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Now it's not suitable to chase anymore, Xia Lin was immediately by the window that was destroyed, and pulled Xia Qing up.

Her arm was aching and hot due to the violent pulling, Xia Qing couldn't help kneading it a few times: "It's worse than I imagined."

Xia Lin also nodded in agreement, and walked back into the room: "It's the ghost who killed five people." She bent down and untied the rope wrapped around Xia Lin's body, put it away again, and wiped the rope from the ground. With a small handful of glutinous rice, he stretched out his hands to pinch his cheeks to make him open his mouth, and sprinkled the handful of raw glutinous rice into it.

"So this glutinous rice is quite useful." Xia Qing watched Xia Lin's movements with great interest. Her experience is basically the so-called "orthodox Taoism" learned many years ago. Although the power is good, there is also an obvious one. Disadvantages - the required props are relatively demanding, and it will be troublesome to make or find them.

Unlike Xia Lin, the glutinous rice that can be seen everywhere can be used flexibly at any time.

"Nowadays, good materials are getting less and less, but you can use a little less of your locust ash." Xia Lin stretched her muscles and returned to their room with Xia Qing, "How are you, are your hands okay?"

"Yeah." Xia Qing nodded, recalled the short and intense confrontation just now, and compared a height, "It looks like a girl with that hair, about that height."

Xia Lin also agreed: "I have the same opinion, you can ask the Ma family how tall Ma Xiaoyuan is tomorrow morning."

Although he couldn't catch the ghost in one fell swoop, but knowing the height can be regarded as a further understanding of its characteristics, which helps to find the root cause.

In the final analysis, it was out of Xia Lin and Xia Qing's surprise that the ghosts were all attached to Xia Lin's body. Generally, even if ghosts can think of borrowing people to kill people, they mostly use part of them instead of all of them. Get caught.

The two settled the matter on Xia Lin, tidied up and fell asleep.

On the contrary, the people from the Ma family waited for a long time without hearing any movement, but they didn't know what was going on outside. They were afraid to sleep for a long time, and by the next morning, everyone was a little listless.

"Let it go away, we still need to go to places where people have died to check for clues." Xia Lin told Ma Tianfang simply, not caring about his face and thoughts.

What else can the Ma family do?They could only acquiesce to this fact, and sent someone to lead Xia Lin and Xia Qing's sisters to various villages.

Before leaving, Xia Qing suddenly turned around and looked at Ma Tianfang again: "Speaking of which, how tall was your daughter when she died?" She compared her height as she spoke.

Ma Tianfang was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Xia Qing's hand, and shook his head: "Xiaoyuan's body is poor, she's only that tall." His height was astonishingly shorter than Xia Qing's by about half a head.

After leaving Ma's house, Xia Qing said to Xia Lin: "It's probably not the little girl from Ma's house."

She could see that without knowing why Xia Qing asked such a question, Ma Tian's subconscious answer should be the truth.

Ghosts almost always retain the state at the moment of death, and maybe some are powerful enough to transform into shape, but there is no need for a little female ghost to make herself half a head taller inexplicably, that is meaningless.

"That would be even more troublesome." Xia Lin said to the point, the Ma family wanted to solve this matter as soon as possible, why didn't she want to.

I thought that this kind of place was nothing serious, but in the end, even she and Xia Qing both got involved, and the business was a loss.

Probably to take care of Xia Lin and Xia Qing's two girls, the Ma family also found a small mule cart. Although there is no way to spend all the road in the car, at least it can save them half of the distance.

After half a day, Xia Lin and Xia Qing arrived at Cassava Village and the home of the first deceased.

It was a few wooden houses built randomly, which looked a little crude. Outside the door, a rope was pulled from the tree to dry a string of clothes, and a little boy sat blankly on the threshold of the door.

The person from the Ma family who brought them here obviously knew the little boy, and walked over with the mule cart: "Liangliang, is your father at home?"

The little boy——Feng Liang turned to look at him, shook his head, and remained silent.

"Feng Liang is Feng Da's son, who is only a few days younger than Feng Ming, but usually because Feng Ming is withdrawn, the two children don't play together. After his mother passed away, Feng Liang is like this now." The people from Ma's family were right with Xia Lin, and he also pointed out the westernmost room in this row of wooden houses, "That's the room where Feng Ming committed suicide, and no one should have tidied it up now."

Xia Lin and Xia Qing looked at each other, and decided to go to the room where Feng Ming committed suicide first.

As soon as they walked to the door of the house, Xia Lin and Xia Qing paused in their footsteps.

Xia Rin immediately took out a mobile phone from her pocket——Xia Qing glanced at Xia Rin's hand, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and didn't speak—and took a few photos of the room from the door frame.

Seeing Xia Lin go in to investigate, Xia Qing simply folded her arms against the wall and talked to the person leading the way from the Ma family: "Did anything strange happen when Feng Ming died?"

"Strange thing?" The Ma family asked this person to lead Xia Lin and Xia Qing because he was born in Cassava Village. If you want to talk about the specific circumstances of Feng Ming's suicide, he, who worked in the Ma family, is better than Ma Tian. Let a few people know even less.

Xia Qing also thought of this, and simply waved at him: "Go and bring that child here."

The man complied.

Feng Liang was quickly brought in front of Xia Qing, and when he saw the room where Xia Qing was leaning against, a trace of fear flickered in his eyes.

Xia Qing's smile deepened, and she bent down to look at Feng Liang: "Little brother, can you tell my sister, is there anything strange about your brother in this room two days ago?"

Feng Liang's face was pale and pale, and he hesitated for a long time without speaking.

Xia Qing's smile deepened: "This is about your and your father's life. If you don't tell me, soon you and your father will go to accompany your brother."

Feng Liang was obviously startled by Xia Qing's words, he took two steps back in astonishment, then shook his head again and again, even his voice was crying: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on my mother's speech..."

Xia Qing raised her eyebrows in surprise, quickly pressed Feng Liang's shoulder with one hand, and asked persuasively, "What did your mother say?"

"Woo--my mother said, said that when my brother grows up, I need to give him a few rooms, and also said, said, that if my brother dies, he can have a second life and have a daughter..." Feng Liang said sobbing. Maybe she didn't quite understand what she heard, but Xia Qing and the others all showed surprise and understanding because of this unexpected discovery.

Most likely, Feng Ming's death was really tricky.

"What are you doing?!" There was a roar, and a man ran quickly from not far away, threw off the servant who was leading the way from the Ma family, pulled Feng Liang to his side, and looked at Xia Qing vigilantly. , "What are you doing to my son!"

It turned out that Feng Liang was crying so hard that he couldn't stop panting.

However, Xia Qing had no intention of apologizing. No matter how angry Feng Da looked, she directly pointed out before the servant of the Ma family explained the situation: "Your son told us an interesting news about your wife and You negotiated to kill—”

"Xiaoqing." Xia Lin interrupted Xia Qing's words at the right time, walked out of the room, looked at Feng Da who had changed his face because of Xia Qing's words, and said, "We just want to investigate the cause of your wife's death and understand Feng Ming's death. The situation at that time, including whether there are any abnormal traces in this room, including what Feng Ming was wearing at the time."

Feng Da clenched and loosened his fists repeatedly, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Feng Liang: "Go back to the room and wait for me."

Although Feng Liang was still sobbing, he nodded obediently and went back to the room.

Feng Da looked at Xia Lin, with a trace of anger still in his eyes: "Feng Ming was wearing ordinary clothes when he died, because it happened that the Ma family sent a message to find a boy who died recently, so they reported it. After that During the ghost marriage, wedding clothes are put on, but according to the rules here, the clothes at the time of death are still worn inside and cannot be taken off."

As for the cause of Feng Ming's death, everyone present at this time knew it well, but these things don't have to be completely revealed and put under the sun.

Xia Lin asked a few more things about Feng Ming, including that he lost his parents when he was born, and was directly raised by his grandma, until his grandma passed away before being raised by Feng Da.It also includes Feng Ming's usual performance and personality.

It wasn't until Xia Lin finished asking that Xia Qing seemed to have thought of something and stopped Feng Da and asked again: "How tall was Feng Ming before he died?"

Feng Da compared an approximate height, which made Xia Qing raise her eyebrows.

"Sister, do you want to go to other places?" After Feng Da left, Xia Qing couldn't help asking Xia Lin.

Xia Lin thought for a while: "It's best to go and see them all, there is no more definite result now."

Xia Qing was a little reluctant. Although she ran to exercise, it only lasted for so long, and the effect on Xia Qing's physical strength was not obvious.

"Tired?" Xia Lin looked at Xia Qing amusedly, if she was still a girl, she couldn't run away from Xia Qing.

"I think that since Feng Ming's height is about the same as that of the little female ghost, there is still a deep connection between the two." Xia Qing spread her hands, the resentment coming out of this room is so thick that ordinary ghosts can't get close, Xia Qing It can be said with certainty that a person with such resentment will definitely become a ghost after death.

"But, don't forget that Feng Ming is a boy." Xia Lin shook her head, she had nothing to do with this cousin, "Maybe the connection between them is not as simple as we thought."

"You're thinking too complicated." Xia Qing stretched her waist, "Wouldn't it be better to go to Feng Ming's cemetery and look for it? Could it be possible that people from the Ma family can still stop me at this point?"

Faced with such Xia Qing, Xia Lin had nothing to say, she could only shake her head and say: "There is nothing I can do about you."