"Brother Xiaobao, isn't Wang Xing buried in our village today? I'm afraid something will happen again, and I think you'll be better here."
Yang Xiaobao thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, then I'll stay here."
"That's great, great." Zhang Shengli said, "I'll take you to rest."
Yang Xiaobao followed Zhang Shengli and walked from the cemetery to the village.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Yang Xiaobao saw a car parked on the side of the road.
At first, Yang Xiaobao didn't care, but when they walked past the car, they saw the car door open and two people walked out of it.
"Isn't this Xiaobao?"
An old man asked immediately when he saw Da Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao stopped and looked at the old man who was talking.
"This... don't you know the director of the county cultural center?" Yang Xiaobao recognized the old man.
The old man smiled, nodded, and said, "It seems you haven't forgotten me."
It turned out that one of the two people who got off the car was the director of the county cultural center.
"Course director, why are you here?"
The director of the county cultural center smiled and pointed to an old man standing beside him, saying, "This is an expert sent by the province, Mr. Ma."
"Ma Xiangrong." The old man stretched out his hand and introduced himself.
Yang Xiaobao shook hands with him quickly.
"Brother Xiaobao, I heard that you discovered the body yesterday?" asked the director of the Cultural Center.
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "Yes, I discovered it."
"We came here to talk about this."
Zhang Shengli, who was standing next to Yang Xiaobao, heard this and said with a smile: "It turns out that it was someone sent from above, so follow me to the village committee."
"Who are you?"
Zhang Shengli immediately introduced himself: "I am the village chief of this village."
"Oh, oh, it turns out it's the village chief, hello."
After shook hands, everyone followed Zhang Shengli to the village committee of Beihe Village.
After sitting down, Ma Xiangrong said straight to the point: "We have verified the things in the sarcophagus, especially the gun. We think it was a gun used by Japanese people in the war at that time."
Hearing Ma Xiangrong's words, Yang Xiaobao and Zhang Shengli looked at each other.
He didn't understand what this meant.
"And there are some other things in the tomb. We have done research. Now it is certain that the corpse should be a Japanese man and a minor."
"Really or false?" Zhang Shengli asked with wide eyes.
Ma Xiangrong nodded: "From what was found in the cemetery, it should be like this."
"And I also checked the information from the county cultural center. At that time, there was indeed a war between Chinese and Japanese people near Beihe Village."
It seems that this war is the war that the rich old man said.
"It's a pity that the Chinese people at that time were few and poor in equipment, and none of them survived the ranks."
When Yang Xiaobao heard this, he nodded and said nothing.
"If a grandson is really killed, it will not be a pity for this row of people to die." said an expert from the provincial capital.
The director of the county cultural center also said at this time: "It's a pity that all the people at that time disappeared, and even a body was not found."
When Yang Xiaobao heard this, he glanced at Zhang Shengli again.
"How is it possible? On the battlefield, aren't there usually corpses everywhere?" Zhang Shengli asked.
"Yes, usually after a war, there will always be some corpses, but after that war, they suddenly disappeared, and then their army went to that place to search, and there was nothing."
"But now that one corpse is found, there may be another corpse." said Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the province.
Yang Xiaobao asked, "Then, what is your purpose in coming here?"
"We just want to find out if we can find some other discoveries."
"Where to find it?" Zhang Shengli asked immediately.
"We want to go to that sarcophagus, can we take a look?" asked Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the provincial capital.
Zhang Shengli looked at Yang Xiaobao, and Yang Xiaobao looked unanimous.
"Then, then okay, then I'll take you to see."
"Xiaobao, you can go with us too."
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Okay, let's go together."
Yang Xiaobao and they returned to the sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus was dug out by Yang Xiaobao and has not been buried yet.
The expert checked carefully and said, "This sarcophagus is actually made of stones, and it takes less than half a day to do it."
"It probably was buried after the war ended." said the director of the county cultural center.
The expert from the provincial capital nodded: "It seems like this, there is a possibility."
"But where are the other dead soldiers?" Zhang Shengli asked curiously.
The director of the county cultural center smiled bitterly and said, "We also have some doubts about this issue."
Yang Xiaobao suddenly thought of someone and said to Zhang Shengli: "Otherwise, if you let Mr. Fugui come, maybe he will think of some things."
"Okay, then you guys watch here first, I'll go find Mr. Fugui."
Zhang Shengli said and ran to the village.
At this moment, Yang Xiaobao heard the sound of suona and firecrackers at the other end of the village.
He knew that Wang Xing was going to be buried.
"Xiaobao, I heard about what happened in Beihe Village." said the director of the Cultural Center, "I didn't expect that three people died in one day."
"It's because of digging this big locust tree." Yang Xiaobao pointed to the tree and said.
"Is this sarcophagus so close to this big locust tree, is it related to it?" asked the director of culture.
"I don't know much about this."
Just as they were chatting, Yang Xiaobao saw Zhang Shengli walking over tremblingly with the rich old man.
They hurriedly met.
"Uncle Fugui, this is an expert from the provincial capital, and this is the director of our county cultural center."
Zhang Shengli introduced to the old man Fugui.
The old man Fugui nodded and said, "Okay, okay, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
"Old man, I want to ask, do you have any impact on the war back then?" asked the director of the county cultural center.
The old man Fugui sighed and said, "I was still young at that time. As the adults hid in the mountains, I don't know what happened below, but it was true that the gunshots kept hearing."
"Then, how long have you been in the mountains?" asked the provincial expert.
"Three or four days, it's been a long time, and I don't remember it."
"Oh? It's been so long."
"Yes, we are all wondering why we have been fighting for so long. My brother went to the foot of the mountain to secretly look. He kept seeing someone in the army, so he didn't dare to go back."
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Three days are enough to happen."