Xiaohe Village is not big, there are more than 30 households in total, more than 100 people, and the two of us are the second uncle of the deceased, surnamed Zhao, and the fat man and I call him Second Uncle Zhao.

The first thing that made me feel wrong was Second Uncle Zhao, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of putty, stiff and white.

Gradually, I found out that something was wrong, as I walked to the village, one of the villagers I met on the way was counted as one, and they were all about the same as Second Uncle Zhao.

I didn't say a word, and entered Zhao's house with Second Uncle Zhao.

The small courtyard of the Zhao family is not big, the mourning shed is still being built, the mourning hall has been built, and there is no coffin. There is only a simple gravel bed made of wooden planks.

There were a few villagers in the courtyard who were helping, and when they saw Second Uncle Zhao, they greeted each other, and my eyes shrunk, compared to the villagers I met outside, these people were more like dead people.

Their faces are stiff white. There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a dead breath in his eyes, as if he had been in the freezer for days.

The fat man was doing business as usual, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual at all.

"My eldest brother and sister-in-law are dealing with the aftermath in the county, and they will come back later, which is an order. You take it first, put on your makeup first, and when the time comes, then lie down! Second Uncle Zhao took out a wad of money, pushed it over, and said with a sigh.

The fat man didn't refuse, accepted the money, and said, "Second uncle, don't worry, this job will definitely not go wrong!" ”

"Hmm!"

Second Uncle Zhao nodded and said, "Come over immediately with makeup, you guys stay first, I'll go outside to entertain you!" ”

"Okay, go ahead!" The fat man said busily.

Second Uncle Zhao sighed again and went out to entertain the villagers who had set up the funeral shed.

"Fatty, look at these villagers, is there anything unusual?"

As soon as Second Uncle Zhao left, I immediately asked.

"Nope!"

The fat man shook his head and asked, "Brother, did you find something?" ”

"Take a picture and show me!" I said to Nunu outside.

"Good!"

The fat man took out his mobile phone, found an angle, took a few photos, and showed me: "Brother, look at it, I look quite normal!" ”

I took the phone, the fat man was right, the photo looks quite normal, if the fat man's eyes are fine, the phone is fine, it can only be my eyes.

I rubbed my eyebrows, and I opened my eyes, that is, the fat man saw the normal side, I saw the other side, I saw the death gas on their bodies, and they were likely to die.

When I entered the village just now, I met a total of six villagers, seven in the courtyard, plus Second Uncle Zhao, a total of fourteen, and they all had a dead breath on their bodies.

Mass death, either a car accident, or poisoning, I can't think of anything else.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, a woman in her forties with a sad face walked into the courtyard, and Second Uncle Zhao greeted her. Take the woman into the house.

"Xiao Ren, this is a makeup artist, surnamed Su, you can just call her Sister Su!" Second Uncle Zhao gave a brief introduction.

"Sister Ren!"

The fat man had a sweet mouth and immediately screamed.

I smiled and nodded, as if I said hello.

"Xiao Ren, are you ready, let's put on makeup when you're ready!" Sister Su didn't talk nonsense, nodded and went straight to the topic.

"Okay, let's turn it in!" The fat man said with a smile.

Sister Su began to take out cosmetics in a muffled voice, Second Uncle Zhao didn't leave this time, took out a box of cigarettes, gave me one, and smoked in a muffled voice.

For a while, the room fell into an eerie silence, except for the rustling sound of Sister Su's makeup, there was no movement.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I looked at Sister Su, Sister Su should not be as old as she looks face, but because she has a crying face, she looks a little old.

Unlike other villagers, Sister Su's face was normal in my eyes. There was no such stiff white air of death.

The makeup was put on intermittently for more than half an hour, the makeup was put on, and the spiritual shed outside was also set up, Second Uncle Zhao looked at the fat man for a while, and said, "Okay, the makeup is very good!" ”

"Uncle. If you're satisfied! ”

Sister Su said as she packed up her things.

"Erya, don't go, the meal is ready, let's take a bite here!" Second Uncle Zhao persuaded.

"Uncle, you have forgotten the rules of my business. I can't eat at my employer's house anymore! The Su family didn't stop, and said expressionlessly.

"Look, I really forgot!" Second Uncle Zhao smiled bitterly, took out a white bag, handed it over and said, "You take the money!" ”

"Hmm!"

Sister Su took the white envelope and didn't say anything. I took my things and left, but I didn't look at me and the fat man, and my steps were quite hurried.

Through the window, I looked at Sister Su thoughtfully, and I always felt that she seemed to see something!

Sister Su doesn't eat it. We have to eat.

Every time there is a happy event in the countryside, the main family wants to feed the helpers, but this time, the fat man can't eat, he has to pretend to be dead, and one trip is a day. If you eat too much, convenience is a big problem.

Pretending to be dead, there is only one convenient opportunity every day, and that is Mao Shi, that is, five o'clock in the morning, so these three days. He tries not to eat, and if he is too thirsty, he can drink a little less water with a straw.

If possible, try not to go to the toilet once, so I can eat this meal. The fat man can't eat, he can only watch.

There is a good thing about the countryside, whoever has a problem, the whole village comes to help.

It's the same this time, the one who built the funeral shed didn't use a few people, but they prepared the meal. The whole village needs to be prepared.

The Zhao family set up a total of eight tables, and when the food came up, everyone who could come came.

Second Uncle Zhao and I sat at the same table, eating and observing, there were more than 100 people in the village, more than 80 stayed in the village, and more than 20 had dead spirits on their bodies.

These more than 20 people are basically in the prime of their forties and fifties, and they have a good relationship with Second Uncle Zhao, they are obedient, and they are somewhat related.

After the meal, Second Uncle Zhao's brother and sister-in-law came back. The fat man officially fulfilled his duty and lay on the funeral bed and pretended to be dead.

I sat by the side, and I was a watchman.

Boss Zhao, that is, the elder brother of Second Uncle Zhao, doesn't look like a rural person, his face is white and clean, and there are not many calluses on his hands.

Neither is his daughter-in-law. Anyway, the dead ones I saw before didn't look like rural people.

Chubby, white, with no calluses on his hands, he doesn't look like he does farm work at all. That's a little wrong.

I glanced at the fat man lying on the spiritual bed, and temporarily extinguished the idea of inquiry, I came this time to cooperate with the fat man, as for what secrets the Zhao family has, it is not something I should consider.

In fact, pretending to be dead is easy to look at. It's actually hard.

Lying on a bed made of wooden planks, in three days, there are only two opportunities to move, and there is no food, which is not easy to earn.

The time soon came to eight o'clock in the evening, it was dark, and there were not many people guarding the spirit, one was me and the other was Second Uncle Zhao.

Before coming, we had already negotiated that we could broadcast live, and I put the equipment up and pointed the camera at the fat man on the mourning bed to ensure that most of the mourning hall could be filmed in.

After setting up the equipment and starting the live broadcast, I ignored those fans, exited the range of the camera, and took out my mobile phone to enter the live broadcast room.

1. Enter the live broadcast room. The barrage has exploded, and one after another slots are floating all over the screen.

There are also those who call 666, and there are also those who ask if they want to fight like this, and there are all kinds of barrages, there are all kinds of things to say, and there are many rewards.

Before coming. The fat man gave me the management authority of the live broadcast room, I stood on the microphone, turned on the lock screen mode, except for a few with high contributions, all of them were banned, and then started typing, explaining the origin of this pretending to be dead.

Of course, I didn't say how much money the fat man got, but it just explained that the son of the employer's family was hit by a car and died, unrecognizable, and could not be admired, and was replaced by the fat man.

After explaining, I unlocked the lock screen, and the barrage exploded instantly, and the number of tips skyrocketed.

I watched the fat man on my mobile phone, the fat man earned it this time, and after such a while, the reward has been more than 10,000, no wonder this product is going to be live!

As time passed, the rewards gradually decreased, and the barrage did not stop, but there were also a lot less, after all, no one spoke, and all they could see was the fat man lying like a dead man.

When it was almost early in the morning, the barrage in the live broadcast room had decreased by nearly ninety percent, and at this moment, a barrage caught my attention.

This barrage is like this: The person in the posthumous photo seems to be smiling, have you noticed?

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