"You say, this woman won't really make a fuss......

"It shouldn't be ......"

Seeing that these two people didn't have the heart to play cards, Wei Zhun asked about the incident: "When this woman died, both of you were there."

"Hmm?...... Well. ”

He avoided the words of the seventh woman, and only said to himself: "I heard that you dismembered the woman's body, is it true?"

Zhao Lu laughed dryly, and clenched the cards with both hands: "Director Wei, what is it like, what are you asking for, let's still play cards."

After taking a sip of wine, Wei Zhun said: "That woman said that she was a monster."

"yes." Zhaocai replied: "Don't you know, no matter who sees that woman, they have to be fascinated." How to put it, it's like being enchanted. ”

If you want to say that a woman is beautiful, it is normal for a man to like it, and everyone has a love for beauty. But to say that people like to fall into the devil, it would be too fantastical, even movie stars don't have such a big magic.

"Is it true that she stole people?"

Zhao Cai still wanted to speak, but Zhao Lu held down the card in his hand and shook his head. Zhaocai glanced at Wei Zhun and took a deep breath: "It's nothing, the two of us have just heard about it, it's just a matter of murder...... We just saw it, but we didn't do it ourselves, don't think about it. ”

What a prevarication.

Wei Zhun was also worried about seeing Huzi, so he turned on his mobile phone and played music, singing Andy Lau's song, a song "Today", which felt out of place, but there were no other songs, and the remaining two were all operas, or Xiuzhen passed them on to him. The current scene, if you sing, it will be even more terrifying.

Suddenly, something flashed in the shadows, on the other side of the cemetery, like a person, it should be a person.

Tian Zhaolu hid behind his brother: "What-something."

He kept inhaling and panting, and gulped heavily, letting the cool air into his lungs and calming himself down a little.

Wei Zhun didn't see it from this angle, let alone feel the wind flickering, but he saw Zhaolu Zhaocai's face full of fear: "What did you see?"

Yes, nothing, looking at the cemetery in the light, black and oppressive, like a group of mountains cascading on top of each other, and beyond that, there was nothing.

The music on the phone continued, and it didn't stop.

Tian Zhaocai pulled away his brother and looked in the direction of the east house, where the light was dark: "Otherwise, let's get out of here and go home, or go to church." Over here...... Strangely cold. ”

It's not cold at all, it's still a little hot.

But looking at Zhaocai, I felt that his body was very thin, and the whole person was trembling, exhaling breath that could be seen. Wei Zhun's back was sweaty, and Zhaolu didn't feel cold.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhaocai asked.

Zhao Lu sat down tremblingly, and drank a small half bottle of liquor in one go: "Why do I feel cold, what do you think?"

No, it's hot.

Wei Zhun touched his head, he didn't have a fever, but his hands were cold.

The dead who can't be disturbed by the wake of the spirit, and the forward flip is scary enough. It's better to bring the people back first, and the village chief asked some words to prevaricate. But now Zhaocai has difficulty walking, he is like a cripple, and he needs two people to drive him to walk. I don't know if it was because he was shivering or because Zhaolu was next to him and passed on his fear, both of them trembled very much.

When they left the ancestral hall, Wei Zhun didn't look back, but in the direction of the ancestral hall, the lights were 'naturally' extinguished.

Before he was sent home, Zhaocai said that the village chief would definitely ask about it, so he went to the church first, and then went to wake the woman's spirit when he was no longer cold.

When the person arrived at the church, he lay down on a bed next door.

"I'm cold—Director Wei, do you have a quilt?" Zhaocai trembled and shook the bed boards.

There are quilts and three beds, all of which are covered with Zhaocai. Strangely, he screamed coldly one by one, and he also had a fever at first glance, but his forehead was not hot at all.

"I'm cold!! I still want a quilt!! And also!!"

There were already three quilts, Tian Zhaocai covered his head with sweat, didn't take off his clothes, shoes and socks, and buried his face in the quilt.

Zhao Lu reached over and touched his neck: "It's all sweat."

Ke Zhaocai ignored these, and he showed a slightly pale face: "I want a quilt, it's too cold in this room." Director Wei, I beg you, get some more quilts, I still have to bake the fire. I—I'm cold, I'm cold!! I was cold. ”

Zhaolu went home to get the quilt and let his brother stay here first.

Wei Zhun took the charcoal stove according to Zhaocai's request, and the inside was red, and Zhaocai's hand from the quilt was next to the charcoal stove, and his teeth chattered: "It's so cold-me-hmm, hmm-hu-......hu- It's cold, Director Wei, how could it be so cold. ”

What else could he say, Wei Zhun felt the stuffiness in this room, and the hot breath exhaled by Tian Zhaocai.

Thinking of the seventh woman mentioning the cause of her man's death, Wei Zhun felt that the crisis was coming again, and when Zhaolu came, he went to the village chief, and now Zhaocai can't leave anyone.

"Wei-Wei Wei, Director Wei, you-you-do you have a cigarette? I want to- want to smoke. ”

"You wait." Wei Zhun took a look at the cigarette on his body, and half a pack, stuffed it into Zhaocai's mouth, and lit the lighter: "It's okay, you send it-don't worry."

He was comforting Zhaocai, wanting to say that it was good to sweat, but he knew it was impossible. It's almost the same as killing two people for a great injustice, as the saying goes, one life is worth one life, and this series of harms is really inhumane, but can you explain things clearly to the ghosts.

"Quilt!!" Outside the house, Zhao Lu came over with four beds and took them from his own home: "Brother! Brother, are you alright, brother!"

Zhaolu's eye circles were very red, and there were tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

At the same time, he got up and covered the quilt, and Zhaocai's trembling limbs stopped a little: "Thank you—thank you." I didn't know what was going on, it just felt cold, like falling into the ice cellar. ”

Wei Zhun asked him to stay: "Zhaolu, I'll go find the village chief, you watch here."

"Huh? Am I alone?"

"This is the church, the lights are on, what are you afraid of."

The village chief was lying on the bed watching TV, so Wei Zhun woke up, and ran to the church with his shoelaces loose.

Now, Tian Zhaocai is still chilling, and the cigarette butt was swallowed because of the big gasp, and his lips and tongue are hot and blistering.

"Second uncle." Zhaocai's head was slightly upside down: "We went to the vigil, we didn't go, I just felt cold, too cold, so come back and rest." You can rest assured! When I'm ready, I'll go and keep a wake for that woman, I promise not to be lazy, I promise!"

In the end, it is a junior, Tian Qingsheng watched these boys grow up, he saw that the situation was the same as when the boss of the Tian family died, and his heart trembled: "Zhaocai, it's okay, you don't need to go to the guard, it's the second uncle who doesn't know the reason, and the second uncle can't stand you."

"Second uncle, I feel so cold, I want two more charcoal stoves, okay?"

Wei Zhun said that there can't be any more, people will be covered to death and heat to death.

The village chief completely lost his temper: "Forget it." Zhaolu, go to my house and bring the charcoal stove, I still have a few quilts in the house, let my daughter bring it over. ”

"The village chief. He's sweating so much, and you're still like that. ”

The old man has his own considerations, and it is not a fever, but a situation that only appears during the wake on a hot day, which cannot be saved by manpower. When the eldest brother Tian Qingwen died, it was the same, in fact, he didn't have a fever at all. Come on, it's already here, let Zhaocai go more comfortably. When he went to touch Zhaocai's face, it was as if he had touched an ice cube, who could stand this kind of torture, there was no temperature at all.

Zhao Lu sat under the porch, grabbing his hair and crying vigorously.

The village chief called Wei Zhun to the door and said a word of comfort: "You know everything about these days, and I can't hide it from you." You better leave Tianjiagou, with your cousin's relationship, you can eat anywhere. ”

"Village Chief, I originally wanted to leave here, but I don't worry about Xiuzhen. Uncle Qingguo was also involved in this matter back then, and their family is estimated to be in trouble, I can't just ignore anything, and I won't be able to face Xiuzhen in the future, I really plan to marry her. ”

"Then you can do it yourself, I've got the point."

At one o'clock in the morning, Tian Zhaocai died. It's not so much freezing to death as heat death, but no one cares about what the cause of death is. The village chief asked Zhaocai's wife and children to come and collect the body, and the orphans and widows cried in the church until dawn.