Chapter 1998

"Big brother, don't come to me." The old lady, with a crying voice, prostrate herself on the ground and repeatedly kowtow for mercy: "I'll buy you some wine in the morning! Please, leave me alone. "

"You are also a man of understanding. It has nothing to do with me to know that you have a bad debt and a Lord."

It's nothing to do with you. Who is it to do with?

Listening to him, my heart suddenly had spectrum, at least that she is an insider.

I cast out a talisman, and suddenly the wind was blowing all around.

The calendar hanging on the wall shuddered and rustled.

The old lady's half sewn clothes also floated up. She stretched out her sleeves like an extended arm. She put them on her shoulder and went straight to her throat. "I beg you! Leave me alone. " The old lady grabbed her sleeve and shouted loudly.

When!

At this time, I put another bottle on the table, this time a beer bottle.

At the sight of the beer bottle, the old lady turned pale.

"I I have nothing to do with honest Zhao! He's just threatening me not to let me tell you about his drinking with you. I really don't know anything else. "

"Yes, I have money!" As the old lady said, shaking her hands and feet, she took out several hundred yuan bills from under her garter and held them high in both hands: "he gave me five hundred yuan and said that I would show my mouth and kill my family. You also know, if I have three strengths and two weaknesses, what can I do with the baby and the pillar! These money, I, I did not dare to move, tomorrow will buy you wine, buy paper money. Please, please. Leave me alone. "

"If he did you harm, you will find him to settle accounts! Let me go! I beg you, please. " Said, the old lady straight to the ground kowtow, bang bang straight ring, the whole body can't help shivering, really scared not light.

It seems that what she said is the truth.

It's Zhao Chengxin who killed Zhang Wujin. The old lady is just under duress. In this case, I have no need to force her any more.

Put up the Yin wind talisman, grab two wine bottles, and go out quietly.

I remember the old lady said that Zhao lived in the East Village honestly, and his second uncle just died a few days ago.

With these two clues, it's not hard to find him.

After I jumped out of the yard, I ran along the fields to the East.

After three or four miles, another village appeared in front of us.

This village is a little bigger than Zhang village, but it seems that it is not the coverage point of new rural construction. The whole village is broken.

At that time, it was just dark. After supper, the villagers strolled on the road in twos and threes. Many half aged children were laughing and frolicking with their long and short fluorescent sticks in their hands.

I'm a stranger. I'll ask who is honest Zhao when I come up this evening. I'm afraid they won't tell me.

But Zhao's honest second uncle just died, according to the custom here. It's going to be a funeral for a few days.

So, I bought a lot of burning paper in the small shop at the village head. The seller thought I was a distant relative of Zhao's family, and politely asked me a few questions.

Since there are mourners, I don't need to ask the way. Soon I found a place.

It's not big. There aren't many people in the yard.

There is no coffin in the coffin, only a black-and-white portrait, on which people's thin faces are full of wrinkles.

There are two incandescent lamps hanging in the shed. There are three or five people sitting in the trance light, smoking one at a time. Trance lights, pale wreaths, and bright paper people scribble out a frightening picture.

As soon as I appeared here, the people in the courtyard looked at me strangely.

I stepped forward and put the paper on the table. Without waiting for them to ask me who I am, I asked directly, "who is honest Zhao?"

"What are you looking for him for?" Asked a tall, thin man warily.

"The boss asked me to bring him something."

"What?"

"I can only hand it to him." I stared into the guy's eyes and asked, "what about others?"

The man looked back at me and said, "wait a moment, I'll call him for you." Then he turned and walked to the courtyard.

In fact, he is honest Zhao!

This guy is very calm, but I can see something wrong in the eyes of the people next to him!

Zhao honest into the yard, disappeared in the dark, but I am not afraid that he ran away.

As soon as he turned around, I popped up a piece of paper and landed at his feet.

It's not just a piece of paper, it's a talisman. As long as his soul is not scattered, there will be no hiding place.

When this guy saw my face, he didn't know who I was. He wanted to escape in such a hurry. He must have a ghost in his heart!

I deliberately let him go, just want to see what kind of card this guy has!

When other people inside and outside the Lingpeng saw that I was not easy to get into trouble, they even lied and ran away. Naturally, they did not dare to ask me anything. However, they all looked at me nervously. It seemed that they would never let me go to the hospital to find him.I also like no one, back and forth with both hands, like really waiting for Zhao to come out.

Walking, I suddenly found something wrong!

There is a wet mark on the ground in the spirit shed.

One side is big, the other side is small and slightly square.

Isn't this the coffin?

How could there be so much water in the place where the coffin landed?

I pretended to tie my shoelaces and squatted down for a touch. The water was still cold, even the soil was hard.

It's not water, it's ice! It's so cold that the ground is frozen.

After the coffin was carried away, the soil just melted. Is this corpse extremely cold?

Zhang Wujin's dead body is like ice, so is Zhao's honest second uncle.

The causes of death of the two dead are likely to be identical!

What's going on?

Zhang Wujin pretends to be a mysterious ghost. What kind of ghost does he play with Zhao honestly?

I sensed that Zhao Chengxin was more and more far away from me, and went straight to the north, and the speed was very fast, almost running for his life!

I waited for a while, pretending to be impatient, and said to the others, "wait for Zhao to come back and tell him, I'll come back in a few days." Said out of the gate.

"Pockmarks!" Not far from the gate, I dialed Pockmarked Li.

He picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

I lowered my voice and said, "you immediately ask boss Guo to send more people to search for a tall and thin man named Zhao Chengxin on the road in the southern suburb of the county. This guy may be the culprit of the whole incident!"