I'm dead again [quick time travel]

"This rain is weird..."

When Qiao Jiu went downstairs, he heard Wang Qingqing's voice.

His footsteps paused, and he also felt strange, it was almost the Chinese New Year, even if it rained, it shouldn't be so heavy.

Footsteps came from behind, it was Gu Ci, Qiao Jiu only glanced at it from the corner of his eye, without turning his head.

Wang Qingqing was lighting the fire, and saw them at this moment: "Qiao Jiu, Gu Ci, come to warm up."

The firewood is much warmer than the stove.

Qiao Jiu walked over in a daze, poured water to wash his face, and listened to the conversation between Wang Qingqing and Qiao Dahe.

"I don't know who killed Qiandao..."

"Did you close the door last night?"

"It's pitiful for Fangfang. She finally gave birth to a son, and the man died again. I don't know how her mother-in-law will criticize him..."

Qiao Dahe buried his head in his cigarette and listened silently.

"I'm going to see Fangfang later..."

"Go," Qiao Dahe said, "see if there's anything I can help you with."

Qiao Jiu: "I'll go too."

"What are you going to do!" Wang Qingqing frowned: "Stay well at home."

Qiao Dahe glanced at Qiao Jiu: "Let him go, he is not young anymore."

Gu Ci took the water that Qiao Jiu was about to pour: "Then I'll go too." Saying this, he went out and poured the water.

Wang Qingqing was a little embarrassed when she saw it: "Don't you have long hands yourself? Someone else has to pour the water!"

Qiao Jiu didn't care, looked at Gu Ci with a smile on his face: "I didn't ask him to pour it."

"It's okay." Gu Ci glanced at Qiao Jiu, then said to Wang Qingqing.

Wang Qingqing smiled motherly: "If only our Qiao Jiu could be as sensible as you."

Qiao Jiu pursed his lips, and found Gu Ci staring at him again.

Obviously good-looking, but the smile on this face is really hypocritical.

Yesterday he still looked like someone owed him 800 million, but today he changed back to the original.

But Wang Qingqing still eats this set.

After breakfast, Qiao Jiu wrapped up a big padded jacket and went out with Wang Qingqing, Gu Ci followed.

Qiao Yehong's body was taken back to the police station by those policemen. There was still a policeman living in the house, and when they saw Qiao Jiu, they stopped him and asked a few words.

When Wang Qingqing entered the house, Qiao Jiu was at the door, watching the yard carefully.

The rain stopped yesterday afternoon, the ground was still wet and muddy when stepped on, and there was a strange smell in his breath, Qiao Jiu knew it was his own illusion.

But he hates this feeling so much, it reminds him of many unpleasant things.

There was not much change in the yard, except that a corpse was missing, and the blood stains from yesterday were washed away by the rain.

A sudden coolness came from behind, Qiao Jiu turned around and almost bumped into Gu Ci.

Qiao Jiu was about to speak when he suddenly saw the wall next to Gu Ci, with couplets pasted on it, and there were many messy marks on the upper half, which seemed to be scratched by hands.The entire bottom half is gone.

The wooden boards next to the couplets are all black, as if they were smoked, as is the case with many houses in the village.

Gu Ci was standing behind him, very close, much taller than Qiao Jiu, 10 centimeters by visual inspection.

Qiao Jiu was very accurate in judging this gap.

This body is only 172, and Gu Ci should be around 182.

Just when Xia Fangfang came out with a basin, Qiao Jiu took a look and found that it was full of women's clothes.

Seeing Qiao Jiu, she nodded, her face pale.

Qiao Jiu pointed to the scratches on the couplet: "Aunt Fangfang, how did you do this?"

Xia Fangfang froze for a moment, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"It's okay," Qiao Jiu smiled suddenly: "I'll just ask casually, Aunt Fangfang, you are busy."

Xia Fangfang hurried away, as if someone was chasing him behind.

The little policeman who stayed behind came over: "We asked this question yesterday."

"Huh?" Qiao Jiu looked at him, pretending to be confused: "What did you say?"

Gu Ci handed the little policeman a cigarette, and the little policeman accepted it smoothly, without saying anything, but with a smug expression on his face.

"Do not want to know?"

Qiao Jiuhehe: "Say what you say."

The little policeman lowered his voice: "It was left when the old woman beat her daughter-in-law."

In the memory of the original body, Wang Gui often beat Xia Fangfang, and he didn't stop until he gave birth to a boy last year.

Xia Fangfang's words are believable.

But Qiao Jiu always felt that something was wrong.

The little policeman and Gu Ci chatted a few words from time to time, Qiao Jiu stared at the couplet in front of him and fell into deep thought.

It rained yesterday, and the couplets were so wet that I couldn't see anything clearly.

The voice of the little policeman came from the ear.

"It was an accident. When I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, I fell and hit a rock..."

"Everyone has his own fate, it can only be counted as his unlucky..."

"It can be dragged back after a few days in the police station..."

Qiao Jiu was furious when he heard that this is the police in this place.

"The system is Xia Fangfang."

"The host please think carefully."

Joe hesitated for a long time.

System: "Has the host been identified?"

"No." Qiao Jiu took a deep breath to suppress the impulse that just came up.

Xia Fangfang had an alibi. Her mother returned to Yangjiacun with Wang Gui for her birthday, and she came back in the morning.

He was talking to the system, and it seemed to others that he was in a daze. Gu Ci stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him several times before he realized it.

The policeman is gone.

Gu Ci spoke, his voice was very soft: "What are you thinking?"

Qiao Jiu shook his head.

There is a pile of stones in the corner of the yard. The house has only been renovated for a few years. It is normal to keep stones. Qiao Yehong died on these stones.

When Xia Fangfang went in again, Qiao Jiu heard Wang Gui cursing again, and after a while there was a child crying.

Wang Qingqing came out frowning, saw Qiao Jiu looking into the room, and couldn't help complaining: "I'm really getting more and more confused..."

I won't say much, Wang Qingqing never commented on other people's affairs.

When she passed by that pair of couplets, Qiao Jiu glanced at them by accident.

Before going to bed at night, Gu Ci went to Qiao Jiu's room. Qiao Jiu was writing something, Gu Ci didn't say anything, and sat on the bed directly, reaching for the notebook in Qiao Jiu's hand.

Qiao Jiu stood up abruptly, and before he could say anything, he heard a "呲——".

Qiao Jiu was taken aback for a moment, but Gu Ci still had that expressionless expression on his face.

But just like this, the little flame in Qiao Jiu's heart became more and more prairie.

He found that this person was really weird. He always put on a smiling face in front of others, but as long as he was alone with him, he turned into a face of ice.

I was also surprised, seeing him laughing felt hypocritical, and seeing his serious expression made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Thoughts are only for a moment.

Qiao Jiu, who came back to his senses, was furious when he saw the torn notebook with several pages in his hand, and Gu Ci's indifferent appearance seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"Are you sick----"

With the words stuck in his throat, Qiao Jiu stared at the notebook in his hand, when a light suddenly flashed in his mind.

He held the book in front of his eyes and stared at it for a long time.

"I know!" Qiao Jiu suddenly became excited and ran downstairs.

"Mom, let me go out!"

It was dark outside.

Qiao Jiu took a flashlight and ran out the door.

"Ah--" There was a shrill scream in the dark night.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Qiao Jiu had just left the door when he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He had an ominous premonition, and quickly stabilized his body and ran towards the direction of the sound.

It's Qiao Yehong's family.

Wang Qingqing's voice came from behind: "Qiao Jiu, don't go out!"

When Qiao Jiu ran over, the lights in the village were gradually turned on, and the screams woke up the people who had already fallen asleep.

The lights in Qiao Yehong's house were all on. When Qiao Jiu arrived, there were already many people in the house, most of whom lived nearby. The room was very noisy, screaming, crying of children, talking, and Wang Gui cursing. .

Qiao Jiu held the courtyard door with one hand, panting heavily.

The first time I saw Xia Fangfang in the crowd.

She was lying on the ground with a very long gash on her neck. It was really long. Even if Qiao Jiu was far away from her, he could still see the blood gushing out of it.

Like a little fountain.

Qiao Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he ran to Xia Fangfang's side, thinking about first aid in his mind.

Carotid artery...carotid artery...

Qiao Jiu stretched out his hand frantically, but it was useless at all, the blood was getting more and more bloody, and his whole hand was wet with blood.

Xia Fangfang stared at Qiao Jiu, her face was pale, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

At this moment, Qiao Jiu felt that Xia Fangfang was like a dying fish.

Xia Fangfang turned her head slowly, glanced at the door, and finally stared at the child who was held in someone's arms not far away, showing a faint smile.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down, and then there was an even bigger noise.

Xia Fangfang is dead.

Qiao Jiu sat on the ground as if he had collapsed. There was blood on his hands and clothes, even on his face.