In a mass grave.

Everyone gathered around the wall, and in the middle of the open space lay a dry corpse, whose whole body seemed to have lost all water, like a crumpled towel, and looked as if it had been dead for a long time.

According to the clothes on his body, he could vaguely identify it as Sun Yongjun, and everyone was talking about it next to him.

Zhao Baojun, the village head, was on the phone with a sad face.

This time he was unlucky, and the village he was in charge of didn't know what was going on recently, and all kinds of things happened.

Originally, a bunch of skeletal guns were dug up, and handed over to the state, maybe they could get some benefits.

Moreover, the township is currently selecting outstanding village cadres, and with his usual performance and this major discovery, promotion is already a sure thing, but it turned out to be such a big thing.

Zhao Baojun felt that he had been on a roller coaster for the past few days, with ups and downs, and his heart was a little unbearable.

At this time, there was a death in the village, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly called the police.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Baojun dialed another number, this time to the State Administration of Cultural Heritage.

The boss said that someone had been sent over to check the situation yesterday, but the result has not yet arrived.

Zhao Baojun thought about calling quickly to urge him to clean up this mess, so that he could feel at ease as soon as possible.

Huh? No one answered?

Zhao Baojun heard the sound of "zilazila" coming from the phone, as if something strange was interfering with the phone signal.

But when I called the police just now, the phone was still working!

What's the situation?

Sooner or later, I'll change it for you, it's okay to use the broken phone for seven or eight years, and it's too fucking durable......

Zhao Baojun patted the dilapidated Nokia and scolded in his heart.

What he didn't notice at this time was that the ground under his feet seemed to move......

Just as Zhao Baojun was pondering about changing his mobile phone, Dafu and his father arrived.

They saw a group of people talking about something around them, and they saw the village chief losing his temper at his mobile phone outside the circle, so they walked over.

"What's the matter, village chief, what's wrong?"

"Hey, I don't know what happened to the moth, that old chimney Sun Yongjun didn't know what unclean things he provoked, he was drained, and the death was terrifying, alas, don't talk about it, go and see for yourself......"

"Dead?"

Li Mutou was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly rushed to the crowd, and found that there was a dry corpse lying quietly in the middle!

He recognized it at a glance, the two have been old friends for so many years, Li Mutou is very sure that this is Sun Yongjun.

Looking at the old friends who were still together yesterday, and today they are lying on the ground as a dried corpse, Li Mutou suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

He remembered the time when the two of them went out to work, but in fact, Li Mutou himself was blamed that time.

Because he received the bewitchment of the black intermediary, saying that the salary was high and he was in charge of food and housing, he pulled Sun Yongjun and wanted to go out to make money together.

As a result, I didn't expect to work hard for a year, and in the end, the black-hearted boss ran away with the money and didn't give them a penny.

Li Mutou blamed himself and wanted to die, but Sun Yongjun persuaded him back.

Not only that, Sun Yongjun was quite strong at that time, and there were many times when the food he begged for was eaten on the road, and when Li Mutou was about to hold on, Sun Yongjun distributed the food to himself.

When he finally got home, Sun Yongjun was already hungry.

It can be said that without this old friend, there would be no self who is still alive and kicking now.

Finally, Li Mutou waited for the opportunity to introduce his old friend to a partner, but he had an accident before he could enjoy the happiness.

Thinking of this, Li Mutou felt a heart-wrenching pain.

He trembled and walked up to his old friend, looking at the dry and unshapedly corpse, without a trace of fear, only uncomfortable and reluctant.

Li Mutou took off his coat and covered his old friend, giving him the last trace of dignity.

Suddenly, he noticed a cell phone lying quietly next to him.

Li Mutou picked it up tremblingly and found that there was a missed call on it.

Exactly your own number!

Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, and he finally couldn't help it, and fell to his knees and cried bitterly.

The surrounding villagers also quieted down, they all knew how good the relationship between Li Mutou and Sun Yongjun was, and they knew what happened when they were young.

Because Li Mutou would talk to them about these things whenever he was free, saying that the luckiest thing in his life was to make Sun Yongjun a friend, so they could also understand how painful Li Mutou was in his heart now.

"The cat is crying a mouse, it's not your own father who died, crying so painfully, it's good to pretend!"

At this time, a mocking voice came out of place, and when everyone heard it, a nameless fire broke out in their hearts, and they were about to teach the person who said it a lesson.

As a result, when I looked closely, it was none other than Sun Yongjun's younger brother Sun Yongfa!

"Rely on Aunt Nen!"

Li Mutou stood up and punched Sun Yongfa directly in the obscene face.

Sun Yongfa didn't react for a while, and was knocked to the ground, Li Mutou rushed forward to ride on him, and the two began to scuffle wildly.

The people around were stunned, it was the first time they had seen such a big fire in Li Mu's hair.

He has always shown kindness in the village, and everyone likes him very much, and this is the first time that Li Mutou has lost control.

Everyone hurriedly pulled the two apart, Sun Yongfa spat on a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said viciously:

"Neurotic, it was Lao Tzu's brother who died, Lao Tzu didn't say anything, you cry a fart, my brother is your father?"

When Li Mutou heard that he was about to rush forward again, everyone hurriedly grabbed him, and he scolded angrily:

"You dog, you still know that it was your brother who died? You reacted when you saw your brother die? You are usually idle, and you don't have serious work, isn't your brother always helping you? Or your brother hasn't saved any money until now? Can you marry a daughter-in-law? The lamb still knows how to kneel and breastfeed, you dog thing is not even as good as a beast, and it is an insult to say that you are a dog!"

Sun Yongfa was speechless, and the neighbors around him began to point fingers at him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and his face, which was injured by Li Mutou, turned red and white......

At this time, Daifuku also squeezed into the crowd and found that his father was being pulled by the crowd and looked confused.

Then he was drawn to the dried corpse on the ground, and went over to take a closer look.

"It's really Sun Yongjun, I thought I was wrong last night......"

The crowd fell silent instantly......

Li Mutou stopped struggling, and when Sun Yongfa heard this, his eyes began to roll slightly, as if he was thinking about something......

Seeing that the crowd was quiet, Dafu realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing how to explain.

It's over, after all, I'm still a child, and if I run out at night, I will definitely be scolded by my father.

Daifuku thought so in his heart.

However, this time he thought it was too simple, because this time there was a death, and he was the first witness!

Li Mutou also felt the seriousness of the matter, broke free of the restraints, walked in front of Dafu, and asked with a serious expression:

"Dafu, you tell Dad honestly, why did you come here if you don't sleep at night!"

Daifuku's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what reason to prevaricate......

"Do you need to say this? I look at this situation, my brother is afraid that it was not your Li Mutou's son who killed him, right?"

Sun Yongfa broke away from the person next to him, snorted coldly, and said with a villain look.

"What the are you talking about?"

Li Mutou said that he was going up to beat Sun Yongjun, Sun Yongjun grabbed his hand and pushed it hard, Li Mutou almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Dafu quickly helped him.

"You!"

"What is a child doing in this pit with hundreds of skeletons running alone in the middle of the night?

Daifuku helped his father, his face was pale, but he didn't know how to explain.

Yes, in the eyes of others, he is just a child after all.

"Besides, the first to discover the skeleton and gun buried in this pit were also your father and son!

"It seems to be really, it was Li Mutou who asked us to dig in this place at that time......"

Some of the surrounding villagers have been instigated by Sun Yongfa and began to point fingers at Dafuku father and son......

When Li Mutou heard this, he seemed to be choked by seven inches, and what he was most worried about finally happened, and the villagers still began to suspect that these things had something to do with him and Dafu......

"If that doesn't prove anything, then let me ask you, we all saw you unconscious before, and you couldn't find anything wrong when you were sent to the hospital, so why are you standing here now?!"

"Who of us can know whether Li Dafu, who is standing here now, is a human or a ghost?!"