A group of villagers took it upon themselves to collect the body of Lao Li, who died tragically at home. However, when they were preparing to bury him and his wife and daughter together, they discovered that the two bodies were missing.
At this time, everyone was clamoring about this matter.
Except after Ergou brought back the news about Wang Tiezhu and learned that the village chief Zhangjia and Wang Tiezhu were staying together, everyone looked strange for a while, and then continued to discuss where the two corpses went as if nothing had happened.
Not far away from the crowd, a female literary youth stood on the periphery and looked around, but did not move closer.
In fact, she couldn't squeeze in.
At this moment, a villager came out of the village, and the female literary youth quickly grabbed him to ask something.
"Hello, may I ask here..."
Swish——
The villager suddenly put her hand away and took a step back, looking a little frightened.
The female literary youth who was pushed away was stunned.
This kind of thing seemed to have happened on the first day. When something happened in the village yesterday evening, she who lived down the mountain naturally rushed to the scene of the crime as soon as possible to watch.
The result was the same as this time when she was blocked from the outermost edge and couldn't squeeze in. Similarly, when she wanted to grab a villager and ask, she was avoided by the other party's reaction.
In this village, she seems to be the most out of place outsider.
Although in fact, the female literary youth did get lost and ended up in a remote place like Osmanthus Village.
At this time, the villager reacted, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and said awkwardly: "Big sister, you scared me... Well, what can I do for you?"
Upon seeing this, the female literary youth immediately showed a polite smile to resolve the embarrassment.
She pointed at the crowd and asked again: "I saw how many people gathered here, so I wanted to come over and ask, what happened at Uncle Li's house? Do you need my help?"
"No, no, no, no!"
The villagers waved their hands repeatedly: "We can handle these matters ourselves, you don't need to interfere! You don't need to... Well, uncle, I still have some things to do, so I'll go and get busy first."
As they spoke, the villagers stepped back. At the end of the sentence, they turned around and left without waiting for the female literary youth's reply.
After taking two steps, he quickly looked back at her, and then his steps became faster, as if he was avoiding something unlucky and full of the nature of escape.
The female literary youth stood there with an awkward smile.
She watched the villagers' backs disappear with confusion, then turned her head to look in the direction of Lao Li's house, thoughtfully.
A day and a half was enough to see something. Why did these villagers seem to be so afraid of her?
In other words, are you afraid of her character's identity?
In short, everyone disliked seeing her.
But usually, the villagers would bring her whatever she needed without hesitation, so it seems that they were not disgusted with her, but if they were not disgusted with her - some people would give her a very scary look.
For example, in this situation, when she wants to ask something, these people can't avoid her.
The female literary youth thought about it for a long time, but she still hadn't figured out what her role was and what her status was in Osmanthus Village.
At this moment, a voice rushed towards her from the side.
"Is it Miss Zhu?"
The female literary youth turned around and saw a girl wearing coarse linen clothes with disheveled hair. She was dressed quite ordinary on the surface but had a different temperament about her body.
If we were to say where this temperament came from, it might have come from the two villagers who were following her like escorts.
Ordinary village girls don't get this kind of treatment.
Yesterday evening, the female literary youth saw this girl from a distance.
"It's me, who are you?" the female literary youth asked.
"I am from the Wang family branch, just call me cousin." The girl curled her lips and smiled.
"Ms. Biao..." The female Wenqing looked hesitant.
Because the villagers were on guard against her, she still knew little about the situation in Osmanthus Village. Most of the information was obtained by eavesdropping with her equipment.
At present, it is only known that the Wang family belongs to the large landowners of Guihua Village.
This family has a great business. Half of the villagers in Guihua Village work for the Wang family. Over the past decades, their scattered blood has spread everywhere in Guihua Village.
Therefore, except for the direct bloodline, the Wang family actually doesn't care much about the branch people.
Let's just say that Wang Tiezhu, whom the villagers suspected yesterday, is an orphan of a bloodline of the Wang family who doesn't know how far away. It's because they don't care that the villagers dare to explore the other party's murder suspicion.
To put it nicely, Wang Tiezhu is also a young cousin of the Wang family branch.
To put it harshly, it means nothing.
Therefore, the female literary youth in front of me, who came out with two servants, was very confused.
Miss Biao smiled, walked up and whispered, "If you want to know what happened in Osmanthus Village, I can tell you."
When the female literary youth heard this, she was not surprised at all but became a little wary. She also lowered her voice and said: "What do you want?"
The cousin raised her eyebrows at her: "Sleep with me tonight."
Female literary youth: "???"
Did I hear it wrong, or is there something wrong with you?
…
at this time.
The villagers surrounding Lao Li's house suddenly made a noise, and then someone started yelling at something.
"Tie Zhu, is this the person you killed?"
"This kid must have killed me!"
"Lao Li saw his appearance yesterday, so he killed Lao Li today!"
"Please be quiet! Don't talk nonsense before things are clear. Tie Zhu is always with me today!"
"..."
The crowd was noisy for a while, and then they were stopped by an old but energetic voice.
The female literary youth who had just been shocked by her cousin subconsciously raised her head and looked over there, but with her height, she couldn't see what was happening over there except for the huge crowd.
At this time, the cousin took her hand and turned to walk to the other side of the alley.
The female literary youth was startled: "What are you doing?"
The cousin said without looking back: "Don't you want to watch the excitement? I will take you to a good place to watch the excitement."
The two servants followed closely behind.
After the two bypassed a narrow alley, they turned into a courtyard, and then climbed up to the roof by using a wooden ladder beside the wall.
This location is very suitable for overlooking, and you can completely see Lao Li's house.
The female literary youth looked around.
This courtyard is next to the main street, and she seemed to have been to this place last night. The bride seemed to be standing on the wall of a courtyard on this street.
However, the bloody footprints seem to be missing.
The female literary youth retracted her gaze from looking for footprints and continued to look in the direction of Lao Li's house.
I saw a young man standing next to the old village chief with white hair and beard at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing coarse linen clothes similar to those of his cousin. His skin was a little dark, but his face was resolute, his eyes were bright, and there was a trace of nothingness in the corner of his mouth.
With a smile, at first glance he seems to be a young man who is easy to get along with.
But the female literary youth was stunned.
Is this the young man last night who tried to challenge the hatchet monster with a cane, but was kidnapped by the bride as soon as he broke his foot?
That’s right, it’s this person!
This person has a close relationship with the big BOSS!
At this moment, as if her direct gaze was too intense, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked over.
Their eyes met, and the other person gave her a gentle smile.
The female literary youth stumbled on her foot and almost fell off the roof.
