ID number 019

Chen Xishuang was moving around on the kang, very concerned about the phlegm in his heart, even though he didn't spit on his side, it was still in this room.

When breathing, the air with the smell of phlegm is also sucked in.

The more Chen Xishuang thought about it, the more disgusted he became. He got up and turned on his phone to take a picture on the ground, intending to crumple a few balls of paper and throw it over to cover it up, and let Liu Shun clean it up by himself tomorrow.

What about phlegm?

How not?

Am I misremembering the location?

Chen Xishuang searched for the whole piece in front of the kang, but it was still missing. The ground here is earthy, and the sputum will soak in, but there won't be any traces.

"What are you doing, why are you still awake?"

Hearing Liu Shun's confused voice, Chen Xishuang blurted out a complaint: "It's not because you coughed up phlegm just now."

Liu Shun said strangely, "I didn't cough."

The people in the room sat up in horror.

Wang Kuanyou's previous sense of disobedience turned into chills in an instant: "You coughed so badly that you couldn't help but spit out bloody old phlegm on the ground. It was less than 2 minutes ago."

Liu Shun got up in a daze: "I, coughing up phlegm? And with..."

The last word got stuck, and he breathed into his half-closed hands, which smelled fishy.

The room was dead silent.

Chen Xishuang came to his senses, dropped his phone and hid in the bed with a "swish", shivering while hugging the quilt.

Wang Kuanyou got off the kang to pull the lamp rope. The bright light in the room eased the panic in everyone's hearts, except Liu Shun, who sat motionless on the kang, his dilated pupils filled with horror.

Liu Shun never thought that he was the first to be recruited, and he was still unconscious.

He just thought he was sleeping.

Wang Kuanyou said solemnly: "Think about what taboo you violated."

Liu Shun rubbed his cold face, and said hesitantly, "It was eaten on the table during the meal... did you eat anything?"

As soon as these words came out, the other two who had served at the table gasped.

Li Ping was overwhelmed by fear, and immediately yelled loudly: "Fart, definitely not!"

"You must have violated that taboo by touching something else, it has nothing to do with dinner!"

Xu Definition also stared at Liu Shun with a trembling face.

Seeing them as enemies, Liu Shun coughed twice in embarrassment: "I'm just talking casually, there's no other meaning, I don't think it's a food problem, I'll think about it again."

When he coughed, everyone in the room stared at him.

"It's me," Liu Shun trembled his thick lips, "it's me! Don't be afraid, I just don't... feel comfortable with my throat."

The last three words trembled.

Liu Shun has pharyngitis, a chronic illness, good and bad, always bad, he often feels that there is a foreign object in his throat, and he feels that way at this time.

He was obviously very familiar with it, but cold sweat oozed from Liu Shun's forehead.

When no one made a sound, Chen Yang, who had been observing all the time, opened his mouth cautiously. He asked Liu Shun to open his mouth, and asked Wang Kuanyou to take a photo with the flashlight of his mobile phone.

This is the most suitable thing for Wang Kuanyou to do. One is that he is next to Liu Shun, and the other is that his personality is relatively stable, and his work is reassuring.

Wang Kuanyou also knew that he was suitable, he swiped his finger on the phone screen without hesitation, and said to Liu Shun with a calm face: "Jiang Da, let me show you."

Liu Shun swallowed, tensed his body and raised his head back, opened his mouth to both sides as far as possible.

Li Ping on the other side was afraid that Liu Shun would spit out something again, so he stood up and walked away in a hurry, and he didn't stop when he stepped on Xu Dingyi.

Xu Definition was gone, and Li Ping stood in the way, so he also left.

After a while, Liu Shun became empty, and the light of Wang Kuanyou's mobile phone shone into his mouth.

Others did not dare to vent their anger.

Two or three minutes later, Wang Kuanyou turned off the flashlight of the mobile phone, and his stiff and numb hands gradually recovered: "Jiang Da, there is nothing in your mouth."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time in ghost movies, there will be common hair, internal organs and so on, but fortunately there are none.

Nothing is fine.

Liu Shun swallowed the saliva secreted from his mouth, and his back was wet a lot. This was his third mission. He had some experience, and he could deduce that he would always have to say something at this time.

So he spoke his mind.

"Could it be... I'm just discussing with you, don't think too much..."

Everyone: "..." Isn't this just to make everyone think more.

Li Ping grabbed the big gold chain around his neck, and said impatiently: "You are squeezing toothpaste, if you want to say it, say it quickly!"

"I was thinking, maybe I violated some taboo, it's all ginger..."

Liu Shun realized that he had made a mistake and changed his words in time. Looking at Li Ping and Zhang Guangrong, the two "Jiang Da", he said, "All of us will become us at a random time."

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Everyone understands what Liu Shun means, and also understands what the two "we" represent.

If so, it's even more terrifying.

Not only Jiang Da, Jiangren Jiang Miao will do the same.

Chen Yang hadn't been possessed by a ghost before, so he didn't know what it felt like at that moment and what the whole process was like, but he didn't want to know.

If Liu Shun's guess is correct...

Chen Yang's face changed again and again, his hands on the quilt curled up, his fingertips were pinched, and he was still trembling slightly under closer inspection.

Wang Kuanyou couldn't believe it.

This person was obviously very calm after he came in, he had good observation skills, top-notch thinking logic, was good at searching for details, and was very capable. He was one of the two people he admired the most this time.

Why is it worse than Li Ping now?

Being possessed by a ghost is nothing but as long as you don't die, it's nothing.

Is he afraid of ghosts?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. After going through two missions, you will have to deal with ghosts a lot. Most people can almost manage expressions to a certain extent, and will not behave too much.

Unless it is the kind that is afraid of becoming a dead dog when you see it, and can't take care of yourself.

Wang Kuanyou thought to himself, if he was really afraid to that extent, it would really be... a big loss for the team and a big personal disadvantage.

Out of politeness, Wang Kuanyou hid the sympathy and pity in his eyes: "It's all just guessing at the moment, and the result can be figured out in the future."

Chen Yang received the comforting signal from Wang Kuanyou, and reluctantly smiled at him.

"It's very late, and I can sleep for a while. Tomorrow is very busy. Selling things and dealing with customers will be more difficult than we imagined. There will also be emergencies. Losing energy is not a good thing."

Wang Kuanyou was going to turn on the lamp, but Chen Xishuang stuck his head out from under the quilt, and begged pitifully, "Let's keep it on like this."

Seeing that the others didn't say anything, Wang Kuanyou didn't turn off the lights.

Liu Shun was the first to have something happen, and everyone will see what will happen to him next, whether he will die or not.

Who is next.

Chen Yang didn't know if other people could still fall asleep, but he couldn't, his mind was constantly running the train, every window of the train was full of grimaces, and he couldn't stop at all.

When a ghost is possessed, no matter what it does or says, it is a clue.

This is a good thing.

Does not affect his fear.

With a heavy shoulder, Chen Yang pushed away the head that was leaning over.

Chen Yang was full of ghosts in his heart and mind, he didn't pay attention to the strength at that moment, there was a muffled "dong" sound from the wall, and then the murderous eyes fixed on him.

"..."

"Hmm..." Chen Yang pretended to be asleep and turned over, turning his back to the person inside.

The sight behind him was still there, as if he wanted to poke a hole in his skull and thread it through.

Chen Yang turned his body back helplessly, and apologized in a very sincere whisper: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention, I probably didn't pick up the bag."

Chao Jian's voice was filled with neglected anger: "Will it hurt if you don't take off the bag?"

Chen Yang: "..."

Chen Xishuang over there: "..."

Chen Xishuang turned to the other six people to the left: "..."

The yellow light bulb was on, and the seven heads were tilted towards Chen Yang at the same angle.

Chen Yang first checked Chao Jian's head, he was relieved to make sure that the bag hadn't been knocked out, and said without hesitation: "The earth wall is not like cement bricks, it doesn't do much damage."

Chao Jian: "Then hit it."

Chen Yang ignored other eyes and lay back, shrunk his hands and feet under the quilt, and told Chao Jian what happened in a low voice.

Chao Jian was silent.

Chen Yang wanted to hear his opinion, it was best to deny Liu Shun's conjecture and tell him that he would not be possessed randomly.

"Maybe..." As soon as Chao Jian said two words, Chen Yang grabbed the quilt and covered her mouth.

The breath around Chao Jian suddenly became cold.

The other people on the kang sensed it, and they were all excited, looking at the young man with guarded eyes.

Is a dangerous element.

Is he going to hit the one next to him?How to persuade?

The relationship is not yet familiar, what should I say, what if it becomes self-defeating?

Everyone was nervous, but the two of them didn't move at all.

"..."

Chen Yang pulled the quilt off Chao Jian's face, trying to move away from him to Chen Xishuang.

Chen Xishuang was afraid of the beauty with terrifying aura while welcoming his arrival.

However, the beauty looked over with stern eyes, and he couldn't help wrapping the quilt tightly, and closed the door facing Chen Yang.

Chen Yang couldn't move away from the ground, so he had to bite the bullet and was hit by the storm.

Chao Jian threw the quilt on Chen Yang's body.

Chen Yang sniffed and smelled it: "Fortunately, it's not dirty, it smells like washing and drying."

Chao Jian was expressionless.

Chen Yang said seriously, "You can't cover your mouth either."

Chao Jian gritted her back molars coldly, and paused every word: "Don't be an example, one more time..."

Chen Yang nodded and said, "Cover it back."

Chao Jian stared at him for a while, then closed her eyes without saying anything, and rolled her eyes in helplessness halfway through.

Chen Xishuang sent a concerned greeting: "Chen...Jiangren, are you alright?"

"never mind."

Chen Yang put the quilt back on his partner, tucked it up naturally, almost couldn't help but patted it, and then hummed a lullaby.

Zhao Jian quickly fell asleep, and turning on the light did not affect her sleep.

Chen Yang envied this person from the bottom of his heart, since they lived together and cooperated, the other party has gone in the direction of a pig while sleeping.

He remembered that in the earliest days, the blue shadows in his eyes were heavy, and he had an obvious tendency to suffer from insomnia.

It may be the effect of the incense.

Chen Yang put his arms behind his head, one ear heard Chao Jian's breathing, the other heard Chen Xishuang's pancakes, and there were frogs screaming outside.

Regardless of the matter of possession, Jiang Ren and Jiang Miao may be brothers and sisters, they may be siblings, and they may not be close cousins, and the relationship between Jiang Da and them is also unclear.

Chen Yang thought that they were all dead, and the cause of death was related to going to the market. As a result, the people here had to hold the market as usual on that day of the year and buy and sell according to the custom. .

Outer villages have to buy and sell as before. Individuals in Laoji Village have a three-day income of at least 60 and a total of 1500.

What is the reason for such a large-scale grievance to erupt?

"Lord, I am your most loyal subject...I love you so much...Please look at me..."

Chen Xi clasped his hands in front of his chest and prayed with his eyes closed.

The room was very quiet, his voice was heard by others, and their reactions were different, some had to follow suit, and some didn't imitate it or laugh at it.

When Chen Yang lay down until his body was numb, he looked at his phone, it was three o'clock.

There is still an hour to go to the village chief's house to gather.

Stand up and place the goods.

Try to stay as close as possible to Chao Jian, not too far away.

Chen Yang let out a breath of anxiety, and once again hypnotized himself to read his name in his heart.

Ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger...

"Ginger man!" A voice suddenly shouted from outside the door.

Chen Yang suddenly fell silent.

The light bulb was on, and the group of people on the kang felt cold.

"Ginger man, open the door!" The voice outside was still shouting, "Ginger man!"

There are six ginger men in the house, which one are you looking for?

They dare not respond casually.

There are people or ghosts outside, can the door be opened?

Chen Yang held his breath and called Chao Jian up, and asked him to hold their self-defense weapon, crutches, in case they ran away at any time.

There was a loud knock on the door, and the wooden door couldn't stand the knock, and the dust on the door fell down.

"Ginger man? Ginger man! Hurry up, I need you!"

Wang Kuanyou pondered, since he was looking for Jiang Ren, then... he looked at the three middle-aged men in their group.

"Jiang Da, go and drive."

Three Jiang Da, Li Ping is impossible, Zhang Guangrong did not express his position, the meaning is also clear.

Liu Shun was the only one left, he thought for a while and opened the door.

Outside the door was a middle-aged man with a severed middle-aged man. He crossed the threshold with a morning chill, and angrily walked in front of Chen Xishuang: "Jiang Ren, I have shouted so many times, why are you only opening the door now?"

Chen Xishuang's little face was pale and pale. He had just finished praying, and before the Lord came, the God of death came.

"I didn't hear it when I fell asleep." Chen Xishuang was so frightened that tears filled his eyes.

The middle-aged man had a straight face, and his mouth was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke: "Why sleep, I haven't even drank any saliva since the afternoon."

Chen Xishuang was about to cry. When he was wandering around the village earlier, he had placed an order. He met this uncle and had a good chat. The other party said that his hands had really good skin, and that his wife’s hands were cracked and hurt when she entered the water. He said nothing. Without saying anything, I sent out the hand cream I just bought, why is it here to harm him now.

"Then you are looking for me..."

"I asked you to go to my place to help knead the flour. The steamed buns haven't even been steamed yet. If you remind me, you will know it. I'm so busy!"

The middle-aged man walked towards the door, and turned his head to stare at Chen Xishuang who was standing there: "Jiang Ren, let's go!"

Chen Xishuang didn't ask others for help. No one can save the ghosts.

It is not a ghost that harms people, then he is not a dead end.

While analyzing rationally, Chen Xishuang tried his best to move his trembling legs, and staggered to keep up.

Before everyone in the room recovered from what happened to Chen Xishuang, the village head appeared outside the door, still in the same clothes and a cigarette stick, as if he hadn't closed his eyes, his swollen eyes were filled with red blood.

Of the six ginger men, one was missing, and the village chief asked where he was.

"I went to help Jiang Da knead the dough." Chen Yang said.

Of the 25 stalls, there should be only one selling steamed buns.

Sure enough, the village chief knew who it was when he heard it. He knocked on the table with a cigarette stick: "This Jiang Da! Selling steamed buns for business by yourself, and asking others to help, what does it look like!"

As he said that, he urged Chen Yang and the others: "Send someone to wake up Jiang Miao next door, and everyone washes up, cleans up, and follows me."

"Where?"

"Get out of the stall." The village head was very anxious.

A few people are confused, don't they gather at four o'clock and set up booths before 05:30?

"Street vendors from other places this year came earlier than in previous years, and they all left early. They rushed over overnight, and they took up all the good places!"

The village head knocked on the cigarette rod angrily: "Without a good location, business will be difficult. Can the capital be earned back? Can it be earned? Can it be?!"

Seeing the village chief like this, Chen Yang was afraid that he would turn into a ghost, so he hurriedly comforted him gently: "Village chief, don't worry, there are so many of us, we will find a way."

The village chief stared straight at him: "The average income per capita in three days must reach at least 60, so that our village can make a profit."

"I know, we all know, we must sell well."

Hearing what Chen Yang said, the village chief returned to his easy-going manner, sighed and said, "You can't lose money."

Chen Yang secretly inquired about the old man, whether the meaning behind these words was that there was no profit last year, something terrible happened, and this year can no longer lose money.

Wang Kuanyou went to the next door to call for someone, but the others stood still. They would die if they washed their faces, and no one cares about personal hygiene.

Unexpectedly, the village head asked them to wash.

"It's sloppy, can someone come to buy something?"

The village chief walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "In business, you must treat customers with hospitality. Customers are God! If you don't brush your teeth or wash your face, can God like you?"

"..."

The big guys brushed their teeth and washed their faces one after another, and combed their hair smooth.

Chen Yang wrung out the towel in the washbasin, wiped his face with his head up, and said in the crackling noise next door, "What do you think...Jiang Ren was called away?"

Chao Jian hung one arm on the crutch and rubbed her eyes with the other: "I didn't see it."

"..."

Chen Yang wanted to pour the water out and pour it again, but he wiped his face with his own towel that was still dripping with water, very casually.

Chao Jian grabbed her hair and stroked it back, revealing a very three-dimensional facial features.

"You are so good." Chen Yang put the towel on the rope, "Why don't I ask the little girl in the village to get you a rubber band, so you can tie up your hair."

Chao Jian answered irrelevantly: "There are many ghosts in this mission, not just three, but many."

Chen Yang was about to pour the water from the washbasin outside the door, but with a flick it was thrown into the room.

The others were taken aback.

The village head shouted: "Jiang Ren, you are so stupid, today is cloudy, if you pour water in it, what can you do?"

Chen Yang avoided the mud on the ground and apologized.

The village chief waved his hand: "The more you live, the more uncertain you become. Sometimes you are an adult, and sometimes you are not as good as a child."

"What are you doing, leave after packing up, where is Jiang Miao, Jiang Miao?"

"Yes, yes."

The four girls next door followed suit one by one.

A group of people went out with the village chief, and Chen Yang walked at the end of the team. He was very concerned about the many ghosts that Chao Jian said.

"you saw it?"

"This village is too dark." Chao Jian didn't match her words, "Give me a milk tablet."

When Chen Yang heard the second half of the sentence, his heartbeat jumped into his throat and couldn't get up or down.

There were whispers in the crowd.

"Didn't you say that there are many vendors here? Why didn't you see them?"

"Let's go ahead."

"..."

"A lot of lanterns!"

Wang Xiaobei in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Then there are a few gasps.

Hearing the sound, Chen Yang followed everyone's line of sight, his eyes widened involuntarily.

The tops of every tree in front are covered with lanterns.

When did it hang up?

There was no movement at all.

When the group was in a daze, the villagers lit up all the lanterns.

The whole village is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and it is prosperous.

Not only in this village, but also on the other side of the bridge, lanterns are usually lit at the appointed time, and strings of red are connected to form a long dragon.

Under the night, a creepy sense of festiveness spread on everyone's face.

Chen Yang looked at his phone, it was 30:[-].

Under the lantern, the booths are next to each other, those on the table, those directly on the ground, from one end to the other.

Lively, noisy, bustling.

"Did you see that the good positions are all gone, you should take the time to familiarize yourself with the items on the goods list, and make a correspondence with the items on your stall. If you can't remember the price, just look at the list."

The village chief walked quickly: "Forget about breakfast, you can't take care of it because you are too busy, you can find something to eat at noon, watch the stalls, close the stalls at nine o'clock in the evening, and then you have to count the goods, remember!"

It was said before that the stalls were set up before 05:30, but now it is different, the stalls are all set up, and it is very hurried.

The village head asked Chen Yang's 12 people to stand over one by one and claim their booths.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian were not on the side, they were separated by three stalls diagonally, and could see each other's situation.

Others are far away and near.

The stall on Chen Yang's left is a shoe repairer, a foreigner, whose shoes are covered with dirt, and who has walked a long way, is swallowing big cakes dryly.

On the right is one of the 25 stalls in Laoji Village. The middle-aged woman who delivered food to them yesterday, Jiang Miao.

Chen Yang greeted: "Jiang Miao, what are you selling?"

"Chicken." The middle-aged woman sat cross-legged on the ground, in front of her was a basket covered with a piece of cloth.

Chen Yang asked, "Where did it come from?"

The middle-aged woman didn't raise her head, and her voice was low: "It's wholesale."

Chen Yang stood at his place and looked around, trying to find the same baskets. Some sold chickens, and there must have been some selling ducklings and geese. Most of them were from the village.

Why does it seem that there are still pigs and cattle sold?Chen Yang looked for the direction by smelling the smell, the pig was on the side of Da Yan and Wang Kuanyou, and the cow was leaning on Li Ping.

Vendors from other places came early, and those in the village had to go out early. There are not many people shopping now, and the main force has not yet arrived.

Chen Yang took pictures of the goods on his stall, as well as those around him, both photos and videos.

Afterwards, Chen Yang sat in front of the stall and observed the passers-by. They were all wearing cotton clothes and shoes. Some walked, some carried burdens, some rode old-fashioned bicycles, and some carried two large panniers.

Several children wore red and green floral clothes, jumping happily in the market.

Chen Yang's face was sullen, the scenes of people, things, things in front of him, the old smell made his eyelids twitch non-stop.

There are more and more people.

Chen Yang kept looking at the market but didn't realize when they came.

An old man came over and pointed to a large bamboo rake: "Mr. Jiang, how much is a bamboo rake?"

Chen Yang thought about the price on the list, two yuan and five, and he said, "Five yuan."

The old man stared: "It's too expensive, you're talking nonsense, you don't have such a price!"

Chen Yang quickly integrated into the identity of a street vendor: "You get what you pay for, sir, I made this up by myself. It's very strong and can last for a long time."

The old man opened his mouth and came: "How long, can you replace me with a new one if it breaks?"

Chen Yang said: "...Change it within three days, it will not work after three days."

"This is made of bamboo, and it can be worn out in three days? I didn't buy it and break it for fun."

Chen Yang choked, this uncle really knows how to speak.

The old man didn't leave, and wanted to buy a bamboo rake, so he rummaged through the things on the stall: "Jiang Ren, you have no heart."

Chen Yang said injustice: "Why didn't I?"

The old man snorted coldly: "Have you forgotten, when you were sick, it was my son who gave you the prescription!"

Chen Yang made a helpless look: "Okay, okay, you can make a price."

"Two dollars!"

Chen Yang smiled and threw out the sayings he had heard about shopping: "Master, how about it, you can add more, two yuan and five, and each of us will make a concession. You can see if it works."

"Okay, two dollars and a half is two dollars and a half."

The old man paid the money and squeezed into the crowd with a bamboo rake on his shoulder.

Chen Yang sorted out the remaining bamboo rakes, leaned against the stall, and made the first deal.

Today's income has changed from zero to two dollars and five.

Chen Yang pursed his lips, looked at his partner through the walking figures, but couldn't see him.

In front of the stall are people, women, between three and five to six to seventy years old.

Chen Yang shook his head, the source of customers is so good, if he doesn't want to sell more, he can only order less goods and order them in batches.

It can't be that if someone wants to buy it, he won't sell it.

This is not a normal process of doing business, and it is easy to offend something.

Chen Yang was so annoyed that he was sweating profusely. If his partner was standing, he would still stand out from the crowd. Now that he was sitting, he was completely covered.

Just when Chen Yang was about to look away, the young man stood up and easily looked over the crowded heads to meet his gaze.

Chen Yang quickly made eye contact with his partner, and tried to speak clearly word by word.

—— Jiang Sheng was sick.

Chao Jian half-closed his eyes to look at Chen Yang, and when he was gesticulating with his mouth and hands in a hurry, he twitched the corners of his lips and sat back in front of the booth.

Chen Yang didn't know whether his partner had received the message, he let out a long breath, and who knew what would happen after such a long morning.

So we can't wait until noon to exchange clues, it's best to release one as soon as we get hold of it.

Chen Yang found Liu Shun who was closest to him besides Chao Jian, and used the same method to pass the information to the other party, and asked the other party to pass it on to other people, one by one.

Liu Shun: Can't leave your booth?

Chen Yang: I haven't decided yet whether it's possible or not. To be on the safe side, it's best not to leave just after starting the stall.

Liu Shun: What about going to the toilet?

Chen Yang: I don't know, maybe I will know when the time comes.

Since they are Jiang Da, Jiang Ren, and Jiang Miao, and they want to set up a stall to sell things, it is very likely that the three of them lived like this before their lives.

Then when they want to go to the toilet, there will be corresponding things.

Chen Yang stood for a while, and sold two more bamboo rakes, which cost seven and a half dollars. He counted the money and put it away, and checked the time with his mobile phone.

It's four o'clock, and there are still two empty booths out of 25.

I don't know what's going on with Chen Xishuang.

Chen Xishuang was moaning and moaning exhaustingly in the kitchen. He spent half of his living expenses on these hands every month. Every piece of skin was very precious, but now he used it to knead dough.

Unexpected things in my lifetime.

Chen Xishuang tore the honeycomb-shaped dough, and when the uncle asked him to help knead the dough, it was just kneading the dough. Without all the horror pictures in his mind, he wandered around the edge of death, and the tension was so tight that the string was loosened. Bass and mist come out.

My hands are sore and tired.

Chen Xishuang took a peek at the uncle's wife. The uncle sold the steamed buns by himself, and he was the one who sold them, so his wife should not be Jiang Miao.

Why don't you try calling.

"Mom."

"Why?" The aunt kept cleaning the pot.

Seeing her reaction, Chen Xishuang knew that her guess was right: "The noodles are fine."

The aunt shook the rag against the ground: "Is it sticky?"

It was sticky, like spider silk, Chen Xishuang didn't want to rub it any more, he opened his eyes and lied: "Not sticky, not sticky at all!"

Amidst Chen Xishuang's silent wailing, the aunt stretched out her hand, grabbed the dough, and kneaded it: "Oh, it's too sticky, no, I have to knead it again."

"..." Chen Xishuang wanted to die.

It's fucking true, I don't know how to take advantage of the shortage of people, and the hand cream is given away for nothing.

"Jiang Man, sprinkle some dry flour." The uncle who was squatting by the pot hole and lighting a cigarette leaned his head.

Chen Xishuang scooped some out of the bag and sprinkled it on the dough, turned it over and sprinkled it again, rubbing and patting it like a facial massage.

Not long after, people in the village came to see the uncle for something.

Before the uncle left, he reminded the aunt that after kneading the noodles, go and get back the steamer that was borrowed.

Chen Xishuang yawned.

The aunt went to the door with the uncle and the villagers, and came back and urged: "There are a bunch of people outside, and the fried dough sticks and buns are all selling, let's hurry up."

"Steamed buns are different from them. They can be stored for a long time, and many people will buy them after dinner." Chen Xishuang punched the dough.

The aunt still reminded: "The noodles are not well kneaded now, and they will be steamed later."

Chen Xishuang was about to speak, but she interrupted her: "Stop talking, it's better to use all your strength."

"I think it's almost done." Chen Xishuang picked up the dough and said with a good temper, "Look, aunt, it's not very sticky..."

was interrupted again.

The aunt's face was full of disgust and impatience: "No, it's not good. The dough is not kneaded well, and the steamed buns made are not delicious. Tell me, your arms are arms, and your legs are legs. Kneading the dough is so slow." , with such thin skin and tender flesh, how can he look like a man."

Chen Xishuang hated people saying that he was not like a man. He threw the dough on the chopping board, his face was ugly: "Auntie, this is the first time for me to knead dough, so it should be fine after kneading like this!"

The aunt sneered: "You are really a child. You don't like to hear a few words about you. Your hands are so small. When kneading the dough, you have to knead it in, knead it in, and knead the big pores inside, isn't it? Let you rub cotton, look at you..."

Chen Xishuang chuckled a few times: "I'm rubbing, I'm rubbing."

"Hurry up, I can get the steamer after you finish kneading the dough."

The aunt was watching from the side, babbling non-stop: "What I just said was in vain, you didn't use your strength rightly, use a little more force, you have to knead..."

"I'm kneading, I'm kneading."

When Chen Xishuang said a word, his face contorted a bit. He caught something in vain and swung it at the middle-aged woman, shouting frantically: "I said I was rubbing!"

"You...you...he..." The aunt fell to the ground with a kitchen knife stuck in her stomach.

Chen Xishuang was dumbfounded.

The aunt covered the bleeding wound and tried to get up but failed. The blood flowed more and more. She grabbed Chen Xishuang's trouser leg and squeezed it tightly: "Help...help..."

Chen Xishuang broke away the middle-aged woman's hand vigorously in horror, staggered back a few steps, and hit the cabinet with his back.

What should I do?

I killed, I killed, I killed, how did I kill, why did I kill her?Yes, yes, she is always annoying me, she keeps talking and urging me to knead the dough.

I said I was kneading!

She also said that I am not like a man, she is too annoying, she forced me!

Chen Xishuang looked at the corpse on the ground and scratched at his hair with both hands. What should we do now?It cannot be discovered.

correct!

She's going to get the steamer!

I can bury her. When the uncle asked me, I said she went to get the steamer, so no one would know where she went.

Bury her, find something to bury her in.

Chen Xishuang's flustered eyes moved around the kitchen, and finally settled on the shovel.

The uncle came back and asked where his wife was.

Chen Xishuang wiped off the flour on the pot table with a rag: "Auntie went to get the steamer."

"Oh yes." The uncle said, "I asked her to get it."

He wiped the dirty ashes on his pants and walked towards the pot: "Did you knead the dough?"

"rub……"

Chen Xishuang noticed a few bloodstains on the dough, and he hurriedly blocked it with his body.

The uncle asked: "What's the matter?"

"I haven't kneaded it yet." Chen Xi stretched his hands behind him, quickly and carelessly picked the dough, and hid the blood in it.

"It's almost done, your aunt just has a bit of a broken mouth..."

The uncle was going to check the dough, and within two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at one place: "Why is the shovel there? I remember I put it behind the door."

Chen Xishuang's face turned pale.

"Why is there still soil on the shovel?" The uncle went over to look, "The soil is wet." He turned to look at Chen Xishuang, "Have you used it?"

Chen Xishuang whimpered in his throat: "I...I didn't...I...not..."

The uncle glanced suspiciously at Chen Xishuang, said what was going on in his mouth, took the shovel in his hand and went to the yard, only to find a piece of ground covered with a layer of grass, he frowned, holding the shovel walk over.

A shovel pushed aside the broken grass, exposing the soil underneath.

"Why are you digging the soil in my yard?" The uncle stuck the shovel into the soil, stomped on it, and dug up a piece of soil.

Chen Xishuang's eyes widened with fear.

run!Run!

Chen Xi stumbled and ran to the gate of the yard, and hurriedly opened the door. A middle-aged man's puzzled voice came from behind him.

"Jinger, what did you bury in my yard?"

Chen Xishuang stepped out of the threshold with one foot, followed by another voice, a woman's voice: "Yes."

He turned his pupils tightly, and the middle-aged woman was watching him at the place where his body was buried.

"Jinger, what did you bury in my yard?"