Early the next morning, the cries for help of three male college students caught the attention of neighbors.

The villagers managed to break open the gate and rushed to the second floor with sticks and sickles, only to find that Shi Derong had long since lost his breath.

He was wet all over his body, and water dripped down his clothes without twisting them.

With his feet spread apart and his hands on the ground, he sat at the door of the side bedroom, his head hanging down on his chest,

His face turned purple, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The corners of his mouth were raised to the edge of his earlobes, outlining an eerie smile.

The villagers and passengers who rushed to hear the news gathered in the living room on the first floor of Shi Derong's house and talked about it.

The village head, Lu Gui, asked the villagers to take the three frightened college students to another home to rest.

Lu Maocai, the youngest son of the village chief, told everyone that Shi Derong is usually a drunkard, and he may have just drunk too much last night, and after getting himself wet, he sat outside the door, just pressed his breathing, and suffocated himself to death.

This argument barely makes sense, after all, the torrential rain is still falling, and communications and transportation are cut off, so even if you want to report the case to the police, it is impossible.

The village head, Lu Gui, politely invited the passengers to go back on the grounds of "collecting the body for Shi Derong".

When the outsiders were gone, only a few older male villagers remained in the living room.

Lu Maocai closed the door, and an old villager named Lu He looked at Shi Derong, who was in a miserable and terrifying state, and said hesitantly: "How many are these?" Could it be true..."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The village chief Lu Guiyi changed his kind appearance, glared and said, "Even if it's really a ghost, we have a way!"

Maocai, you now take a few people and dig up the canal. ”

The villagers were stunned and said, "Why? If you dig a canal, won't the fields be completely flooded? ”

"There is no reason, are your two acres of rotten land important, or is your life important?"

Village Chief Lu Gui sneered: "Only by listening to me, you, you, can you live, or you will die." ”

The villagers bowed their heads resignedly, not daring to look at Lu Gui.

Lu Maocai took a few people, wearing robes and carrying hoes, to the farmland, dug up the canal that had just been repaired yesterday, and let the Qianmo farmland be flooded.

As they stood on the road and watched the water flood the fields,

Dressed in a black raincoat and covering his face with a cloth, Leon also watched their every move from the distant ridge.

Chai Cuiqiao asked with some curiosity: "Strange.... Why did they flood their fields? ”

Li Ang touched his chin and said casually: "Maybe it's because the septic tank in the upper reaches of the stream exploded, so they want to save resources and keep the fertilizer and water from flowing into the fields of outsiders." ”

These villagers watched on the road for a while, then turned around and left with their hoes, and Chai Cuiqiao couldn't help asking, "Don't you go along and have a look?" ”

"Yes, but not necessarily."

Li Ang shook his head, "The 'weirdness' that can shield the spiritual sense is either due to the unique topography of Watari Village,

Either because of this bizarre heavy rain,

Either it's because of someone or something.

I don't think these villagers really know the real purpose of digging ditches and flooding fields, so instead of asking them, it is better to find someone who really knows the truth of the matter. ”

Chai Cui's brows furrowed slightly, "You mean, that village chief?" ”

Leon shook his head and didn't answer.

There are quite a lot of weirdness in Watsui Village, and until the mystery is solved, Li Ang does not plan to take some more radical measures against the villagers, including the village chief.

He watched the villagers leave in the distance, pulled the raincoat on his body, and walked straight into the ravine.

The heavy rain was pouring, the mountains and forests were dark, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the sheep intestine path were swaying and swaying, as if they were welcoming Li Ang.

There were many graves buried in this ravine, some old and new, and Leon glanced around, found the latest grave, and climbed up the hillside.

According to the identification on the tombstone, the owner of this tomb died eleven days ago, and it was his death that prompted Lu Maodian to find an intelligence broker and hire Li Ang.

"Offended."

Leon said a word towards the brand-new tombstone, took out a small shovel, attached ripple energy to it, and smashed it into the concrete floor of the grave.

After a few moments, the tomb was dismantled in its entirety and split in two.

Li Ang did not rush down, but put on a layer of plastic film clothes for himself, covered his sleeves with latex gloves, wrapped his shoes with a large sleeve, and wrapped his forehead and chin with plastic wrap.

Such a means of protection is mainly to prevent the smell of the highly rotten corpse from remaining on the body and attracting the attention of others-

Once the rotting liquid of a corpse sticks to the skin, the smell will not dissipate for several days, and Leon is quite experienced with this.

Ready, Leon jumped into the grave and lifted the coffin board from the coffin, revealing the body of the male lying quietly inside.

In ten days, the corpse was quite seriously decomposed, and Li Ang breathed naturally in the thick corpse stench without changing his face, and even said to Chai Cuiqiao calmly,

"This corpse is a bit rotten, and if it were fresher, his stomach would be bulging high.

As long as you insert a needle with a rubber tube attached to it, and place a match on the other end of the rubber tube, the putrefactive gas in the corpse will gush out of the tube and be ignited by the match, forming a blue jet flame.

It's beautiful, it's a pity you didn't see it. ”

Chai Cui was speechless, not knowing what to say, so she had to laugh dryly.

Li Ang didn't care about Chai Cuiqiao's silence, he bent down, took off the skin of the corpse like a glove, and carefully examined every corner of the corpse.

As an ordinary netizen who likes to surf the Internet, it is very normal for Leon to be proficient in forensic anthropology.

It didn't take long for Li Ang to examine the body, he crawled out of the grave, hurriedly buried the grave, and went to the burial place of the dead in Dusheng Village before.

Fortunately, it is located in a remote area, and the folk customs are "simple", so cremation is not carried out much.

By the end of the evening, Li Ang had examined the bodies of all the dead in Dusheng Village over the past seven months, except for the grave of Meng Qixi, a village teacher.

Li Ang, who had a part of the harvest, didn't explain anything to Chai Cuiqiao,

It's getting late, and if you don't go back to the village, you will be suspected.

Li Ang removed all protective measures, tore up plastic wrap, latex gloves and other things, and put them into torn disposable plastic film clothes.

After compressing the pile of garbage to the size of a fist and wrapping it in layers of plastic wrap to make sure no heavy odors leak out, put it in the pocket of a raincoat.

Like no one, I returned to Watsui Village.

Not long after he left the ravine, another figure wrapped in a black cloak also appeared in the mountains.

He walked down the hill and looked at the graves that had been hastily buried after they had been dug up, and he was silent for a long time, and after a moment of hesitation, he dug up the graves again and opened the museum for an autopsy.