"Hmm—" Kiro groaned and stroked his forehead and sat up, a wave of dizziness hit, and he hurriedly lay back down, only to feel that his head hurt like it was about to explode.

Damn, how could his head hurt so much...

The dizziness slowly passed, and he thought about it little by little as he waited. I thought of the officers and soldiers who sold steamed buns, bought military registrations, silver, and bricks that smashed into their heads... And the Taoist!

He's not dead? Not dead? Hahaha... He knew that he was blessed with a great life, and he would meet nobles if he didn't go out...

Standing up energetically, he noticed that something had touched his head. What is it? Kiro looked up in displeasure, "Ah! ”

On the beams in the middle of the house, his father hung and wobbly with his eyes closed, his neck tied in a dead knot made of a belt. His feet hung limply down, tapping his head lightly...

"Ahh

I can't tell if the feeling in my heart at this moment is sad or shocked, that old thing... Dad, my father, who has been dependent on each other for many years, died like this? How did Daddy die? What about the Taoist priests?

"It's none of my business, I don't know anything, it's none of my business," he muttered, sweating more and more on his forehead.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead. But I saw that the back of my hand was red, sticky and fishy, sweat stains mixed with blood stains, and a thin layer of yellow-brown powder... What is it?

He was puzzled, and when he got closer, he almost threw it up—how did this powder emit a corpse smell...

Isn't enough of the corpses smelled these days? He snorted, and the thing on his forehead made him uncomfortable. Raise your hand again and wipe the contents off your forehead with your sleeve, which is red.

Something warm ran down his forehead, across his eyes, and dripping onto his sleeve.

Shiro's eyes darkened, and he reached out again to wipe them off. He sweated so much?

...

"Did you hear that? Lao Zheng hanged himself last night. It was an old man who spoke, with a literati air in his gestures, and walked slowly with his cane while chatting with others.

"Lao Zheng? Which Lao Zheng? The one who replied was also an old man, with the same literati atmosphere, the same age as an old man with a cane, but he moved freely.

"Which Lao Zheng else can there be?" The old man with the cane snorted, as if he was blaming the other party for forgetting the person they were talking about.

"You mean..."The old man thought for a while, and seemed to really remember such a person: "The old Zheng who went to Beijing with you and me to take the exam, and he was admitted to us but failed?" ”

"Who else could he be? Alas. "What if you can't pass the exam, fame and fortune are all in vain, and no one can take them away after death, the old man with a cane sighed.

"Why can't he think about it like that?" Another old man also deeply regretted it.

"It is said that his son was cheated of all his money yesterday by the officers and soldiers, and his head was smashed by the officers and soldiers. There was too much bleeding to be saved. Lao Zheng is next to his son's corpse... Hanged. The old man with the cane repeated what he had heard from others.

"Lao Zheng's son? Shiro? The old man remembered a very delicate little face, and his mouth was very pleasing and red. Shiro was very well-behaved when he was a child, and the two of them even hugged him...

"Hmm." Although Lao Zheng's son is a bully when he grows up, but after all, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, the old man with the cane thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it.

The two were immersed in the sadness of the death of their classmates in the past, and suddenly heard a female voice sound: "Two old people, can you tell me where the old Zheng family is?" ”

...

Officers and men are busy with post-disaster reconstruction and soup kitchens, and such ordinary murders will not be dealt with immediately. So the bodies of Zheng Xi's father and son are still placed in the dilapidated house where there is nothing, except for Uncle Zheng's body being put down by a kind neighbor, no one has touched anything else, and no one has ever entered it again.

Two women and a man entered the house, while the three children they had brought with them were stopped outside and allowed to play on their own.

"Girl, you guessed it right, it's really the uncle who wanted to commit suicide yesterday." The jade bottle is a little sad. Thinking of the uncle who misses his wife who has passed away for many years every day, when he is old, not only can he not enjoy happiness, but he is also treated like this by his son, and the ups and downs of life make people can't help but cry of sympathy.

"He doesn't deserve to die." The strange feeling in Chi Jing's heart came out again, just like the feeling when facing the corpse of the white-bearded old man who had lived in the same house for four generations a few days ago. They are all over!

"Yes, Uncle Zheng is a good person, and good people don't deserve to die so miserably." Why bother, but I always feel that something is wrong: "Uncle knows that the suicide person cannot be reincarnated as a human in the next life, why did he finally take this path?" ”

"Brother He, it's one thing to know, but it's another thing to bear it, how painful it should be for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person!" The jade bottle looked at the uncle's corpse sympathetically, and looked at the man's corpse lying side by side with the uncle with a complicated expression.

Uncle Zheng and his wife named their son Zheng Xi, and when they heard this name, they knew that they were full of love for Uncle Zheng and his wife, and they only hoped that their son could spend this life happily. But now, father and son go to Huangquan hand in hand...

...

Different from the sadness of the jade bottle, after entering the house, Chi Jing first looked at the environment in the house, then stepped on the stool and looked at the belt hanging on the beam.

There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary Is it really because his son was beaten to death, so this uncle also voluntarily gave up the rest of his life and hanged himself against the sky? No, it shouldn't be like this... Suddenly, Chi Jing walked towards Zheng Xi's corpse with sharp eyes.

She squatted down on Zheng Xi's right side, lifted Zheng Xi's sleeve and carefully observed the blood stains on the sleeve. After observing for a while, he moved a few steps closer to Zheng Xi's forehead and took a closer look.

Seeing this, why bother Fang's eyes changed slightly, and he stepped forward and said, "Girl, what do you want to say, let me help you..."

Chi Jing shook his head and said, "It's okay, the corpse is not terrible. ”

Talent is terrible.

A girl's family told him that the corpse was not terrible - why bother to be choked by her words, and didn't know what else to say. He looked at the jade bottle and found that the jade bottle was looking at it strangely, and his expression was not half surprised.

It seems that this is not the first time that Miss Chi has done this kind of thing?

Chi Jing took out the bamboo tube from the cloth bag he carried with him, turned his head and looked around and found that there were no suitable tools, so he casually touched his head and took off a silver hairpin. He Bifang was a little puzzled, but seeing that the jade bottle didn't make a sound, he followed and watched silently.

I saw Miss Chi tear off the silver leaves on the silver hairpin...

I saw Miss Chi scraping the blood next to the blood hole on Zheng Xi's corpse's forehead with silver leaves...

I saw that Miss Chi put the coagulated blood that had been scraped off into the bamboo tube and put it back in the cloth bag...

Why bother fang's face tightened, at this moment, he felt more like a girl.