Uncle Zhong is Lin Zhong, the old servant of the Lin family, that Ye Feng was in charge of receiving them when they first arrived at Tingtao Villa, and it is said that he has been following the old owner Lin Suifeng as a scholar since he was a child, and has served the old servant of the Lin family for two generations and decades.

No one knows the details of the Lin family better than him, Ye Feng thought.

Hearing that Ye Feng and his party wanted to see Lin Zhong, although Lin Shoucheng looked a little surprised, he still agreed and personally took them to the hut where Lin Zhong lived.

Lin Zhong has been in the Lin family for a long time, and his identity is obviously different from that of ordinary servants, unlike ordinary servants who live in the North Courtyard. The house he lived in was at the back of the villa, relatively secluded, and with a small yard.

But Lin Zhong was not there.

The Zhuang Ding reported that Lin Zhong was not seen anywhere in the village. Lin Shoucheng thought about it carefully, as if he hadn't seen this loyal old servant for two days. Where can he go?

Ye Feng squinted at the look on Lin Shoucheng's face, it didn't seem like his anxiety was pretending, he should have grown up under Lin Zhong's care, and it could be seen that there was also a lot of affection between him and this old servant.

With no clues, everyone began to search Lin Zhong's hut.

This Lin Zhong has been in the Lin family for many years, but it seems that life is very simple, except for simple tables, chairs and hard beds in the house, there are no superfluous furnishings. Except for a few sets of clothes made of poor quality materials, he was almost completely worthless.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and shook the folded futon on the bed, raising a puff of dust, as if no one had slept for a long time. He felt a strange feeling in his heart, frowning, and feeling ominous.

Suddenly, a searching farmer came to report that the soil in the yard in front of the house seemed to have been dug up. Everyone hurried to the courtyard, and sure enough, they found that the soil on the ground was different from the old and new, and it should have been turned over recently.

Lin Shoucheng commanded Zhuang Ding to dig in a place with a relatively new soil color, and when he didn't dig much, he really found something. A rotting stench wafted out and filled the yard, and everyone covered their noses. It was a corpse that had begun to decompose, and judging by the style of clothing on it, it should have been a male corpse.

As the soil was gradually cleared, gray hair and beard were revealed, and the contours of the face were clear, and all the surrounding Zhuang Ding recognized it, and shouted in shock: "Uncle Zhong!"

Ye Feng was taken aback, and when he looked closely, although the outlines were similar, his face had begun to rot, and his facial features were still difficult to distinguish. At this time, there was an uproar all around, and in his eagerness, he shouted and suppressed everyone: "Is it really Zhongbo?!"

"It's really him. It was Lin Shoucheng who spoke, with deep grief in his voice, "My grandfather has an extreme personality, and he is especially strict with his subordinates. ”

Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, it was so.

Then this is really the corpse of Zhongbo. When Ye Feng was about to ask him to understand the situation, he who knew the most secrets was actually killed, and he was buried in the courtyard, who was the murderer? What kind of secret did this sleeping Zhongbo take away?

"Let me come!" At this time, Cheng Nianzhen stood up, "Let me examine the corpse." ”

Everyone was stunned, and Ye Feng asked, "Miss Cheng is good at medical skills, and she can even conduct autopsies?"

Cheng Nianzhen gave him a blank look: "The basis of learning medical skills is to learn the human body and internal organs, and I have been dissecting corpses since I was ten years old." ”

Everyone smacked their tongues for a while, and Fat Zhang couldn't help muttering: "My mother, what kind of woman is this?"

Cheng Nianzhen seemed to hear it, his face changed, and he suddenly said, "However, I need someone to give me a hand and help." ”

Lin Shoucheng nodded: "But according to the girl's wishes." I wonder who the girl wants to help?"

Cheng Nianzhen turned around and stretched out his hand: "Him!"

She was referring to Zhang Idiot and Zhang Fat.

The fat man's face turned white with fright, his eyes widened, and he waved his chubby white hands again and again, and even his voice changed: "No, no, no, I, I won't ......"

Cheng Nianzhen showed a sneering smile: "You're just a helper, I will." ”

Lin Shoucheng said in a deep voice: "Since I have promised Miss Cheng, I think it is better to ask Brother Zhang to work hard to find out the cause of Uncle Zhong's death as soon as possible, so as to catch the murderer and bring him to justice." ”

Zhang Fatzi's head shook like a rattle, but he didn't do it. Just kidding, let him, a son who has been pampered for many years, dissect the rotting corpse? I feel sick to the thought of vomiting.

But I couldn't stand everyone's persuasion, the two righteous brothers were even more kind to say, soft grinding and hard bubbles, and what was even worse was that I didn't know how to offend this jade-faced pretty rakshasa, no, this aunt was extremely resolute to have his help, and in the end, our fat son was almost crying and was put into the hut where Lin Zhong lived.

Lin Shoucheng instructed the two Zhuang Ding to carry Lin Zhong's body into the house, and Cheng Nianzhen walked into the house with a cold face. She turned around and closed the door, and at the moment when the door was closed, there was a heart-rending cry of despair, and everyone's hearts seemed to be pulled.

Everyone waited quietly outside the house, no one spoke, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and even the sound of crying and vomiting that the fat man in the house could hear at the beginning was gone. Time passed silently until the door opened.

When the door opened, the first thing that came out was Cheng Nianzhen, who had a calm face, wiping her hands as she walked, and she couldn't tell what she had just done. She was followed by a fat man with a pale face and dull eyes, Xie Zhenliang hurriedly caught up with him and held him, only to find that he had a piece of ginger between his lips.

Cheng Nianzhen walked straight to Lin Shoucheng and Ye Feng, and said calmly as usual: "The inspection is over." ”

Ye Feng asked with concern, "How is it?"

Cheng Nianzhen said: "The deceased was an old man who did not understand martial arts, and the cause of death was that he was quickly hit with a heavy hand by a person who had practiced martial arts without defense, and he died very quickly and without any pain." ”

Lin Shoucheng was a little skeptical: "Just by a decomposing corpse, can you see that he died defenseless and without pain?"

Cheng Nianzhen looked at him helplessly: "Because although the corpse is a little decomposed, according to the muscle lines of his face, he still keeps smiling." ”

Everyone suddenly realized that only when a person is defenseless and dies too quickly will he maintain the smiling expression before his death. But the thought of a decomposing corpse still smiling makes people shudder.

"There's one more thing you might find even more incredible. Cheng Nianzhen stared at Lin Shoucheng, seeing that he felt a little furious in his heart, "Judging from the condition of the corpse, this person has been dead for more than half a month!"

Everyone present was shocked. If this person was really Lin Zhong, according to this statement, he would have died half a month ago. However, Ye Feng and his entourage only went to Tingtao Villa for a few days, during which he was responsible for arranging life and living, even up and down the village, and even the owner Lin Shoucheng, he could see the busy figure of Zhongbo every day, and he did not disappear until the day before yesterday. If Uncle Zhong died half a month ago and was buried here, then who is the person who gets along with everyone day and night?

Is it really...... Ghosts?!

Someone screamed, and everyone fled in a panic and left the courtyard. Lin Shoucheng didn't have a clue, and after ordering the two bold Zhuang Ding to rebury Lin Zhong's body, he also left.

On the way back, Ye Feng frowned, thinking about this strange thing repeatedly. Lin Zhong's disappearance, the body of the dead half moon, is really getting more and more chaotic.

Behind him was Xie Zhenliang, who was supporting Zhang Fatzi, who was calling Zhang's name all the way, but Zhang Fatzi had been stupid since he came out of the hut, stumbling and walking, and he didn't agree.

It wasn't until he was helped into Zhang Fatzi's room that Zhang Fatzi's dull eyes suddenly rolled. He turned his head to see that there was no one else around, and suddenly closed the door.

His actions startled the two righteous brothers, and they called his name repeatedly: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Fatzi waved his hand impatiently: "Screaming, screaming, this way is like a soul, and it's okay to be called something." At the cottage, the mileage girl let me smell the hot vinegar and sliced ginger and it was fine. ”

The two of them were even more strange: "Then what do you look like this for?"

Zhang Fatzi smiled mysteriously, and took out a stack of square silk from his arms, which could be vaguely seen to be densely written with words. He handed the silk book to Ye Feng: "This was found on the sole of the shoe when the corpse was examined." ”

Xie Zhenliang hurriedly covered his nose: "I said that there is a smell all the way to you, it turns out that it is not only the smell of corpses, but also the smell of feet." ”

Zhang Fatzi glanced at him, turned his head to Ye Feng and said, "Miss Cheng asked me to hand it over to you, saying that it must be a very important matter." She said, "Only by doing this, others won't suspect that we found something from the corpse." ”

Ye Feng took the silk book, and secretly admired Cheng Nian's carefulness and intelligence. At the same time, he faintly felt in his heart that the truth of everything, maybe the silk book in his hand was the real key.