At that time, the villagers heard about it and went to see it, and it was really crazy. A dozen of the defeated soldiers were leaning against the wall with guns in their arms, and their heads were hanging from the pillars. He died there without moving, and there was nothing missing on his body, and his expression was painful, as if he had been killed in his sleep.

Immediately, people reported to their superiors, and the superiors came to look at them and thought it was very strange. What kind of master can kill them in their sleep? This is a bit outrageous, isn't it? Later, the villagers helped bury the dozen or so people on the spot. This strange thing is no longer over.

At that time, there were also people with delicate eyes, and when people saw the statue incense, there was a wetland underneath, probably urine. People later speculated that it may have been that these routs slept at night, and one of them got up to relieve himself, afraid of the cold, and by the way it was convenient to be next to the incense case. This may have been the key to angering the gods, and he was severely punished.

The superiors were all atheists, and no one dared to mention it, although it was speculation, but it angered the gods and killed more than a dozen defeated soldiers in one night, and it was still rumored to be boiling. I haven't been calm for many years, but I never expected to encounter this kind of strange thing again today.

Feng Shan probably saw a very frightened scene, he fled to the ruined temple, and did not let the gods bless him. Instead, he died there. What happened in the second half of the night? God knows.

Many years later, I understood why the Taoist chief didn't set up a grave when he buried the female bone, in fact, the Taoist had already realized that it was not pure. The bones of this woman are still remembered, but they have escaped.

The Public Security Bureau quickly took Lin Bao away. Xiangyi cooperated with the Public Security Bureau and told him what he knew. The Public Security Bureau conducted a criminal investigation at the scene, and it is said that a criminal expert with rich experience came. After repeated scrutiny and argumentation, he carried out a comprehensive investigation in the village, combed it several times, and although he made a conclusion, it was difficult for people to be convinced.

It is so big that when the three of them saw that there were really bones, they all wanted to take more of the fee and the bride price, and a dispute broke out. Feng Shan poisoned the two strangers, fled to the ruined temple, and died of a sudden illness.

This conclusion is not convincing, since Feng Shan wants to monopolize the expenses, why do he still let outsiders come? In saying that Feng Shan's age and physique, it is impossible to deal with two prime of life? Besides, the means are so decisive and cruel, and one move is fatal.

If Feng Shan did it, then if he didn't destroy the crime scene, what would he do?

Suspicion is suspicion, conclusion is conclusion, conclusion is suspicion, conclusion regardless of suspicion. Those who are suspicious can't come up with good evidence, and they just listen to conclusions.

That's all there is to it.

Fengshan's son, Lin Bao, spent a few days in the detention center and was released after the investigation was completed. Lin Bao got Fengshan's body back from the rented crystal freezer coffin and sent it out for funeral on a later date.

The superiors also sent back the two corpses of the foreigners, and made arrangements, which will not be mentioned here.

Xiangyi looks haggard these days, and his hair has turned a lot grayer, and he has admired his father Tongji since he was a child. In his mind, Dad is a real hero, almost perfect, and there is nothing to find fault with. Dad doesn't say anything about what he does outside, whether he is proud or frustrated outside. Home is a harbor of love, a place where no wind and waves can blow.

The real man in Xiangyi's heart suddenly had a shadow in his heart, and he couldn't accept it no matter what. He only knew that Fengshan's father was a traitor who recognized the thief as his father, betrayed the party and sold his soul, and was suppressed by the people's government. nailed to the pillar of shame in history forever, I never thought that my father would get involved with this person.

He knew that his father died in prison, and in his heart his father was a good man, right for the party, right for the people, right for the old and young masters in the village. Even if there was a work error, it should not have been punished so severely. Later, when it came time to correct unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, he worked hard to go to the relevant departments, hoping that his father's case would be retried and corrected.

However, the relevant government departments decisively said that there was nothing wrong with your father's case, and the sentencing may have been a bit different at that time. However, it is not an unjust, false or wrongly decided case, and it is not to be corrected.

Because of this incident, Xiangyi also made trouble with the inspection department and asked the guards to take him out. He was almost detained for obstruction of official duties.

His heart was like a stone, and he couldn't breathe. All the beautiful dreams of the past, the image of being strong and brave without any flaws, collapsed in an instant, and his heart couldn't turn around for a while.

Although Xiangyi is also selfish, he is scheming and scheming. He has also been in the party for many years, and he still has the consciousness of being educated by the party, which is also the foundation for not falling through the storm in Dadi Village, and he is very clear about the fundamentals of being a man.

Fengshan's funeral is still going on as scheduled, and the Lin family's red and white affairs are still controlled by Jingxian. We don't have to meddle, we just go over and help.

Most of the characters of Jingxian are official scripts, the form is simple and simple, and the structure is flat. It has the charm of Kangsheng's calligraphy, and it is said that this person can write plum blossom characters with both hands. I usually use cursive writing, and whenever I see him writing, I also deliberately read it, and I really see his skills.

Originally, Lin Bao stayed in the Public Security Bureau for a few days, but it seemed that it was not long ago, and he was at home for three days, ready for the funeral.

Fengshan's social network is quite extensive, and there are relatively many relatives and friends. People who came to mourn came and went, men and women, all with low eyebrows and weeping.

Jingxian handled the red and white affairs, and arranged them in an orderly manner. Basically, everything went well, I prepared everything on the first day, and I was buried the next day. The funeral was held on the third day.

The next night, after we finished helping out, we were ready to go back, and Jingxian also drank some wine, and Fei pulled me to talk. I said that there are still a lot of things on the farm, and I will come back tomorrow after the funeral, and Jingxian will let me go. When Jingxian saw the corpse in the coffin, he also resigned. Let's just say, everyone has been busy all day, let's go home and rest. Today's vigil is for Lin Bao and his cousin to keep watch.

Since he had arranged it like this, the others had nothing to say, so they all went home separately and came over early tomorrow morning. The mourning shed is in the courtyard, the coffin is also in the courtyard, and large light bulbs are lit all around to illuminate the courtyard. Lin Bao's cousin is a thirty-seven-eight-year-old man who usually does a small business. I can't say what I'm selling on the market.

In the spring, it sells rapeseeds, in the summer, it sells pants and vests, and in autumn and winter, it sells small commodities such as insoles, socks, cotton gloves, etc. He has some physical disabilities and can only do this. One year, the village used a straw cutter to grass the side, and he continued the grass behind the machine, and accidentally rolled his arm in, so there was only one arm left. I can't do heavy farm work, so I can only rush to a market and sell some small commodities to make a living.

The winter night was still quite cold, and Lin Bao was wearing a tattered army green coat and sat on the bench next to the coffin and talked to his cousin without answering.

At this time, it was late at night, the eyelids of the two were fighting, and the incense in front of the Fengshan Spirit Seat had been broken for a long time, and no one had noticed it.