The end of the day [unlimited flow]

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a burly man with a hoe on his shoulders, some sweat on his forehead, and mud on his shoe covers. It looked like he had just returned from the fields.

He turned his head and glanced at the other sitting men and said, "What are you guys trying to do? It's not something shameful."

Hearing this, those few people jumped up from their seats one after another, and ran to stand behind him.

"What's going on?" The fat man didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, his neck was almost raised like a giraffe.

I saw the big man took a few steps forward, and after standing still in front of the village chief, he continued: "Do you know that the old king is dead? His funeral will be held tomorrow, and now you want someone to show us the sun, why? Let him Feelings after death?"

The people behind him also responded one after another, each of them seemed filled with righteous indignation.

"This..." the village chief looked embarrassed, "Even if I numbered your wish, the number of votes will definitely not beat the number one."

"Can't be overwhelmed?" The big man smiled, "In six months, more than ten people died one after another. Their family members don't want to know what's going on? Our family members don't want to know what's going on? Can solar energy save lives? Yes. Raise the dead?"

The fat man rubbed his chin, "This brother doesn't look very smart, he speaks in a way, and he can reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big man patted the wooden table in front of the village head, "You won't change it? If you don't change it, Lao Wang's coffin will be buried in front of your house tomorrow."

"...To be honest, is this a fucking threat?" The fat man continued to mutter.

"Are you the only one who talks too much? Then you can talk." Xiao Qianqian couldn't help complaining.

So the fat man rolled his eyes and shut up.

In six months, in a village with a total of only a hundred people, a dozen people died?

Fang Zhiyou stroked his chin, glanced at the women who were still sitting in their seats, all of them had uncertain expressions on their faces.

Could it be that the village head of this place is special?Do you have to listen to the village chief for everything?

Speaking of which, it seems that this burly man is very popular, why isn't he the village chief?It can't be hereditary...

"Then there is no sun to see now anyway, why not vote again?" The village chief said after sighing.

As soon as this remark came out, the group of people who were sitting dryly began to whisper again, but they couldn't hear what they said clearly.

"No need to vote, just vote with a show of hands." The big man said, condescendingly looking around at the rest of the villagers in the seats, with a strong sense of intimidation.

Sure enough, under the tiger-like gaze, almost everyone raised their hands tremblingly.

"So what's the matter..." Lin Rang touched his head, "This...we dare not ask after talking for a long time."

"Maybe they want us to find out how those dozen people died?" Lao Li guessed.

So Deng Zhou looked at Chu Xian cheerfully, "Don't we have a doctor here?"

"I... a surgeon, not a forensic doctor." Chu Xian re-emphasized her specialty.

"It's not just the cause of death." However, Fang Zhiyou put forward a unique opinion, "There must be a solution."

Sure enough, after a while, the big man came towards this side, and said politely, "Hello, my name is Huang Tai."

"Your name is Huang Tai, then your wife must be Mrs. Huang, and your son is called Crown Prince." The fat man laughed.

"I'm not married yet." Unexpectedly, Huang Tai replied solemnly.

"……Oh."

Huang Tai then continued: "Everyone heard it just now. In six months, more than a dozen people died. This is definitely not normal. You are from the earth and have a lot of experience. Maybe you can see something wrong. "

"How old are the dozen or so people who died?" Fang Zhiyou asked first. Could it be that the population of such a small village is aging?

Huang Tai naturally understood what he meant, "They are all young men in their thirties."

"All men?" The fat man was startled.

Huang Tai nodded.

There must be something odd about that.

"Could it be some kind of infectious disease?" Lin Rang asked with a flash of inspiration.

Fang Zhiyou immediately vetoed it, "It's not a Y chromosome, it's passed on from male to female..."

"..."

"You just said that another person died?" Zhu Liang asked this time.

Huang Tai nodded again, "Yes, he died suddenly late last night."

"Take us to have a look." Zhu Liang said.

So the group rushed to Lao Wang's house again in a hurry. Along the way, many families hung white cloths on the doorsteps, floating in the empty and narrow alleys, which was very strange.

Huang Tai, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly, turned around, stepped on the stone steps of the nearest house, knocked on the door, and shouted inside: "Sister-in-law Wang?"

After a while, the door opened, revealing half a pale face and a bloodshot eye, "Xiao Huang, what are you doing here?"

Huang Tai stepped back so that she could see the people behind her, "These are guests from the ground, they know more than us, and they must know what happened to Brother Wang's death."

However, Mrs. Wang didn't seem very happy, she still half-closed the door, and said with a sullen face, "So what if we know, he's already dead..."

"This..." Huang Tai was speechless, "If we don't find out why, what should other people do?"

"In the end, I still cherish my own life, but why do you want to spoil my husband's body? Can't you just let him go?" Sister-in-law Wang lowered her eyes and closed the door after saying this.

Huang Tai probably didn't expect such a rejection, so he smiled awkwardly at everyone.

"Although I think it's wrong, I can't tell what's wrong..." The fat man scratched his head and laughed a few times.

What should I do? If the body cannot be seen, even if it is a forensic doctor, there is nothing to do.

"Were you there when he died?" Chu Xian asked, frowning.

Huang Tai shook his head, "The corpse doesn't look particularly strange..."

"You just said that he will be buried tomorrow, right? Does the funeral know?" Fang Zhiyou raised his eyebrows and asked.

Seeing him ask this, Huang Tai probably guessed what he wanted to do, "Tomorrow I will carry the coffin together, why, you want to dig the grave?"

"Yes, do you have a shovel?" Fang Zhiyou replied with a smile.

Huang Tai was silent for a moment, then nodded, "There are four."

"Enough." Fang Zhiyou began to walk back while turning back, "Then let's talk about it tomorrow, it's time to go back to eat."

When it came to eating, the fat man clapped his hands, "Isn't that right, I have to go back and cook."

So the group walked back unsteadily again.

Aunt Li probably went to the fields and hasn't come back yet.Fortunately, the folk customs here are simple and honest, so there is no need to lock the door.

"Are Aunt Li and her husband in this photo?" Xiao Qianqian asked while looking at the black and white photo on the wall while eating a tomato.

The photo is very old, even if it is placed in a photo frame, the edges will inevitably turn yellow.The woman in the photo has beautiful long black straight hair, which complements her regular and delicate facial features with a bit of gentleness.The man has a middle-parted hairstyle, is handsome, has deep eyebrows and eyes, and wears a clean white shirt.

"It should be, maybe he passed away..." Wan Li also looked at the photo.

At this time, Aunt Li happened to push the door in with a basket of green vegetables on her back. Seeing the two standing in front of the black-and-white photo, she panicked.

Xiao Qianqian and Wan Li were taken aback by this reaction, and they looked at Aunt Li blankly, but they didn't know what to say.

After a long while, Wan Li said awkwardly, "Auntie, we...shouldn't be looking around, I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, Aunt Li seemed to have just recovered, and looked up at Wan Li, "No... I forgot to put it away."

"Why put it away?" Xiao Qianqian was puzzled, "What if I forget it someday?"

"I will never forget." Aunt Li forced a smile, "How can I forget this, five years have passed..."

As she spoke, Aunt Li reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, "I won't forget it in another 50 years."