Besides, it was already the second half of the night when Wang Wenguang and Ni Fu left Shuangshi Mountain and returned to the Yuelai Inn in Chengcheng Town.

Three days later, the gray sky was like an unwashed pot lid upside down on the earth.

The drizzle was carried by the mountain wind, flying everywhere, covering the land of Longshan.

After dusk, the two people who came from the north to the south to pursue Liang Shirong also returned to the Yuelai Inn one after another. Exhausted and falling apart, they entered the room with their hands and legs spread out, lying on their backs on the bed, breathing heavily. For days there is nothing, and the most patient will lose patience.

Suddenly, Ni Fu hurriedly ran back from outside, gasped, and said, "...... Everybody...... Yes...... There's news......"

Wang Wenguang and Ding Jue, the deputy captain who came with him this time, sat up from the bed reflexively.

Wang Wenguang was acting according to the script agreed with Ni Fu beforehand, and asked, "Ni Fu, what is the news of being so angry?" ”

Ni Fu gasped and said, "I...... I learned about that Liang Shirong in Liantang Village......"

Liang Shirong has been missing for a long time in Liantang Village for no reason, and when he heard the news of Liang Shirong, Wang Wenguang didn't wait for Ni Fu to finish speaking, so he interjected: "Liang Shirong is back?" ”

Ni Fu nodded: "Yes, I'm back from outside." ”

Wang Wenguang jumped up from the bed and said to Ding Jue: "Okay, let's go to Liantang Village immediately and catch him." ”

Ding Jue picked up the machete that was placed at the head of the bed: "Okay!" Let's go now! ”

Ni Fu waved his hand: "Don't worry, listen to me finish my words first." ”

Wang Wenguang urged: "Speak quickly!" ”

Ni Fu shook his head and said, "Liang Shirong returned to the village with illness, I heard that he used to hide in a relative's house in the depths of Longshan a few days ago, and died not long after he came back. ”

Wang Wenguang waved his hand and didn't believe it: "Liang Shirong died as soon as he returned to the village?" How could such a coincidence occur? ”

Ding Jue's eyes were also full of doubts: "This is fake, right?" ”

Ni Fu: "I heard from his neighbor that he was hiding in the mountains at a relative's house and was seriously ill, with a fever and headache, paralysis all over his body, and a pale red maculopapular rash on his skin. Later, I also heard the cries of his second brother, Liang Shirong's second brother, and his family. ”

Wang Wenguang asked: "Ni Fu, let me ask you, do you know what kind of disease he has?" ”

Ni Fu's voice was still so loud: "I heard from the people in the village that Liang Shirong was suffering from typhoid fever!" And it was an emergency with typhoid fever. ”

As soon as he heard that it was typhoid fever, Ding Jue couldn't help but shudder, "You heard it right, right?" ”

Ni Fu: "You can't get it wrong. ”

Ding Jue's heart tightened: "I haven't seen typhoid fever, let alone understand it." However, I heard that the disease is very contagious. ”

Wang Wenguang saw that Ding Jue had already taken the bait, and added oil and vinegar to the side: "Yes, in the summer of three years ago, someone in the next village of my hometown suffered from typhoid fever. ”

Ding Jue talked about typhoid fever: "Yo, such a terrible infectious disease!" ”

Wang Wenguang asked Ni Fu: "Since he died of typhoid fever and serious illness, have you heard that when will he be funeral?" ”

Ni Fu: "I heard from the people in the village that the date of the funeral is set for the day after tomorrow. ”

Ding Jue: "So fast? Did you hear it wrong? ”

Ni Fu pointed to his ears: "My ears are smart, how could I hear it wrong." I asked a few people in the village. They all said that they were most afraid of delaying, and those would infect other villagers with the virus, and at that time, it would be too late for everyone to dodge, so the sooner the funeral day, the better. ”

"Ah, I see?!" Wang Wenguang slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Brothers, this is a good opportunity for us to make contributions." ”

Ding Jue turned his head and asked Wang Wenguang: "Team Wang, why do you say that?" Where do we have a good opportunity to make a difference? ”

Wang Wenguang analyzed reasonably: "According to local customs, when the father passes (dies), everyone who has a son will come back to bear flowers and send the funeral, besides, people say that Liang Shirong's son Liang Feihan is a filial son, if he is really hidden in the country or near Longshan, he will definitely go back to the village to participate in the funeral after hearing the news, and send his father on his last journey." So, aren't we waiting for a good opportunity to make a difference? ”

Ding Jue also had a smile on his face after hearing this: "That day, we laid a net around us, just waiting for him to come in, and then we will be caught." As he spoke, he made a grappling motion.

Wang Wenguang nodded: "Yes, that's what I meant." Team D, this time you came with me. ”

Ding Jue proudly used the question to hit back at Wang Wenguang: "Hmph, my brain has never been stupid, it's just that you are biased and look down on me on weekdays." ”

Wang Wenguang laughed: "This time we are heroes, we see the same thing!" ”

Wang Wenguang and Ding Jue told you about the "death of Liang Feihan's father" and the strategy to capture Liang Feihan, and told everyone to get ready.

The day after tomorrow, the drizzle is drizzling and the mountain wind is slanting.

The land of Liantang was shrouded in rain and fog, and it was confusing.

In Liantang Village, the suona eight sounds of the funeral sounded, and the sound of mourning reverberated over Liantang Village.

A group of people dressed in linen and filial piety, crying and crying, holding paper flags, walked out of the village, and sure enough, someone was at the funeral.

Liang Feihan's family is sparsely populated, except for a few coffin-carrying workers, only Liang Feihan's second uncle's family and some neighbors next door, and more than a dozen people.

As they walked, they scattered the paper into the sky.

The dark paper fluttered in the wind and rain, and fell leisurely on the field, stained with mud.

Wang Wenguang and Ding Jue led those people who had already assigned their respective positions, and ambushed behind the woods and bushes around Liantang Village, waiting for Liang Feihan to appear.

They stretched their necks and saw that the funeral procession had left the village and walked in the direction of Longshan, but they could not see any trace of Liang Feihan.

Ding Jue muttered, "What's going on?" ”

Wang Wenguang came up with a plan to capture the old man: "Brother Ding Jue, could it be that the people in Liang Feihan's family know that we are stationed near the village for a long time and want to arrest him." Liang Feihan's father is not actually dead, but he deliberately released a rumor to confuse us? ”

Ding Jue's eyes seemed to light up: "Yo, Wen Team, you are waking up the person in the dream with a word, there is indeed this possibility." Our minds should have turned a few more turns, and what should we do now? ”

Wang Wenguang has been with Ding Jue for more than a year, and knows that he is a villain who is fierce and selfish, and he reaps the benefits first and lets others bear the bad things. Wang Wenguang stretched out his finger, pointed to the coffin, and said, "Whether it's true or not, we have to go to check and confirm." lest they be deceived and deceived. ”

Ding Jue: "Yes. ”

Wang Wenguang stretched out his hand to the funeral procession and said, "My brothers and I are still ambushing behind this tree, Team Ding, you go forward, open the coffin, and carefully check whether it contains the dead body of Liang Feihan's father." But when you go forward, you have to cover your nose with a thick cloth, for fear that those typhoid germs will fly around and provoke you. ”