Ye Jingyuan watched the two translators and made sure that there were no problems with the two of them, and the others all rushed to the small playground in the middle of the village.

The small playground was filled with a large crowd of people in a short time, as if I had never seen so many people here in this village, and most of them were old men and old ladies. He was tilting his head and pointing.

In the cold wind of winter, two corpses hung on a flagpole in the small playground, still drifting quietly with the cold wind.

Both bodies were red. Bare. One of them was Fu Shanshan, who was strangled by the neck and hung in the air by something that looked like a trouser belt.

The other was a bloated old man's corpse, which was also red. Bare. Hanging on another strap, the two corpses were not a single strand, floating in the wind on the small playground, although there were so many people present, it still made people feel a chill from the vest.

There has always been this flagpole about a few meters long and a thick bowl on the small playground, but it probably hasn't played any role for a long time, but when I saw this situation, my first feeling was: this is not suicide!

How is it possible for a girl and an old man to climb to the top of a flagpole at least 8-9 meters long without any tools and then hang themselves somewhere?

There were more than 100 people gathered in the small square, most of them old men and old women, and one old man with a three-foot-long beard was asking another old man something. I recognized the one who was questioned: it was the old man from the Shihua Village Welfare Society who sold me wine when I first came here. Kneel and beg for a hundred black! Cliff! Your Excellency

Old Dutou, when did you find these two? What the hell is going on? With two living people hanging on such a big flagpole, you actually said you didn't know? The old man asked in an angry tone.

I listened to other people's discussions: This old man with a three-foot-long beard is the village party secretary of Shihua Village.

But now I don't have time to listen to their nonsense, so I patted Zhang Gui: Let's go! See if there is any help!

Zhang Gui nodded.

The two of us climbed up the pole from two different directions, and after reaching the top, I grabbed the body of the painter's old man, Zhang Gui grabbed Fu Shanshan's body, Zhang Gui was in front and I was behind, Zhang Gui first got the lighter Fu Shanshan, and then I got the body of the painter Zhang Weihua with me.

Theoretically, a body that had been hanged for about 10 minutes might have been saved, but when I touched the bodies of two people, I knew that they would definitely not be saved: the bodies of both men were completely hard.

Elder brother? Zhang Gui looked at me and asked.

Gotta hurry! I looked at Zhang Gui and said.

What are you two doing? The three-foot-long village party secretary looked at our skills and asked puzzledly.

When I arrived at the funeral department, Lao Song sent us a work card to prove that we are specialized corpse collectors, and I showed him the thing and said: We are funeral workers. to collect the corpse.

You're coming too fast, aren't you? The village party secretary asked dumbfounded.

You first notify the nearby police to come and see, we can't issue a death certificate, and the body will be handed over to us.

After finishing speaking, I carried Fu Shanshan's body, and Yang Li and Zhang Gui carried Zhang Weihua. They rushed back to the small hotel.

The bodies that have just died have not completely lost their memory, and it is impossible to revive them now, but at least we can understand the cause of their death!

Why did this happen all of a sudden when we recognized it as Ji Yueqin just now?

Wrapping the two bodies in a quilt, we carried them directly to the room on the second floor.

Gotta hurry! Find Senior Sister Dai and Corpse Heng as well. The two of them are in charge of Fu Shanshan's body, and we are in charge of this old guy!

Senior Sister Dai and Corpse Heng also arrived quickly, and I took out the corpse needle. According to the method of searching for Zhao Shihan's memories before his death for the first time, Zhang Weihua's memories were extracted!

Yuwei, still according to the old method last time: You write the yin book on the side, Zhang Gui and I are responsible for this one, and Senior Sister Dai, you are responsible for the other sentence. They haven't had much time to die! Be sure to be fast!

Although I still don't understand what is going on, Senior Sister Dai still nodded and immediately took out the corpse probe needle and started to operate, and Zhang Gui and I were in charge of Zhang Weihua's body.

The last time I extracted Zhao Shihan's memory, I actually used a formed ghost pupil to let me see the image that Zhao Shihan wanted to convey to me, and this time I wanted to extract Zhang Weihua's memory The method is the same: I first used a corpse probe needle to slowly insert it into the corpse's Tianying acupoint (the inside of both eyes and?). The intersection between the subs, the first section of eye exercises is called rubbing the Tianying acupoint, you always remember, right? ）

After inserting the Tianying acupoint, where the optic nerve of the corpse is most sensitive, the corpse's eyes quickly began to darken, and the pupils began to shrink slowly.

This is actually a part of the corpse that has begun to transform into a corpse, and the eyes of the corpse have gradually transformed into ghost pupils.

This process is very fast because of the freshness of the corpse, but because the corpse is already relatively old on our side, Senior Sister Dai and their side operate Fu Shanshan's corpse much faster than us.

Zhang Heng, it's better for you to receive it. Senior Sister Dai greeted me and said.

I nodded and walked straight over.

The places where the blood vessels and nerves in Fu Shanshan's eyeballs passed through had begun to darken, and the pupils began to expand and shrink irregularly, and I opened my eyes and stared at those eyes.

It's not the first time I've been in contact with the ghost pupil, but I'm still very uncomfortable.

After feeling a dizziness in my brain, I finally saw something.

This method of using ghost pupils to connect the last memories of the dead can only be an emergency method, and the information obtained is also very confusing, mainly the most profound memories of the deceased.

And the first thing I saw was Chu Xiling!

Chu Xiling seemed to be constantly saying something, that mouth was simply spitting, and his ears were full of Chu Xiling's voice, but it was the feeling of being released quickly, and he couldn't hear the content clearly, as if Tang Seng was chanting a scripture.

It seems that Fu Shanshan was indeed tortured a little miserably by Chu Xiling.

After finally passing all the pictures of Chu Xiling, Fu Shanshan sat alone in the room, seemingly in a daze.

At that moment, it seemed that someone had walked into the room.

Wrong! It should be two people!

Neither of them could see the appearance clearly, nor could they see the size clearly, but it was clearly two people.

Then, the two people seemed to be talking to Fu Shanshan, but they couldn't hear what they were talking about, the information was disorganized, and just as I was trying my best to hear clearly, one of the figures suddenly stood up, and it seemed that the child was stuck in the throats of the two people!

Fu Shanshan's memory is broken here!

When I opened my eyes, I felt a little dizzy in my eyes, and I sat on the ground, and the corpse Heng quickly helped me up: What did you see?

I don't know what's going on with you? I turned my head to look at Zhang Gui and asked.

Almost, brother, do you still want to come? Zhang Gui looked at me a little worriedly and asked: It is very draining to connect with the ghost pupil with your own consciousness, can you still stand it?

Fu Shanshan has too few memories, I have to see what this painter has left behind.

Looking at it over there, I looked at Zhang Weihua's eyes again.

Zhang Weihua is an old man, and his memory is even more indifferent, at the beginning it was all about paintings, awards, and the like, and it seems that his attainments in painting are really good.

Then, a figure appeared in front of me.

It was a girl's appearance, but it looked like it was blooming in the fog anyway, and I couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, it seemed to be Fu Shanshan and Ji Yueqin, I couldn't see it clearly anyway.

Then the location changed to a room that I had never seen before, the furnishings in the room looked very simple: just two tables and chairs, and some painting tools or something, the house looked a little low, and I couldn't see any other details, but what I could see clearly was that the shape of the house was a little strange: there were two doors in the front and back of the house, and together there were four doors, and I couldn't see anything behind the doors, but I had never seen a house like this.

On the table in the middle were two people, one of whom was supposed to be Zhang Weihua, who seemed to be teaching another girl to draw.

The picture has always been blurry, but this is Zhang Weihua's clearest memory.

His deepest memory is teaching a girl to draw in an inexplicable place?

And then it seems to be before death.

A girl stood in front of him, and he looked so short for a while that I could see that he was kneeling in front of the girl begging for something.

But I still couldn't hear what was going on, but after listening carefully, I finally vaguely heard a little bit of content: I really like you, I really like you

His voice was very unclear, but it should be the girl's name in the middle of these two sentences, but no matter how you hear it, you can't hear it clearly!

Then, the girl grabbed him by the neck again!

Then, all the images came to an abrupt end.

Everything came back to reality, and I found that I hadn't planted it: Zhang Gui and Liu Yuwei had been supporting me on the side.

I had a terrible headache, and I had a huge amount of information stuffed into my brain, and it got into my brain in this way. For example, this is like the feeling that everyone used a 56K modem to access the Internet in the old days when there was no broadband, but this little bandwidth forced me to stuff a big chunk of garbage data.

A-Heng, what do you see? Liu Yuwei hurriedly asked.

It's a little difficult to explain, I'll rest first, you bring Wang Ruoxuan and Ye Jingyuan first, I have something I want to ask them.