dead person

People shouted, full of panic.Guoquan took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Why are you panicking? Everyone hurry home and go to do what to do."

"Changhong, take Xiujuan and walk with me." At the end, his eyes swept over Du Changyuan, "You come with me too."

Changhong didn't speak, but looked at his son who appeared out of the blue with a strange look, and pushed Zhao Xiujuan to follow Du Guoquan.

After thinking about it all night last night, Du Changhong couldn't figure out why Changyuan was still alive.Even if someone really passed by the village at that time, there would not be such a lunatic to dig open the new grave to see if the person buried inside is dead or not.

Even when he came back yesterday, he felt pity for a moment and wanted to keep him, it was just to make up for the debts of the previous years.

It's only been one night now, and Changsheng died, all of this is too much of a coincidence.

The village has been peaceful for so many years. Could it be that the curse back then was real?So in the long run now, is it a human or a ghost?

Guoquan stood outside the door and took several deep breaths before pushing open the bedroom door where Changsheng was asleep.The creaking sound of the yellowed wooden door made several people feel hairy.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood rushed over.The room is neat and tidy, and it hasn't changed much from before.

The quilt on the bed was half lifted, and the quilt was already soaked and dyed red with blood. Half of Chang Sheng's body was turned over, and a short knife used for peeling fruit was stuck in his chest, and all the blades were buried in the flesh. , only the handle of the knife was tightly held in his right hand.

The facial features on his face were wrinkled in pain, and there were dried blood scabs attached to the corners of his mouth.And his left hand stretched forward slightly, as if he wanted to hold something.

Guoquan stretched out his hand to pinch the stiffness of his corpse, and said slowly, "Looking at the appearance of Changsheng's corpse, it should have been two or three hours since he died. What do you guys think?"

Zhao Xiujuan hid behind Changhong in fear, looked at Du Changyuan, took another step and tugged at Changyuan's sleeve: "Changyuan, don't look at it if you're afraid, it's okay, mother is here..."

Changhong followed Guoquan's gaze and looked at Du Changyuan: "What about you, what do you think? Our village has been quiet for so long, why did Changsheng die as soon as you came back?"

Du Changyuan smiled at Zhao Xiujuan, patted the back of her hand and walked to the bed: "When we came in, the door opened as soon as we pushed it. Judging by his posture, it is clear that he came to call him this morning. Someone lifted the quilt and turned him over."

After finishing speaking, Du Changyuan took two steps back, and lay down on the ground in front of the bed imitating Changsheng: "You see, although he was lying on his side at that time, the handle of the knife was also in his hand. Here, the gesture of his hand stretched out, does it look like... there were other people present at that time?"

"If there were other people present at the time, even if that person was not the murderer, it must have something to do with his death."

Guoquan's eyes darkened: "You also saw what happened yesterday. Everyone spent the night outside the ancestral hall. If Changsheng was really killed, who would the murderer be?"

"Zuo is just someone from the village..."

"It's easy for you to say, people in the village?" Chang Hong interrupted Chang Yuan with a sneer, "Then tell me, where did you go after you left the ancestral hall in the middle of the night last night?"

"I just went to the toilet. Why, this makes me a suspect?" Du Changyuan sneered, and the feeling he had been feeling all along was indeed correct.

Du Changhong, who is his father in name, doesn't seem to want him back at all.

In other words, he didn't want him to live at all.

He became more and more curious about what he had forgotten back then. A father would doubt his child for the first time like this.

"Changhong, you are crazy, how could it be Changyuan? Changyuan just came back, and he doesn't know the way in the village, how could he kill people without anyone noticing."

Zhao Xiujuan looked at the person next to her in disbelief: "These years, I just thought it was because you lost Changyuan and felt uncomfortable, and your temper became more and more weird. I never thought...our son finally came back, but you... Treat him like this."

"What do you make our son think?" Zhao Lijuan's voice was slightly crying, and she stepped firmly in front of Chang Yuan.

"Uncle Guoquan, I don't know the big truth as a woman, I just believe that we will never do this in the long run. Changsheng... Changsheng has become like this, and I feel bad. The murderer, the murderer must be someone else..."

"Uncle Guoquan, let's call the police. When the police come, we will surely catch the bad guy who killed Changsheng..."

Zhao Xiujuan was afraid that Guoquan would listen to Changhong's words, so she begged him.The curse in the village doesn't matter anymore, even if something happens in the village, even if it takes her life, she still has to protect her children.

She has already lost it once, and she can no longer bear the pain of losing it again...

What's more, she believed that it would definitely not be her child.

Du Changyuan looked at Zhao Xiujuan who stood in front of him, and could only see the pale hair on top of her head.He stared at the ground with red eyes and said nothing, just waiting for the two people opposite him to reply.

Because of myself, everyone had an alibi last night, only the fact that I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night was not clear.

If they don't believe it...

Guoquan's eyes were deep, and Zhao Xiujuan's words made him sneer in his heart.

Call the police?Tell the police about this village, and the police will think that everyone in their village is delusional and lunatic.

Do you want him to tell the police that because of the village's curse, the people in their village are all old and dead, and they won't even step out of the village?

"Changhong, Changsheng is your younger brother. You two have a good relationship. Tell me, what should we do about this?"

Hearing Guoquan's tone, Changhong's eyes froze.He took a deep breath, stifling the words that nearly came out of his mouth.

"All depends on Uncle Guoquan. Those of us who are juniors don't understand these things."

Hearing Guoquan's protracted voice with a bit of satisfaction, Changhong continued to speak: "Changyuan didn't know the way back, and the other people in the village didn't have the time and motive to kill..."

Changhong paused for a moment, then continued in a hoarse voice: "Changsheng...he had an old problem before, and he suddenly fell ill and died..."

Sick and dead, the words weighed heavily on Changhong's chest, but they were instantly shattered in the wind like catkins after the words were spoken.

Du Guoquan sighed, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder inexplicably: "When you go back later, you should know what to say to them, right?"

"Ah."

"Since your parents are back from a long distance, you should be happy too, don't keep a straight face all day long." After finishing speaking, Guoquan asked again, "The only ones leaving the village this time are you and Xiujuan."

"En." Changhong was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look at Guoquan's back.

"You and Xiujuan must be well..."

Du Guoquan walked out of the courtyard of Changsheng's house before stopping at the fork in the village.He looked at the road leading out of the village, tilted his head and smiled suddenly.

I hope all this is really a curse, if not... His hands clenched the crutches under him, and his veins bulged.

Changsheng, please go slowly first.When I catch the person who harmed you, I will seek justice for you.

After Xiujuan returned home, Du Changyuan pulled the suitcase standing aside and changed into clothes.Standing in the yard, Changhong stared in a daze at the persimmon tree planted with Changsheng that year outside the yard wall.

He naturally knew how scary the word curse was in the village, but what none of them knew was that it was never the curse that he was afraid of.

He is afraid of...

He turned his head to look at Du Changyuan who was leaning against the kitchen door, and tightened his clothes.

He couldn't understand what Uncle Guoquan meant. The incident had already happened, and he would never call the police.I'm afraid I can't tell people outside the village what's going on in the village.

Thinking of those old things still alive in the village, he sneered in his heart.

What are you wronged?They should all be dead.

But, why should the one who dies be Changsheng?

After returning home, those people in the village came to knock on the courtyard door of their house one after another.Changsheng died of illness, he talked about it many times in the afternoon, and gradually became numb.

He was even on the verge of believing that Changsheng really fell ill and died suddenly.

Those who came to inquire, after hearing what he said, had no choice but to leave with their own thoughts.

After lunch, Changhong looked at the time: "Xiujuan, let's go to Changsheng's house to help with the funeral, he didn't leave a son and a half..."

Zhao Xiujuan gave him an unhappy look: "Of course I know what to do. But, Du Changhong, I have told you in advance that if you are so concerned about the long-term in the future, I will definitely not make it easier for you. "

After searching in the closet for a long time, I finally found a dress that was barely considered decent.Changhong pushed the mother and son out of the room, helped change the sheets, pulled out the knife from Changsheng's chest and put it in his pocket.

After washing off the blood on his body, and helping him trim his hair, he put on his clothes neatly.

Changsheng had been crazy towards outsiders all his life, but he gave everything to his elder brother.

Without him...

There are few people in the village, and the funeral is also deserted.Xiujuan busily set up three tables, but none of them were full.When the crowd was almost gone, she carried the dishes left in advance into the room beside her.

I haven't seen Chang Yuan for many years, and I don't know what he likes to eat now.

Right now, she was finally able to stay alone with her lost and recovered child, and Xiujuan burst into tears.

She sat on the stool at a slant, looking at Du Changyuan with only teary eyes, as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

"All these years, have you lived outside alone?"

"Back then, what happened?"