The end of the day [unlimited flow]

"Five years..." Fang Zhiyou murmured.

At this moment, Aunt Li had already casually thrown the photo into a wooden box, and this photo that originally showed a happy life would never be seen again.

"Aunt Li, do you know what's going on in the village recently?" Lin Rang, who was sitting at the table, asked with his cheeks in his hands.

On such a day, everyone suddenly realized that the essence of tranquility and peace they thought before was a quiet and dead air.

Beneath the enthusiasm on the surface, there is probably an indifference that can't be warmed up.

Aunt Li pursed her lips, "This matter should not be mentioned in front of the guests."

"But how do you figure it out yourself?" The fat man replied while lighting the fire.

"No, this, we may not be able to figure it out?" Xiao Qianqian tilted her head, not knowing where the fat man's confidence came from.

The fat man chuckled twice, glanced at Fang Zhiyou and Zhu Liang, "There are two big brothers here."

"..."

"Why shouldn't you tell them in front of the guests?" Lin Rang was puzzled, "Isn't this something shameful?"

Aunt Li hesitated and shook her head, "No, the way of hospitality in the village is not to bring bad things in front of the guests. This kind of thing is unlucky, so it must not be said."

That's weird.Since this is the way of hospitality in the village, why did the big man during the day say that this is not something shameful?

"People in the village have always thought that this kind of thing happened only because they couldn't see the light, but since you said that the sun is gone, there is nothing wrong with it." After Aunt Li finished speaking, she took the vegetables and went to the sink to wash.

After dinner, everyone took another piece of watermelon and squatted down beside the stream at the back door to eat it.

Fang Zhiyou was lying on the Taishi chair with one hand on his head, staring at the eaves made of tiles and wooden slats in a daze, as if he had lived an old life, if there was another cattail fan...

As soon as I thought of this, I didn't know where to throw a palm leaf fan to cover my face, and when I opened it, I saw Zhu Liang looking at me quietly.

"Why?" Fang Zhiyou asked while holding the cattail fan and began to take care of his old age.

Zhu Liang frowned slightly, "Do you really want to dig a grave?"

Fang Zhiyou was still wandering, so he casually nodded and yawned again before looking up at him, "You can't be afraid of ghosts, can you?"

"I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I'm afraid of people." Zhu Liang replied.

Fang Zhiyou still nodded slowly, "Then I will stop being a human being."

"...What nonsense." Zhu Liang was a little confused.

"Zhu Liang, I was thinking just now. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go out. The village chief also said that the next level will be difficult. It's better to live here for the rest of my life. I didn't care at first. That's right." Fang Zhiyou stared at the eaves again, "Fatty found his ideal in life here, but my ideal is gone. In the days to come, I'll just wait for your explanation, then I'll give you an explanation. What are you panicking about, if you don’t want to dig the grave, you still wonder what it’s doing.”

Maybe these words sound worthless and inhumane, but he really thinks so, what else is worth his troubles?

With an indescribable expression on Zhu Liang's face, he replied after a while: "Did you forget one thing, all the dead are strong men, do you think you count?"

"..." Fang Zhiyou suddenly realized that brother Liang is still your brother Liang, "Forget it, let's dig, the dog's life is the most important thing."

"Digging the grave may give us some clues, but I don't think it's very good..." Zhu Liang finally expressed his thoughts frankly.

This is...Fang Zhi nodded, "Then dig in the dead of night."

……

That night, there was a lot of coolness in the evening wind, so I knew that you stared at the ceiling in a daze through the street lamp that came in from the window.

The people in this village always give him a strange feeling.

Even if Mrs. Wang doesn't want her husband's body to be damaged, it's understandable, but there are still many women who voted, and their husbands haven't had any accidents yet, don't they want to know what's going on?Aren't you afraid that one day you will harm your husband?

The village head is also, isn't he afraid that something will happen to him one day?

Thinking about it, a yawn caught off guard and overwhelmed with tiredness, so I knew that some comrades gave up thinking, turned over and went to play chess with Zhou Gong in his dream.

Early the next morning, the melodious and loud suona sound disturbed the dream.

Fang Zhiyou stroked his hair that was messed up like a chicken coop, and looked out sleepily. Sure enough, there was a group of people marching along the stream. This was probably the funeral procession, but why did this scene seem familiar?

The white paper flies up, and after falling into the water, it flows downstream, as if it is leading the soul of the dead to the Wangchuan River.

Of course, he was not the only one who was woken up, so that when he went downstairs, almost all the seats were full.

Today's breakfast was cooked by Fatty, who is rough-handed but not rough-handed. The steamed buns are all exquisite and taste good, but it's a pity that there is not even a little bit of minced meat.

"Aunt." Fang Zhiyou shouted as soon as he swallowed a bun, "The village chief said before that he went to the next level and escaped back. When did that happen?"

Hearing this, Aunt Li narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was remembering, and replied after a while: "It was about five years ago."

Fang Zhi nodded and remained silent.

After a day of laziness, the village gradually calmed down. The street lights were on, but the lights of each house were dimmed.

Only then did you know that as soon as you turned one leg out of the window, you met Zhu Liang in the next room...

The atmosphere became a little bit awkward, and after a long time, Zhiyou waved his hand, "What a coincidence, you also went through the window?"

Zhu Liang couldn't help smiling, but didn't bother to talk to him, stepped on the window directly, and landed steadily on the ground with a neat jump.

This set of flowing movements provoked a few "tsk tsk", "It's different when you're older, with old arms and legs, you can't be handsome anymore." Then he slowly moved the other long leg It was very difficult to move out, and sat on the windowsill dangling for a long time before jumping up.

After a while, Huang Tai came rushing here with four shovels on his shoulders.

"Look at this, there are four more shovels." Fang Zhiyou looked back and said.

As soon as the words were finished, two more people came out from the shadow of the narrow alley, they were Fatty and Chu Xian.

"Damn it, thanks to the fact that we've been squatting at the door for so long, you meet here." The fat man said cursingly.

"Just one more, now one less." Chu Xian also smiled lightly.

Fang Zhiyou pointed to the small bag on the fat man's waist and asked, "What are you pretending to be?"

"These are pancakes made by Wanli. They said they were afraid that we would be too hungry to dig the grave." The fat man happily patted his pocket and replied, "I've already eaten one, and it tastes good."

plane?Fang Zhiyou couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

As a result, a group of five people walked along the stream and walked for about half an hour before seeing the path up the mountain. The weeds on the side of the road were as tall as people, and the wind swayed from time to time, making a rustling sound.

Almost halfway up the mountain, Huang Taicai stopped, and led the crowd to the short stele, "This is it."

"Okay, let's start." Fang Zhiyou said, and dropped the shovel.

In this dense night, apart from the rustling of grass dancing in the wind, there is also the rustling of shovels digging the ground.

"Digging a grave is something familiar once." The fat man kept talking nonsense, and started talking nonsense again.

They didn't think anything was wrong after hearing this, but Huang Tai was surprised, "Have you dug graves before?"

The fat man smiled nonchalantly, "Our group is the Yuling Mountain Grave Digging Team."

"..."

These two people, one who dared to brag and the other who dared to listen, chatted like this until the coffin lid revealed a corner and the topic was considered to be over.

After everyone speeded up to shovel away all the sand and soil on the coffin lid, Huang Tai first apologized to the person inside, and then pried off the coffin lid, a sour and rotten smell came out of his nostrils, choking Everyone covered their noses and frowned.

As a surgeon, Chu Xian had seen bloody scenes, but it was probably the first time she had seen this kind of giant view, and she was somewhat stimulated, so she stood aside for a while before standing in front of the wooden coffin and looking inside.

The fat man lay on the other side and vomited, probably regretting why he ate that pancake.

"His nails." Also standing beside the coffin was Zhu Liang, pointing at the hands of the corpse.

So Chu Xian's gaze also fell over, and sure enough, the nails of the corpse were gray-black, "Is there a knife or something?"

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyou touched the puppy's leg in his pocket and hesitated.

"Use a shovel." Zhu Liang said, and handed over the one in his hand.

Chu Xian didn't mind at all, and after receiving it, she directly opened the corpse with a shovel, and slowly, her complexion gradually turned pale.

"Black?" Fang Zhiyou squatted beside the coffin, frowning and asked, "Is he poisoned?"

After all, Chu Xian is not a professional forensic doctor, so she can only make a vague judgment based on her knowledge from previous books, "It should be, the color is not quite right, and the hair is falling out."

"Poisoned?" Huang Tai was puzzled, "What kind of poison?"

"..." The five looked at each other.

At this time, a burst of dense footsteps came from the weeds...