Ran Chuang glanced at me and said that this should be for Ran Zhong, that is, Ran Ximin's father's funeral team, let us stand on both sides and not collide with the funeral team.

At this time, Li Yan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he said that no matter which land in the country was followed, after the deceased died, in order to prevent fake death, he would stop in the morgue for three days, and wait until his family members had paid homage before he would be buried.

As I spoke, the group of villagers got closer and closer to us, and I grabbed Li Yan with my hand, frowned slightly, and whispered: "No matter where you are, if you collide with the funeral team, the people of the funeral team will beat you into a meat pie, do you believe it or not?"

In ancient times, death was the greatest, even if they encountered a red affair and were just about to get married, but the elders of the family died suddenly, they must also keep filial piety for three years, this is the rule, but until now, they may have been simplified, but the funeral of the deceased must not be rushed.

The ancients believed that the funeral would send the dead to the sky, and the deceased would go to the sky, and this journey would go smoothly, and the road for the deceased to go to heaven or into the earth or reincarnated could be evenly shared, but at this time, if someone collided with the funeral team, then even if the person was killed, no one would care.

When I first came over, I took a look around, and there are mountain peaks all around here, that is to say, the entire Shanhong Village is surrounded by mountain peaks, and the villagers here have always been loyal to farming, so our minds are not as open-minded as ours, if we had just collided with the funeral team, Li Yan and I would probably have been swept away by these villagers before we entered Shanhong Village.

For Li Yan's question, Ran Chuang was also puzzled, until the funeral team passed by us, we suddenly realized that this was really not Ran Zhong, but another deceased in the village, looking at the portrait, this deceased should only be in his thirties, and this eighty-year-old man, it really can't match.

"Ah, isn't this Ran Feng? How could he die?" At this time, Ran Chuang was suddenly surprised for a while, and then pulled a young man who looked seventeen or eighteen years old from the funeral party and asked how this Ran Feng died.

When the young man saw that it was Ran Chuang, he immediately choked up and said: "Brother Chuang, just now, a bamboo leaf green swooped into my uncle's house and bit my uncle, and when my mother sent breakfast, my uncle's whole body was black, you persuade those adults, my uncle was the best for me when he was alive, whatever is delicious, give me something delicious as soon as possible, let me stay with my uncle for a while......"

"The weather has been hot recently, and the mourning hall in our village has been leaking, hey......"

Ran Chuang didn't say anything, just sighed deeply, patted the young man's shoulder, and comforted: "Send your uncle on the last journey, don't cry, let your uncle go with peace of mind." ”

Immediately afterwards, Ran Chuang, I and Li Yan watched the funeral team leave.

Later, Ran Chuang told me that because the weather here is getting hotter, the villagers who die in this weather will be buried immediately, because there is no decent mourning hall in the village.

Li Yan interjected at this time and asked, "Then take a break." ”

Ran Chuang shook his head slowly, saying that the people living here are some left-behind old people and left-behind children or some helpless women and children, they have no money, even if they are rich, no family is willing to pay for rest, he once proposed that each family should contribute a little, and also for the sake of the elderly in their family.

But when it comes to money, it's like poking at their fate, and no one is willing to answer.

As we spoke, the three of us walked to the gate of Ran's house.

This is a house made of mud, the house is not big, about twenty or thirty square meters, Ran Chuang pushed open the wooden door that was about to crumble, and then, a disgusting stench instantly wafted between the three of us in the nose.

I touched my nostrils, trying to get myself used to the smell as soon as possible, and then, Ran Chuang took out two chapters of tissues from his pocket, handed one to me and one to Li Yan, and asked us to tear the tissues in half and stuff them into their respective nostrils as he did.

I smiled, handed the tissue to Li Yan, and then walked directly into the door of Ran Ran's house with my feet raised.

At this time, the old man was lying on the bed made of stones on the left side of the door, and there was a layer of white articles on both sides, and the old man's left hand hung down on the side of the bed, and when I walked over to look, the old man's eyes and mouth were not closed, and there were some white foams in his mouth and the edges of his mouth, which had long since dried up.

I glanced down at the old man's body, but found that the old man's pants were all soaked, and swarms of flies had stayed on the crotch of the old man's pants.

I covered one nostril and sniffed it, and it wasn't rancid, it smelled of excrement.

This is exactly this excrement that, in a short period of time, has spawned swarms of young flies.

"When we found him, he was lying on the edge of the bed, with a lot of foam on his mouth, and he was holding a bottle of dichlorvos in his hand, which was this bottle, and the police in our station also tried to rescue him, but before the rescue, the old man had already gone. Ran Chuang pointed to the dichlorvos on the cabinet next to me and said slowly.

I took out a pair of plastic gloves from my pocket, and then slowly pried open the old man's mouth, only to find that there were two scars on the old man's inner lips, the scars were not obvious, they should be the marks of being knocked out, because of saliva and some factors of the old man's swallowing, I could not be sure whether there was blood flowing out of these two bump marks.

Thinking of this, I turned around and looked at the bottle of dichlorvos, and then unscrewed the lid of this bottle of dichlorvos, and then, I asked Li Yan to help me get two pieces of cotton, and when I wiped the mouth of the bottle with cotton, some white oral residues and some blood stains were immediately presented on these two balls of cotton.

At this time, I was finally able to determine the truth about the death of this old man named Ran Zhong.

He did not commit suicide, but was forced to put it in his mouth with dichlorvos.

As soon as these words came out, not only our new acquaintance Ran Chuang, but even Li Yan, who had been standing beside me, also showed a burst of surprise on his face.

"What? You said that Old Man Ran was poisoned and poisoned? How is it possible, although Old Man Ran has a stubborn temper, he is a well-known good gentleman in the village, when he was young, he has been helping the villagers, and when he is old, the villagers see that he has an unfilial son, and the trouble caused by Ran Ximin is all because of the old man's face and is not to blame, and it is impossible for anyone in the village to kill him?" After I said this, Ran Chuang immediately told me that this was an impossible thing, and asked me if I would be mistaken.

I shook my head, threw a bottle of mineral water to Ran Chuang, and asked him to open it and drink it.

After the latter did as I said, I picked up the bottle of mineral water he had drunk, pointed to the mouth of the bottle, and said: " You see, when we normal people drink water, we will not bring the dirt in the mouth to the mouth of the bottle, not to mention that the mouth of the bottle can hurt themselves, if there is, it is also when you drink water, someone pushes the mouth of the bottle hard, your tooth flesh will be bruised, you look at the deceased again, he is disheveled, there are bruises between the wrists of his hands, it is obvious that there were traces of fighting with people before death, all kinds of signs show that the death of the deceased is not suicide, but homicide. ”

After listening to me, Ran Chuang suddenly gasped, and immediately frowned and said, "I really can't imagine that Old Man Ran is such a good person, who wants to kill him." ”

I looked at Ran Chuang, smiled, and suddenly said, "You didn't think of it, but I thought of it." ”

"Who?" Ran Chuang asked.

Li Yan and I glanced at each other, and then said in unison, "Ran Ximin." ”