Jiang Cheng raised the corpse's hand. There was a significant temperature difference between this hand and his, but that was not what Jiang Cheng cared about. He rubbed it gently with his fingers, a hint of weirdness in his eyes.
Tang Qisheng reacted quickly and asked, "Brother Jiang, did you discover something?"
Pulling the corpse's hand out, Jiang Cheng looked at the crowd and lowered his voice: "Look at his hands, do you see anything?"
The fat man looked at the calloused backs of his grandpa's hands and couldn't help but feel: "With so many calluses on his hands, he seems to be a miserable man."
In this kind of environment, one person raised his granddaughter. You can imagine how much the old man suffered. The fat man has done many jobs and has been in contact with many such people. He knows the hardship and helplessness of life.
Seeing that the fat man had healed his scar and forgot about the pain, Jiang Cheng gave up and looked at the others. After a while, Shao Tong came out of the doorway. He took the old man's hand, looked behind it, then turned his hand over and looked at the old man. Compared with the calloused back of the hand, the palm of the old man is much softer.
"There is something wrong indeed. This old guy is not a fisherman."
As soon as Shao Tong said this, the fat man was the first to understand. He mustered up the courage to look at the old man's hand. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng explained to him: "For fishermen, pulling the net and shaking the oar are the most basic. When it comes down, a layer of thick calluses will develop on the palms of the hands due to friction, especially the palms, but as you can see, the palms of his hands are very soft."
"The calluses on his hands are on the back of his hands, concentrated on the fist edge and knuckles. A layer of hard calluses has formed."
Jiang Cheng turned over the corpse's hand and asked everyone to look carefully at the position of the back of the hand. Everything was just as he said.
Just listening to what Jiang Cheng said, Fatty noticed a subtle aura. It seemed that the old man who came to him in a dream also had a secret hidden in him. "Is there any explanation for the calluses on the back of my hands?" Recalling what happened last night, the fat man asked cautiously.
"This man is not a fisherman, he is a master of hard work." Zhang Qizheng said suddenly. He was the oldest among the people and had more experience. He pinched several joints of the corpse with his hands, and after a moment he became more and more sure. : "There are also thick calluses on the knees and elbows, so it shouldn't be wrong. This man is a foreign master. He does not cultivate weapons, but specializes in boxing, kicking, and kung fu. Judging from this golden silkworm cocoon, he is probably already quite capable."
It's not surprising that a foreign master appeared in this little-known fishing village. What's strange is that he died here quietly, still as a fisherman.
At this time, Yao, Shun, and Yu squatted down and found a pair of cloth shoes under a broken chair. The cloth shoes were dirty, with mud still stuck to the soles.
There are only two people living in this yard, the grandfather and the woman, so the pair of cloth shoes should undoubtedly belong to the grandfather, but the wet mud on the soles made everyone's hair stand on end. There were also a few broken grasses mixed in the wet mud. It was green and fresh, as if it had been stepped on not long ago.
But looking at grandpa, it's obvious that he has been seriously ill for a long time. Can such a person... really wear shoes and go out for a walk?
In other words, is the guy who can wear these shoes and go out really still a grandpa?
At this moment, there was the sound of blowing and beating outside. The sound was very fast and getting closer. A white-collar team was coming here.
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect that the whole funeral could be so hasty. The person had just died and the body was still warm, but the funeral was carried out directly.
"what's the situation?"
Tang Qisheng couldn't understand. Although there was only one granddaughter at home, it would be no problem to find a few juniors from the village to watch over her.
Jiang Cheng greeted everyone to restore the body to its original state, put his arms back under the quilt, and arranged his limbs neatly. He felt uncomfortable looking at the old man's slightly slit eyes. The fat man closed the old man's eyes, and finally Jiang Cheng covered him with a quilt. The old man's face will then be neatly tucked into corners.
After doing all this, everyone exited the room, pretending that nothing happened, and the sound of knocking had already arrived outside the courtyard door.
Everyone who came in was wearing mourning clothes. Fu Qing and Ah Sheng, whom I met yesterday, were also in the procession. Some were holding white flags, some were carrying copper basins, and some were carrying paper money and incense candles. Xiuling followed at the end, followed by several Someone is helping me.
Without any greetings, the team in mourning clothes walked directly into the room. But after lifting the quilt, the scene in front of him made the fat man dumbfounded. He saw the corpse that had closed its eyes just now with angry eyes and grinning teeth. With a fierce look, his left arm was slightly raised, and his index finger was stretched out, pointing to the side of the room in a stiff posture.
Looking in the direction of the finger, there was a painting hanging in the darker corner of the room. The painting showed an old man sitting on the Taishi chair, and a young woman standing beside the old man.
But the strange thing is that the originally peaceful scene actually revealed a ghostly atmosphere. Everyone quickly discovered the problem. Although the old man in the painting seemed calm, his eyes were full of panic, and the man standing beside him Although the woman was smiling, her smile was chilling.
The old man is my grandfather, and the woman is his granddaughter, Xiuling.
The man in mourning clothes quickly helped grandpa take off his old clothes, then wiped his body with water in the copper basin, and then put on new clothes. This move was quite smooth.
Soon, the group of people carried Grandpa's body out of the house. Jiang Cheng and others used the excuse to send Grandpa off for the last time. It was fate that they met, but they were simply rejected. "It's the village's business. The villagers It’s enough, there’s no point in needing help from outsiders.”
Jiang Cheng stood outside the courtyard gate, watching the funeral procession gradually move away while playing and playing. There was no coffin in sight. They just used a door panel to carry the body, and simply covered it with a white cloth. The ringer team played very hard, which was very impressive. It felt as if this was not a funeral, but a grand celebration. The backs of the people in the team were neat and uniform, and every step was on point.
The fat man winked at Jiang Cheng. At this time, there were still a few villagers left busy in the yard. There were some things that were inconvenient to say. The Jiang Cheng people excused themselves as they were tired and went back to their rooms to rest.
After closing the door, the fat man said nervously: "The road that the funeral procession took is the same road that grandpa took me to last night. I remember it very clearly. That road leads to the entrance of the village."
After a long silence, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "Maybe I didn't mean to harm you last night. He just wanted to tell you something, probably a secret about this village."
"This possibility is very high." Yao Shunyu looked solemn, "And my grandfather's actions just now are obviously reminding us that there may be a mystery in that painting."
Li Bai and others were still dealing with the villagers outside to buy time for the Jiangcheng people. Everyone noticed the painting and hoped to find a chance to find out.
(End of chapter)
