Ling Guozhu took his last breath and hid in the dark part of the building. Finally, when the target appeared, he took advantage of Ling Shuangxi's attention to be attracted by me, seized the opportunity, and gave Ling Shuangxi a fatal blow. He completed his revenge, his wish was fulfilled, and as soon as this breath was released, he couldn't support it anymore, and he died.

To be honest, I didn't have any pity in my heart when I saw his corpse lying on the ground, after all, I learned from the female ghost Du Mei and Ling Shuangxi, what kind of person he was.

But the strange posture he had before he died still caught my attention. My eyes fell on his left hand, and by the moonlight, I was surprised to see that what he had found out of his pocket before he died was actually a mobile phone.

I was about to run up and take down my phone to see what was going on, when it suddenly occurred to me that Shi Mengya and the others' mobile phones had already run out of battery, and it was definitely impossible for Ling Guozhu's mobile phone, who arrived here before us, to have power. Why did he pinch that phone until he died?

Suddenly, the picture of Shi Mengya and Su Xue taking selfies with their mobile phones along the way appeared in my mind, and my heart moved, and I had a rough guess about Ling Guozhu's strange action.

Could it be that Ling Guozhu and Du Mei were also playing with their mobile phones to take selfies, or even take videos, before the drug attack? It's very likely! Perhaps it was when Ling Shuangxi left after committing the crime, Ling Guozhu, who woke up, accidentally found that the video function of their mobile phone was not turned off, and accidentally recorded the whole process of Ling Shuangxi's evil.

If this is the case, then Ling Guozhu will definitely be careful to protect this incriminating evidence. Only this reason can explain that Ling Guozhu did not let go of the mobile phone that had long since run out of battery until he died.

I subconsciously took a few steps back, not wanting to leave my trail at the scene. If someone here discovers the murder, and the police arrive, they investigate the scene and find the video on their mobile phones, then the police will deduce the truth of the whole case.

And I must not be innocently involved. If I really get involved, who will believe me when it comes to the female ghost Du Mei? As soon as this thought moved, I hurried to the gate of the villa.

It was already dark, but the three of them hadn't woken up yet. When I saw Ling Shuangxi's towel, I hesitated for a moment, but didn't dare to touch it, but took out a pack of tissues, dipped it in the mountain spring, and applied it to Shi Mengya's forehead.

After a while, all three of them woke up. They looked at me with surprised and confused expressions. I didn't have time to explain more, but told them that the person I was looking for had a whereabouts, and everyone should get out of here.

The dead dog cooperated with me, put on the spare tire with all hands and feet, and the car finally started and headed straight for Xiling Village. Along the way, I was terrified, not sure if my judgment was correct.

I didn't dare to tell them about Ling Shuangxi's vain attempt to murder us, because I saw that they were in a good mood and couldn't bear to spoil this wonderful picture, and I didn't want them to know that I had not only witnessed but also participated in the murder and revenge.

Xiling Village is still the same as when I was a child, because of the environment here, the transportation is inconvenient, the village has not been well developed, and it still maintains a quaint appearance.

Shi Mengya and Su Xue couldn't help but cheer when they saw this ancient village. I understand them, such an ancient village is simply a fairyland for urban people who grow up in the reinforced concrete jungle.

The car drove into the village, and there was hardly anyone in sight. Xiling Village, like many villages in the mountains, most of the young people go out to work, and those who earn money will not return to this poor mountain village, and those who do not earn money are still working hard outside the mountains, so most of the people in the village are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Seeing a few of us driving into the mountain village, several old people watched us vigilantly. When the car stopped and the four of us stepped out of the car, an old man slowly stepped forward and vigilantly asked us what we were doing in their village.

Shi Mengya said hello to the old man sweetly, and at the same time took out her interview card. The old man was illiterate, and after asking about the documents, a tight old face relaxed and greeted us warmly.

Judging from his reaction, maybe we were not the first people to come here to collect style, of course, we were not the people who came to collect wind at all, but the old man just regarded us as reporters.

Sure enough, in the casual chat, the old man told us that although their Xiling Village is closed, some people often say that reporters come here to interview, and even say that there are senior officials of the Cultural Bureau who come here to visit historical sites.

I deliberately asked the old man why there were so few people in Xiling Village, and the old man sighed and said: "Young man, you are from the city, and the scenery here is very good, but how do you understand that the people here are really poor!" You like the green mountains and green waters here, but the people here are all jealous that you live in a clean and beautiful city! ”

Admittedly, he was telling the truth. The scenery in the eyes of tourists is often the place that the locals are tired of. The old man took a cigarette from me, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Alas, the people in the village, they don't want to come back when they go out." Even Ling Shuangxi, the patriarch of our Xiling Village, went to watch the door for some boss. ”

Shi Mengya let out an 'ah' in surprise, and I immediately made a gesture to silence me. Fortunately, the old man didn't notice my small movements, and after Shi Mengya, Su Xue and the dead dog saw my gesture, they immediately understood it and stopped making a sound.

I deliberately asked, "Uncle, do you still have a patriarch in the village?" Hehe, the person who can be the patriarch should be the most respected in the village, right? ”

The old man's expression was obviously a little more respectful, and he said with a smile: "Who said it wasn't?" Our patriarch Ling Shuangxi, although he was not the oldest in the village, at that time, everyone admired him. Whoever has anything in the family has to ask the patriarch to mediate. ”

I immediately gave a thumbs up, boss, you looked at me, and said even more proudly: "The thing I admire most about the patriarch is that he took in an eldest sister who was exiled to our village back then. Later, the eldest sister didn't know if she took the wrong medicine, but she didn't know who she hooked up with, and she gave birth to a son before she got married. ”

Things went so smoothly, I was worried that if I asked about Zhang Ziming's life experience, it would arouse the vigilance and disgust of the people in this village, after all, in many places in the countryside, which village has an affair, it is a disgraceful thing that everyone taboos to mention.

Because the old man admired the village chief, he actually took the initiative to talk about Zhang Ziming and his mother, which was exactly what I wanted. I saw that the cigarette in the old man's hand was almost gone, so I quickly handed another cigarette and stuffed most of my remaining half of the pack of cigarettes into his hand.

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