dead person

Du Changyuan followed behind the little moon, quickly climbed over the courtyard wall, and landed in the shadow where the moonlight could not even shine.After standing there for a while, he made sure that there was no movement in the room before continuing to walk towards the attic.

In the entire attic, only the inner part of the first floor was lit with dim yellow light.Du Changyuan gently pushed the window open a small crack, and the light in the room flickered with his movement of pushing the window.

The lights in the room were turned off, and Du Guoquan's crutches were standing beside the bed. He was wearing a thick black padded jacket, and was holding a three-finger-thick candle in front of the mirror in the room.

The mirror was as tall as a person, and Du Guoquan's distorted face was reflected in the cold mirror.

"You can't be like this, the village will be completely messed up like this. At that time, everyone can't leave. Do you still hope that it will happen like before?"

When he said this, the face in the mirror was full of grief and worry, as if he wanted to break out of the mirror and beat up the person in front of him.

However, after a few seconds of dead silence, the man tilted his head, raised his hand to cover his mouth and laughed.

"Du Guoquan, put away your hypocrisy, even if those old things are dead, what does it matter to me?"

He raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose: "I, I, Du Guoquan, are the ruler of this village. Those who are disobedient should die..."

"Die, it's easy for you to say, it's all human life, everyone gets along day and night, don't you have a trace of intolerance in your heart?"

"Can't bear it? What can I not bear? As long as they are obedient, I will try my best to catch that person, but they always want to escape from here, so what can I do?"

"Then let them all die. I want to let them know that even if they are all dead and under the Nine Springs, they still cannot escape the control of Du Guoquan."

"Do you still have humanity? How can you guarantee that you won't be the next one to die?"

Du Guoquan's face was full of rage, and he pointed at the other party with hatred, and the him in the mirror also maintained the same posture as him, a tit-for-tat look.

The cold wind outside the window swayed, and the light of the candle in his hand flickered. He stretched out his hand to protect the candle like a conditioned reflex, and then coughed loudly.

When he raised his head again, he turned back into the sad and serious Du Guoquan that everyone saw every day.

The fatigue during the day made Du Changhong sleep very deeply.

In a daze, a thick white mist surged in front of his eyes, he looked around curiously, and continued to walk forward in a daze.

In the depths of the mist, the voice of that argument kept coming.Du Changhong felt that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it should belong to.

He walked towards the direction of the sound, and saw people in the village gathered outside a courtyard and shouting something loudly.

Everyone in the crowd was furious, and he walked through the crowd like a transparent person, walking towards the familiar courtyard door that he could no longer be familiar with.

His body passed through the courtyard door and floated to the hospital bed in the room in two or three steps.

Lying on the hospital bed was a pale young man with bright red lips, his head covered in sweat profusely sinking into the bed, the quilt under him had been soaked into a human silhouette by his sweat.

Du Changhong only took one look at the boy, and his eyes filled with tears.

This is……

Outside the yard, there was a loud commotion, as well as Xiujuan's cries and curses.

He floated out of the ward lightly, and saw Xiujuan at that time clutching the barefoot doctor in the village and pushing through the crowd and running towards the room.He ignored the hair that was pulled loose by the villagers and the fist that was hit.

The barefoot doctor walked to the hospital bed, only glanced at the lying boy, and frowned.He stretched out his hand to feel the boy's pulse, and then turned his head to look at the group of people outside the yard.

The brows were furrowed even tighter.

After struggling with his eyes several times, he finally got up and put the boy's hand back under the quilt, and shook his head at Zhao Xiujuan. Zhao Xiujuan's body froze, and she passed out.

As for him, he saw the young man lying on the hospital bed stretch out his hand towards him at that time, and grabbed his wrist.

The village doctor looked at the couple in front of him with pity and indifference, and the outstretched hands: "Changhong, it's time for you to make a choice."

Hearing these words, Du Changhong felt his hair stand on end for an instant.He immediately rushed over and wanted to grab the boy's hand, and wanted to make himself at that time never let go of the boy's hand.

However, his body just passed through those two people, and he watched helplessly as he opened the boy's fingers one by one, letting go of the hands that he was still stubbornly stretching out towards him.

"No... no... in the long run... in the long run..."

In his sleep, Du Changhong frowned and struggled on the bed, trying to escape from the scene, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

Seeing his painful expression, the gray-haired old man's facial features stretched slightly.He sat on the head of the bed, and unscrupulously stretched out his hand to outline it from between his furrowed brows.

If your son doesn't show up, Du Changyuan, you should spend your whole life regretting like this.

Do you know how much I hate seeing you and your wife living your life happily every day?

He stood up, playing with a small cloth bag in his hand, and started rummaging through the room as he paced.

The things brought by the young people who came back from outside can be seen at a glance to be different from the things in these places.

He wandered around the room casually for a long time, picked up a small gadget, put it in his pocket, and disappeared into the vast night.

It was not until he walked for a long time that Du Changhong, who was sleeping, struggled to wake up from the dream with his eyelids twitching.

The clothes on his body were already wet with sweat, he got up and put on a dress, and ran towards the room next door.

That dream was so real.

The truth made him feel as if it happened yesterday.

As soon as he opened the door of the next room, Little Moon ran to his feet.He bent down and hugged Little Moon, and Du Changyuan's voice came from behind him.

"What are you doing with me here in the middle of the night without sleeping?"

Du Changyuan's body was still covered with the cool moisture from outside.

"What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Du Changyuan took Little Moon from his arms, walked around him and closed the door: "If you have nothing to do, I'll go to bed first."

"I..." Changhong stood in front of the door, his raised hand hung in the air for a long time, but finally he didn't knock.

Du Changyuan was lying on the bed, and the little moon wheezed and crawled up to his chest into a ball. He tugged its little ears and smiled, then began to sort out the thoughts in his mind.

When Changsheng died, everyone except him had an alibi.Moreover, the knife on the chest is indeed his.

And these days after Changsheng's death, he didn't hear any gossip about him from anyone. Even Du Changhong made it clear that Changsheng didn't have any grudges on weekdays.

If it is for money, it is even more impossible. When Du Changsheng died, the poor did not have a decent clothes to wear.

As for Zhao Xiujuan's death, besides him, who else knew about the realgar wine?

Du Changyuan sighed helplessly, feeling that there were so many clues, and he couldn't find out if he wanted to check.

Every day, Changhong was busy until dark before returning home.Du Changyuan took the cat and ran around chatting with him from house to house. After getting acquainted with each other, there was occasionally someone who was bored and willing to chat with him about such insignificant things.

After working so many days, Du Changyuan felt even more helpless.Adding up all the things I inquired about, it was nothing more than some parents' short-sightedness.

Who grows the best crops, whose wife cooks the most fragrant vegetables, whose flowers are so fragrant that people can't walk around.

On this day, Du Changyuan couldn't wait for Changhong to come back until it was dark.

He teased Little Moon a little bored, and somehow remembered what Du Wenhu said.

The next one to die was one of the father and son.

He secretly scolded himself for being nervous, but his body pushed open the door honestly.Even if he didn't know what Changhong did these days, the people in the village had already told him thousands of times.

This person came back late, and it seemed that he really should go and have a look.

As for what Du Wenhu said back then, since I haven't remembered it yet, let's just pretend it didn't happen.

He walked all the way to the entrance of the village, but he couldn't see the somewhat familiar figure.

For the past two days, the weather has turned cold, and it has started to rain lightly.When he reached the entrance of the village, he saw that the road out of the village had been artificially dug out a long trench several meters long.

The rubble and branches that were originally piled on the road were moved to the sides little by little, and they could roughly walk forward for a distance of about... about ten meters.

Du Changyuan was a little speechless. If he continued to dig like this, he might never get out of the village by this road in his entire life.

The roadside that had just been dug was wet from the rain, and the soft soil would sink to the instep of the foot when stepped on.

Du Changyuan took a few strenuous steps forward, and saw a figure in yellow mud leaning against the shadow of a large clump of trees by the side of the road in front of him, motionless.

He was startled, and an ominous thought flashed in his heart.He stood on the spot and fed the figure several times, but the figure was still lying there without any movement.

Holding his breath, he walked carefully in front of the figure.He was very sure that when Du Changhong left this morning, he was wearing the same clothes.

He stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the figure's shoulder, and the figure slid to the side like a kite, and fell towards the cliff beside the road.

All this fell into the eyes of Du Wenhu who secretly followed from home, and Du Wenhu's voice sounded like killing a pig in the village.

"It's been a long time to kill..."