"No, didn't you notice just now?" Jin Hua, who was sitting face to face, looked at Zhuang Youjie in surprise.
"Ever since your brother said he didn't want to eat, his expression has been abnormal."
Jinhua didn't know the relationship between them, and thought they were the "cousins" mentioned when they entered the village.
Zhuang Youjie said that he was too arrogant.
Just now, he had been immersed in Jinhua's narration of his past, and he didn't pay any attention to the state of Liang Yuanque sitting next to him.
Sometimes I can't blame him for this. Although he has always been very approachable and has no airs of being a young man, after all, he was raised in fine clothes and fine food.
Ever since he was a child, only others have paid attention to him. Of course, there is no one he needs to care about as a young man, so he has naturally developed this habit.
Habits are buried deep in the bones and are difficult to discover on your own.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhuang Youjie realized that he actually had such a side.
Jin Hua kindly came over to help check on Liang Yuanque, "It turns out you guys weren't completely lying. Your brother is really sick."
Jinhua touched Liang Yuanque's face and felt something was wrong, so she quickly put her fingers under his nose to test his breath. After trying it, she screamed,
"It's broken, he can't breathe!"
Zhuang Youjie was so frightened by her voice that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he quickly went to test it too.
At first, he thought that Jinhua felt wrong, after all, Liang Yuanque's breath was very weak when he was unconscious.
But he tried back and forth several times, and it was almost certain that Liang Yuanque was not breathing.
His face suddenly turned an ugly earth color, and he thought about what to do. Liang Yuanque suddenly died. How should he solve the current situation in this foreign land.
Finally, the man outside the cabin poked his head in and gave him an idea, "Let's take him to the clinic first."
The uncle sped up the speed of his men and steered the boat towards the other side of the river quickly.
When they arrived, the uncle helped Liang Yuanque ashore with Zhuang Youjie. The light on the shore was much stronger than in the cabin. They noticed that Liang Yuanque's face was slightly blue.
The uncle immediately ordered Zhuang Youjie to put him on the ground, hold his neck, make a fist with one hand and hit his heart.
Zhuang Youjie was anxious, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
The uncle glared at him, telling him to shut up, and then punched Liang Yuanque again.
This punch finally had an effect. Liang Yuanque's throat trembled, and he breathed out as if he was choking on water, and resumed his breathing.
The uncle still laid him flat on the ground and told Zhuang Youjie not to touch him. When the bruises on his face receded, he opened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Zhuang Youjie and the uncle came up almost at the same time, only to hear Liang Yuanque whisper,
"Thank you, Uncle Heerza."
Zhuang Youjie looked at Mr. Wonton in surprise, "You..."
The uncle ignored him, but approached Liang Yuanque again, "When did you find out?"
Liang Yuanque closed his eyes and did not answer him.
By the time they sent him to the clinic, Liang Yuanque's breathing was basically normal and his face turned rosy, as if he was asleep.
Uncle Wonton, ah no, Uncle Heerza gave Zhuang Youjie a few words, saying that Liang Yuanque's physical condition was very bad, and asked them not to run around and find a hospital to take good care of themselves.
Although Zhuang Youjie nodded in agreement, he knew in his heart that he did not have the ability to become Liang Yuanque's master.
After Uncle Heerza finished his instructions, he left. Jinhua followed Zhuang Youjie to take care of Liang Yuanque.
Surprisingly, Jinhua was very proficient in taking care of people, at least better than Zhuang Youjie. She said this was an early sign before joining the household.
It wasn't until the evening that Liang Yuanque woke up. As soon as he woke up, he complained that he was hungry. The doctor at the clinic brought him a bowl of rice, which he almost wolfed down.
Looking at this energy, there is no way to think that he fell into an apnea shock not long ago.
Liang Yuanque did not choose to rest for a while, and took Zhuang Youjie and Jin Hua on their way out early the next morning.
He asked the doctor to help find a donkey cart and sent them to Kanggou Township. In the village, he found his sister-in-law to take them to the city.
In the city, Liang Yuanque went to the post office and wrote a letter to Wang Ming's friends about everything that happened here and the results of the investigation.
At the same time, he also mailed Wang Ming's box. After all, it was his last relic.
Seeing him writing the letter, Zhuang Youjie remembered the postcard he had received before.
"By the way, why did you send me a postcard then?"
Zhuang Youjie rarely received postcards in his life. He usually received envelopes.
"Because it's cheap."
He originally thought that Liang Yuanque had some special intention, but he never expected that it was this reason.
However, the stingy Liang Yuanque kept his promise and bought a train ticket for Zhuang Youjie, and also bought a ticket for Jinhua to Liucheng.
Zhuang Youjie wrote his home address to Jinhua. Although she was illiterate, she could hold the note and ask for directions on the road.
Jinhua was a very bold woman, not afraid of walking long distances at all, so she said goodbye to them very gracefully and got on the train.
The reason why he didn't go with Jinhua was because Zhuang Youjie planned to go back to school first. After all, most of his luggage was still at school.
The three people were divided into two groups and boarded different trains. For Master Zhuang, this was another torture like punishment.
The train carriage was stuffy and hot, and there were people everywhere you could think of.
There was nothing else to do in the carriage. Almost everyone chose to chat to relieve the boredom of the journey, so the surroundings were still in chaos.
Zhuang Youjie rubbed his temples, feeling like he was going to vomit again.
And Liang Yuanque took out an orange from his bag and handed it to him as if he was doing magic.
"I won't eat it." Zhuang Youjie shook his head and refused.
So Liang Yuanque peeled off the orange peel and ate it, then gave the orange peel to him, "Here, if you feel uncomfortable, just smell it to stop vomiting."
Zhuang Youjie put the orange peel under his nose, and the refreshing aroma penetrated his nasal cavity, which really made him feel better.
Sitting across from them were three middle-aged men, chatting with different accents, and occasionally chatting with Liang Yuanque.
As they chatted, they talked about the strange things in their hometown. One of the eldest brothers said,
"Oh, if you want to talk about evil, there is something evil in my hometown."
Hearing his pretentious look, the others urged him to speak quickly, so the eldest brother lowered his voice and said,
"There is a family over there, and several members of the family have died one after another. They are almost dead!"
Liang Yuanque was originally not interested in their conversation, but when he heard "dead man", he plugged in his ears out of professional instinct.
I just heard the elder brother say, "It is said that these people were killed by ghosts!"
Everyone else started to squeal upon hearing this, "Stop it, whatever evil things are not done by ghosts, it's the same as if you didn't say it."
But Liang Yuanque became interested, "Brother, where did this ghost murder case you mentioned come from?"
