Jiang Fang said quickly: "If you don't want your husband to die in an unknown way, then think carefully about what happened in the past few days and then talk to me. How about Wang Li being in the village on weekdays?"
Liu Chunhua thought for a while and said: "What can we country people do? Wang Li just drank a little and became a little crazy, but when he sobered up, it was nothing.
Everyone in the village knows about it, so no one cares about him on weekdays. Even if there are always a few friends who go out to drink together, I don't let me interfere.
Everyone in the village knows that although he can get drunk and go crazy, he doesn't do anything bad in the village on weekdays, so he won't offend anyone."
Jiang Fang asked again: "What about him and the Chen family? Chen Changsheng's family."
When talking about Changsheng, Jiang Fang saw disgust in Liu Chunhua's eyes, and she said: "Everyone knows that Chen Changsheng is a coffin man, and few people come into contact with their family on weekdays.
Everyone felt that it was unlucky because Chen Guangfa had kept it secret before. Everyone thought that Chen Changsheng was picked up by him in the cemetery. Their family used to be in the coffin business.
Later, it was said that this business was damaging to moral integrity, so he stopped doing it. He found a wife from out of town and returned to the village to work as a farmer. Later, it was said that Chen Guangfa himself was drunk and let the news slip, and then he realized that Chen Changsheng was a coffin man.
Since then, no one has dared to have any contact with their family, and his wife doesn’t know how she died. Having such a big belly may be a punishment from God, what a sin.”
"Did the village chief tell you that Chen Changsheng's mother was imprisoned in the ancestral hall?"
Liu Chunhua said: "She was locked up in the ancestral hall. Everyone knew that Chen Guangfa used to be in the coffin business, so they felt that he would miss the feng shui of the village.
But after all, he was a member of the village. In other words, he had done nothing. But later, for some unknown reason, his wife was locked up in the ancestral hall, saying that she was possessed by dirty things.
We didn't dare to ask. After being locked up for a while, she went crazy. Then she was released and said she was pregnant, but she died before she was born.
Later, I thought that Chang Sheng was picked up, and no one paid attention to it, but the child kept saying that his mother was locked up in the ancestral hall. It must have been Chen Guangfa who was drunk and told nonsense, and the child listened to it."
Jiang Fang continued to ask: "You said something was wrong with Wang Li these days, what exactly is wrong?"
Liu Chunhua sighed and said, "I don't know what's wrong with him. Anyway, he hasn't been able to live well these past few days. He didn't tell me when I asked him. He sent the child away, and he stayed in the house all day without going to the ground.
A few days ago, the village chief said that he wanted to offer sacrifices to heaven, so we went to ask for help and ignored him. But who knew that the child was going to be used to offer sacrifices to heaven? It was just a coffin. If it could really bring peace, it would be fine.
It’s nothing important.”
Jiang Fangteng stood up immediately: "No matter how Changsheng came to this world, his life is just a life. Is a life so contemptible in your eyes?"
If you were pregnant with a child, would you want the child to die with you? Is this how his mother's eternal life, which she used her last strength to preserve, was trampled on by you?"
Liu Chunhua was so frightened by Jiang Fang that he trembled and said quickly: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die. I am just a vulgar woman who cannot read or write. Don't argue with me."
After asking this question, Jiang Fang lost his mind and walked out of Wang Li's yard with a cold face. On the way back, Jiang Fang complained: "No matter where you are born, you have a life.
Would you rather believe in a tree that can't do anything than have mercy on a living life? If a god really needs human life to sacrifice, then what is the use of this god? He is just a devil wearing a benevolent cloak.
"
Duan Jiu said nothing. In his heart, life is indeed not that valuable sometimes. There is never any mercy on the battlefield.
But Jiang Fang was furious at this time, and Duan Jiu also knew that keeping his mouth shut was the best choice. If one life could exchange for the well-being of a village, maybe he would choose to do so.
But he also scorned the theory of ghosts and gods. Only these ignorant villagers would believe that this tree was a god and could bless them with good weather.
The god in Duan Jiu's heart has always been only himself. Only by taking destiny into his own hands can he create everything that belongs to him.
It is ridiculous to place your hopes on others. No one in this world can always be relied on.
When he returned to Changsheng's home, Changsheng had already had dinner and had been waiting at the door for Jiang Fang to come back. After seeing Jiang Fang, he rushed up happily.
"Sister Fairy, where have you been? I haven't been able to find you, and they won't let me out."
Jiang Fang took Changsheng's hand and said, "Your body is still a little weak and needs to be recuperated. It's very cold at night, so you'd better stop running around."
Changsheng nodded obediently, and then asked: "Then when I get better, I can go find my father? I haven't seen him for several days."
Jiang Fang felt a little guilty. Now Chen Guangfa's whereabouts were unknown, and Wang Li was dead. For a moment, Jiang Fang didn't know how to answer Chang Sheng. He just said: "Of course, so you should go and have a good rest."
At this time, a guard ran over and said something in Duan Jiu's ear. Duan Jiu frowned and saw Chang Sheng returned to the house and said, "Another one died."
Jiang Fang sighed and said, "Let me guess, is it on this list?"
Duan Jiu nodded, Jiang Fang shrugged, and then said to the guard: "Lead the way."
After arriving at that house, the house was unexpectedly quiet. Until Jiang Fang walked in, he didn't seem to see anyone else.
The corpse was lying on the ground. The traces of the fight were very obvious, and the wounds were also very conspicuous. The head was cut off with a single knife.
Looking at the blood on the ground and the direction of the splash, Huang Yong probably wanted to run away before he died, but failed. He dodged several times and suffered many stab wounds on his body.
The murderer's killing methods seemed to be getting more and more brutal, but Huang Yong was alone at home and lived behind the village, so there was no need to plan anything.
After a simple autopsy, Jiang Fang said: "Looking at it from the looks of it, the murderer should have been hiding at Huang Yong's house early in the morning, and then waited for Huang Yong to come back and took the opportunity to kill him.
It can be seen that the murderer has a deep hatred for Huang Yong. After slashing his body several times, he even cut off his head. There are also two words "damn" written in his blood on the wall. They should be the same one.
murderer."
Duan Jiu glanced at the scars, and then said: "The murderer's hand must be strong. Every wound is very deep, and the wound on the neck was also killed with one blow."
At this time, Jiang Fang asked: "Except those who are sick and locked up in the back, how many are left on the list?"