The lights in our room were turned off long ago.
Standing at the bamboo window, Dachun and I calmly watched the white light approaching little by little.
When the watchman passed by our alley, everything was very calm.
He was banging the clapper and shouting slogans normally, and there was no surprise at all.
The alley is not long, and he passed through it quickly.
I clicked my heart, and gold touched those dark red pastes since that day.
I have been unwilling to come out, and it has been silent in my heart.
This time it was still the same.
I called twice, but Jin Zi responded reluctantly.
Jin Zi's reaction reminded me of Ming Feichen's words.
He was right.
The relationship between Jin Zi and I is more like a symbiosis, or a partnership.
If it were a natal Gu, now that I have a thought, Jin Zi would have flown out long ago.
If the gold doesn't move, we can only go out on our own and follow up to take a look.
Jumping out of the window, the three of us followed the sound of the bang and soon found the watchman.
He was pasting red paper on the door.
"Fuck.
But I caught you."
Dachun suddenly became excited, ran over in a few steps, grabbed the watchman, and threw him to the ground.
The watchman didn't resist and just let Dachun throw him to the ground.
He didn't even hum, so I ignored him and pointed the flashlight at the red paper.
"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming" Dachun suddenly pulled me, and his voice was tight.
It seemed like I had discovered something remarkable.
"What's wrong" I asked casually, my mind completely focused on the red paper in front of me.
The content written on it was the same as yesterday, including the person's birth date and life story.
The death time written on it was different from yesterday's, having moved back by one hour.
"This is still the same damn person" Dachun's voice was filled with a trace of surprise that could not be concealed, as well as a trace of suspicion.
"What" I was also startled, and immediately turned around and took a flashlight to look at it.
I saw that he was the watchman from yesterday who was in his fifties and had a wrinkled face.
Under the illumination of a flashlight, his pupils were dilated, he had no expression, and his chest did not rise and fall, as if he were dead.
I knelt down and tried his breathing carefully, but there was no breath.
He was dead.
No wonder Dachun had just slapped him to the ground so easily.
"What's going on?"
Dachun looked at me confused.
Sister Pomegranate was like this too.
She looked at the watchman on the ground in puzzlement and squatted down to try to stick a charm on the watchman's forehead.
No response.
Fu didn't react at all.
I exhaled slowly, also wondering what was going on.
If the corpse is controlled, there will be some traces left, whether it is Yin Qi or something else, but I can't find any traces on this watchman's body.
His heart was intact, with no needle holes, as were several large acupuncture points, and there were no signs of discomfort inside.
The most important thing is the watchman's head.
No matter whether it is the Yintang between the eyebrows or the Tianling point on the top of the head, there are no traces of being touched.
We have never encountered such a situation before, and we can't understand why this happened.
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If it is a living person, we can still use hypnosis to explain it, but for a dead person, what we use to explain it is completely different from the situations we have encountered before.
"Don't touch him, call someone first" In this case, there is no better way.
We can only call someone first.
If you wake up the family that posted the red paper, everyone around you will also wake up.
This kind of thing.
The more people there are, the more we can be picked out.
Within half an hour, everyone in Manru Village knew what had happened.
Lao Gutou also came over surrounded by everyone, looking at the red paper and the corpse with a sullen face.
Dachun briefly described the process, and just speculated that the watchman we saw was very similar to the one yesterday.
I just followed him to investigate.
The watchman's body was finally carried back to the village hall.
There were three coffins in the yard, two of them were nailed and the lid of one coffin was wide open.
"Old Man, didn't you guard the body tonight?"
Dachun pulled Old Man back. asked quietly.
"Yes, I have" Lao Man also looked confused, not understanding what happened.
Although the villagers were all scared, they didn't make any noise or shout.
They were just wary of each other, as if everyone around them might be the culprit.
This is not right.
Under normal circumstances, if something like this happened, it would be strange for the villagers not to be angry but to be angry.
But now, except for a few people who looked desperate, most people, although their faces were gloomy, were actually a little gloating.
This situation is so weird.
If a red paper is posted, ghosts will scream.
Once a red paper is posted, it means death.
Why are they gloating here?
The family that had just been marked with a red sticker had the strongest reaction.
The person named this time was a woman who was nearly fifty years old.
"Village Chief, you have to save me."
The woman's name is Gu Qingmei, and according to the red paper, she is forty-eight years old.
She was over 1.60 meters tall and quite pretty.
She was hugging the village chief's arm and pleading loudly.
"How do you look like this?"
When Lao Gutou glared, his eyes emitted a fierce light, and there was a faint murderous intent.
Gu Qingmei was frightened by the village chief and immediately let go of her hand, just sobbing beside her.
With this commotion, the already quiet village hall became even quieter, with the only sound being Gu Qingmei's sobs.
From the eyes of other people, I also saw a trace of disdain.
They all despised Gu Qingmei.
Except for a few two or three people who were worried, most people were like that.
The weirdest thing was Gu Qingmei's husband.
He stood aside and said nothing.
He occasionally glanced at Gu Qingmei.
There was no worry in his eyes, but instead a kind of hatred and pleasure.
His wife had a red sticker on her and was about to have her soul taken away from her.
He was actually happy.
This was obviously wrong.
This Manru Village is really weird.
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According to Lao Man, this incident was a big deal back then and the people in the village should be afraid.
Why is it like this now?
I observed carefully and found that there were about six families who were really scared.
They glanced anxiously at Lao Gutou from time to time, waiting for him to make up his mind.
"Okay, let's all disperse.
We can't find anything at this late hour.
Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Lao Gutou glanced around gloomily and waved his hand.
As soon as Lao Gutou spoke, the crowd dispersed naturally, just like before.
Although the people dispersed, most of them were gloating over the misfortune, and only a few families left worriedly.
Gu Qingmei didn't leave, she was always there sobbing, waiting for Lao Gutou to arrange her.
"You should go back too.
Isn't the time written on the red paper?
You are not in danger tonight."
Lao Gutou said to Gu Qingmei with some disgust.
Gu Qingmei suddenly raised her head, as if she didn't believe that Lao Gutou dismissed her like this, gritted her teeth and said: "Gu, if I die, you won't get any good."
After saying that, she gritted her teeth, turned around and walked outside.
Her husband followed her with a sullen face, without saying a word, but the joy in his eyes could be seen even by a blind man.
The village hall, which had been overcrowded just a moment ago, was now empty in an instant.
There are only a few of us left.
"The coffin guard is dead" Lao Gutou didn't mean to drive us away this time.
He seemed to be explaining to us and talking to himself.
He walked to the coffin and carefully examined the watchman's body up and down, his expression getting darker and darker.
Lao Man stood aside.
Not in a hurry at all, he puffed away at the pipe and pot.
"Such a thing happened twenty years ago" After spinning twice, Lao Gutou suddenly raised his head, looked at the three of us and said.
"What do you want to tell us?"
I asked with a smile, pointing at Dachun and Sister Shiliu.
"We are just passers-by and don't want to meddle in other people's business."
"If you don't want to meddle in other people's business, you will catch him right away," Lao Gutou said with a sinister smile.
"We are so idle," Dachun said carelessly.
"You think you can stay out of the matter?"
Lao Gutou cut out Dachun's eyes and snorted coldly: "To tell you the truth, no one can escape this time.
This time I am coming for me as well as you."
"What do you mean?"
I asked through gritted teeth.
"It's not interesting, I just want to tide over the difficulties together," Lao Gutou regained his composure and reached out to rub the coffin.
I smiled, things were getting more and more fun: