definitely seek justice for our son."

"What's fair? Didn't our son die by accident?"

"If you say you're stupid, you still don't admit it. In our entire village, all the children of the same age as Chang Yuan have died. Do you still think it's an accident?"

"No..." Xie Changlan covered her mouth in surprise, and looked at her man in disbelief.

On weekdays, it's okay for him to stand up for the power of the country without thinking too much, but he still has something to hide from himself?

"No, Du Wenhu, tell me clearly, what is not an accident? Do you mean... our son was killed by someone?"

Du Wenhu was irritated by her yelling, and quickly covered her mouth with his hand: "Don't yell, this is a taboo in our village."

"What can't you say? Du Wenhu, do you really care about it? He is also your own son. You know he was killed by someone, and he has been holding back for so many years like a grandson?"

Xie Changlan pushed him away, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Why can't we shout about this? We should call the police quickly, arrest the person who killed our son, and let him pay for our son's life."

"Otherwise, how wronged our son would be." Speaking of this, Xie Changlan punched Du Wenhu hard again.

Du Wenhu was a little sad, the 1.8-meter man felt pain in his chest from Xie Changlan, who had just reached his shoulder, punching and punching.The pain of losing his son was no less than that of Xie Changlan.

It's just that so many years have passed, and the murderer died in front of their eyes, and everything at that time is meaningless to pursue.

"Since you have said so, tell me quickly, who is the one who killed our son?"

"He..."

Du Changyuan, who heard this with his ears open, couldn't help leaning forward, for fear that he might not be able to hear the next name.But accidentally stepped on a few stones and slipped.

An exclamation was swallowed by him, he quickly squatted down, and patted the little moon beside him.

Xiao Yueyue jumped out of him knowingly, and jumped onto the wall in front of Du Wenhu and his wife.

"I remember that there are no such cats and dogs in our village. Where did this dead cat come from? It's really unlucky to appear and disappear." Du Wenhu, who was halfway through the sentence, saw the black cat again, and felt in his heart. The evil fire does not hit one place.

If he didn't hurt his hand now, he must see whether it is true or not that people say cat meat is sour.Now that his hand was injured, even this beast would bully him, Du Wenhu.

"Go, go, get out!" Xie Changlan casually threw the things in her hand at Little Moon, then turned her head and said to Wen Hu, "Who else could it be? The cat?"

Xie Changlan wanted to continue asking the topic just now, but Du Wenhu, who was impatient, stood up abruptly, picked up a brick from under the courtyard wall with his uninjured left hand, and chased after Little Moon.

Little Moon was agile, running fast along the edge of the wall, leading Du Wenhu to the opposite direction of Chang Yuan's hiding place, and finally stopped at the highest position, leaning over to look at Du Wenhu, with a pair of cat eyes glowing green under the light of the flashlight.

Du Wenhu's anger grew even bigger, he put the flashlight in Xie Changlan's hand, and with his left hand, he threw the brick towards the little moon.

"Bah, I just said that it looks so unpleasant, and Du Changhong's family really doesn't have a good thing."

Because he was not used to using his left hand, after the brick was thrown out, it landed straight two or three meters away from Little Moon.

Little Moon stood there, waiting until the brick fell to the ground, then jumped off the wall with a mocking meow.

"Slow down, your hand is still hurt." Xie Changlan chased after him worriedly, looked at the little black cat that had already run away, and turned around to comfort him.

"You didn't say just who the person who killed our son is?"

Du Wenhu scolded a few more words impatiently, his eyebrows twitched together: "Why are you asking so many questions? I'm still your man, won't I avenge our son's revenge?"

"Don't bother me, go to sleep." Du Wenhu pushed Xie Wenlan cursingly, turned his head to look in the direction of Du Changhong's house, and closed the door with a bang.

"No, what did I say, you are like eating a firecracker?"

Xie Changlan wanted to ask again, but Du Wenhu flipped the switch, turned over in the dark, his eyes bright.