Wu Bei flew all the way here, and before he could touch his sweetheart, he first touched the police.
Because of their weird way of getting along, he and Song Xi succeeded and became the objects of police observation.
The inquisitive kind.
Obviously, this matter has nothing to do with the two of them. The police asked a lot, and finally got little information related to the case.
At this time, the policeman who went out to inquire about the news came back with definite news.
Yesterday, He Jianjun was playing cards at a place far away from the village. There were three card players, and there were quite a few people watching the cards. They said that they played until about [-] o'clock in the evening. , threw the card directly, and left with a dark face.
Many people have seen it, and it cannot be faked, but no one knows where he went after he left. It was late at that time, and almost everyone was asleep. After a busy day during the day, no one would go out for a walk in the middle of the night.
The leading policeman looked condensed: "Xiao Zhang, did you find the deceased's mobile phone when you checked the body?"
The policeman called Xiao Zhang said no, "Zhang Jianguo just had a big trouser pocket, which was clean. The cell phone was either taken away by the murderer, or fell into the pond, but no matter what kind of guess, this cell phone It might all be gone..."
Since the murderer can kill people and throw away corpses, he naturally knows how to destroy props.
The case fell into confusion for a short time, and there was almost no evidence available. Li Shumei would cry after asking, and the three police comrades did not do any useless work. Some usable evidence could not be found.
Before leaving, the police chief saved Song Xi's number on his mobile phone, saying that his help might be needed during the case.
"Okay." Song Xi had nothing to say, and opened his mouth to read on the phone. He didn't pay attention, the face of the man beside him had already turned black, and he stood a little forward, showing a possessive attitude.
Like a lion in nature, it uses the most primitive way to send a dangerous signal to outsiders and strongly swears its own sovereignty.
After watching several police comrades leave, Song Xi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and almost bumped into a wall of flesh.
He rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache, "Why are you standing so close?"
Wu Bei took a step back with a sullen face, wanting to say something, his lips moved for a long time before he could say: "I didn't do anything."
The corners of Song Xi's eyes twitched, and he walked past the man to Li Shumei, who was emotionally unstable, and reminded: "Mom, take Dad into the house first, it's too hot outside."
On a hot day, a bowl of cold dishes will stink if left outside for a day, let alone people who are thoroughly cooled.
He Jianjun's body won't be able to be disposed of for a while. There is a custom of burial in the village, of course there is a custom of burial, stopping the coffin, keeping the coffin, eulogy, sealing the coffin, etc., all of which are indispensable.
After he finished speaking, Li Shumei didn't move, her expression was very dull.
Song Xi couldn't help sighing in his heart, this person died, and all the shortcomings could be downplayed or even erased. Li Shumei usually scolded two out of three sentences, but now she was so sad.
The uncle who had brought He Jianjun up hadn't left yet. Song Xi took two packs of cigarettes, and recruited another one from the village, each with a pack of cigarettes, and asked the two to carry the body into the main room together, and built a bridge with two benches. Bracket, put it on.
After tidying up, the people in the house left cleanly, only Song Xi and Li Shumei were left, and Wu Bei stood at the door, looking like he didn't want to come in but had to.
Seeing Li Shumei's distraught look, Song Xi sighed, took out his mobile phone and called He Jie.
The strange thing is that the phone rang several times, was just picked up and then hung up abruptly.
Song Xi called again, this time it was answered in seconds.
He Jie's voice was frighteningly hoarse, and his tone was a bit abnormal: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Song Xi said bluntly: "Dad died. The police said it was a homicide. Mom is a little unstable. You can see when you find time to come back."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, He Jie seemed to be digesting the news, Song Xi waited patiently for a while, and was so quiet that he was surprised that when the other party had hung up, He Jie spoke, her voice was so calm that there was almost no ups and downs.
"I see. I'll call Mom first."
Song Xi just wanted to say, just use his phone, but hung up after two beeps, without any delay.
Li Shumei was sitting next to the dining table, tightly holding the handle of the water glass. Not long after, a familiar phone rang in the room. Li Shumei subconsciously touched in his trouser pocket, and when he found something, he came back to his senses and stood up. She went into the back room to look for the phone, and after a while, her sporadic and inaudible voice rang out in the room.
When she came out again, Li Shumei's expression eased a lot, and she smiled forcedly at Song Xi: "Xiaokang, you can stay at home tonight, I just cleaned up your house early in the morning, and you haven't stayed at home for a long time to eat gone."
Song Xi just wanted to say no, but thought that after all, they were the original parents, and they would definitely not ignore them if they changed the original body, so he sighed and said, "Okay."
Li Shumei nodded, pushed aside her messy hair, showing a haggard face: "Sit down first, I'll go and change your dad's clothes."
For a while, there were only two people left in the room.
Song Xi looked at Wu Bei who was hovering near the door, and asked casually, "Are you going back today?"
Wu Bei said, "No return."
The person I like has an accident at home, and I feel uneasy after leaving, fearing that something will happen to him.
Song Xi asked again: "Sleeping at the village chief's house?"
Without even thinking about it, Wu Bei blurted out: "Sleep with you!"
The words were too fast, and by the time his brain came to his senses, Song Xi had already nodded, and responded: "It's fine...do you bring any toiletries?"
Wu Bei brought it with him, and he will keep a few sets of disposable toiletries in his car at any time, in case he doesn't have time to prepare for a sudden business trip.
He said, turned around and went out to get things from the car at the entrance of the village. When he reached the door, he turned back abruptly, took out his mobile phone, and covered his nervousness with a blunt tone: "How much is your phone number? I'll save it."
Song Xi glanced at him, didn't say anything, just read the numbers one by one.
Satisfied after saving the phone, Wu Bei put his hands in his trouser pockets and strode out the door.
Song Xi withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and propped himself up to the table to pull out a bench to sit on.
Li Shumei came out of the house, holding a fairly decent Chinese tunic suit, walked to He Jianjun's body, lifted the white cloth, took off the wet clothes on He Jianjun's body, wiped them casually with a towel, and put them on him one by one set of clothes.
While putting on her clothes, Li Shumei muttered, the words on her mouth were still so unpleasant, "Play cards, play cards, play cards every day, see if you die and collect the cards for you? No, in the end I will collect them for you. In the next life, I will collect them for you." Have a better baby, I will be exhausted from seeing you alive in this life."
The corpse couldn't speak, so it just lay there, allowing Li Shumei to toss and turn, chattering like a family routine.
Song Xi didn't know why, but suddenly felt a chill on his back, and there was a creepy feeling.
He quickly called out the system and played a piece of cheerful music in his mind. The atmosphere dissipated a lot in an instant, as if it was an illusion before.
Wu Bei came back very quickly. He probably ran all the way back. He packed all his things in bags and brought them here together.
Over there, Li Shumei changed her clothes, straightened up, thumped her back, and said to Song Xi: "I'll wash my hands and go to the field to find vegetables, and I'll get what I want to eat at home."
Song Xi said he knew it, and after seeing him off, he dragged Wu Bei into his former room to put things away.
Indeed, as Li Shumei said, the room was very clean, everything was neatly arranged, and the mat was rolled up and tied up in the corner of the bed.
Song Xi put Wu Bei's things on the small wooden table, and the other party glanced around with an indescribable expression.
"Have you lived in a place like this before?"
Song Xi rolled his eyes at him, "Yes, big boss."
Wu Bei also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly explained: "I, I didn't mean that, I meant... oh!"
Song Xi looked at him with folded arms.
Wu Bei thought he was angry because he hurt his self-esteem, and he was so anxious that he couldn't save his face, so he confessed his mistake: "I was wrong, don't be angry!"
Song Xi walked around the man twice as if he had seen a ghost, and touched his chin: "You must be possessed by something, right?"
Seemingly not angry, Wu Bei breathed a sigh of relief, put on a smile and joked: "Yeah, being possessed by a ghost, are you afraid?"
Song Xi blacked out, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned to spread the mat.
I didn't know where the mat was placed before, but Song Xi reached out and touched a hand of mud. He opened it and looked, and guessed that it was rubbed with dust on the corner of the wall.
Song Xi pulled some paper and wiped the dust, unfolded it and was about to spread it out, when the man next to him squeezed over, snatched the mat and spread it out without making a sound.
Song Xi thought it was almost over, but Wu Bei didn't return to normal until after dinner at night, packed up and went to bed, and rushed to do everything, like a child eager to behave.
In the room, the incandescent lamps illuminated the room brightly. Song Xi first washed and lay on the side of the bed. After waiting for a while, Wu Bei strode in from outside the room, his hair was wet|drenched, and his body was covered with water vapor.
He walked to the bed and didn't lie down immediately. He took a towel and wiped his hair. Although it was inconvenient to take a shower, Wu Bei took the bucket of water and went to the toilet for a simple flush.
Seeing that it was almost wiped off, Song Xi reminded: "It will dry by itself in a while."
Without further ado, Wu Bei put away the towel, climbed onto the bed in a hurry, and fell asleep on the side, suddenly remembered something, picked up the bag with a big hand, took out a small fan from inside, opened it and handed it to Song Xi.
"use this."
Song Xi didn't bring a fan, and he was flustered by the heat. It happened that this small fan could relieve the urgent need, so he took it unceremoniously and blew it on his face for a long time.
The temperature on his face dropped, Song Xi handed it over to blow on Wu Bei's face again.
"I'm not hot, you can blow it on." Saying that, Wu Bei turned off the light smoothly, and lay down neatly beside him, without moving.
Song Xi also lay down, his eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness yet, he could only see the darkness in front of him, only a glimmer of moonlight reflected from the wooden window.
The fan whined.
Song Xi tilted his head, and met a pair of scorching|hot eyes by the moonlight.
Because of their weird way of getting along, he and Song Xi succeeded and became the objects of police observation.
The inquisitive kind.
Obviously, this matter has nothing to do with the two of them. The police asked a lot, and finally got little information related to the case.
At this time, the policeman who went out to inquire about the news came back with definite news.
Yesterday, He Jianjun was playing cards at a place far away from the village. There were three card players, and there were quite a few people watching the cards. They said that they played until about [-] o'clock in the evening. , threw the card directly, and left with a dark face.
Many people have seen it, and it cannot be faked, but no one knows where he went after he left. It was late at that time, and almost everyone was asleep. After a busy day during the day, no one would go out for a walk in the middle of the night.
The leading policeman looked condensed: "Xiao Zhang, did you find the deceased's mobile phone when you checked the body?"
The policeman called Xiao Zhang said no, "Zhang Jianguo just had a big trouser pocket, which was clean. The cell phone was either taken away by the murderer, or fell into the pond, but no matter what kind of guess, this cell phone It might all be gone..."
Since the murderer can kill people and throw away corpses, he naturally knows how to destroy props.
The case fell into confusion for a short time, and there was almost no evidence available. Li Shumei would cry after asking, and the three police comrades did not do any useless work. Some usable evidence could not be found.
Before leaving, the police chief saved Song Xi's number on his mobile phone, saying that his help might be needed during the case.
"Okay." Song Xi had nothing to say, and opened his mouth to read on the phone. He didn't pay attention, the face of the man beside him had already turned black, and he stood a little forward, showing a possessive attitude.
Like a lion in nature, it uses the most primitive way to send a dangerous signal to outsiders and strongly swears its own sovereignty.
After watching several police comrades leave, Song Xi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and almost bumped into a wall of flesh.
He rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache, "Why are you standing so close?"
Wu Bei took a step back with a sullen face, wanting to say something, his lips moved for a long time before he could say: "I didn't do anything."
The corners of Song Xi's eyes twitched, and he walked past the man to Li Shumei, who was emotionally unstable, and reminded: "Mom, take Dad into the house first, it's too hot outside."
On a hot day, a bowl of cold dishes will stink if left outside for a day, let alone people who are thoroughly cooled.
He Jianjun's body won't be able to be disposed of for a while. There is a custom of burial in the village, of course there is a custom of burial, stopping the coffin, keeping the coffin, eulogy, sealing the coffin, etc., all of which are indispensable.
After he finished speaking, Li Shumei didn't move, her expression was very dull.
Song Xi couldn't help sighing in his heart, this person died, and all the shortcomings could be downplayed or even erased. Li Shumei usually scolded two out of three sentences, but now she was so sad.
The uncle who had brought He Jianjun up hadn't left yet. Song Xi took two packs of cigarettes, and recruited another one from the village, each with a pack of cigarettes, and asked the two to carry the body into the main room together, and built a bridge with two benches. Bracket, put it on.
After tidying up, the people in the house left cleanly, only Song Xi and Li Shumei were left, and Wu Bei stood at the door, looking like he didn't want to come in but had to.
Seeing Li Shumei's distraught look, Song Xi sighed, took out his mobile phone and called He Jie.
The strange thing is that the phone rang several times, was just picked up and then hung up abruptly.
Song Xi called again, this time it was answered in seconds.
He Jie's voice was frighteningly hoarse, and his tone was a bit abnormal: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Song Xi said bluntly: "Dad died. The police said it was a homicide. Mom is a little unstable. You can see when you find time to come back."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, He Jie seemed to be digesting the news, Song Xi waited patiently for a while, and was so quiet that he was surprised that when the other party had hung up, He Jie spoke, her voice was so calm that there was almost no ups and downs.
"I see. I'll call Mom first."
Song Xi just wanted to say, just use his phone, but hung up after two beeps, without any delay.
Li Shumei was sitting next to the dining table, tightly holding the handle of the water glass. Not long after, a familiar phone rang in the room. Li Shumei subconsciously touched in his trouser pocket, and when he found something, he came back to his senses and stood up. She went into the back room to look for the phone, and after a while, her sporadic and inaudible voice rang out in the room.
When she came out again, Li Shumei's expression eased a lot, and she smiled forcedly at Song Xi: "Xiaokang, you can stay at home tonight, I just cleaned up your house early in the morning, and you haven't stayed at home for a long time to eat gone."
Song Xi just wanted to say no, but thought that after all, they were the original parents, and they would definitely not ignore them if they changed the original body, so he sighed and said, "Okay."
Li Shumei nodded, pushed aside her messy hair, showing a haggard face: "Sit down first, I'll go and change your dad's clothes."
For a while, there were only two people left in the room.
Song Xi looked at Wu Bei who was hovering near the door, and asked casually, "Are you going back today?"
Wu Bei said, "No return."
The person I like has an accident at home, and I feel uneasy after leaving, fearing that something will happen to him.
Song Xi asked again: "Sleeping at the village chief's house?"
Without even thinking about it, Wu Bei blurted out: "Sleep with you!"
The words were too fast, and by the time his brain came to his senses, Song Xi had already nodded, and responded: "It's fine...do you bring any toiletries?"
Wu Bei brought it with him, and he will keep a few sets of disposable toiletries in his car at any time, in case he doesn't have time to prepare for a sudden business trip.
He said, turned around and went out to get things from the car at the entrance of the village. When he reached the door, he turned back abruptly, took out his mobile phone, and covered his nervousness with a blunt tone: "How much is your phone number? I'll save it."
Song Xi glanced at him, didn't say anything, just read the numbers one by one.
Satisfied after saving the phone, Wu Bei put his hands in his trouser pockets and strode out the door.
Song Xi withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and propped himself up to the table to pull out a bench to sit on.
Li Shumei came out of the house, holding a fairly decent Chinese tunic suit, walked to He Jianjun's body, lifted the white cloth, took off the wet clothes on He Jianjun's body, wiped them casually with a towel, and put them on him one by one set of clothes.
While putting on her clothes, Li Shumei muttered, the words on her mouth were still so unpleasant, "Play cards, play cards, play cards every day, see if you die and collect the cards for you? No, in the end I will collect them for you. In the next life, I will collect them for you." Have a better baby, I will be exhausted from seeing you alive in this life."
The corpse couldn't speak, so it just lay there, allowing Li Shumei to toss and turn, chattering like a family routine.
Song Xi didn't know why, but suddenly felt a chill on his back, and there was a creepy feeling.
He quickly called out the system and played a piece of cheerful music in his mind. The atmosphere dissipated a lot in an instant, as if it was an illusion before.
Wu Bei came back very quickly. He probably ran all the way back. He packed all his things in bags and brought them here together.
Over there, Li Shumei changed her clothes, straightened up, thumped her back, and said to Song Xi: "I'll wash my hands and go to the field to find vegetables, and I'll get what I want to eat at home."
Song Xi said he knew it, and after seeing him off, he dragged Wu Bei into his former room to put things away.
Indeed, as Li Shumei said, the room was very clean, everything was neatly arranged, and the mat was rolled up and tied up in the corner of the bed.
Song Xi put Wu Bei's things on the small wooden table, and the other party glanced around with an indescribable expression.
"Have you lived in a place like this before?"
Song Xi rolled his eyes at him, "Yes, big boss."
Wu Bei also realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly explained: "I, I didn't mean that, I meant... oh!"
Song Xi looked at him with folded arms.
Wu Bei thought he was angry because he hurt his self-esteem, and he was so anxious that he couldn't save his face, so he confessed his mistake: "I was wrong, don't be angry!"
Song Xi walked around the man twice as if he had seen a ghost, and touched his chin: "You must be possessed by something, right?"
Seemingly not angry, Wu Bei breathed a sigh of relief, put on a smile and joked: "Yeah, being possessed by a ghost, are you afraid?"
Song Xi blacked out, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned to spread the mat.
I didn't know where the mat was placed before, but Song Xi reached out and touched a hand of mud. He opened it and looked, and guessed that it was rubbed with dust on the corner of the wall.
Song Xi pulled some paper and wiped the dust, unfolded it and was about to spread it out, when the man next to him squeezed over, snatched the mat and spread it out without making a sound.
Song Xi thought it was almost over, but Wu Bei didn't return to normal until after dinner at night, packed up and went to bed, and rushed to do everything, like a child eager to behave.
In the room, the incandescent lamps illuminated the room brightly. Song Xi first washed and lay on the side of the bed. After waiting for a while, Wu Bei strode in from outside the room, his hair was wet|drenched, and his body was covered with water vapor.
He walked to the bed and didn't lie down immediately. He took a towel and wiped his hair. Although it was inconvenient to take a shower, Wu Bei took the bucket of water and went to the toilet for a simple flush.
Seeing that it was almost wiped off, Song Xi reminded: "It will dry by itself in a while."
Without further ado, Wu Bei put away the towel, climbed onto the bed in a hurry, and fell asleep on the side, suddenly remembered something, picked up the bag with a big hand, took out a small fan from inside, opened it and handed it to Song Xi.
"use this."
Song Xi didn't bring a fan, and he was flustered by the heat. It happened that this small fan could relieve the urgent need, so he took it unceremoniously and blew it on his face for a long time.
The temperature on his face dropped, Song Xi handed it over to blow on Wu Bei's face again.
"I'm not hot, you can blow it on." Saying that, Wu Bei turned off the light smoothly, and lay down neatly beside him, without moving.
Song Xi also lay down, his eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness yet, he could only see the darkness in front of him, only a glimmer of moonlight reflected from the wooden window.
The fan whined.
Song Xi tilted his head, and met a pair of scorching|hot eyes by the moonlight.
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