Pingtian Village is a small village in Jinshan District, a southern suburb of Shanghai, with no more than 100 villagers, and the main business in the village is farming.

Xiaodi's family usually relies on a few acres of farmland planted by his grandfather and raising some poultry to sell money, and after his parents go out to work, they rarely go home again, and they will send some money back home during the New Year's holidays.

The idle time, coupled with the serious physical injury and always lying in bed, felt that time passed quickly, and before I knew it, most of the month had passed. Under the care of Shen Lao and Xiaodi, my body has recovered well, and I have been able to walk on my own and live like a normal person.

It's just that as I've been vaguely worried about, my body can barely feel the existence of spiritual power, and the Dark Money Technique may have degraded to the most rudimentary state, and even the Demon Binding Technique of Sanqu Qian is almost impossible to use. And in terms of military cultivation, in addition to the fact that the martial arts qi and blood have long disappeared, now even my physical strength has degraded to the point of ordinary people.

Could it be that from now on, Taoist Jiang Ming will disappear, and all that remains is just an ordinary person Jiang Ming?

I stood at the door of Xiaodi's house, looking at the green rice fields in front of me, and my heart fluctuated, not sad or happy. Maybe I'm destined to have a bad fate, from childhood to adulthood, I always encounter all kinds of things, and it seems that there is always an invisible hand in the dark that pushes me forward and makes me involuntarily.

"That's fine, it's not bad to stay in this small village and live quietly for a few years." I thought a little casually.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang. Oh no, something happened! ”

The sound of the flute interrupted my thoughts. When I turned my head, I saw that he was running panting in my direction along the ridge, and I grabbed him: "What's the matter, Xiaodi?" Look at you running in such a hurry. Could it be that you are upsetting grandpa again? ”

He shook his head vigorously, "No, at the other end of the village." Found ...... A dead man was found! I've heard it's scary. The police have already come, there are a lot of people, they are fenced, you can come with me to take a look. ”

Dead person? Homicide case?

Hearing Xiaodi say this, I couldn't help but be a little curious.

This Pingtian Village has beautiful mountains and rivers, and after my observation for about a month, the villagers are also happy with each other, and everyone has a very good relationship with each other, and there are almost no contradictions. It's just a small village of about 100 families. What kind of hatred can take a human life?

So when I heard Xiaodi say this, I wanted to see what was going on, nodded, took him by the hand, and followed him to the other end of the village.

The village was not big in the first place, and it didn't take much time to walk over, and while walking on the ridge, I saw a lot of people in front of me, and the villagers were all clustered together, and some people in police uniforms were maintaining order at the scene.

It seems that Xiaodi is right. Looking at the formation, I'm afraid it's really a homicide.

Walking around the crowd with him, I saw that Shen Lao was actually there. He also saw me and Xiaodi and frowned. walked over and looked at Xiaodi: "Your brother Jiang is not fully healthy, so you just pull him to take you to watch the excitement, you are really ignorant!" ”

Xiaodi should listen to his grandfather very much. Some bowed their heads in embarrassment.

I hurriedly played the round: "Elder Shen, who is out of the way, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a month." It's also panicked to stay in the house all the time, and it's good to go out for a walk. By the way, what's going on here? ”

Xiaodi's grandfather glanced back, and there was a bit of sadness between his eyebrows: "It was the old man Zhao who lived alone in the east of the village who died." His sons and daughters all work in downtown Shanghai, which is not far away. I came back to visit him a few days ago, but I didn't expect to be there today, and I don't know what the situation is. ”

I thought to myself that since the police had come so much, it meant that it must not have been a natural death, and it was obviously a high possibility that he killed or died inexplicably.

Chinese people have always had the habit of watching the excitement, especially in the countryside, and the quality of simplicity and kindness does not conflict with the excitement. So although there were police officers at the scene to maintain order, the villagers still crowded here to see the situation at the scene of the murder.

I saw that Shen Lao didn't object, so I took Xiaodi's hand and leaned inside. Squeezed into the front of the crowd, you can see the situation inside, the police have pulled up a relatively simple encirclement, and the yellow cordon does not allow the villagers to enter.

There was a man in a white coat who looked like a doctor squatting there doing something, and there was a white cloth next to him covering the outline of a human figure, which should be the dead old man Zhao in Shen Lao's mouth.

Xiaodi pouted, looking a little depressed: "Alas, I haven't seen what it looks like, and I don't know if it's scary or not." ”

Looks like this little guy is quite bold!

Since I was seriously injured a month ago, although I have almost lost ninety percent of the strength brought by spiritual power and military cultivation, I am not much different from an ordinary person now. However, in terms of the five senses, they are much more sensitive than they were at the beginning, so I could clearly hear the conversation between the two villagers across the crowd.

"Hey, you said that Old Man Zhao was a very good person, why did he die so inexplicably? It's really a good person who doesn't live long. ”

"So no one can say what this fate is. I heard that Old Man Zhao's death is a bit strange. ”

"You're not talking nonsense, aren't you? With so many policemen, there must be something wrong with Old Man Zhao's death. It's just that I don't know what's going on, who is so desperate and crazy that he actually kills...... In our small Hirata Village, no one has any deep hatred for him. ”

"By the way, I'll tell you something. I listened to the old women who first called the police after discovering Old Man Zhao's body, and they have now been temporarily protected by the police. It is said that the corpse of Old Man Zhao was dry, as if there was no blood! It's not human......"

"Nonsense! What age is this, and you are still so superstitious? ”

"Oh, don't take it seriously, I'll just say that......"

The two old men were chatting in a low voice, but I heard them clearly, and I was a little shocked in my heart.

It stands to reason that the intersection of the supernatural circle and the lives of ordinary people is not too close, and the legends of various demons and monsters circulating among the folk are actually small probability events. But I didn't expect that I was going to live in seclusion in this small village for a year and a half, and I would be able to encounter supernatural things.

Inside the cordon, several policemen were busy coming in and out, and gathered together, as if they were discussing something. After a while, two policemen came in with a stretcher-like object and tried to carry the body wrapped in a white cloth away.

But I could clearly see that the two policemen tried a few times, but they did not lift the body wrapped in a white cloth at all. I was even keenly aware of the look of horror on the face of one of the policemen.

There is a problem with the corpse!

My heart struck me and I thought of this possibility.

Sure enough, what happened next left the villagers a little puzzled. The police did not move the body again, but sent manpower to disperse the onlookers, telling them not to gather around the place again, and moved the cordon forward a little more, alerting the entire area of the house.

"Alas, I said folks, let's all disperse. What's so nice about a dead man? I was everyone's friend when I was alive, and I don't want to scare everyone after I die, right? It's scattered. "A chubby policeman came out and talked to chase people, his face was round, and he looked like the Maitreya Buddha in the temple.

Originally, the people around this place were whispering and making a sound of chirping, and they were reluctant to disperse. But as soon as the chubby, round-faced policeman came out to speak, the villagers who had been surrounding him actually quieted down one by one and stopped making noise. After the other policemen came to persuade them again, they all withdrew. (To be continued.) )