system,"……"

Huang Dan said, "Mr. System, we are not close or unfamiliar, and the behavior of hugging love is not suitable."

System, "It's abrupt."

Huang Dan said, "If you want to comfort me, encourage me, and cheer me up, you can change your method."

System, "I can give you a chrysanthemum spirit for free."

"Thank you, please help me store it in the fly cabinet." Huang Dan said, "Chrysanthemum Spirit is indeed a good thing. I have experienced it myself. However, if the system teacher has painkillers or can numb my painful nerves for a long time, I would like it even more."

System, "Sorry, I can't do anything."

Huang Dan said, "It's okay."

There is no other choice, and the chrysanthemum spirit is also good. At least it will make him twitch all over his body, cry and die, and not be bleeding like a river.

After cooking the porridge, Huang Dan went to the kitchen cabinet to get a bowl, put half a bowl of porridge, and then picked up a little pickled vegetables to bring to Li Gen.

On the way, Huang Dan turned around and went to Wu Cuiling's house. He stood at the door and shouted, "Sister Cuiling, I have cooked porridge, do you want to eat some?"

Wu Cuiling's voice came from the room, with a slight sob, "No need..."

Huang Dan raised his eyebrows.

The method of exclusion is the simplest and most violent |||The violent ones are both dead, and the only ones left are Wu Cuiling, Zhang Yingxiong, Chen Jinhua, and the murderer are among these three.

Huang Dan didn't say more.

When he entered the house, the smell of smoke was stronger than when he left, and Huon could not even open his eyes.

Li Gen was still leaning against the head of the bed, in the previous position. He half-closed his eyes, and his whole face was covered by smoke. The sadness penetrated out of the smoke, which made people feel panicked.

Huang Dan blew on the porridge and handed it over and said, "Brother, be careful."

Li Gen pushed away the bowl in front of him.

Caught out of control, Huang Dan's hand shook, and some of the porridge in the bowl fell on his hands.

At that moment, he cried in pain, and the bowl couldn't hold it and fell on the mat. The porridge was hot and steaming, and it was sprinkled everywhere.

A string in Li Gen's mind was pulled, and he quickly pinched out the cigarette, pulled the young man to the kitchen, and pressed the scalded hand into the water tank.

Huang Shan hissed, and the burning sensation slightly decreased. At this time, he was already sweating heavily and his face was covered with tears.

Li Gen used his other hand to wipe the young man's tears, his lips pursed tightly.

Huang Dan saw the man go out and came back soon, crushing an unknown grass and putting it on the juice, "Brother, don't be sad."

Li Gen's voice was hoarse, "No, I can't do it."

Huang Dan said, "What will aunt do to do tonight?"

Li Gen lowered his eyes, "Let's put it on the main hall."

When Huang Dan saw the man going to leave, he reached out to pull him, but he didn't pay attention. He used the scalded hand and it hurt again, and it hurt so much that he took a breath, "Brother, I won't go back tonight."

Li Gen didn't say anything.

The grass was burned, and Huang Dan's hands did not blister. He ate two bowls of porridge by himself, brushed the pot, and squatted in the yard to think about the problem.

His legs were numb because of his squat. Huang Dan didn't come up with an accurate answer. He went to Zhang Yingxiong's house and found that the lights were all out.

It's so late, it's not easy to wake up people.

Huang Dan wandered around in front of the door and returned to Li Gen.

The moon is sixteen on the fifteenth day, and it is sixteen tonight. The moon hanging high in the night sky is round and big, as if it fell on the treetops. Every grass and tree in the village can be seen clearly.

Huang Dan is not afraid of ghosts.

But when he thought of Wang Yuemei being stuffed into a chicken coop and having her body broken, he walked alone in the village and smelled the dispersed smell of grass, earthy, and a hint of chicken poop, and he felt a little furry.

There was a faint sound behind him, and Huang Dan turned around in an instant, "Who is behind?"

No dog, no cat, nothing.

It's the wind.

It was so strong that there would be a sound of leaves, dead grass, etc. at night.

Huang Dan's heart was pounding. He was dry and he didn't comfort himself too much, so he quickly left.

I drink porridge at night and I get up at night.

Huang Dan knew that holding urine was wrong and not good for the bladder, but the situation was special. He held it in for a while, but it still couldn't do it.

I wanted the man to accompany him, but Huang Dan couldn't speak that way, and felt it was very inappropriate. He just lost his mother at night and didn't cry for a moment, and he felt depressed.

When Huang Dan left, he passed by the main hall and Wang Yuemei's body was placed on a board with a cloth covered with a head exposed.

He swallowed, walked forward with his teeth, and when he reached the chicken coop in the yard, he turned his head unconsciously to look.

It was obvious that only the insomnia chickens were making cooing sounds, but Huang Dan's hair stood up when he heard it, as if the next moment, the door of the chicken coop would be pushed open, and Wang Yuemei, whose body was twisted, crawled out from inside.

Damn, why do I scare myself?

Huang Dan took a deep breath, and did not do bad things in his daily life, and was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. He had a clear conscience.

The cottage was behind the yard. When Huang Dan was peeing, he heard the sad cry of a woman. It was Wu Cuiling, and it seemed that the other party was not sleeping either.

Wang Yuemei is dead, Wu Cuiling is so sad and lasting.

Logically speaking, she is a mother-in-law who has no blood relationship and her husband is no longer there. She still makes things difficult, sarcastic, disgusted, and is not satisfied with anything. Even if she drinks a sip of water, she can find faults. It will not be so difficult to accept like a dead mother?

Or is Wu Cuiling's heart too soft and kind?

Huang Dan put on his pants and listened against the wall. It would be great if he could know how Wu Cuiling's son, who was less than one year old, died, maybe it would be a key clue.

Unfortunately, Huang Shan asked the villagers, including Chen Jinhua and Zhang Yingxiong, through the original owner's memory, all of which were the same, that was, an accident happened to the child.

This shows that very few people were informed at that time and no one could spread it. Perhaps only the children's family knew the truth.

However, there are many types of accidents, some of which can be artificial.

Huang Dan scratched his neck. In the countryside, if his daughter-in-law gave birth to a son, her mother-in-law would not do anything to her grandson even if she didn't like the daughter-in-law.

Because there is a saying, "Directors from generation to generation."

If we continue to deduce this, assuming that the child's death is related to Li Dagui, then as a mother, Wu Cuiling has the greatest motivation to kill people.

Huang Dan kicked the trash at his feet, and his task was to find out the killer. As for who killed Wang Yuemei, and how he designed to hide it from everyone and stuff the body into the chicken coop, these were not in his mission.

The crying in the room stopped for a while and started again. Judging from Wu Cuiling's attitude, she wanted to cry for Wang Yuemei in advance.

Huang Dan rubbed his arms and went back to see the man who had taken a pack of Qixi who had not been removed. He immediately grabbed it in his hand, "Brother, stop sucking it."

Li Gen's jaw line was tight, "Give it to me."

Huang Dan said, "You have already been pumping for a night. If you pump down, your throat will be ruined and you will not even speak tomorrow."

Li Gen raised his eyes, his eyes were sharp, "I'll say it again, give me the cigarette!"

Huang Dan said, "No."

Li Gen swung his long arm over.

Huang Dan instinctively blocked his head with his hands.

Li Gen's breathing paused, and the anger and blood in his eyes disappeared, "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hit you, winter, be obedient, give me the cigarette."

Huang Dan said, "Brother, you promised me."

Li Gen wiped his face heavily, his hands drooped, clenched into fists and let go, "Yes, my brother said, I will smoke less in the future, but now I feel uncomfortable."

Huang Shan looked at the man worriedly.

Li Gen leaned back a little and knocked his head against the wall, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just feel a little uncomfortable, really."

His throat made a depressed sob, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually became red, "Brother has no mom, winter, I have no mom."

Huang Dan patted the man on the back. He had never experienced the feeling of his relatives passing away. He didn't know what it felt like, and he couldn't come up with appropriate words to relieve the man's grief in a short time.

I think it can't be alleviated, so I can only rely on time to swallow it slowly.

Li Gen buried her face in the young man's neck.

Huang Dan felt a warm liquid flowing through the skin, one drop or two, and more and more, his heart was a little confused, "Brother, don't cry."

Li Gen held the person in his arms, his arms tightened again and again, as if he was trying to circle the only thing he had and could not lose it anymore, otherwise he would have nothing.

Huang Dan can't laugh and doesn't understand what emotions it is, but he is easy to cry and hurt. It seems that his emotions have a big error.

The man's restrained cry sounded in his ears, and his tears also came down.

When an accident occurs, people are confused and have nothing in their minds. When they react, sadness is already pressing against their hearts like a huge rock, and they need to cry to vent their anger.

After crying, Li Gen calmed down a little and stopped looking for cigarettes. Instead, she hugged Huang Dan and went to bed.

I don’t know how long it took, Huang Dan woke up and found that the man was not by the bed. He yawned and found his shoes to put them on.

There was no kerosene lamp in the main hall, and the moonlight spilled in from outside the door. You could see the man sitting on the ground beside the board, looking at the corpse in front of him. This scene made the spine chill.

Huang Dan walked closer and smelled the stinking. He glanced at Wang Yuemei, wearing a few honeysuckles on his head, and chicken shit was stained with chicken poop. I don’t know if it was made up by man or accidentally rubbed when it was stuffed into the chicken coop.
To be continued...