Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

To be precise, this is not the first time Jin An has been suspected.

During the level assessment dungeon, he was questioned by Feng Jiang for the entire dungeon because of his identity as an undercover agent, and he was considered experienced in the situation before him.

The only difference from the level dungeon was that there was an obvious corpse in front of him, with a hideous face lying in front of Jin An, which still made him a little nervous.

He squeezed his fingers, lowered his eyes, and then retorted in a low voice: "It wasn't me, I didn't kill him."

"When I left in the afternoon, he was still fine."

Although he was flustered at the time, he still remembered that when he opened the door of the ancestral hall, Li Mingqiang had already chased him, otherwise he wouldn't be so scared that he wouldn't dare to stop and rest after running out.

But Village Chief Li didn't fully believe Jin An's words, and said directly: "But Aunt Li said that in the afternoon, you were the only one who hurried out of the ancestral hall."

"You look very anxious, since you didn't kill Ming Qiang, why did you run away?"

Jin An was taken aback by the question, remembering what happened in the afternoon, he couldn't help frowning.

He wanted to say directly that it was because Li Mingqiang wanted to bully him, but under the bright eyes of the people around him, he couldn't say what he was about to blurt out.

Jin An's brief pause was regarded as a guilty conscience by the surrounding villagers, and some people in the crowd began to discuss the possibility of Jin An lying, and some even said: "It must have been killed by Widow An, otherwise how could Ming Qiang die so suddenly. "

"It's just the two of them in the ancestral hall in the afternoon, who else could it be if it wasn't him."

Jin An couldn't hear it, wanted to refute but didn't dare to tell the truth, between tangled, Feng Jiang said directly: "He didn't kill him."

The gossip around stopped, and the ancestral hall fell silent.

Jin An looked up, and the man with a stern face was also frowning at the moment, as if looking for a place for Jin An, his cold eyes scanned the talkative villagers around, and finally stopped on the corpse on the ground.

"His hands are not that big." Feng Jiang went to the corpse and squatted down, pinched Li Mingqiang's chin and raised it upwards.

Jin An and the surrounding villagers looked over at the same time.

There is a purple bruise between Li Mingqiang's chin and neck, especially the two points below the ears, which are so purple that they are black. Looking at Feng Jiang's comparison with his hands, Jin An immediately remembered Lu Shichu on his lap. After leaving traces, Qin Sheng and Feng Jiang squatted in front of him and questioned him at the same time.

It was also so serious that his legs were not close together, so he could only be forced to open them, allowing the two men to look inside along the animal skin.

As Jin An thought about it, his toes turned up.

After a few hours, the traces on the corpse also emerged. Li Jue took a flashlight and shone at the place Feng Jiang pointed at. Under the white light, the traces became more and more obvious.

Starting from the chin, and slanting upwards to the back of the ears, when Feng Jiang's hand covered it, it was just enough to lift it up.

"Jin'an's strength is also weak. There is no way to lift a grown man from the ground and sustain him until he suffocates to death."

There was no sound in the ancestral hall, and for a moment they were only staring at Feng Jiang's actions. In the face of the real evidence, all gossip seemed extremely ridiculous.

It wasn't until Feng Jiang withdrew his hand and stood up that the stagnant atmosphere around him eased a bit.

Feng Jiang looked at Jin An, as if comforting, and said firmly: "The murderer cannot be An An."

……

"Widow Ann, can you tell us more about what happened this afternoon?"

After the farce, there were only seven people left in the ancestral hall, the village head, Li Jue, Feng Jiang and Jiang Li. It seemed that in order to prevent Feng Jiang and them from escaping, the village head specially called the two young people to stay and discuss together.

Jin'an heard the village chief call them Li Da and Li Er, which are very common NPC names.

At this time, Jin An was standing in the middle, and after hearing the village chief's question, he paused for two seconds and told what happened in the afternoon.

"When he came back in the afternoon, I was resting in the ancestral hall. Li Mingqiang told me that you found a small hole in the mountain god's tomb, and you won't be back until very late."

Without the villagers watching, Jin An wasn't so embarrassed, but when he really said it, thinking of Li Mingqiang's eyes at that time, he still couldn't hide his disgusted frown, with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Then I wanted to go to the mountain to find you, but Li Mingqiang suddenly, suddenly rushed towards me..."

Li Jue, who was listening to Jin An's words quietly, paused, his eyes fixed on Jin An opposite.

Jin An was afraid of being interrupted by the stares of the people around him, and his eyes were drooping, so he didn't notice Li Jue's sudden drastic expression change.

He pinched the hem of his clothes and said in a low voice: "He said that no one is here, so the two of us can be convenient."

"I didn't want to, so I pushed him away and ran away..."

In fact, Li Mingqiang didn't touch him at all. When the other party rushed towards him, Jin An overturned the altar and blocked it. However, Jin An still remembered the last time the village chief would be on guard when he saw him sticking to the statue, so he took this The past is deliberately ignored.

Even so, when the village head saw the tables and chairs lying down in the ancestral hall, he still asked: "The altar table was pushed by you?"

Jin An thought for a while before saying, "It was Li Ming who forced it."

"He closed the door of the ancestral hall at that time, so I hid behind the altar first. He wanted to catch me, so he accidentally overturned the altar..."

He spoke more and more quietly, as if he was recalling something bad, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Jin An said softly: "The incense burner was overturned, and the incense ash just choked him, and then I took this opportunity to run out. I was afraid that he would come after me, so I just kept running without daring to stop. I don't know what happened."

"Wait for me and Li..."

When Jin An said this, he paused in vain. He remembered Li Jue's alienated attitude just now, swallowed the words back, and said, "When Professor Feng came back, he was already like this."

In order to be more convincing, Jin An also muffledly said: "If I killed him, I could have just run away in the afternoon."

There was a moment of silence in the ancestral hall. Li Jue unconsciously clenched the hand holding the flashlight. Before the village chief could speak, he gave a muffled "hmm" and testified for Jin'an.

Compared with Jin An, the village head obviously trusted Li Jue's attitude more. After sorting out the matter, he didn't know how Li Mingqiang died.

There were very few Murakami who were strong enough to choke a person and fell, and the few who were present who were strong enough to do so had their alibi. The village chief frowned and did not speak for a while.

Seeing that the time had been quiet for a long time, Feng Jiang said with a cold face, "Call the police."

As soon as the words came out, the village head hurriedly said: "No!"

Jin An was stunned by the panicked attitude of the village head.

"There are too many people in and out of the village, and it is easy to disturb the mountain god and punish us."

"Maybe this is the curse of disturbing the mountain god."

Jin An stared blankly at the village head opposite.

The ugly-faced middle-aged man frowned, looking at the collapsed altar and Li Mingqiang's body on the ground, not far away was the dead rooster they brought up to complain about this morning.

After a long time, the village chief said with serious eyes: "That's the end of this matter."

Jin An never thought that this matter would end so easily. After all, in his opinion, the general death in the dungeon is the turning point of the plot. Jin An frowned because of the words of the village chief, and was wondering whether to say anything more In vain, the village head turned to look at him.

Jin An was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. The village chief didn't have the usual slick smile. After looking at him for a few seconds, he looked away and turned to look at Feng Jiang.

He said: "Since Professor Feng and you have to go into the mountain god's tomb to check, Widow An can only stay in our village."

what?

"In the next few days, we will prepare the sacrificial ceremony of the mountain god, and ask the mountain god for forgiveness. Widow An and we will not entertain you, Professor Feng. Please feel free to do so."

After speaking, without waiting for Feng Jiang's answer, he turned and left.

Jin An stared blankly at the back of the village chief, not knowing what happened, but Feng Jiang and Li Jue beside him had the same ugly expressions.

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What happened?

Jin'an was in a daze, the murderer hadn't been found, so how could there be more Fengjiang to enter the ancient tomb and an inexplicable sacrifice?Does that mean the plot line has started?

Jin An's head was so big, but no one answered him.

"Go take a shower first, and I'll explain to you later."

Feng Jiang took Jin An's hand and pushed him into the room.

Jin An opened his mouth, still wanting to ask something, but when facing Feng Jiang's serious expression, he closed it again.

"it is good."

He stayed in the mountains for several hours, and his body was covered with water vapor. If he didn't take a hot bath quickly to get rid of the cold, he would definitely catch a cold.

Feng Jiang paid more attention to his physical condition than Jin An. After asking people to enter the room to wait, he asked Li Jue to borrow the kitchen. He quickly boiled a bucket of hot water and brought it into the room. Feng Jiang wanted to go to Jin An when Jin An went in to wash. Li Jue brought a set of Jin'an's clothes to him as soon as he left the small room.

It was cleaned for Jin'an last time, and I never had a chance to send it back. At this time, it can be used as spare clothes.

Feng Jiang took it with a sulky face, let out a cold sigh, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Jiang Li, who was squatting aside: "..."

What a damn Shura field atmosphere is this!

……

And Jin'an didn't know the twists and turns of the two people outside the door. After entering this dungeon, it was the first time he took such a comfortable bath, so the washing time was longer than before. When he went out with dirty clothes, dawn Qiang's body was carried away, and the ancestral hall was tidied up, as if nothing had happened.

"The village chief just called for someone to remove the corpse." Seeing him stunned, Feng Jiang took the initiative to explain.

Jin An said "Oh", turned around and saw Li Jue standing not far away, saw him looking over, walked over with his mouth pursed, and reached out to grab the wooden barrel in Jin An's hand.

Jin An subconsciously hid, Li Jue's hands froze in place, his eyes slightly raised, and he looked at Jin An quietly.

Jin An bit his mouth and whispered, "Don't bother you, I can wash it myself."

It was a very ordinary and polite attitude, but Li Jue's body froze instantly. He was silent for a long time before he straightened up, his wolf-like eyes still staring at Jin An.

Jin An lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at Li Jue. He didn't raise his head until another player, Jiang Li, came over with some freshly steamed sweet potatoes.

"Everyone make do with it first, Xiao An, you take one too."

The self-cooked Jiang Li directly stuffed a big sweet potato into Jin An's hand, it was steamed and still a little hot, Jin An picked up his clothes in a panic after taking it, looking a little funny.

Feng Jiang couldn't hold back his laughter, and after helping Jin'an get the sweet potatoes, he directly carried the man back into the room.

The laundry bucket and a stray dog ​​were left directly outside the door.

The author says:

Li Jue: Why do you thank me for An An! !

Feng Jiang: Oh, stray dogs.

Thank you friends for your irrigation. The next few chapters will end with [-] red envelopes, and after the end, there will be a lucky draw——

感谢在2022-10-0117:03:24-2022-10-0220:59:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of dried fish; 5 bottles of subfish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!