Han Mo sat at his desk, his face gloomy, his hands crossed over his chin. Someone from the hospital had just sent him surveillance footage, and the cold light of the computer's fluorescent screen shone on his face.

In the surveillance footage, a man wearing a black jacket and a dark blue hat appears in a hurry. He took Tang Xiaoxiao's various documents, pretended to be a family member to go through the formalities for the corpse, and claimed that he would send the corpse to the funeral home for farewell and cremation. He looked normal, his demeanor didn't look nervous, and he had all the documents, so the nurse didn't think it was a suspicious person, after all, Tang Xiaoxiao was just an ordinary girl, how could anyone want to plot against her.

Moreover, this is an expensive private hospital in the city, and all sorts of people can't even think of getting in.

Han Mo stared carefully at the people in the surveillance video, and his walking figure and movements seemed to be somewhat familiar. A flash flashed in his mind -- Zhang Bingwen! It was actually that familiar man. An uneasiness rose in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what Zhang Bingwen wanted to do. Could this weird car accident have something to do with him?

"I sent you the information you wanted," Han Mo's police friend called him, "Although the driver who was drunk driving is a southerner, he moved to the north with his mother since he was a child, and his household registration has not changed. He grew up in Zhangmen Village......"

"Where?" he heard of the village, and suddenly there seemed to be a sense of uneasy dread, suffocating coldness.

Police friend: "Zhangmen Village? Why, you've heard of it." ”

"Yes. "There seems to be another county chronicle on his shelf, which records the village. I heard that there was an ancient ritual of sacrificing the river, which made people very uncomfortable to watch. Where the river gods and river demons need to be sacrificed, it is just an excuse for human wishful thinking to take the opportunity to do things that hurt nature and reason.

Han Mo thought for a while: "Help me find someone again." ”

"I don't have enough authority, you have to wait. ”

"Okay, give it to me as soon as possible. Zhang Bingwen, I want to know all the information you can find. He held his phone and his voice was calm.

One bite promised: "No problem, I will definitely give it to you before I get off work tonight!"

Han Mo put down his phone, looked at Shuanglang's phone number, and pressed the call button.

"Doodoo...... "No one answered."

Maybe Shuanglang has something, let's call her when all the information is collected.

It was getting late, and Shuang Lang sat on the bumpy car and had a dream. She dreamed that she was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and her heart was like ashes, and it seemed to be a happy day to see the villagers in earth-colored clothes laughing and playing, setting off firecrackers and firecrackers. Her hands and feet were trapped, and her whole body was weak and unable to struggle. In the distance, the sky was blue and the river was raging.

She was alone, tied between the heavens and rivers, unable to move.

In front is a red palanquin, which seems to have been made of thin wooden panels splashed with red lacquer, and two characters for "Xi" are painted on the side.

Shuang Lang was sad, but she didn't want to struggle. It seemed that she knew that it was useless to struggle, that she was alone and helpless. The villagers shouted in the back, and the goddess danced in front. Before the sky was sprinkled into the river, the yellow, yellow, red and red banknotes fell on Shuanglang's head and landed on the top of the sedan chair.

"The bride gets on the sedan chair—"

The goddess shouted, and Shuanglang was pushed and shoved into the sedan chair. The curtain let in the sunlight outside, and it was scarlet in her eyes. The two villagers opened the contact, smiling strangely, like two big-eyed monkeys that had just come out of a tree. The two of them came in and grinned: "Bride, don't forget to say a few good words to the village when you see the river god, and pray for good weather and good harvests year after year!"

After saying that, he yelled outside: "Where are the stones!"

Two huge stones were handed in from the outside. The two of them quickly tied the stone to Shuanglang's slender ankle, and took the opportunity to grab and touch it. Shuang Lang was angry, and used all his strength to make his head and hit it.

"Oops!" the man leaned back and fell out of the sedan chair, his head hitting the big stone behind him, blood spurting, and he died.

The villager who died just now was an old hooligan in the village, without a wife and no children, because he was the nephew of the village chief, so he often flirted with other people's girls at home. However, after all, he was from his own village, and the village chief was originally standing next to him with a smile, and his face was brushed as if a layer of paste was paste.

The crowd was amazed and shouted, "Demon woman!"

"Kill her!"

"Push her into the river!"

The village chief's hands trembled angrily: "Hurry up!

Everyone didn't care whether the ceremony of marrying the river god was completed, so they forcibly pressed Shuanglang into the sedan chair, and wrapped layers of thick hemp rope inside and out on the outside of the sedan chair, for fear that she would get out of the water.

"Get up!"

The crackling of firecrackers rang out again, and it was a festive day for the villagers.

Four strong village men lifted the sedan chair and stones, and walked step by step to the shore, where the mighty river was flowing outside.

"The wind and rain are smooth, and there is a good harvest every year!" said the goddess as a mage. The rough right hand pinched a lively mountain pheasant, and suddenly put on his mouth and bit down. The chicken struggled for a few moments and was silent in an instant, the neck of the chicken and the mouth of the goddess spit out salty chicken blood, and the gongs and drums were beating around, and the villagers were jumping and jumping.

Chicken blood sprayed on the sedan chair, saying that it means to eliminate disasters and increase blessings.

But everyone knew in their hearts that they were afraid that these girls who died in vain would become unjust ghosts and come to ask for their lives, so they had to use chicken blood to deter them.

After the ceremony, Shuang Lang swayed in the sedan chair. Suddenly, someone soaked out and collided violently with the water.

Like a stone ox entering the sea, it stirred up a large splash.

The villagers cheered, and no one paid attention to the dead old rascal who fell to the ground. They left the shore happily and went to the downtown to buy new things.

The river poured into the sedan chair, and Shuang Lang closed his eyes. It's not that she doesn't want to struggle, it's just that this body doesn't care about this life anymore.

No sunlight in sight.

The water poured into her ears, nose, and mouth, and she felt like she was getting heavier and heavier, and she couldn't breathe. The coldness invaded his body, and he choked on the ground.

In this way, it feels like the soul has left the body.

Suddenly, she saw a vague shadow. I lifted the curtain and leaned in. The rope in her hand undid untie automatically, and her hair and bright red wedding dress floated up with the current. The man's eyes looked at her with pity as she grinded her bleeding wrists and ankles.

"Come on......," he whispered.

"Come on...... Don't be afraid, follow me ......."

The man said, pulling her by the way.

There was still a little bit of sunshine above his head, and the man's palms were very warm. She suddenly stopped feeling pain, looked at the man's angular handsome face, and laughed nonchalantly.