Chapter 68 Chapter Five: The Third Dead Man in the Serial Murder Case

It was already past two o'clock in the morning when I returned to my uncle's house. Yang Yu patted my shoulder, sighed, didn't say anything, waved goodbye to Duo Duo and Jin Can Gu, and drove away.I went back along the village road, there was no light in the surroundings, and there were frogs on the edge of the field, one after another, it seemed very peaceful.However, the uncle’s house still has lights, and the noisy courtyard has not stopped for a whole day. Those who play mahjong play mahjong, and those who play DVDs play DVDs, but there are a lot fewer people.There was a low cry from the coffin, I approached, and my father came out from the darkness, his face was stained with tears.

Lying in the coffin in the mourning shed was my grandma, who was also his mother.He was busy during the day and had no time to be sad, but at night, he couldn't help but mourn. He patted me on the shoulder and said, back?How things had been? I nodded and said everything was fine, don't worry.So I followed my father into the coffin, came to the black coffin, and knelt on the spare straw futon. There has always been a saying in our place: after a person dies, he has to go home to visit within three days, so the children have to wait in the coffin, waiting for his soul to return, so every night must be accompanied by relatives and friends until the burial, this is called a wake.My grandma died the day before yesterday, and she was buried in the coffin yesterday (my grandma prepared this coffin for herself ten years ago, and put it in the hut behind the house. When I was playing when I was young, I accidentally fell into it, and I was scared out of my wits , it was my grandmother who called me back later), it is reasonable to put it on hold for three days after death before it can be buried.But because grandma's birthday horoscope is the most suitable for tomorrow's Sishi, it is scheduled to be buried tomorrow.

The vigils take turns, otherwise the funeral would be held during the day and stay up late at night, and the body would not be able to bear it.Looking at my dad's gray hair and haggard face, I persuaded him to go to the house to rest.He was very stubborn and refused, but the younger generation coaxed and persuaded us to carry him to the room, which succeeded. Returning to the mourning hall, I knelt on the grass futon and chatted with Xiao Jing and a few cousins ​​to pass the time. In the middle of the night, everyone was so sleepy that they each found a chair and squatted for a while.I have good physical fitness, so I persisted on behalf of everyone.I knelt on the ground, practiced meditation in secret according to the solid qi training technique of the twelve methods, and I was not lonely.Dodo also came out and accompanied me.Of course, she deliberately hid her figure, so it wouldn't scare relatives like me.

The little old lady on the portrait is lying peacefully in the coffin. I have seen it, and she has already returned to the underworld. Hope she has a good time over there and maybe reunites with my grandpa. Perhaps because of concentration, the time passed in a flash, and when the rooster crowed for the first time, Dodo returned to the pagoda tree, and the clean courtyard began to be noisy.People came over one after another, the funeral band, relatives who came to help carry the coffin and flags, and various people gathered in the courtyard.My parents, uncles and aunts, and the more prestigious elders of the house family also gathered together to make arrangements for the funeral for a while, and it was a hectic mess.At seven o'clock, when the guns were fired, mourning and music rang out, and all kinds of ghost papers were raised in the sky. My uncle was wearing heavy mourning, carrying the portrait of grandma, and I was carrying the coffin with the men of the same family. , heading towards the cemetery.

With the wooden pole on my shoulders, I felt the heavy coffin pressing on me, and the expressions of the cousins ​​beside me were normal.They are all ordinary peasant men, and they don't need much effort.At first, my mother was worried that I would not be able to do this job because of my delicate body, but seeing my relaxed expression, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. The funeral procession, headed by my uncle, was dressed in hemp and mourning, and was led by a long hemp rope. After walking ten steps, they stopped to kowtow, and then continued on. The long dragon that discharges hundreds of meters far away is spectacular.

There were those who cried, mainly those in my grandfather's room and the old man who was familiar with my grandmother, and others, just howling. I carried the coffin expressionlessly, stopped and walked, feeling uncomfortable at all. To be honest, I envy the silent and solemn funerals in foreign movies. There are priests with white flowers on their chests. Everyone remembers the dead in their hearts; or they are quietly cremated in a funeral home just like a memorial service However, in our backcountry, burials are popular, and everything seems to be a farce. Of course, this is just the idea of ​​a person like me who has received a new type of education. In my parents' minds, such a funeral is considered grand.

The cemetery is on a hill at the junction of Xinhua Township and Chunlei Forest Farm. This is where the Lu family's ancestral grave is located.The mountain roads are rugged and narrow, and it’s okay to live alone, but it’s a bit sad for the eight coffin bearers like us.After a lot of hard work, I finally came to the cemetery.Digging, burial, graves, monuments, flags... everything was finished, it was already eleven o'clock. When I saw the coffin containing my grandma fell into the soil, and the villagers pushed the soil to fill the pit, my heart suddenly felt empty. The dearest person in the world has finally left me.

In this world, there is no such a little old lady who looks at me with a smile and regards everything I have as her world, her pride, and the continuation of her life. Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes. After leaving, there was no grandma, no woman named "Zhao Meier".She will hang on the wall, or hide in our hearts. On the second day after grandma was buried, it was time to clean up the mess and invite relatives and friends who came to help to have dinner. I received a call at noon. It was from Wu Gang. The armed policeman who had saved his life asked me if I had time in a heavy tone.If so, please come to the city by all means, he is anxious to find me.I asked if it was about the death of those two comrades, he said yes, and then said that another one of his men died, fell into the latrine and drowned.Three people died within a week, and now rumors are spreading in the team, people are panicking, and he has no idea himself. He heard Ma Haibo say that I am back, and asked me to help him.

Without any hesitation, I immediately agreed to him and drove to the city. On the way, I called Miscellaneous Trail and talked about the possible comeback of the dwarf mule.When the police and I went to hunt down the short mules, Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao was messing around with Uncle Duan Jiangcheng. I also mentioned these things to him.As soon as he heard it, he immediately became interested, saying that setting up a stall in Hongshan is very boring, why not come to my house to join in the fun, the fat hen, the provincial tiger cat, yells every day for wanting a wife. "Tell me your address immediately," he said.

I asked, do you think there is something strange about it? He said, of course there are, and it's not a TV series, a bunch of people die, how can there be so many coincidences in this world?It must have been the mandrill who made inquiries all the way and followed him up to this point.If you don't believe me, you can go to the scene to have an autopsy and you will know. After chatting with Zamao Xiaodao for a while, I drove for three hours and finally arrived at the station of Wu Gang and his troops. Their barracks were in the outskirts, backed by a big mountain, and Wu Gang was waiting for me at the door.

I saw the soldier who died not long ago in a barracks.It's been a long time, and I don't have any impression of his appearance, but this face is so young that it hurts.Wu Gang told me that because of the death of those two soldiers, he became vigilant and told the soldiers who participated in the operation last time not to leave the station easily.The soldier who had just died mysteriously disappeared yesterday and was finally found in the latrine of a nearby farmer's home.In our hometown, the toilets in the countryside are not particular, just build a hut, then dig a hole to put a large wooden barrel, and put two wooden boards on it.When the farmers got up to go to the toilet in the morning, they found a human head protruding from the dung bucket. They were frightened half to death, and called the police, only to find out that it was their missing soldier. He also went to see the scene at that time, and it seemed that he fell into it completely by himself, which was really like an accident. This is what makes people shudder. Too many coincidences finally formed a shadow that hangs over people's hearts. I looked at this pale face, his body had been cleaned, and there was a strange smell of a faint mixture of body wash and excrement.I seem to think of him, a young man who walked silently with a dead body on his back. When I came out of the mountain, he walked in front of me, walking all the way without stopping.I walked over, put my hand on top of his head, and stroked it.The soul of heaven has been lost, the soul of earth has left, and his soul has returned to Youfu.Looking at the eyelids, you can see that the pupils are diverging, and there is a trace of confusion. I asked Wu Gang if he wanted an autopsy? He nodded and said, yes, people are panicking now, and everyone is not at peace. He reported to the military region and said that he would send some department to help.In your opinion, is it weird?I shook my head and said I don't know.Looking around, there are several people I don't know, so I said, I want to be alone here for a while, okay?Wu Gang was rescued by me, and he lived and died together in the cave, so he knew something about me, so he took everyone away.When I saw the door closed, I released the golden silkworm Gu to let it smell. The golden silkworm Gu circled around the corpse, and finally landed on his lower body. After a while, it flew to my eyes with a hair in its mouth.I reached out to take it and held it in my hand to see it was a dark green hair, a few centimeters thick and short. My memory was a little short-circuited. After a while, I remembered that his death was indeed related to the dwarf mule. This kind of hair belongs to the dwarf mule.It's just... hasn't he cleaned it before, why did he still leave this mark? I went out of the room, handed the hair to Wu Gang, and told him my doubts. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and asked what should I do?I said, let's do this first, how many people will participate in the task that day?He said that three of them were discharged from the army, and two were transferred from here. Those who stayed here survived, and there were only two other than him.I said, okay, we sleep together tonight, these few days, I will be with you. As soon as Wu Gang heard what I said, he quickly thanked him—for him, I was undoubtedly the last straw. I suddenly thought of one thing: Where did Ma Haibo and the others turn over the dwarf mule carcasses we captured earlier?