Meng Fan followed his father in despair, with a pitiful expression on his face, until he reached the courtyard of Zhuzi's house.
At this time, the courtyard was already crowded with villagers, and there was a buzz of discussion.
When they saw Meng's father coming, they quieted down and voluntarily gave way, with a very uneasy look on their faces.
After all, someone died just two days ago, which caused panic, and now someone has died again, and he is still a strong young man, so it is normal to be uneasy.
Meng Fan looked around at the surrounding villagers.
Although he went home less and less after going to school, most of those faces were familiar to him.
Many of them also greeted Meng Fan and invited him to sit at home, which made Meng Fan's cold heart feel warm.
At this time, an old man came forward and put twenty yuan into Meng's father's hand.
He said in a very sad tone: "Brother Meng, as per the old rules, you can do an autopsy."
"Village Chief Sun, there will be no charge this time, and the village is not well off."
Meng's father handed the money back to the old man's hand, patted it, and led Meng Fan into the old house with dilapidated pillars.
"Then it's hard work."
Village Chief Sun collected the money, shook his head and sighed, "Hey, you said that the carpenter Zhang just left, and you didn't expect the pillar to leave again.
This is really a deathly fear of being alone, and he is uneasy before leaving, so he has to ask for a companion.
Let’s go together” After saying that, he walked into the house and closed the door tightly to block out the concerned villagers.
Zhuzi's body was lying flat on the kang, covered with a torn quilt, and there was a fishy smell in the air.
Father Meng's face was solemn.
He walked closer, lifted up the shabby quilt, and revealed the true face of Zhuzi.
He was suddenly startled, and his expression changed.
After a while, he returned to normal.
He checked without saying a word, and a sentence came to his mind. , this pillar died worse than Zhang Carpenter.
"Pillar" Meng Fan only glanced at it, but like five thunders, his face immediately turned pale and his whole body trembled.
Then, two lines of hot tears flowed down.
He wanted to throw himself in front of the bed and say a few more words to Zhu Zhu, but was stopped by Sun Cun.
Chang grabbed him and had no choice but to look aside in confusion.
Zhuzi, who was alive and drinking with him yesterday, turned into a dead person after one night A dead person with such a horrific and miserable death appearance "What on earth have you experienced?"
Terrified, Meng Fan stared at Zhu Zhu's face.
Zhu Zhu's skin was originally dark, but now it was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, like a woman who had put on foundation; Especially a pair of eyes, covered with dense bloodshot eyes, turned into deep red, and turned into terrifying blood pupils.
The pair of blood pupils opened roundly, like two blood holes, oozing out sticky and smelly black blood.
It was shocking, as if they were staring at Meng Fan, which made people feel a chill in their hearts; Moreover, these blood pupils seemed to be filled with the power of absorbing souls.
Just one look at them made you feel like you had lost your soul.
While staring, Meng Fan's vision suddenly went dark, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"Xiao Fan, you'd better stop looking and stay outside."
The old village chief helped Meng Fan in time, his eyes full of love.
He had watched Meng Fan grow up and often used Meng Fan as an example to teach the unlearned young people in the village.
It was not because Meng Fan graduated.
Returning to the village, I looked down upon him.
"Uncle Sun, I'm fine."
Meng Fan pinched his thigh and did not look into Zhuzi's eyes.
After a moment of relief, his mind became clearer.
But the shocking scene just now reminded him that he might die like this tomorrow, and his heart became trembling.
It didn't matter if he died, but what would his parents do?
"Two people have died, and their deaths were tragic.
Is it really a coincidence?"
"What should I do?"
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"Bet this is a coincidence, bet Zhu Zhu and Zhang Carpenter's deaths were just accidental deaths, bet I won't die, bet I can spend tonight with peace of mind."
Meng Fan was in a mess and became irritable.
"No, I have to find out the truth.
I need to give you an explanation, Zhu Zhu, and I can't let my father perform an autopsy on me personally."
Meng Fan walked out of the house and walked quickly towards his home.
The sunlight was fragmented by the leaves, making the shadows of his footsteps messy.
Not long after, Meng's father also completed the autopsy, covered Zhuzhu's body again, was silent for a while, and then said to the village chief: "After the examination, Zhuzi's death looked like that of Lao Zhang.
There were no external injuries, and no injuries were found.
What kind of disease?
He died very strangely."
"Ahem."
The old village chief coughed twice while covering his chest and kept sighing, "Hey, what kind of evil did we encounter in Mengjiazhuang?
Weird things happen one after another.
It seems that we need to find a Shiva to perform rituals.
Okay, Brother Meng, you have always been in contact with Mrs.
Zhang’s family, so I’ll leave this matter to you.”
"No problem.
I'll inform Granny Zhang later.
I haven't seen her for a long time."
Father Meng was also quite helpless and glanced outside the door.
"I will inevitably ask the villagers about this matter."
"Let's just say they slept to death."
The old village chief shook his head, "The village is short of strong laborers, so don't let more people die."
Meng's father went out and gave a brief explanation to the villagers who were watching.
The villagers' hearts were filled with sadness and they slowly dispersed.
"The striking resemblance in death" Recalling the process of conducting an autopsy on Zhuzi, Meng's father had an ominous feeling in his heart.
Zhuzi died in the same manner as Zhang Carpenter.
It was very possible that he had encountered something dirty, and Meng Fan came back in Zhuzi's car.
Could it be that Meng Fan also "not good" Meng's father's right eye twitched violently, as the saying goes, the left eye twitches for wealth and the right eye twitches for disaster.
He couldn't help but panic, frowned, and hurriedly walked home.
"Son, son" As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Meng's father shouted urgently and called Meng Fan out of the house.
"What's wrong, dad?"
Meng Fanzheng was in a state of confusion.
Seeing his father's anxious look, he became even more panicked.
"Tell dad, did you and Zhu Zhu encounter something dirty on the way?"
Meng's father took Meng Fan's hand and looked into Meng Fan's eyes, revealing unconcealable concern and anxiety.
"No, I was sleeping all the way, and we arrived at the village smoothly."
Meng Fan's eyes flashed, his arm was sore from his father's grasp, he avoided his father's gaze and pretended to be nonchalant.
"Don't get into trouble, don't get into trouble."
Meng's father repeated his words, unable to conceal his worry, and whispered, "Don't run around if you have nothing to do recently.
The village is not peaceful.
Two people have died.
I don't want you to be involved too."
"Yes."
Meng Fan nodded, feeling very guilty, and took a deep look at his father.
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"Village Chief Sun plans to ask Shiva to perform a ritual ceremony to prevent more deaths.
Go to Mrs.
Zhang's house to invite someone.
By the way, Mrs.
Zhang can help you take a look at it and get rid of the filth on your body."
Father Meng said uneasily, and then He added, "Isn't Granny Zhang's granddaughter a classmate of yours?
Don't forget to say hello when you go there.
That girl is quite nice, but it's a pity."
"Well, I'll go right away."
Meng Fan nodded, as if he saw a glimmer of hope
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