The system is forcing me to heal the cannon fodder male supporting role again

Zhu Zhipan snorted: "Stay stubborn, okay, let me ask you, is there really a corpse in this coffin?!"

"What?!" Lin Bo exclaimed in surprise.

Not only Lin Bo, but Lu Ji and Shen Zhiwei were also very shocked. They all turned their heads and looked at the wooden coffin placed in the hall.

It's empty here?

Lin Bo looked at the coffin, then at the woman: "This...what the hell is going on?"

The young woman hurriedly said: "Why did your lord say that? Could it be that the women of the people still want to fake the death of their husband? What good will this do for the women of the people!"

Zhu Zhipan said: "It is true that you did not fake your husband's death, but you have already buried the body. This coffin is placed here to stop the coffin. It is simply a deception!"

The woman trembled all over: "Dare to ask your lord, why did I do this!"

"If you do this, it's because he didn't die of a sudden illness at all! This is the end of the story, if you open the coffin, you will know if it is true or not!"

Hearing this, the woman immediately threw herself in front of the coffin and cried, "What the women said is absolutely true! The adults who came here didn't pay homage to their deceased husband, but they still want to disturb the peace of the deceased!"

The cries were loud, and not long after, all the neighbors and villagers were led to point and point at Lu Ji and others.The woman cried even harder, and Lin Bo hesitated.Had to step forward to appease.

Zhu Zhipan was still relentless, and went forward like a cockfight.Lu Ji had no choice but to drag him away with Shen Zhiwei and Shen Zhiwei.

"Why are you dragging me?! Let me go!" In a secluded place, Zhu Zhipan broke away from the two of them, angrily saying, "That woman is clearly lying, do you believe her or me?"

Lu Ji sighed: "Of course I believe you."

Shen Zhiwei said: "How did you find out?"

Zhu Zhipan snorted coldly: "This is not easy."

He stretched out his hand and made a "one": "The yellow wooden coffin is made of paulownia wood, the cheapest kind on the market. The coffin boards are light and thin. The weather is hot now. If someone really died in it for more than three days It’s impossible for the dead body to have no smell. Even if we can’t smell it, there won’t be a single fly. Don’t you think the room is too clean?”

Shen Zhiwei thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's true."

Zhu Zhipan then compared a "two": "There are traces of dead spirits in the yard, the brick wall in the southeast corner is blackened, and there are yellow paper ashes, which proves that there has been a funeral and burial before, and naturally there is no way to have another one." The coffin of the corpse."

Lu Ji raised his hand: "Then why don't other villagers know?"

Zhu Zhipan looked at him with contempt: "Of course it's because she did it behind someone's back."

Lu Ji rubbed his nose, forget it, since he was still counting on him to investigate the case, he didn't care about his attitude.

Zhu Zhipan said: "She had many scratches on her hands. She was buried in a hurry. She must not tell others. It is very likely that even the funeral coffin was made by herself. That's why there are several blue stone slabs in the yard. The extremely clear track marks are all traces of pulling carts during the burial."

Lu Ji smacked his lips, and had to admire his observation ability. He had already thought so much in just a short while.

"Third," Zhu Zhipan raised his third finger, "That boy should be about 12 years old. At such an age, when his biological father passed away, he didn't respond at all. Either he was calm and scary, or he was in the coffin The one lying there is not his father at all. I think the latter is more likely."

Thinking of that spooky boy, Lu Ji couldn't help rubbing his arms.

"The time of this person's death is so strange, there must be something inside. The old custom in the capital is to stop the coffin for three days. It stands to reason that after tonight, it should be buried. If you want to confirm, you have to find out the place of burial and open the coffin for an autopsy."

Hearing the words "open the coffin for autopsy", Lu Ji immediately trembled, subconsciously grabbed the side, and grabbed the arm of the person beside him.

Hearing a low laugh, Lu Ji froze, and let go of his hand quickly, but was held by Shen Zhiwei instead. Before he could break free, Shen Zhiwei had already let go.

He said softly: "If you are afraid, you don't have to go, don't worry."

Lu Ji wanted to speak hard at first, but he also felt that it was meaningless. He lowered his eyes and folded his hands, feeling a little disappointed.

It's not that he doesn't want to participate, it's that he is not afraid of anything, but he is indeed most afraid of ghosts and gods.

Speaking of this life, he didn't have many nightmares, but in his previous life, he often had a dream.In the dream, the ghosts with blue faces and fangs, roaring and struggling ghosts, the dead river, and the dark hall all hovered in front of my eyes.People holding pens and account books stood in a row, shouting and asking questions incessantly, which woke him up from a nightmare, sweating and panting.

After thinking too much, Lu Ji felt a little palpitating again. He closed his eyes and silently recited the old man's name Marx several times, finally calming down.

Zhu Zhipan clasped his hands together: "Tonight, let's open the coffin!"

Night falls.

Shangquan Village is a very prosperous village, and the villagers are very diligent.It starts at sunrise, rests at sunset, and the time of Hai is just over. The village is already pitch black, and every house is lit. There is only one family, and a candle is still burning.

In the mourning hall, the young woman in the daytime was kneeling in front of the coffin, throwing paper money after paper money into the charcoal brazier.His eyes were straight, looking somewhere in the void, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the white flags in the mourning hall.The candlelight on the sacrificial altar flickered, and the black shadow flashed past.

"Who?!" Startled, the woman raised her head and looked around, her voice trembling slightly, "Da Lang, is that you?"

She tried to stand up, but suddenly stopped.

On the wall directly in front of the coffin, there is a huge "Dian" character.At this moment, a black shadow is reflected on the word "Dian".

It was the outline of a person.

She opened her mouth wide, but before she could scream, there was a dull sound.

The woman fell limply to the ground.

Shen Zhiwei lowered his sleeves, and the figure on the word "Dian" put down his hands.

Two heads protruded from the door, one on the left and the other on the right.Zhu Zhipan's eyes lit up, and he rushed in first: "Quickly, quickly, open the coffin and see if it's empty!"

Shen Zhiwei turned his head, and Lu Ji huddled by the door, looking like he was about to enter but stopped.

Zhu Zhipan stood beside the coffin and rubbed his hands: "Master Shen, I still need to trouble you to come with me...Master Shen?"

Zhu Zhipan turned his head and wondered, "Lord Lu, why are you standing so far away, come in and help."

With difficulty in Lu Ji's throat: "That..."

Zhu Zhipan was stunned, and drawled his tone: "Master Lu, actually, my guess may not be right, there might be a rotten body inside..."

Lu Ji stared at him, his scalp felt numb, he couldn't help swallowing, his legs trembled a little, and he wanted to back up, but his feet seemed to be nailed in place.

Zhu Zhipan lowered his voice, and continued: "He died strangely, maybe his soul is still..." Before he finished speaking, his neck suddenly felt cold.

Zhu Zhipan froze, turned his head, and saw Shen Zhiwei standing aside with a calm face.

Shen Zhiwei glanced at him: "I can come by myself, he doesn't need to come."

Zhu Zhipan was inexplicably a little guilty, he said "oh", and shut his mouth obediently.

"I'll count to one or two, let's go together." Zhu Zhipan said.

Shen Zhiwei was noncommittal.

Zhu Zhipan took two mouthfuls into his palms, rubbed his hands together, put them on the coffin lid, moved his qi to his dantian, and shouted: "Ha—" With his hands hard, his face flushed in a short while.

Shen Zhiwei suddenly said: "Stand back."

"Ah?" Zhu Zhipan was taken aback, but before he could move, Shen Zhiwei suddenly kicked the coffin lid.Zhu Zhipan's eyes widened in an instant, and he was hit hard in the abdomen. Before he could utter a cry of pain, he was knocked out by the coffin lid and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhu Zhipan under the coffin lid moved twice, but did not move.

Shen Zhiwei brushed off his sleeves, and stood still with his hands behind his back: "It's really light."

Lu Ji was dumbfounded.

Hissing in pain, Zhu Zhipan crawled out from under the coffin lid with difficulty, complaining to Shen Zhiwei: "Master Shen, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Shen Zhiwei said: "I said it."

Zhu Zhipan jumped: "Who can react to what you said so late, the ghosts are the only ones who can react!"

Shen Zhiwei ignored him, looked down into the coffin, and turned to look at the door.

Lu Ji met his gaze, only to hear him say: "It's empty, come in." He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Rubbing his waist, Zhu Zhipan walked to the coffin, and said angrily: "The same people have different fates!"

Lu Ji was about to step into the house when he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his right shoulder and was patted.

He froze all over, slowly turned his head, and there was no one there.

Lu Ji's hairs suddenly stood on end, and he almost broke his throat with a scream.

"What's wrong?" Almost the next moment, Shen Zhiwei stood by the door.

Without even thinking about it, Lu Ji ran up behind him, trembling, and shouted at the top of his voice: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts——"

"Are you talking about me?" A childish voice came from.

The shouts stopped at once.

Lu Ji paused, and slowly stretched out half of his body.