"impossible!"
Before I could recover from Zhang Hazi's words, Xie Bugui, who had been keeping his head down, stood up and shouted loudly.
I saw him staring at Zhang Hazi, his eyes full of doubts.
Not to mention him, an out-and-out local, even I, an outsider, don’t believe that people in Xiejia Village can kill each other.
But Zhang Hazi said it with such certainty, as if he had already determined that this was what he said.
Zhang Hazi was not eager to argue with Xie Bugui, but looked at me and asked, "Fire out the boss?"
I glanced in the direction of the town and saw no open flames, but the smoke was still there. I'm afraid there are still some sporadic areas that haven't been completely extinguished. Moreover, that row is full of wooden houses, and it is estimated that there are not a few houses affected.
After I told Zhang Hazi what I saw, he just nodded, then got up, walked to the river, found the bamboo stick he had dropped before, knocked on the ground, and walked towards the town step by step. direction.
Xie Bugui and I followed behind, waiting for his explanation.
Not far out, Zhang Hazi spoke up, Ha Tudu, if an outsider came to your village, would you know?
I thought about it and said, I will definitely know.
This is not me bragging and making it sound like I have a lot of information, but this is the reality. After all, in rural areas, transportation is congested, and there are only a few familiar faces all year round. Once an outsider enters the village, the news will soon spread to every household.
I believe anyone who has lived in rural areas should have a deep understanding of this.
Zhang Hazi said, "If this outsider frequently enters and exits most of the villagers' houses over a period of time, do you think this would be strange?"
Hearing this, I finally understood what Zhang Hazi meant, so I nodded and said it. I would definitely feel strange, and it was very likely that Hazi would arrest him as a robber (thief).
Zhang Hazi nodded, and while tapping the ground, he turned his head and asked if he was returning. Did your father tell you that sixty-five years ago, the old bandit Mai came out of your village?
If this kind of trivial matter were placed in other villages, it would definitely not be considered a rare thing, let alone be remembered by others. But this is Xiejia Village, a gathering place for craftsmen who are good at hiding in the dark and manipulating other people's luck. There will never be a thief who has no eyesight to break in.
Even if someone breaks in, it will definitely become a rare thing in Xiejia Village and be passed down.
But Xie Bugui shook his head and said, how could there be robbers in a village like ours? Even if you leave the door open for them to steal, they probably won't have the courage.
Hearing this, Zhang Hazi immediately smiled and said, "So, since no outsider has entered your village, then who carved the mahjong pattern on the beams of the 108 households in your village?"
Zhang Hazi's words were like hitting Xie Bugui's acupuncture points, making him stunned on the spot for a long time, and he could not recover for a long time.
After Zhang Hazi and I had walked a long way, Xie Bugui caught up with him and asked Zhang Hazi, "If you are from our village, which one do you think is the most likely?"
I haven't thought about this question at all, because I think it's a question with an impossible answer. After all, sixty-five years have passed, and the craftsmen who have been to that mysterious place have also been buried. It is impossible for Zhang Hazi to guess who the murderer is with just a few words.
But Zhang Hazi said to Xie Bugui very calmly, you have guessed it yourself, what are you asking me to do?
When I heard this, I was immediately stunned. This problem that seemed unsolvable to me was solved so quickly?
I thought Zhang Hazi was deliberately deceiving Xie Bugui, but I didn't expect that Xie Bugui's face showed an extremely painful look. I thought he had indeed guessed someone, but he just didn't want to believe it.
I asked Zhang Hazi in a low voice who this person was. Zhang Hazi did not speak, but continued to walk forward quietly. No matter how I asked, he did not speak again.
But not far forward, Zhang Hazi suddenly stopped, then looked at me and said, is this the road we ran on yesterday?
I had been following Zhang Hazi just now, looking down and wondering who drew those mahjong patterns, so I didn’t pay much attention to the road. Now that Zhang Hazi asked me this question, I raised my head and looked around, and then I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Just like before when I came out of the river where the funeral procession was, there were no houses in front of me at all. They were all graveyards next to each other. They lined up neatly on both sides, like a team of children welcoming the inspection group.
At first I thought Zhang Hazi had led me the wrong way, but when I walked to the backyard of the burned-out Feng house, which was in the middle of the S, I realized that this was the road we ran on last night. road.
The backyard of Feng's house has been cordoned off. The firefighters urged us to leave quickly and not to stay here too long. They said there were unclean things inside. After burning, poisonous gas would be produced. If you inhale it, you don't know what would happen. disease.
I know that the unclean things they are talking about are the corpses in the coffins. I saw these things last night. There is nothing to make a fuss about.
What's strange to me is that we were clearly running in an alley last night, so how could we be between graves?
When I thought about Zhang Hazi and I hiding under the low wall and behind the stone lion last night, my back felt numb and my feet could not help but move a little faster.
When I turned a corner, I saw traces of someone sitting in front of a grave. I knew without even thinking that that was the place where I felt so happy last night. I thought I was under the wall of a house, but I didn't expect to be sitting right next to the grave!
No wonder Five Hearts Upturned is of no use. My back is pressed against other people’s graves. It would be damned if it works!
Going further, I saw the pair of stone lions - they were made of some stone, they were clearly two lions tied with paper! Placed in front of a large tomb, it looks particularly weird!
Then there was the wall. Before I even got close, I could already clearly see it. It was just a low wall made of a pile of mud randomly mixed together, without even a single brick. The fire truck poured water on it while putting out the fire. The wall was wet and it was obvious at a glance that it was very slippery.
No wonder Feng Weiye didn't catch up to him last night. It turns out that there is really no road here, just a bunch of graves. Moreover, it can be seen from the photos on the grave bags next to the earthen wall that the owners of these grave bags and their coffins are the ones placed in the backyard of Feng's house!
As soon as we were about to climb the wall, we were stopped by the firefighters, who said that they were putting out a fire and there would still be residual fires coming out. It was too dangerous to get close now, so they told us to go another way.
Even if I said that I just wanted to pass by without watching the excitement, I was not allowed. Instead, I was urged to leave quickly with a stern tone.
In the end, it was Zhang Hazi who took action. Seeing that he was blind, the firefighters allowed us to climb over the low wall and enter the town smoothly.
When passing by Feng's house, Zhang Hazi asked me to look inside and see if the two coffins in the middle of the main room were still there.
I don’t know why he asked this. After all, it was a bronze coffin. No matter how big the fire was in the house, it was impossible to burn the bronze coffin. Where else could it be placed if not in the main room?
But when I turned around and looked over, I saw that the ruins of the main hall were actually empty. There were indeed no two bronze coffins!
How is this going?
Could it be that the firefighters moved the coffin in advance to prevent it from being damaged by the burned beams?
Zhang Hazi said, if you look at the clothes of the firefighters, you will know whether they have transported the coffin away.
I took a look as instructed, but other than seeing that their clothes were very neat and orderly, I didn't find anything unusual.
Zhang Hazi said, if they had gone in, then their children would definitely be dirty; if they had touched the two coffins, then their clothes would definitely be stained with black ash. If they were all clean like you said, , do you think they touched those two coffins?
After listening to Zhang Hazi's analysis, I suddenly understood. At the same time, I finally understood that Zhang Hazi's logical thinking is not inherently strong, but good at thinking and connection.
Let me tell you, since they didn't take it away, where did it go?
While I was talking, I took a special look at Xie Bugui and found that except for his frown and a look of pain on his face, he had no extra expression. He didn't seem to want to answer my questions.
Zhang Hazi said that it seemed that this Feng Weiye was another stand-in, and the coffin was transferred to the real Feng Weiye.
After hearing this, I no longer cared whether Xie Bugui had not recovered yet, but patted him and asked, you were the first to come last night, did you see Feng Weiye moving the coffin?
Xie Bugui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head at me and said, as soon as I climbed over the low wall, I saw Feng Weiye standing at the door. There should be no chance to move the coffin.
Our voices were very low when we said these words, for fear that the firefighters would notice us and think that we were related to the fire.
After exiting the alley, Zhang Hazi told me, Ha Tu Tu, when you see the bronze coffin in the future, don’t rush to open the coffin. This time you were lucky enough to meet Lao Xie Bu. If you can’t talk about it next time, you won’t be able to cry. Good luck old.
I nodded, and then made it clear to Zhang Hazi that I remembered. What happened this time scared me quite a bit. Fortunately, Zhang Hazi was smart in the end and we were able to get along well. Otherwise, if it happened again, I would probably have to wipe my neck to stop the sacrifice from happening.
After checking out of the room, Zhang Hazi and I packed our luggage and were loading the car when we saw Xie Bugui coming over and asked Zhang Hazi, "Can you come with me to Xiejia Village?"
I was worried and didn't know how to tell Xie Bugui, and this guy took the initiative to deliver it to my door. It was really a coincidence that my uncle was about to go to bed, so my nephew brought me a pillow.
With Xie Bugui leading the way, this section of the road went very smoothly. In the afternoon, we appeared at the entrance of Xiejia Village - if it hadn't been for the last hour of walking on the mountain road, we would have been earlier. arrive.
I don't know if it was due to the tacit understanding between Zhang Hazi and Xie Bugui. No matter what I asked along the way, they didn't speak. The whole trip was quiet and strange.
After arriving at Xiejia Village, we didn’t stop and walked directly towards Xie Bugui’s home. As soon as we entered the courtyard, I saw someone sitting in the yard and thought he seemed to be in good spirits, but the old man with gray hair on his temples was none other than Xie Bugui. To his father.
Before Xie Bugui could introduce us, when the old man saw me and Zhang Hazi coming in, he suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, pointed at me with a horrified expression, and shouted: You...you...you... You're not dead yet? ----Sure enough, it's you! It's you! !
