On a rural cement road, the road surface is very bad, the cement floor is high and low, there are a large number of forks and cracks, and occasionally some road sections, the cement floor will explode fiercely, bringing up a large piece of cement blocks high and cocked.

And on this tattered road, a woman's motorcycle slowly moved forward.

Zhang Kun controlled the front handle of the motorcycle, humming a little song, with a smile on his face, the matter of opening a clinic had an eyebrow, or a settlement, Zhang Kun naturally couldn't help but be overjoyed.

So even when I went to the county seat, I deliberately chose this old road that not many people would take in order to be in a hurry.

The road is said to have been built in the sixties and seventies and has a lifespan of thirty or forty years, and was once the main artery connecting the two counties.

However, due to the immaturity of the early technology, and the fact that there were many overloaded trucks passing by over the years, it took only thirty or forty years to turn a good road into such a shape.

Because the road surface was seriously damaged, which seriously affected the driving speed, coupled with the change of the center of gravity of the later development area of the county, and the development of new traffic avenues, this old road was slowly abandoned.

The county didn't bother to send an engineering team to repair it, so it kept him damaged. In addition, the new road still connects the two county seats, and the journey is shorter and the road condition is better, so it has become a more important main road.

Therefore, on this old road, there are very few vehicles that will choose to pass here, sometimes the traffic volume is less than 100 a day.

But this road is the closest road to the county seat for Zhang Kun's grandmother's village, and if you take it from Xindao, you have to detour for nearly ten miles, although the road condition is better, but it takes more time.

Therefore, there are often motorcycles in some villages that go to the county seat from here, one is to save some time, and second, the trip is less, which consumes less gasoline, and it is not to save money.

As for the road conditions, whether it is good for the motorcycle or not, it doesn't matter, just walk, bumpy and bumpy, and it is never necessary to pay attention to the villagers.

From this road, you don't need to go through Taixian Town, you can go directly to the county seat. Zhang Kun hummed a little song, while turning his right hand slightly, occasionally adding a little throttle, occasionally putting a little throttle, so that the motorcycle could drive as smoothly as possible, which was not a problem for Zhang Kun at all.

It has been almost twenty minutes since he set off from home, and there is still about half an hour to go to the county, and Zhang Kun is already beginning to think about how to communicate when he sees that Dean Wu Jianye.

Although he was able to run the clinic this time, he received the favor of President Li Tongxin, but it was Wu Jianye who handled it in the end, and it is very likely that the clinic will be listed in the name of the county people's hospital in the future.

Don't say that you are happy to bluff others, but at least don't offend you, Zhang Kun has always known that he is not a well-behaved person, if he doesn't pay attention and pops up an inappropriate word, people are unhappy, and they don't say anything, what if they keep it in their hearts?

Maybe Dean Wu doesn't care, but more things are better than less things, and it's always good to think about how to talk now.

In this way, Zhang Kun was concentrating on three things, riding a motorcycle, humming a little song, and at the same time turning the words that might be used for a while in his mind.

However, when he was about halfway through, Zhang Kun's face was suddenly stunned, and the speed of the motorcycle involuntarily slowed down.

Five hundred meters ahead, about five meters above a field of wild grass on the left side of the road, a translucent figure floated.

That figure was a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, who seemed to have just died, with confusion on his face, and it was estimated that it would not be a few days, of course, Zhang Kun would make this judgment, and the most important thing was that in the transparent figure, there was no gray gas that Zhang Kun had seen in the past.

In other words, in this soul's soul, there is no obsession that must be stranded in this world, but in this case, he is still staying in this world, it can only be one point, that is, not long after he died, the first seven have not passed.

After the first seven, without the entanglement of gray gas, he will ascend to heaven.

So young!

Zhang Kun sighed slightly, then slowly withdrew his gaze and continued to drive the motorcycle towards the county seat.

In this world, many people die every day. According to statistics, in the world, about 150,000 people die every day, and more than 6,000 in an hour, an average of 100 people per minute, and nearly two people per second.

It is this skill of speaking, and several people in this world have died.

With so many people dying every day, Zhang Kun can't manage them all, besides, there is no gray gas entanglement in people's bodies, which means that there is no obsession, as long as you wait until the first seven years pass, you will naturally ascend to heaven and go, and you don't have to worry about Zhang Kun.

Therefore, Zhang Kun naturally rode a motorcycle, and then slowly crossed the transparent figure.

However, just as Zhang Kun's motorcycle passed by the wild grass where the figure was, Zhang Kun's nose unconsciously moved slightly, and Zhang Kun's face changed slightly.

Zhang Kun's eyes flickered for a while, and then involuntarily the speed of the motorcycle slowed down again, and even finally stopped.

Zhang Kun stepped on the ground, supporting the motorcycle, and seemed to hesitate about something in his heart, but in the end, Zhang Kun still got off the motorcycle in his crotch, and then laid his feet, and slowly turned his eyes to the left side of the road, which was a large field of wild grass that was half a person high.

The weeds are very lush, it seems that with the arrival of spring, the weeds have also reached the age of unbridled growth, and there is no farmland nearby, and no one is planting the village, so naturally there is no one to clean up this large area of wild grass, and it still absorbs the nutrients of the earth and grows rapidly.

Zhang Kun looked at the wild meadow, and then finally took a step, following the slight smell in the air, little by little to remove the grass and walk in.

A minute later, Zhang Kun stood silently behind the wild grass, in a piece of grass that seemed to be trampled on, and his face was slightly gloomy.

A person, or rather, a corpse, a male corpse, a young male corpse, dressed in more casual clothes, lay on his stomach on the weeds, his back facing up, and his face could not be seen.

And on the back of the corpse's head, there was a hole the thickness of a thumb, and a large patch of bloodstained black hair. The hole burst open from the inside out, piercing the entire head of the deceased.

The blood has coagulated, but it is still bright red with a slight black, and the hemoglobin in the blood has begun to slowly oxidize to methemoglobin. From this, it can be inferred that the corpse in front of him has not been dead for more than two hours.

A young soul, a young corpse, a gunshot wound through the skull .......