Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 129: Opening

Early the next morning, three male college students' cries for help caught the attention of neighbors.

The villagers tried to break the gate and rushed to the second floor with sticks and scythes, only to find that Shi Derong had lost his breath.

He was soaking wet, and the clothes dripped without wringing.

With feet spread, hands on the ground, he just sat at the door on his side, head slumped in front of his chest,

His face turned purplish red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The corners of his mouth raised to the edge of his earlobe, drawing a strange smile.

The villagers and passengers who came here after hearing the news gathered in the living room on the first floor of Shi Derong's house, discussing a lot.

The village chief Lu Gui asked the villagers to take the three college students who were still in shock to other people's homes to rest.

The village chief's youngest son, Lu Maocai, told everyone that Shi Derong was usually an alcoholic and drunkard. He probably drank too much last night and got himself wet, and then sat outside the door, just pressing him. Breathing, suffocating himself to death.

This statement barely makes sense. After all, the rainstorm is still falling, and communication and traffic are cut off. Even if you want to report the case to the police, it is impossible.

The village chief Lu Gui politely invited the passengers to go back on the grounds of "receiving the corpse for Shi Derong".

After the outsiders were gone, there were only a few older male villagers left in the living room.

Lu Maocai closed the door, and an elderly villager named Lu He glanced at Shi Derong, who was dead and horrified, and said hesitantly, "How many is this? Is it true?" ..”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The village chief Lu Gui changed his face with kindness and kindness, and stared at him and said, "Even if it's a ghost, we can do it!

Mao Cai, you are now taking a few people to dig the canal. "

The villagers said in amazement: "Why? Dig the canal, and the fields are completely flooded?"

"There is no reason, your two acres of rotten fields are more important, or is your life more important?"

The village chief Lu Gui sneered: "Only listen to me, you and you, can you live, or you will die."

The villagers bowed their heads in agreement, not daring to look at Lu Gui.

Lu Maocai took a few people, wearing shovels and carrying hoes, to the farmland, digging the canal that had just been repaired yesterday, and letting the farmland in Qianmo flooded.

As they stood on the road and watched the water flood the fields,

Wearing a black raincoat and covering his face with a cloth, Li Ang was also watching their every move from a distant ridge.

Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: "Strange...why did they flood their fields?"

Li Ang touched his chin and said casually, "It may be because the septic tank upstream of the stream blew up, so they thought about saving resources and not letting the fertilizer flow to outsiders' fields."

These villagers watched for a while on the road, then turned to leave with their hoes on their backs. Chai Cuiqiao couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you follow me?"

"Yes, but not necessary."

Li Ang shook his head, "The 'weirdness' that can shield spiritual consciousness is either due to the unique topography of Dusheng Village,

Or because of this bizarre rain,

Either because of someone or something.

I don't think these villagers really know the real purpose of digging the canals and flooding the fields. Instead of asking them, it is better to find someone who really knows the truth. "

Chai Cui raised her brows and frowned, "You mean, that village chief?"

Li Ang shook his head and did not answer.

There are quite a lot of strange things in Dusheng Village. Before solving the mystery, Li Ang did not plan to take some more radical measures against the villagers, including the village chief.

He watched the villagers leave in the distance, pulled the raincoat on his body, and walked straight into the ravine.

It was raining heavily, the mountains and forests were dark, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the Yangchang Path swayed, as if they were welcoming Li Ang.

There are many tombs buried in this ravine, both new and old. Li Ang glanced around, found the newest tomb, and climbed the hillside.

According to the sign on the tombstone, the owner of this tomb died eleven days ago. It was his death that prompted Lu Maodian to find an intelligence broker and hired Li Ang.

"Offended."

Li Ang said something nonchalantly towards the brand-new tombstone, took out a small shovel, attached ripple energy to it, and smashed the shovel into the concrete floor on the tomb.

A moment later, the tomb was completely disassembled and divided into two.

Li Ang didn't rush, but put a layer of plastic film on himself, covered his sleeves with latex gloves, wrapped his shoes with a large sleeve, and wrapped his forehead and chin with plastic wrap.

This kind of protection is mainly to prevent the highly rotten smell of the corpse from being left on the body and attracting the attention of others——

Once the rotting liquid of the corpse sticks to the skin, the smell will not dissipate for a few days. Li Ang is quite experienced in this.

After getting ready, Li Ang jumped into the tomb and lifted the coffin board on the coffin to reveal the male corpse lying quietly inside.

In ten days, the corpse had been seriously decomposed. Li Ang breathed naturally in the strong corpse odor without changing his face, and even calmly said to Chai Cuiqiao,

"This corpse is badly rotten. If it were fresher, his stomach would be bulging high.

Just insert a needle tube attached to a rubber tube, and put a match on the other end of the rubber tube ~IndoMTL.com~ The decaying gas in the corpse will spurt down the tube, ignited by the match, and form a blue Jet flame.

It's beautiful, it's a pity you didn't see it. "

Chai Cuiqiao was speechless and didn't know what to say, so she just smiled dryly.

Li Ang didn't care about Chai Cuiqiao's silence. He bowed down, took off the skin of the corpse like a glove, and carefully examined every corner of the corpse.

As an ordinary netizen who likes to surf the Internet, it is normal for Li Ang to be proficient in forensic anthropology.

It didn't take Li Ang too long to examine the body. He climbed out of the tomb, hurriedly buried the tomb, and went to the burial site of the deceased in Dusheng Village.

Fortunately, it is located in a remote place, and the folk customs are "simple", so there is not much practice of cremation.

Until evening, Li Ang had checked the remains of all the deceased in Dusheng Village within seven months, except for the cemetery of village teacher Meng Qixi.

Li Ang, who had gained a part of the harvest, did not explain anything to Chai Cuiqiao,

It's getting late, and if I don't go back to the village, people will be suspicious.

Li Ang removed all protective measures, shredded all the plastic wrap, latex gloves, etc., and put them into the torn disposable plastic film clothes.

Compress the pile of garbage to the size of a fist, wrap it in layers of plastic wrap to ensure that no particularly heavy odor leaks, and put it in a raincoat pocket.

As if nothing happened, he returned to Tosei Village.

Not long after he left the ravine, another figure wrapped in a black cloak also appeared in the mountains.

He walked down the hillside and looked at the graves that had been dug up and was hastily buried.