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His child, born or dead, he was buried in the yard and no one could say anything.

Director Mu looked at the small skeleton, the muscles were basically gone, and there was still a little soft hair on the head, which should be a newborn baby. It is so small that it is impossible to distinguish between a man and a woman based on the pubic symphysis.

"It's a baby girl."

Zheng Yi said in a low voice.

"Zheng Li, you say, is this really the case?" Su San stared at Zheng Li, and the kid hid behind Zheng Yi, holding Zheng Yi's hand tightly.

"Yes, that's the case, the second brother doesn't tell me to say it."

When Zheng Li said this, his eyes glanced at Zheng Ren, intentionally or unintentionally.

Su San had an idea in his heart.

Only Zheng Li, the youngest of the three brothers, can tell the truth, after all, he is still a child and does not have so many scheming.

But how can you ask Zheng Li alone? He was a child, and the two brothers would never agree.

"Now that Zheng Yi has admitted it, there is no need for us to hold on to it, let's withdraw." Luo Yin whispered a few words to Director Mu.

Director Mu nodded, and waved his big hand: "Withdraw." ”

Before leaving, he said to Zheng Ren: "Although this child belongs to your family, you can't bury it casually, let's send it to the cemetery tomorrow, it's like you, then it's a mess." ”

"Yes, it must be reburied, hey, I really don't know about it, I will definitely teach my brother a good lesson, it's really uneasy."

Walking out of the gate, Su San looked back, the antique wooden gatehouse, the candle flame jumping in the lantern, and the three words of Mujiazhai were bright and dark, which was a little weird.

How many secrets are buried in this courtyard.

Director Mu arranged for them to enter a clean hotel, and ordered someone to order two tables of noodles at a nearby restaurant.

"Brother Mu, what do you think about this matter?"

As he sat down to drink tea, Luo Yin asked.

"Zheng Yi's words are not credible."

Director Mu is a high-achieving student in the special training class, and his vision is very poisonous.

"Yes, Zheng Yi is a weak-crowned young man, who does not hesitate to defile himself to calm things down, I am afraid that there will be a bigger and more terrible inside story."

"The smell of that pit can't just be the burial of a baby corpse, I suspect there were multiple bones in it."

Su San looked at Director Mu: "You should look it up thoroughly in the Zheng family, and you will definitely be able to dig more." ”

"Don't worry, it's dark this day, the grass startles the snake, the snake has already been frightened, if there is still a corpse, of course the Zheng family has to find a way to transport it out, they are afraid that we will kill another horse gun and go back to search."

Luo Yin smiled and poured a glass of wine: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, this cup of worship Brother Mu, I have a hunch that we will unveil a big event." ”

"I also have this hunch, this Zheng family is not simple. Come, come, Brother Luo did it. ”

The Tibetans and policemen at the other table were already eating and drinking.

Wangdui basically regained his senses at this moment. On the side, he said: "I can't be mistaken, what suddenly rushed out of the pool was hair, a woman's hair. ”

"Yes, I can clearly see that the hair is swept to Dorjee's eyes, Dorjee, but why can't you see any bleeding in those eyes?"

Another Tibetan also said.

The man named Dorjee kept bowing his head and was silent, and a Tibetan next to him patted him and said, "How are you, this will be the case after hell." ”

Na Duoji was slapped like this, and suddenly there was a scream, and the voice was shrill like a woman.

The person next to him was startled by him, and Wangdui said angrily: "What is the ghost called, you want to scare people to death." ”

Dorjee raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and he looked at Wangdui and grinned.

A tall and mighty man suddenly let out a little girl-like laughter in his body, and the scene was very terrifying.

Several Tibetans stood up, and the policeman sitting next to him even drew his gun.

"Dorjee, don't make trouble." Wangdui stood up and walked over to Dorjee.

Dorjee's eyes were red, staring at Wangdui, and suddenly his face twitched a few times, and he said viciously: "Stal me? Prick me with a needle? ”

Wangdui was so frightened that he trembled: "Who pricked you with a needle?" ”

Su San and the people at the table were also stunned, what is the situation.

Miss Lin was well-informed and exclaimed, "This is possessed by an evil spirit, right?" ”

As he spoke, he made a few handprints, and there were words in his mouth.

She used to follow the old living Buddha and learned some magic fur.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I chanted the scriptures here, Dorjee was even more powerful, and he lifted the table hard, stood up and began to cry.

A Tibetan said: "Hey, Dorjee, you ruined a good table of dishes, why are you crying?" ”

"I hurt."

Dorjee pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and a rough man showed such a shy look on his face, and everyone felt a little chilly. The few people who were close to him retreated one after another when they thought of the evil spirit possession that Miss Lin said.

"Your eyes hurt, don't you?"

Su San asked.

When Dorjee heard this, he was slightly stunned, and after a while, he pointed to his eyes, like a wronged child: "It hurts, your eyes hurt." ”

As he spoke, he reached out to his eyes.

Su San hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look again, and then he heard everyone's exclamations, Su San raised his head, snorted in fright, and grabbed Luo Yin's arm tightly.

I saw that Dorjee actually pulled out a thread-like thing from his eyes, and then dragged it longer and longer.

Wangdui exclaimed: "Buddha, that's hair!" ”

Yes, that's the hair, and the hair grows longer and longer, like there's no end to it.

Su San couldn't help but ask, "How can this hair be so long?" ”

Dorjee Gege chuckled a few times: "That's because it's a lot of people's hair." ”

His voice was crisp, like that of a little girl.

Miss Lin did not speak, and continued to chant the scriptures silently.

Dorjee suddenly looked at Miss Lin and muttered, "I don't believe in Buddha." ”

"And what do you believe?"

Su San asked deliberately.

Duoji turned his head and glared at Su San: "I don't believe in anything, it's useless to believe, no one helps me, help us, we can't survive." ”

As he spoke, he tugged at the hair again, and suddenly he screamed, and fainted in pain, and he was still carrying a long, long hair in his hand, and an eyeball hung from it, and blood flowed from the hollow eye socket.

Everyone was startled, and when they came to understand, Director Mu shouted: "Find a doctor, doctor!" ”

Miss Lin stepped forward and said, "I have a secret medicine from the lama. ”

She pulled out a small porcelain vase and poured some white powder into Dorjee's bleeding eye sockets. The powder was obviously very painful to pour, and although the fainted Dorjee did not wake up, his face twitched a few times, and his mouth made a slight sound.

"This is a medicine to stop bleeding and stop pain."

Miss Lin explained.

Looking at Dorjee, Su San suddenly had an idea.

She pulled Luo Yin and motioned for him to lower his head: "The guest said that he saw Zheng Yi's face covered with blood, but there were no scars on Zheng Yi's face that we saw, if the guest didn't lie, is it possible that Zheng Yi is the same as him?" ”

She pointed to Dorjee.

Luo Yin nodded: "Yes, if Zheng Yi was also swept into the eyes by those things, I'm afraid it would be time for him to have a seizure." ”