The sound of shouting outside pulled Zhang Fan back from his beautiful fantasy.
"What happened?"
Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, then closed the Ligui frame, put on his clothes, and walked out of the house.
At this time, the pale Ma Xiuqin also walked out of the back room.
"Xiaofan, what happened outside?"
Ma Xiuqin's mental state improved slightly and she asked Zhang Fan doubtfully.
"I don't know. Auntie, please wait at home while I go out to check the situation!"
Zhang Fan thought for a while, left a word, and rushed out at a trot.
"Then you have to pay attention to your safety!"
Ma Xiuqin hurriedly warned.
"Okay, thank you for your concern, auntie!"
Zhang Fan responded without looking back.
When he came to the street, Zhang Fan found that many people had gathered outside, most of them were strong men.
"what's going on?"
An old man with a stooped figure, holding a black cane in his left hand and a long black cigarette stick in his right hand, stopped the gongs and drums player.
"Village chief, something big happened!"
The person playing the gongs and drums was a thin, middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his two front teeth were clearly exposed. At first glance, he looked like a big rat. At this moment, his face was full of fear and anxiety.
"Zhao San, what happened!
The village chief opened his eyes instantly and asked.
"In the lake in the back mountain...in the back mountain...there are people dead!"
The man called Zhao San replied in a broken voice while panting.
"What did you say?!"
The black crutch in the village chief's hand fell off with a clatter, and he almost fell down.
"What's going on?! You kid, tell me quickly!!"
As soon as the village chief heard about the death, he became anxious.
The death of someone within the village under his jurisdiction is not a trivial matter, and he, the village chief, may not be able to continue his duties.
"This morning, a young man who went up the mountain to cut firewood saw a body floating in the lake in the back mountain!"
"The corpse was particularly terrifying. There were wounds all over the body, and it was bloody and bloody!"
"According to the young man hiding in the distance and observing, he found that the clothes on the body looked a bit like..."
When Zhao San said this, his voice suddenly stopped and he did not dare to continue talking.
"What's it like? Hurry up and say it!"
Seeing Zhao San playing riddles, the village chief's temper suddenly rose, and he raised his hand and slapped Zhao San on the head.
"Kind of like what your son is wearing!"
Zhao San was a little short of words, swallowed and whispered.
"Zhao San, you bastard, what are you talking about?"
When the village chief heard this, he became furious. How could anyone here dare to curse his son to death as soon as he comes up?
This is simply treason!
This Zhao San is really tired of living!
"You fart!"
The village chief roared angrily.
"I also heard what others said."
The expression on Zhao San's face was uglier than crying in mourning.
"My son has always been at home and has not gone anywhere. At this time, he is still sleeping at home. Zhao San, do you dare to curse my son to death? Do you not want to live anymore? Yes, your family wants to rent a river pond this year. No need to discuss it! I will never sign it for you!"
The village chief was furious, with anger burning in his eyes.
"No, no, village chief! If you don't rent a river pond to us, our whole family will have to drink from the northwest wind this year!"
Upon hearing the village chief's words, Zhao San was so frightened that he almost cried. His legs went soft and he knelt down.
"It's too late! It's useless for you to kneel down!"
The village chief sneered.
But before he could finish his sentence, a disheveled woman with a pretty face ran over in a hurry.
"Dad, it's bad! Zhigang is missing!"
The woman ran to the village chief and shouted anxiously.
"What?!"
The village chief looked up suddenly.
"When I woke up this morning, I didn't see Zhigang. I didn't know where he had gone. I saw that his shoes were still in the house. At first I thought he had gone to the toilet, but now that I got up, I searched everywhere. There was no sign of him in the whole house!”
"He seems... missing!"
This woman is the village chief's daughter-in-law.
After listening to his daughter-in-law's words, the village chief thought of what Zhao San had just said, and an ominous premonition gradually arose in his heart.
Is it possible that the corpse in Houshan Lake is really...
"Hurry!! Go to the back mountain——!!"
Thinking of this, the village chief exclaimed, rolling and crawling towards the back mountain.
The villagers who were called out by Zhao San all looked at each other in shock when they saw this, and then hurriedly followed.
Zhang Fan, who was squeezed in the crowd, witnessed with his own eyes the conversation between Zhao San and the village chief. Doubts arose in his heart. After hesitation, he decided that it would be better to follow him and have a look.
He also wanted to understand what was going on.
.......
Following a group of villagers, Zhang Fan quickly arrived at the back mountain.
The terrain of the back mountain is steep, and the mountain is covered by trees, showing an arc-shaped valley shape, like a cover falling from the sky.
In the center of the valley is a dark, bottomless lake.
The lake is green all over, and the water surface is slightly clear, but the further you go down, the more turbid it becomes, as if the bottom of the lake is covered with silt.
The lake is surrounded by pebbles of different shapes, which sparkle under the sunlight and look quite beautiful.
But at this moment, not far from the lake, a bloody corpse covered by a white cloth was lying upright under the shade of a tree.
Five meters away from the corpse, there were villagers from Zhangjia Village standing.
"Zhigang——"
The village chief knelt beside the corpse, trembling all over and crying.
The body was really his son.
Originally, he was still lucky, thinking that the corpse would not be his son, but when he came to the back mountain and saw the clothes and appearance of the corpse, he was completely sure that the dead man was exactly the same. That's right, it's his son.
"What the hell happened, wuwu~"
"Zhigang, why did you just leave like this? How can I live without dad?"
The village chief howled and crawled on his son's body, crying hysterically.
The greatest sorrow in the world is when a white-haired person gives away a black-haired person.
"Alas! Zhigang died here! He obviously has a bright future. In just one year, he will definitely be the next village chief. You know, having two village chiefs from the same family, how amazing this is Ah! Who would have thought that he would die here so cowardly!"
Among the villagers watching the excitement, some felt sorry for Zhigang's death.
"Who says it's not? Do you think it's a vendetta?"
"Probably not. Zhigang is well-known for his popularity in the village!"
"Forget it, don't make random suspicions. We have already called the police. The police will arrive soon!"
The villagers were talking a lot, chatting with each other.
Zhang Fan, who was in the crowd, looked at the body of the village chief's son, and an indescribable feeling gradually rose in his heart.
It seems that this is not a simple death incident, because he has been exposed to several evil spirits, and the special cold feeling of evil ghosts makes him particularly sensitive to all kinds of supernatural beings.
Today was no exception. Even though he was far away from the corpse, he could still faintly detect a biting coldness that was spreading.
There was definitely something odd about Zhigang's death.
As for what it is, Zhang Fan still doesn't know. Maybe all this will have to wait until the police arrive to understand.
...
Time passed little by little, about thirty minutes passed.
The police finally arrived.
After the police arrived at the scene, they immediately sealed off the entire scene of the death and clearly told the villagers not to get close. After doing this, the police only left two plainclothes policemen to continue to understand the situation and investigate clues. , as for the other police officers, they took Zhigang's body away and went to the forensic doctor for autopsy.
The process was quick, finishing in just over an hour.
Because of the clear warning from the police, the villagers finally had no choice but to go home.
But just as they were about to go down the mountain, suddenly a dark-skinned young man stood up with a loud shout.
"Uncle policeman, I have something to report to you!"
As this person emerged, the two plainclothes policemen who were originally investigating the crime scene also cast their eyes on him.
"What? Do you have any clues to provide?"
A policeman in a black vest, who looked to be in his thirties and had a crew cut, asked suspiciously.
"Have you noticed something?"
The dark-skinned young man suddenly asked.
"Liu Kun, what exactly do you want to say?"
A villager asked in confusion.
"Before this person came, our Zhangjia Village had always been peaceful. Not even cats and dogs died. Why did people start dying here as soon as this person came? And the one who died was the village chief's son!"
The young man named Liu Kun pointed at Zhang Fan standing in the crowd and said loudly.
"Look, this man is not from our village. He just came to our village yesterday. He came here overnight, and someone died here. Don't you think it's strange?"
Liu Kun continued to speak loudly.
"That's really the truth, it's a bit strange!"
When all the villagers heard this, they all reacted, and their eyes on Zhang Fan became unkind.
The most emotional person among them was the village chief.
After all, it was his son who died.
"It must be you! It was you who killed my son! I want you to pay with your life!"
The village elder burst into tears, cursed and stepped forward to grab Zhang Fan's clothes.
