The little boss nodded and said, "Yes, don't ignore me, even Xinxin doesn't ignore it, Jiu Yanzi, is it a person who is dying, is this kind of phenomenon?" ”

I stopped and asked him, "When did you start ignoring you?" ”

"Uncle will talk to us before you come." He glanced at me vigilantly and said, "Nine Guys, I treat you as a brother, you... You... Don't harm my uncle with sorcery. ”

As soon as I heard this, I was amused by him, knocked on his head, and said, "You have watched too many TV series, I am just eight immortals, where do I know what witchcraft." ”

That's right, but I still kept an eye on it, walked over to Shen Jun, stretched out my hand to his forehead, where do I know, he opened my arm, and smiled at me weirdly, the laughter was so weird that I couldn't help but take two steps back.

What's the matter, I've never met this Shen Jun, how can this be?

I suppressed my doubts and shouted at him, "Mr. Shen, are you okay?" ”

He didn't speak, his eyes fixed on me. This makes me wonder even more, Made, what the hell is going on? How can a dying person have such a reaction?

"Mr. Shen, do you know me?" I asked him again.

He didn't speak, and smiled weirdly at me. I'm going crazy, and his reaction now could easily make the little boss misunderstand what I did to him.

Immediately, I looked stunned and said, "Mr. Shen, did I offend you?" If there is something that really offends you, please point out what it is, and Xiao Jiu will definitely correct it. ”

As soon as the words landed, a strange scream came out of Shen Jun's mouth, which was so harsh that I was so frightened that I hurriedly plugged my ears, looked at him with incredible eyes, and had a series of doubts in my heart, what happened to him? How so? Is it a return to the light? Or is it something else?

The scream continued for more than a dozen seconds, then echoed through the room for a few more moments before it stopped.

Immediately after, Shen Jun's limbs twitched violently, and the breath in his mouth became weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, I ignored the doubts in my heart and shouted at the stammer, "Quick, watch the time." ”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jun's body seemed to lose momentum, and suddenly stopped, his face was waxed, and a pair of eyes looked at me deadly.

I took a deep breath, and when I saw this reaction, Shen Jun was dead, so I said to the little boss: "Take Xinxin out, it's inconvenient for her to be present next." ”

He glanced at me warily, nodded, picked up Xinxin, and walked out.

After he left, I took a few steps forward, reached out to probe Shen Jun's nose, did not breathe, and touched his chest again, there was no heartbeat, he was dead.

"What time was it?" I asked, stammering.

"3:45." Stammered.

I was stunned, it seemed to be only 8 o'clock in the evening when I first arrived at Walker Village, and before I knew it, six or seven hours later, I asked him again: "What is the month?" ”

"The eighth day of the fifth month!" Stammered and thought for a moment and said.

I pinched my fingers and calculated, the eighth day of the fifth month, the time of the second month, is a good day, only need to stay at home for three days, you can carry it up the mountain and be buried. Death at this hour is also considered a blessed person.

After calculating the hour, I found a useless sheet, covered Shen Jun's body, found a porcelain basin, washed it, burned some yellow paper in it, and planned to start preparing for the funeral after dawn.

At this time, the little boss walked in, he first bent down towards Shen Jun's corpse, and asked me, "Jiu Yanzi, how could my uncle have this reaction when he was dying?" I want you to give me an account. ”

I smiled bitterly, I didn't know how to explain this phenomenon to him at all, so I had to say vaguely, "He carried a murder case before his death, and he should... It should be retribution! ”

"Retribution?" He didn't seem to believe me, and asked suspiciously.

I nodded uncertainly, and then turned the topic to the little girl, and I asked him, "What about Xinxin?" ”

He looked at me in surprise and said, "Sleep downstairs." ”

Then, we talked for a while, about half past four in the evening, I was a little sleepy, so I asked the little boss to find some quilts to put on the ground, I slept with the stammer, one accompanied the deceased, don't let his body 'cold' down, two, tomorrow to start the funeral, tonight must rest for a while, otherwise, the whole person's spirit will collapse.

Sleep is not a thing that means you can sleep through sleep. Lying on the ground, tossing and turning several times, I couldn't sleep, my brain couldn't help but think of Shen Jun's reaction when he died, and I vaguely felt that this funeral was not easy to handle.

"Brother Jiu, you say, will Shen Jun's death be related to funeral supplies?" The stammerer on the side couldn't sleep like me, and pulled me along.

I sat up, shook my head, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Absolutely not, no matter from which point of view, Shen Jun's death has absolutely nothing to do with funeral supplies." ”

"How can that be?" Stammered and sat up.

I was stunned for a moment, and slowly said, "I don't know for the time being!" ”

After saying that, I snuffed out the cigarette in my hand, threw it aside, lay down, and said to the stammer, "Let's rest first!" If anything, we'll know when we're buried tomorrow. ”

He stammered, didn't speak, and lay down next to me. This trip was an hour, and I don't know what was going on, but when it was almost dawn, I fell asleep.

The strange thing is that this night, I actually dreamed of the old hero of Lujia Village and Lu Yaodong, in the dream, the old hero said to me a word of thanks, saying that he was living a good life in the underworld, as for Lu Yaodong, he had been following the old hero, with a straight face and did not speak.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt someone push me and said, "Brother Jiu, it's seven o'clock, get up quickly." ”

Although I was tired, I woke up immediately from my long-term sense of professionalism, rubbed my eyes, and saw the stammer crouching in front of me, pushing me with one hand.

When the stammering saw me open my eyes, he immediately said, "Brother Jiu, the main family is already urging, hurry up!" ”

I hummed, immediately turned over and stood up, rubbed my face, put the quilt on the ground aside, found some yellow paper and incense to burn in front of Shen Jun's corpse, and said auspicious words.

To be honest, after so many funerals, in my eyes, those corpses are like commodities, very common, both visual and tactile, and have become numb.

After doing these things, I asked the stammerer to guard Shen Jun's body, and I went downstairs to find the little boss and asked for the deceased's birthday, and he told me that Shen Jun was in 1973, the third day of the first lunar month, when it was ugly.