City people hold funerals in an elegant and reserved manner, so many rural people feel that city people are impersonal. But funerals in rural areas are different, and they emphasize liveliness and grandeur.

We need to invite people like Zhu Baogen to collect the body, more than a dozen monks and Taoist priests to perform rituals, and Master Zaku to make paper houses, daily necessities and even mobile phones, color TVs, cars and other means of transportation, shrouds and coffins.

It was prepared early.

However, the Xu family's funeral was a bit too lively.

The old lady died strangely, and her body could not be moved around. According to custom, she had to quickly put on her shroud and move it from the floor to the coffin board so that relatives and friends who came to pay their respects could pay their respects and kowtow.

Zhu Baogen was worried about how to protect the scene and how to delay the time. After hearing the news, local monks and Taoist priests came and started to demolish the mourning hall that Yang Er had finally arranged.

"Li San, I'm leaving my words here. If you dare to take action, see how I deal with you!"

"Yang Er, others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid! There are rules in business, and you must follow the rules when doing business. We have never gone to Linghai to perform rituals. What's the point of you coming to Dongqi to steal our business?"

"We are not robbing you of your business. Boss Xu is a relative of mine, and it is my aunt who died. It is none of your business to hold funerals at our own home!"

"Is Boss Xu a relative of yours?" Li San, the leader of the local funeral team, was doubtful.

Yang Er stood in front of the mourning hall, with his hands on his hips and said plausibly: "The old lady is my cousin's mother-in-law's cousin. If you don't believe me, you can ask Boss Xu!"

"Your cousin's mother-in-law's cousin, what kind of relative is this?"

"Distant relatives are also relatives!"

Organizing a funeral turned out to be a conflict.

The eldest son of the Xu family was made to laugh and cry. He quickly smoked and smoothed things over: "Boss Yang, Boss Li, have a cigarette to calm down, and talk to you if you have anything to say."

The fake monk from Linghai came to Dongqi to grab business. Li Sanyue wanted to get more angry, so he pulled the Xu family boss and said angrily: "Boss Xu, you are doing big business in Donghai to make a lot of money, and you don't know the rules of your hometown. Bai from Lian'an

The work can only be done by us, let alone people from Linghai like Yang Er, and even monks from several other villages cannot do it."

"Is there still such a rule?" The boss of the Xu family heard this for the first time and felt that these fake monks and Taoist priests were like a gangster.

"If you don't believe me, ask the village cadres!" Li San pointed at the fake monks and Taoist priests under Yang Er and warned: "You all stop, tell me where to go and back! As long as I am here, this situation will

You will definitely not be able to do the ritual!"

Yang Er was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Li San sideways and roared: "How dare you! Li San, others don't know that I know best. You haven't graduated from elementary school, you can't read all the Chinese characters, and you can't read the scriptures."

, you’re almost like a liar, you still do things for others?”

"It's none of your business that I recite my scriptures!"

"The person who died was my old aunt, so why is it none of my business? If you, a fake monk like you who can't even recite sutras, are asked to do things, my old aunt will definitely die in peace!"

"You bitch, believe it or not, I will beat you to death."

"Come on, who is afraid of whom? It's the grandson who doesn't dare to take action!"

Yang Er was very aggressive and aggressive when he was young, and was notoriously difficult to deal with.

Li San really didn't dare to fight with him, so he simply took out his mobile phone and looked for the number, gritting his teeth and said: "Just wait for me, I will call Commissioner Zhou and Director Yang to come and see Commissioner Zhou and Director Yang

What do you say when you’re here!”

The boss of the Xu family had a big head. He walked up to a village cadre and asked: "Secretary Guan, what does Comrade Zhou do?"

The village cadres were not here to mediate the dispute, but to express condolences to the old lady. Seeing that neither party was easy to mess with, they simply pulled the Xu family boss aside and explained with a wry smile: "Commissioner Zhou is the town's United Front Committee member

, all nationalities and religions are under the control of Commissioner Zhou. Director Yang is the director of the Civil Affairs Office of our town and also has the authority to manage funerals."

"What should we do now?"

"We can only wait until the town cadres arrive. Boss Xu, your family is also true. It's not like we don't have monks and Taoists here. How did you come up with the idea of ​​inviting monks and Taoists from Linghai?"

"How could I understand this? It was all done by my second son."

…

The quarrel between the Linghai funeral team and the local funeral team became more and more fierce. They even rolled up their sleeves and picked up the benches to prepare for action. Fortunately, at a glance, it was clear that they were just pretending and should not dare to take action.

There were more and more people watching the excitement, and even people from teams five and six came running over.

It's really embarrassing to have a funeral like this.

The eldest son of the Xu family was wondering what to do when a piercing siren sounded in the distance. When he turned around, he saw a police van speeding towards him with its lights flashing.

"Who called the police? Who called 110?" the Xu family boss asked subconsciously.

"I didn't call," a relative with a cell phone said quickly.

The village cadre looked at Yang Er and others in front of the mourning hall and murmured: "Did they beat you?"

A relative nodded: "It's possible."

While they were discussing, the police car drove to the side of the road.

The side door of the police van opened with a clang from the inside, and two policemen and three auxiliary police officers got out of the car and came straight over.

The local funeral team directly believed that the town cadres asked the police station to come and support them. Li Er and other fake monks and Taoist priests immediately came forward and hurriedly filed a complaint against Yang Er and others.

Yang Er was startled, and the first thing he thought of was to find Lao Zhu.

What surprised Li Er and other local fake monks and Taoist priests was that the policeman leading the team pushed them away: "What nonsense? These things you are talking about are not our responsibility!"

"Comrade Public Security, why aren't we under your control?"

"Where's all this nonsense? Get out of my way and don't hinder us from carrying out our official duties!"

Deputy Director Jiang of the Xinghe Police Station was not in the mood to care about their bad affairs. He walked to the front of the mourning hall and said, "We are from the Xinghe Police Station. Who is the head of the household?"

The eldest son of the Xu family was confused and hurriedly approached him and said, "Comrade Public Security, this is my brother's house, and my brother is the head of the household."

"The deceased is your mother?"

"Yes, Comrade Public Security, what happened to my mother?"

"Where is your mother's body?"

"In the main room."

"Where's your brother?"

"I went to report my uncle's funeral. I'll be back soon."

Jiang Suo glanced at the main room, then looked back at Li San, Yang Er and others: "Listen here, you guys, if you have conflicts and disputes, go to the competent authorities to resolve them. Don't talk nonsense here. If anyone makes a fuss again,

They are just looking for quarrels and provoking trouble, so don’t blame me for being rude to you when the time comes!"

Facts have proved that the public security has a deterrent effect that other departments do not have. Jiang Suo's warning made Li San, Yang Er and others dare not say anything anymore.

"Boss Xu, come here."

"Oh, here it comes."

"Besides you, who else is in the family?"

"My wife, my siblings, my son and my nephew."

"Call them over here, I need to find out something from you."

"What do you know?"

"You call them over first."

"OK."

"Xiao Zhang, you are responsible for making inquiries. Lao Chen, you guys protect the scene and maintain order. No one is allowed to enter the house without permission!"

"yes!"

Jiang Suo arranged everything, looked at the crowd being driven away by his subordinates, thought about it and asked again: "Is Master Zhu here? Is Master Zhu Baogen here?"

Zhu Baogen, who originally planned to "retire after success," hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked over and said, "Here, I am."

The criminal police and the forensic doctor were on their way here. Jiang Suo knew very well the importance of protecting the scene, especially the body of the deceased. He only stood by the door and glanced at the old lady's body covered with white cloth, but did not go in.

He looked around again, invited Lao Zhu to the alley between the building and the kitchen, took out a cigarette and handed one to him, and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhu, what's going on with the old lady?"

"It doesn't look like he died of illness, and what the owner said is very strange."

"How weird is that?"

"The host said that the old lady died of illness in bed. After finding out in the morning, they moved the old lady from the bed in the west room to the floor of the main room. But when I was helping the old lady take off her clothes, I found that the old lady had been soaked in the water.

.If you don’t pay attention to the old lady’s feet, you really can’t tell that she has been soaked in water.”

"Why can't you see it?" Jiang Suo asked curiously.

Lao Zhu looked at the entrance of the alley and whispered: "Dry the water on your body, and there is no water on your feet, but the dead skin on your heels is soaked and rotten. It won't be dry for a while. It can be scraped off with a gentle scrape."

"

After Jiang Suo washes her feet, she also likes to scrape the dead skin off her feet. Sometimes she can remove a lot of it.

After hearing what Lao Zhu said, he realized that the cause of the old lady's death was indeed very strange. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "Master Zhu, are there any bruises or other injuries on the old lady's body?"

"No."

"Do you wonder how the old lady died?"

"It looks like someone was electrocuted."
To be continued...