dead person

Seeing the name of the person who sent this message, Zhou Yun immediately pulled over the car and muttered to himself on the phone.

Isn't it, you have to be crazy to admit such an idea.

He opened the location with his slender fingers, zoomed in and out of the location several times, and then pursed his mouth: "What is this kid doing in such a remote place?"

Another photo?

After seeing clearly what the dark mass in the photo was, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

Dog things, go out to play with little moon and don't take me with you.

He dialed the phone number that he had already memorized by heart in a smooth manner, murmured words that he wanted to curse for a while, and waited for a long time, but only waited for a sentence that the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable.

"Du Changyuan, you are getting better and better now, you don't even answer the phone."

After Zhou Yun gritted his teeth, he made a few more phone calls but no one answered, and threw away the phone cursingly.

"If you don't pick it up, don't pick it up, I won't go to you anyway, cut!"

On the other side, the mobile phone that had been turned on several times in the small backpack finally ran out of power and turned off.The few bear children who were attracted by the ringtone of the mobile phone showed great interest in looking at the black cat carrying a small backpack in front of them.

The children looked at each other and surrounded the little moon who hadn't eaten for many days. After chasing after me for a while, they grabbed the small backpack on its back and lifted the little moon together.

The small backpack on his back was roughly ripped off from its back by the brat. While all the brats were focusing on the backpack, Little Moon turned around and ran into a dark alley.

A few brats opened their backpacks and saw a phone with a broken screen, somewhat disappointed.The older one glared at his companion and shook the phone in his hand.

"Hey, I thought it was some kind of treasure, it's just such a rag..." As he spoke, he stuffed his hand into his pocket under the eyes of his companion who dared not speak out.

These days, Du Wenhu has broken his heart because of Du Changyuan.Ever since a few people in the village got together and secretly had a small meeting, their two views have always been at odds.

As for Du Wenhu, he was naturally inclined to let Chang Yuan live in pain.

When a person dies like a lamp goes out, he is not willing to give Chang Chang a happy time.

However, the rest of the people were too tough and unwilling to compromise, so he also found it difficult.Could it be that Uncle Guoquan listened to their advice and really killed that kid.

It was also expected that Du Guoquan saw Wenhu.These people in the village like to hide everything in their hearts, so Du Wenhu is just like bluffing all day long.

"You're here for the long run, aren't you?"

"Uncle Guoquan, I think, we can't just let Changyuan die so easily. You have seen how miserable my kid was when he died..."

Du Guoquan squinted his eyes. He couldn't remember clearly what happened so long ago. He only remembered that Du Wenhu howled for several days, and many people like him in the village also secretly wiped their tears for a few days.

"How is the long run now?"

"I have a slight fever. It's not a problem. The scourge can live for thousands of years. It won't die for a while." Du Wenhu waved his hand at Du Guoquan indifferently.

With him taking care of him at all times, even if Du Changyuan wanted to die, he couldn't.

"Wenhu, you need to know that Ye Changyuan has many dreams. Changyuan has lived outside these years. You said that if someone came to the village, what would you do if that person took Changyuan away?"

"Didn't your son die in vain?"

Du Wenhu was taken aback: "But isn't the way into the village landslide and make it impossible to get in?"

Guoquan sighed, hey, talking to such a person is really tiring.

"I'm getting old, and I can't take care of many things anymore. What is the best way to deal with long-term things, you can think about it carefully when you go back. If you really can't figure it out, you can talk to other people in the village."

After Du Guoquan said these words, he pushed Du Wenhu out the door.In the past few days, he also figured it out. For the sake of their enmity, he didn't need to get involved, and let them figure out a way to solve it.

Anyway, as long as you can't get out of this village in the long run, that's enough.

As for the outsiders, he smiled contemptuously, hummed a little song and went up to the attic.

Wen Hu tossed and turned Du Guoquan's words without trying to understand. He went back and told Xie Changlan that Xie Changlan slapped him on the back of the head.

"You have really lived to the belly of a dog at this age. What you people are going to do now is to kill people. Uncle Guoquan is so shrewd, will he get involved in your crap?"

"But, don't I just want to live forever?"

Xie Changlan clicked her tongue, threw down the towel in her hand and slapped the table angrily: "Why did I follow such an idiot like you? Uncle Ren Guoquan sent Mingzhe to tell you that if you don't do anything again, Du Changyuan will be killed." Did someone fish it out?"

Du Wenhu was still bewildered, his eyes rolled twice in his sockets, and then he suddenly realized: "You mean, Uncle Guoquan asked us to quickly give Changyuan..."

He didn't say the word "killed", but just raised his hand and made a gesture of touching his neck.

Xie Changlan rolled his eyes at him, and continued to busy with his work.

"The road out of the village has collapsed. It's probably not a big deal to us, but I don't know if it will affect the town outside. If the officials and lords outside come to repair the road at that time, we can't hide this matter. "

"Du Wenhu, let me tell you, you can watch the fun in the long run, but you can't be fooled by someone. We don't have any deep hatred with him, so there's no need to involve ourselves in it."

"How can I, I'm not stupid..."

Du Wenhu responded, and didn't speak any more. He sat alone in the yard for more than an hour, and got up as if he had made up his mind.

"Hey, where are you going..."

Xie Changlan's call, he walked out as if he didn't hear it.

Early the next morning, Du Changyuan heard footsteps outside the door.

The long-term low-grade fever made him a little dizzy, and he couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly.The man stood in front of him, looked at him for a long time before laughing.

"Who are you?" Du Changyuan's lips were chapped and peeled, and after he said a few words, tiny bloodshots oozed from the cracked place.

The man walked up to him, lifted the quilt and rolled up his trousers, grasped his swollen and purple calf mercilessly, and kneaded him without any hesitation about his struggle.

He didn't let go of his hand until he thought he was going to die of pain in that place, picked him up like a rag doll, and carried him on his back.

The man carried him on his back, turned around and found his suitcase from the room, and walked out of the yard together.

When it was dawn, Du Wenhu ate his fill at home, and then walked leisurely to Changhong's house.After walking through so many houses last night, I don't know if any of them couldn't resist.

From a distance, he saw the gate of Changhong's house was wide open, standing there with a weird smile on his face.

The thorn in everyone's heart just disappeared.

Smoke was everywhere in the village, and everyone was still as busy with their little days as before Du Changyuan came. It was as if that name had never appeared in the village.

At this moment, Du Changyuan felt that his body was so weak that it didn't seem like his own.Opening his eyes occasionally, the surroundings are pitch black, he can no longer tell whether it is night or day, and how long he has been like this.

Every so often, someone would pour an unpleasant medicinal soup into his mouth, and then he would feel clearer, and the fatigue in his body would disappear a bit.

As his body gradually recovered, his consciousness became more and more clear, but the time he was awake was still not much, and the chances of seeing that person became less and less.

The man seemed to be able to count the time he was awake, and every time he woke up, there was a bowl of steaming medicinal soup in his hand.

He didn't know who that person was, nor did he know his intention to bring him here, nor did he know where he was now, and whether he was just hiding somewhere to observe him.

The only thing he knew, probably, was that the person didn't seem to want him to die.

At this point, it's probably something to be thankful for.

As his body recovered, one day when he woke up again, a light was turned on in the dark room.

The lamp was randomly hung on a beam above the head with wires. The light was yellow and orange, and it could only illuminate two or three meters around.

And on the simple canopy bed he was lying on, there was an extra iron chain, which fixed his hands and feet at the head and end of the bed.

Struggling to no avail, cold sweat poured out all over his body, the swelling at the ankle has subsided a bit, but he can still feel the bone-piercing pain.

The existence of that lamp made him understand that the person was probably watching him from a nearby position that he couldn't see.However, the man still didn't meet him or talk to him.

Half asleep, half awake, the only thing he could hear were heavy footsteps and the lapping of the waves.

The sound of the waves lapping made him fall into a deep dream.He vaguely saw a child trying to swim towards him from the water.

The child seemed to have been soaked in the water for a long time, his body was a little swollen, and the features on his face were crowded together, making him unable to see his face clearly for a while.

clap clap...

The child strenuously swam to his side, grabbed his ankle which was struggling to retreat, and yellow-green corpse fluid leaked from the fingers of his already swollen hands.

The more he struggled, the tighter the hand on his foot grasped, as if he was going to sink into the deep water with him.

"Brother Changyuan...Brother Changyuan..."

The shrill shouts made him feel like his head was about to explode.

Dream, it must be a dream, I want to wake up soon.

"Oh!"

The real sense of weightlessness made him no longer care about the pain in his ankle and the weakness of his body, and he waved his limbs like crazy...

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was thrown into the water...

After taking a sip of water, he opened his eyes suddenly.He stood up hard, and the water in the small pool just flooded to his chest.