dead person

The ninth day of November is suitable for funerals.

After breakfast, people from the village rushed over from their homes.

Du Changyuan changed into black clothes and a filial hat, and walked at the forefront of the team.

Although the funeral looked more grand than Changsheng's funeral, it also seemed extremely deserted. Along the way, the only sounds could be the heavy breathing of the coffin bearers and Du Changhong's unbearable crying.

The early morning sun shone through the mist on the grass of the cemetery, and the few people who had been waiting at the cemetery to help dig the pit squatted on the side of the road. When they heard footsteps, they quickly extinguished the cigarettes in their hands and moved out of the way.

On Changsheng's new tomb, there are still a few unburned incense sticks, and a big hole has been dug next to it. The surrounding soil is piled high, and there are some footprints in all directions.

Seeing the deep pit, Du Changyuan felt a little uncomfortable.He turned his head and took a few deep breaths, counting the number of people following him to divert the fatal feeling of suffocation in his heart.

Nineteen if you count yourself.

Guoquan walked to the forefront of the team, grabbed the soil from the grave and threw a few handfuls into the pit, recited some sacrificial rites such as ashes to ashes to ashes, and ordered the people around him to quickly stabilize the coffin. It fell in steadily.

As soon as the coffin fell to the ground, there was a clicking sound.

Du Changhong was startled, and hurriedly wanted to move forward, but was grabbed by someone.

"Changhong, it's okay. It's not that your parents are still alive now. According to the rules, Xiujuan should be buried next to your parents' grave. So we just found Changyuan's place and dug a hole."

"That noise, it must be that the fragments of the coffin that Changyuan didn't pick up before were crushed."

Chang Hong was pulled aside, and everyone hurriedly repaired the grave, wiped the corners of the eyes of those who got along well with Xiujuan on weekdays, and lit a few sticks of incense brought from home.

After finishing all this, Guo Quan waved his hands to everyone, leaving only father and son in the cemetery.

Leaning on a stick, Guoquan first went to see Du Wenhu, then went from Du Wenhu's house to every house in the village, and finally stopped outside Wang Changlin's house.

Over the years, this was the only person he was a little uncertain about.

After entering the courtyard, he saw piles of paper dust in the corner of the wall, and traces of wax oil on the stones around the courtyard wall.

All the doors past the courtyard were tightly locked.He walked around the yard a few times before Wang Changlin came back from the outside.

"came back?"

Seeing Guoquan at his house, Wang Changlin was also a little surprised: "Uncle Guoquan, why are you here?"

He took a step towards Guoquan's left, trying to block the burnt paper ash in the corner.

"Well, I'll come over and have a look." Guoquan pointed to the locked doors, "There are no outsiders in our village, so you must be too vigilant."

"Uncle Guoquan is right."

"Recently, the village has been a bit uneasy, so I said to look around. For us old men, they will always be juniors in the long run, and the elders will inevitably have to bear more."

"Yes." Wang Changlin stood beside him, lowered his head and said yes repeatedly, without moving a single step, and did not show any signs of chatting with him.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Du Guoquan's heart: "You have been in our village for so many years, if there is anything you need to help, you can tell me. Although I am old, I care about you juniors the most."

"Uncle Xie Guoquan, I will. If you still have something to do in the village, Uncle Guoquan, you can do it first. I still have some work to do and I have to go out again."

When Guoquan returned to the attic, he was still sorting out the information about Wang Changlin in his mind.He just vaguely remembered that such a family moved into the village and lived in the most remote location in the village.

Because of the inconspicuous location and the fact that they are honest and do not like to deal with people in the village, they have never taken that family to heart.

Standing on the attic, he glanced around the village and saw Wang Changlin wearing thin clothes weeding the field, and the restless thoughts in his heart were suppressed a little.

He met all these people in the village, but he still couldn't figure out how it was possible for them to have the kind of murderer who killed the same village.

Could it be that he really got old and began to make mistakes in his judgment?

Thinking of this, he shook his head and laughed again.I am Du Guoquan, and Du Guoquan is someone who never makes mistakes.

When Changhong returned home, Du Wenhu was half squatting outside the gate.

"Hey, your father and son are back. I'm almost starving to death. You said that you made my hand hurt like this. You can't really send me away like an old hen."

"What do you want?" Du Changyuan narrowed his eyes and stared at him impatiently.

Coming from the cemetery, the gloom in my heart felt a little better, and when I saw this rascal in a blink of an eye, I felt extremely impatient in an instant.

"At least you have to take care of three meals a day. I saw it when Xiujuan was alive. There are more than ten hens in your chicken coop..."

"What does that have to do with you?"

Wen Hu avoided Du Changyuan, only thinking that talking to the younger generation would lose his seniority.He walked up to Changhong, held his injured hand and started howling.

"Ouch, my hand... Ouch..."

"Chang Yuan, forget it..." Chang Hong stopped Chang Yuan who clenched his fists, opened the door and turned to Wen Hu and said, "Stop acting, come in."

"Hmph, you're smart. Let me tell you clearly, my hand was injured, and my wife..."

"Ask Chang Lan to come along, it's just an extra chopstick."

Du Wenhu grinned, and shouted at the straw stack behind the wall: "Daughter-in-law, come out, we have another old hen to eat today."

Just as Changhong killed the chicken, Xie Changlan had already boiled the water. After taking the chicken away from him, the smell of rice wafted from the kitchen after a while.

The couple gobbled it up, and didn't even bother to talk. When they couldn't eat any more chicken, they wiped their oily mouths and stopped their movements.

He picked up a toothpick and picked his teeth: "Changhong, don't feel sorry for your old hen. None of us know that the two of you will die next. Let me tell you, you should think about it, It’s only when the meat is eaten in your own stomach that it’s really taken away.”

Hearing these words, Du Changhong felt that he could no longer suppress his anger, he slammed the table and yelled at Du Wenhu.

"What's wrong, a chicken can't stop your stinking mouth? I, Du Changhong, have a tough life. Even if your whole family is dead, both of us, father and son, will live well."

Du Wenhu didn't argue with him, and he wasn't stupid himself, he couldn't beat him even if he hurt a hand. Besides, he didn't come here to get angry with others.

He stood up and ran out with his wife in a blink of an eye: "I also hope you live longer, otherwise it would be a pity to have so many old hens. I will bring my wife over for chicken noodle soup at night..."

Du Changhong violently overturned the table, and the bowls and chopsticks on the table fell to the ground and shattered.Du Changyuan watched all this with cold eyes, turned around and followed Du Wenhu out of the courtyard without saying a word.

"You go, don't come back."

The voice behind him was thrown far away by him.He wandered aimlessly in the village, and those small roads gradually overlapped with the map he had memorized.

Finally, he stopped at the crossing out of the village and was in a daze.

Although he wasn't the murderer of the two murders in this village, all of these had something to do with him.

The dagger stuck in Du Changsheng's chest, and what he never said... the bottle of medicine that Xiujuan drank.

That bottle was not a common poison at all, but a bottle of realgar wine that he had been carrying with him before.And the realgar wine was one of the few relics left by the adoptive father who rescued him back before his death.

He clearly remembered that before the death of his adoptive father, he was forced to remember the toxicity and effects of the things he left behind. As for the realgar wine, he only told one person in this village.

And it was that person who drank the small half bottle of poisoned wine in one gulp.

He knew that besides believing in the broken curse, all the people now believed that there was a conflict between the mother and the son, so he was angry and wanted to leave. When Changhong chased him, Xiujuan couldn't help but drank the medicine.

And what he wants to ask more is, even if she must die, why did Bing Yao choose to die at such a time and in such a way?

He has searched the inside and outside of the house many times, but he can't find the slightest clue.

If you leave now, you will never have a chance to solve this question for the rest of your life.

Guoquan stood on the attic, looking at the young figure standing at the intersection out of the village, with unconcealable envy in his eyes.

It's nice to be young, if only he could be that young now.Changing places, if I am standing in a long-term position now, I will definitely escape from this terrible village like crazy.

People who have lived to their age are talking about life and death all day long, and they know better than anyone else in their hearts that there is nothing more important than living healthy.

He waited expectantly for Du Changyuan, who was standing at the intersection, to make a decision, and his right hand was on the gear on the side of the attic that hadn't been moved for many years.

Little Moon ran out from nowhere, with a few yellowed cockleburs on her body, she rubbed against his feet obediently, and walked towards the road leaving the village.

After walking a few meters away, it turned its head and looked at him with some doubts.

At this moment, Du Changyuan laughed. It turned out that it was so easy to make a choice.He walked quickly to the little moon, hugged it and rubbed its little head.

"Little Moon, just wait a little longer. Let's leave this ghost place together after I figure everything out."

Du Guoquan, who was standing on the attic, saw him stepping on the road out of the village, turned around and held the gear with both hands, and turned the gear to the left a few times with all his strength.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers heard a loud noise from the entrance of the village.