Gamers Are Fierce

　　 The next morning, the call for help of three male college students caught the attention of the neighbors.

　　 The villagers tried to break through the gate and rushed to the second floor with clubs and sickles. They found that Shi Derong had no breath.

　　 His whole body was wet, and his clothes dripped down without twisting them.

　　 With his feet spread out, his hands on the ground, he just sat in the doorway of the side lying, his head drooping on his chest,

　　 her face rose to purple-red, her violent eyes were bloodshot,

　　 grinned to the corner of his mouth and raised his earlobe, drawing a strange smile.

　　 The villagers and passengers who came after hearing the news gathered in the living room on the first floor of Shi Derong's house and talked a lot.

　　 Village head Lu Gui asked the villagers to take three college students who were still in shock to other people’s homes.

The village chief’s youngest son, Lu Maocai, told everyone that Shi Derong is usually a drunkard. He may have just drunk too much alcohol last night. After getting wet, he sat outside the door, just pressing his breath. Suffocated myself to death.

　　 This statement barely makes sense. After all, the heavy rain is still falling and communications and traffic are cut off. Even if you want to report to the police, it is impossible.

　　 Village Mayor Lu Gui politely asked the passengers to go back on the grounds of "collecting Shi Derong's corpse".

　　 After the outsiders were gone, only a few older male villagers remained in the living room.

　　 Lu Maocai closed the gate, and an elderly villager named Lu He glanced at Shi Derong, who was horrified and horrified, and hesitated and said, "How many is this? Is it true..."

　　 "Don't talk nonsense!"

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui changed his kind eyebrows and stared at him and said: "Even if it is a ghost, we have a way!

　　Maocai, now take a few people to dig the canal. "

　　 The villagers were shocked and asked, "Why? Dig the canal and the field will be flooded?"

　　 "There is no why, your two acres of rotten fields are important, or is life important?"

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui sneered and said, "Only those who listen to me, you and you, can survive, or else just wait for death."

　　 The villagers bowed their heads conscientiously, not daring to look at Lu Gui.

　　 Lu Maocai took a few people, dressed in clothes and hoe, went to the farmland, dug the canal that was just repaired yesterday, and allowed the farmland to be flooded.

　　 Just as they were standing on the highway, watching the water flood the fields,

　　 Li Ang, who was wearing a black raincoat and covering his face with cloth, was also watching their every move on the distant ridge.

　　 Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: "Strange...why did they flood their fields?"

　　 Li Ang touched his chin, and said casually: "Maybe because the septic tank in the upper stream of the stream exploded, they wanted to save resources and keep the fertilizer from flowing out of the fields."

　　These villagers watched on the highway for a while, then turned and left with their hoes. Chai Cuiqiao couldn't help but ask, "Don't you keep up and have a look?"

　　 "Yes, but not necessary."

　　 Li Ang shook his head, "The ‘weird’ that can shield spiritual consciousness is either due to the unique topography of Dusheng Village.

　　 either because of this weird rain,

　　 either because of someone or something.

　　 I don’t think these villagers really know the real purpose of digging ditches and flooding fields. Instead of asking them, it’s better to find someone who really knows the truth. "

　　 Chai Cui frowned slightly, "You mean, the village chief?"

　　 Li Ang shook his head without answering.

　　 There are quite a few weird places in Dusheng Village. Before the mystery is solved, Li Ang does not intend to take some more radical measures against the villagers including the village chief.

　　 He watched the villagers leave in the distance, pulled the raincoat on him, and walked straight into the ravine.

　　 Heavy rain, dark mountains and forests, the shadows of the trees on both sides of the sheep intestine path swayed, as if to welcome Li Ang.

　　 There are many graves buried in this ravine, both new and old. Li Ang glanced around, found the latest grave, and climbed the hillside.

　　According to the signs on the tombstone, the owner of this tomb died eleven days ago. It was his death that prompted Lu Maodian to find an intelligence broker and hire Li Ang.

"excuse me."

　　 Li Ang spoke to the brand-new tombstone indifferently, took out a small shovel, attached ripple energy to it, and slammed a shovel against the concrete floor on the grave.

　　 A moment later, the tomb was completely taken apart and divided into two.

　　 Li Ang didn't rush down, but put a layer of plastic film on himself, wrapped his sleeves with latex gloves, wrapped his shoes with large sleeves, and wrapped his forehead and chin with plastic wrap.

　　 This kind of protection is mainly to prevent the highly corrupted smell of the body from being left on the body, attracting the attention of others——

　　 Once the putrefaction liquid of the corpse sticks to the skin, the smell will not disappear for a few days. Li Ang is quite experienced in this.

　　 After getting ready, Li Ang jumped into the tomb and lifted the coffin board on the coffin to reveal the male corpse lying quietly inside.

　　 In ten days, the corpse decayed very badly. Li Ang breathed naturally in the rich corpse smell without changing his face, and even calmly said to Chai Cuiqiao,

　　 "This corpse is a bit badly rotten, if it is fresher, his stomach will bulge up.

Just use a needle tube connected to a rubber tube to insert it, and put a match on the other end of the rubber tube~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The corrupt gas in the body will gush out along the tube and be ignited by the match, forming a blue jet flame.

　　 is very beautiful, it's a pity that you didn't see it. "

　　 Chai Cuiqiao was speechless, not knowing what to say, so he had to laugh dryly.

　　 Li Ang didn't care about Chai Cuiqiao's silence. He bowed down, like taking off his gloves, taking off the skin of the corpse, carefully inspecting every corner of the corpse.

　　 As an ordinary netizen who likes to surf the Internet, it is normal for Li Ang to be proficient in forensic anthropology.

　　 It did not take long for Li Ang to examine the body. He crawled out of the tomb, buried the tomb in a hurry, and headed to the burial site of the dead in Dusheng Village.

　　 Fortunately, it is located in a remote area and the folk customs are "unsophisticated", so cremation is not carried out much.

　　 Until the evening, Li Ang inspected the corpses of all the dead in Dusheng Village within seven months, except that the cemetery of the village teacher Meng Qixi was not found.

　　 Li Ang, who had gained part of the harvest, didn’t explain anything to Chai Cuiqiao.

　　 It’s getting late, and if you don’t return to the village, you will be suspected.

　　 Li Ang removed all protective measures, shredded all the plastic wrap, latex gloves and other things, and put them into ripped disposable plastic film clothes.

　　 Then compress the pile of **** into the size of a fist, wrap it in layers of plastic wrap to ensure that no particularly heavy odors will leak, and put it into the raincoat pocket.

　　 Like a okay person, he returned to Watson Village.

　　 Not long after he left the ravine, another figure wrapped in a black cloak also appeared in the mountains.

　　He walked down the hillside and looked at the tombs that had been buried hastily after being excavated. He was speechless for a long time. After hesitating for a while, he dug up the tomb again and opened an autopsy.