The sound of shouting outside pulled Zhang Fan back from his beautiful fantasy.

"What's wrong?"

When Zhang Fan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then turned off the ghost frame, got dressed, and walked outside the house.

At this time, Ma Xiuqin, who was pale, also walked out of the back room.

"Xiaofan, what's going on outside?"

Ma Xiuqin's mental state was slightly better, and she asked Zhang Fan suspiciously.

"I don't know, Auntie, you wait at home first, I'll go out and see the situation!"

Zhang Fan thought about it, and after leaving a sentence, he trotted out and rushed out.

"Then you have to be safe!"

Ma Xiuqin hurriedly admonished.

"Okay, thank you for your concern!"

Zhang Fan replied without looking back.

When he came to the street, Zhang Fan found that there were many people gathered outside, and most of these people were strong men.

"What happened?"

An elderly man with a black cane in his left hand and a long black cigarette stick in his right hand stopped the man beating the gong and drum.

"Village Chief, something is wrong!"

The person beating the gong and drum was a thin middle-aged man, he had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and his two front teeth were clearly exposed, and he looked like a big mouse at a glance.

"Zhao San, what's going on!

The village chief's eyes widened in an instant and he asked.

"After ...... Back Mountain ..... In the lake behind the mountain...... Dead! ”

The man who was called Zhao San was out of breath, and his voice replied intermittently.

"What did you say?!"

The black crutch in the village chief's hand fell to the ground with a click, and the whole person almost fell.

"What the hell is going on?! You kid hurry up!! ”

As soon as the village chief heard that the dead man was dead, he immediately became anxious.

The death of a person within the confines of the village under his jurisdiction is not a trivial matter, and he will not be able to do it as the village chief.

"This morning, a descendant who went up the mountain to chop firewood saw a corpse floating in the lake in the back mountain!"

"That corpse is particularly terrifying, full of wounds all over its body, and its flesh and blood are blurred!"

"According to the posterior who hid from a distance and observed, he found that the clothes on the corpse were a bit like ......"

Zhao San said this, his voice stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to continue.

"Like what? Hurry up! ”

Seeing Zhao San playing dumb riddles, the village chief's violent temper suddenly rose, and he raised his hand and slapped Zhao San's head.

"Kind of like what your son wears!"

Zhao San was a little lacking in tone, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and whispered.

"Zhao San, you bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

When the village chief heard this, he became angry. How dare anyone curse his son to death as soon as he comes up?

It's a big rebellion!

This Zhao San is really tired!

"You fart!"

The village chief roared.

"I also listen to other people."

The expression on Zhao San's face was more ugly than crying.

"My son has always been at home and hasn't gone anywhere, at this time, he is still sleeping at home, Zhao San, you dare to curse my son to death, don't you want to live, yes, this year, your family wants to rent a river pond This year, you don't have to talk about it! I'm not going to sign it for you! ”

The village chief was angry, and anger burned in his eyes.

"Don't mind, don't, village chief! If you don't rent the river pond to us, our family will have to drink the northwest wind this year! ”

As soon as he heard the village chief's words, Zhao San was almost frightened and cried, and knelt down as soon as his legs were weak.

"It's late! It's useless for you to kneel for me! ”

The village chief sneered.

But before he finished his sentence, a woman with a disheveled dress and a beautiful face ran over in a hurry.

"Dad, no! Zhigang, he's gone! ”

The woman ran up to the village chief and shouted anxiously.

"What?!"

The village chief looked up sharply.

"When I woke up this morning, I didn't see Zhigang, I don't know where he went, I saw that his shoes were still in the house, at first I thought he went to the toilet, but now when I got up, I searched the whole house, and I didn't see him!"

"He's like...... It's gone! ”

This woman is the daughter-in-law of the village chief.

After listening to his daughter-in-law's words, the village chief gradually felt a hint of ominous premonition in his heart when he thought of what Zhao San had just said.

Could it be that the corpse in the Houshan Lake is really .......

"Hurry!! Go to the back mountain——!! ”

Thinking of this, the village chief exclaimed in surprise, and ran in the direction of the back mountain.

The villagers who were shouted out by Zhao San all looked at each other when they saw this, glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed.

Zhang Fan, who was crowded in the crowd, witnessed the conversation between Zhao San and the village chief just now, doubts rose in his heart, and he hesitated, he decided that it was better to follow and have a look.

He also wanted to understand what was going on.

.......

Following a group of villagers, Zhang Fan soon came to the back mountain.

The terrain of the back mountain is steep, and the mountain is shrouded in trees, showing an arc-shaped valley shape, like a cover, covering from the sky.

In the middle of the valley is a dark lake that has no bottom.

The lake is turquoise and the water is slightly clear, but the further down it goes, the more muddy it becomes, as if the lake is covered with silt.

The lake is surrounded by pebbles of various shapes, which shimmer in the sunlight and look quite beautiful.

But at this moment, not far from the lake, a bloody corpse covered by a white cloth was lying upright in the shade of a tree.

Five meters away from the corpse, there were villagers from Zhangjia Village.

"Zhigang—"

The village chief knelt beside the corpse, trembling and crying.

The corpse was really his son.

Originally, he was still holding on to the luck mentality, thinking that this corpse would not be his son, but when he came to the back mountain and saw the clothes and appearance of the corpse, he was completely sure that the dead person was his son.

"What the hell is going on, woo~"

"Zhigang, why did you leave like this, leaving my dad behind, but how can I live!"

The village chief howled and cried hysterically over his son's corpse.

The greatest sorrow in the world is that white-haired people send black-haired people.

"Alas! Zhigang actually died here! His future obviously has a great future, as long as another year passes, the next village chief will definitely be him, you know, a double village head, how great this is! Who would have thought that he would die here like this! “

Looking at the lively villagers, some people feel sorry for Zhigang's death,

"Who's to say it isn't! Do you think it's a vendetta? ”

"Probably not, Zhigang is famous in the village!"

"Forget it, don't be suspicious, we have called the police, and the police will arrive in a while!"

The villagers talked a lot, and you and I chatted one by one.

Zhang Fan, who was in the crowd, looked at the corpse of the village chief's son, and a trace of indescribable feeling gradually rose in his heart.

It seems that this is not a simple ordinary death incident, because he has been in contact with several ghosts, and the special cold feeling of the ghosts haunting him has made him extremely sensitive to all kinds of supernatural spirits.

Today was no exception, even if he was far away from the corpse, he faintly sensed a trace of piercing cold, which was spreading.

There must be something strange about Zhigang's death.

As for what it is, Zhang Fan is still unclear, maybe all this will have to wait for the police to arrive.

......

Little by little, about thirty minutes passed.

The police finally arrived.

After the police went to the scene, they immediately sealed off the entire scene of the dead man, and clearly told the villagers not to approach here, after doing this, the police left only two plainclothes policemen on their side, and continued to understand the clues of the situation, as for the other police, they took Zhigang's body away and went to the forensic doctor to dissect it.

The process was swift and ended in just over an hour.

Because of the clear warning from the police, the villagers finally had to choose to go home.

But just as they were about to descend the mountain, suddenly a dark-skinned young man stood up with a loud shout.

"Uncle policeman, I have something I want to report to you!"

As this person came out, the two plainclothes policemen who were originally investigating the crime scene also cast their eyes.

"What? Do you have any clues to offer? ”

A policeman in a black vest, who looked to be in his thirties and had flat hair, asked suspiciously.

"Have you noticed a thing?"

The dark-skinned young man suddenly asked rhetorically.

"Liu Kun, what do you want to say?"

A villager asked, confused.

"Before this person came, our Zhangjia Village had been calm, and even cats and dogs would not die, why did we start dying here as soon as this person came? And it's the village chief's son who died! ”

This young man named Liu Kun pointed at Zhang Fan, who was standing in the crowd, and said loudly.

"You see, this person is not from our village, he only came to our village yesterday, he came for a night, and we died here, don't you all think it's strange?"

Liu Kun continued to say loudly.

"That's true, it's a little weird!"

When the villagers heard this, they all reacted, and their eyes at Zhang Fan became unkind.

Among them, the more emotional person is the village chief.

After all, it was his son who died.

"It has to be you! You killed my son! I want your life! ”

The village elder burst into tears, and he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Fan's clothes with a scolding attitude.