“Ahhhhh!!!!”
"ah-"
A shrill scream of terror came from the next room, and Wang Kuanyou and others, who had not yet gotten into bed, ran over there.
Chen Yang immediately woke up Chao Jian: "Something happened, get up quickly!"
Chao Jian lifted the quilt and sat up, his half-closed eyes were a little red, and his brows showed fatigue and irritability from not getting enough rest. Chen Yang stuffed the crutch into his hand.
Chen Xishuang was the type of person who "if one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry". Without worrying about his family members, he had already jumped off the kang. He didn't dare to go to the next room, so he just stood at the door to find out what was going on.
Hearing something, Chen Xishuang ran back to the kang and said in a trembling voice, "Jiang Miao is dead."
Chen Yang was stunned. There were four Jiang Miao next door. Which one died
The one who died was Xiang Tiantian.
As soon as Chen Yang went over, he saw her body.
She sat on the kang with her back to the door but her head facing it.
Wang Xiaobei was the only person present. She was so frightened that she was out of her mind. She hid in her bed and refused to come out. It was impossible to question her for a while.
"You guys stay with her." Wang Kuanyou said to the other two ladies.
Xiao Xiang is not good at socializing, while Da Yan has very poor relationships with people of the same sex. She is like a public enemy and has almost no good female friends. She is incapable of doing things that are associated with "closeness" and "dependence on each other."
Seeing that the two had not expressed their opinions, Wang Kuanyou, a member of the Wang family, had to temporarily put aside the difference between men and women and take on the job.
Everyone else went outside to wait.
The noise from the market came to them in waves, as if they were two different worlds.
It was the end of March and it was still a little chilly at night. Chen Yang had just crawled out of bed and was shivering with cold.
Chao Jian pulled the zipper of his jacket.
Chen Yang then realized that his clothes were not pulled up properly. He pulled them up silently, and when he reached the top, his neck and chin retracted.
The moon was high in the sky, and the people leaning against the wall had little communication.
Xu Dingyi took out an unopened pack of Tengwang Pavilion cigarettes, tore off the gold thread on them and distributed the cigarettes to everyone.
Qian Qin shook his head, Chen Xishuang didn't want it either, and Xu Dingyi didn't dare to go over to Jian at all. Only Chen Yang took a cigarette.
"I'll take a few puffs to refresh myself." Chen Yang returned the lighter to Xu Dingyi, biting the cigarette and whispered to his partner.
His partner ignored him and looked very cold.
Chen Yang gave Xu Dingyi a look that said, "It's okay. My partner just doesn't like me smoking. He won't take his anger out on you, don't worry."
After that, he quietly went to the side to draw.
Xu Dingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling very much like a henpecked husband.
“Why did it suddenly…” Xu Dingyi’s chubby face trembled.
No one took over.
Three or five minutes later, Wang Kuanyou's voice was heard in the room, asking everyone to come in.
Xiang Tiantian's body was still on the kang.
Wang Xiaobei's mood recovered a little. She hugged her body and huddled in the chair, her long hair covering her face. The half of her eye that was exposed was red and swollen, making her look more like a ghost than the dead Xiang Tiantian.
The timid ones don't even look at her.
Chen Yang was a little scared at first sight, but he felt better after looking at it for a while. He was smoking by the door, with his shoe hooked on his partner's crutch.
"What do you think the reason is?"
He glanced at Jian coldly and said, "Talk to me after you finish smoking."
Chen Yang: “… Yeah.”
Hey, I think I told you at the station that I won’t smoke in front of him anymore.
Chen Yang turned sideways, took a few deep puffs toward the door, then pinched out the cigarette butt and flicked it out with his fingers.
"Okay, you can tell me now."
Chao Jian nodded towards Wang Xiaobei: "She is talking."
"No, she is still..."
As Chen Yang was speaking, Wang Xiaobei on the kang made a sound.
"I was just joking with her. She took off her shoes and put her feet in front of me to smoke me. I pretended to be angry and hit her. She pretended to be scared and said sorry."
Wang Xiaobei sobbed, "We were still playing at the time. I called her the queen of the screen, and she apologized to me in a different tone. I praised her for her good acting, and then I turned my back to her and asked her to comb my hair..."
Wang Xiaobei's teeth began to chatter. "Later she kept saying sorry, over and over again."
"Really, I can't describe the feeling of saying a common sentence too many times, over and over again. I felt a little uneasy at the time. I was a little angry and asked her to stop talking, but she didn't stop, and the crying tone in her voice became more and more serious..."
“Wuwuwu…” Wang Xiaobei buried her head between her legs and burst into tears.
Her crying was the only sound in the room. Everyone else was silent until she started hiccuping from crying. Then Wang Kuanyou patted her back to comfort her.
"What happened before you guys played around?"
Wang Xiaobei sobbed and said, "It's nothing. Everyone was there at the time, and we were chatting. We said the market was very dirty and we had a lot of..."
"name!"
She suddenly exclaimed, "She called out a name!"
Everyone in the room held their breath.
"What?"
Wang Xiaobei pointed at Xiaoxiang and said with trembling lips: "She called her name."
The first one refers to Xiang Tiantian, and the second one refers to Xiao Xiang.
Everyone slowly exhaled the breath they had been holding, and the frozen air around them began to flow again, but it was filled with coldness.
The reason why Xiang Tiantian died was because she called the wrong name.
So that's how it is.
"You can actually die if you call the wrong name."
"I'm still good. I have a bad memory and can't remember everyone's names at all. The three divided by age and gender are just right for me. I won't call them wrong."
Xu Dingyi patted his chest and said, "Those who are sensitive to names will be in trouble."
"Is this the time to say something like this?" Chen Xishuang, who is quite sensitive about his name, complained.
Xu Dingyi's face turned red with embarrassment: "That's not what I meant."
"Let's all go back to the house."
"Wait!" Da Yan turned her head towards the wall and pointed in the direction of the kang, "What should we do about that?"
Wang Kuanyou said: "Some tasks will automatically disappear, and some won't. I haven't found a pattern yet, so I don't know which one this will be."
Chen Yang scratched his face at the door. The bodies of the taskers on Xiaoyin Island would not disappear, but those at the train station would.
One is a death trap and the other is a normal mission.
To put it bluntly, the rules will deal with the bodies of those who die a lot, but will ignore those who die a few times.
"So, it's the same as not saying anything." There was a coldness on Da Yan's elegant face. "Even if it disappears, someone died in the room, and he died on the kang."
"Not to mention that it won't disappear, how can we dare to sleep!"
Xu Dingyi said, "Then why don't you guys come next door and stay together?"
Da Yan's face became even colder. She looked at Xu Dingyi as if he were a wretched man: "Can't you just switch rooms with us?"
Xu Dingyi glanced at the corpse quickly, and his fat body trembled violently: "The kang here is too small, we can't lie down, we can't change, so we won't change!"
Chen Xishuang clenched his fragrant hands and looked at Da Yan with pleading eyes.
Da Yan seemed to have become a witch: "..."
"Say less," Wang Kuanyou said like a leader. "Once you have an ID number, you are destined to no longer have an ordinary life. Overcoming fear is the first step. Sooner or later, you will get used to it, unless you don't think you have the next mission."
Chen Yang's mouth twitched. This time, it was most likely Wang Kuanyou giving science popularization to the newcomers.
He speaks steadily and hits the nail on the head, so even when others are hurt by him, they still think he is right.
Da Yan was blocked by Wang Kuanyou's words and couldn't find a way to fight back. She looked at Wang Xiaobei and Xiaoxiang: "What about you? You guys are not talking? Do I live alone in this room?"
Wang Xiaobei just cried.
Xiao Xiang sat at the small table the whole time, drawing lines on the table with her fingertips.
Like a child, he was always tracing.
Seeing them like this, Da Yan felt isolated and helpless. She wiped her eyes and started crying while suppressing her tears.
The situation in the house was extremely miserable.
Wang Kuanyou looked at his fellow compatriots and asked for their opinions, "How about putting the body on our side?"
Chen Xishuang said stupidly: "Where should I put it?"
"Under the bed."
“… ”I’m dead.
Chen Yang was about to say something when he heard footsteps approaching from afar. The footsteps were very fast and a bit chaotic. He opened the half-open door and took a look.
It’s Li Ping, Liu Shun, and Zhang Guangrong. They are back.
The three of them immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Xu Dingyi asked them curiously, "What is ancestor worship like?"
Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong went into the house and lay down. Li Ping replied, "Your family has never worshipped before?"
"Put out food, burn paper, kowtow, etc." Xu Dingyi thought for a moment, "Is this your procedure?"
Li Ping also lay down: "It's just to worship the ancestors!"
Xu Dingyi muttered beside the kang: "Is there anything else?"
No one cares.
Chen Yang walked towards Liu Shun, bent his waist, and smelled the scent of incense in his hair: "Jiang Da, where did the village chief take you?"
Liu Shun closed his eyes: "Family ancestral hall."
The ancestral hall. Chen Yang didn’t notice it when he was walking in the village yesterday. He turned back as usual to look for his partner, and when he found him, he looked at him inquiringly.
She raised her eyes to Chao Jian and looked at him expressionlessly.
Chen Yang had the answer, and the corners of his mouth relaxed. This person's observation ability was better than his.
When turning around, Chen Yang casually mentioned: "By the way, Jiang Da, Jiang Miao is dead."
Liu Shun's closed eyelids twitched.
Li Ping next to him opened his eyes and asked, "Who, who died?"
"The sweet-looking one," Chen Xishuang interrupted.
Li Ping asked again: "When did it happen?"
"He died not long after you left."
Xu Dingyi added: "About half an hour."
Li Ping's eye sockets suddenly widened a little, and then he closed his eyes the next second.
Liu Shun never opened his eyes, and his eyelids kept twitching.
As for Zhang Guangrong, he lay a little further away, and his back was stiff for a moment.
Chen Yang captured all the subtle changes in these three people.
Something is wrong.
Didn't Xiang Tiantian die because she was called the wrong name? Could it be related to ancestor worship
What's the point here
"The body is gone." Wang Kuanyou said coming back from next door.
Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. Was this a normal task? He looked at the taskers in the room. Including the one next door, there were still twelve people left.
The next day, the stall was still opened at 3:30 in the morning.
The reason the village chief asked them to go earlier last time was that vendors from other places came early and the good spots were almost gone. This time it was because “it’s the second day, if we don’t sell more, how can we make that much money?”
Chen Yang suspected that this was what happened back then.
It was supposed to start at 5:30, but somehow it became 3:30.
Chen Yang stood in front of the stall and yawned. Not sure if he had fallen asleep, he yawned again, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and talked to the middle-aged woman: "Jiang Miao, good morning."
The middle-aged woman did not respond.
Chen Yang said in a friendly manner: "You sold out the basket of chicks yesterday, and you will definitely sell out today as well."
"Yes." This time the middle-aged woman responded, but her body language showed nervousness and anxiety that did not match her answer, and she did not relax at all.
Chen Yang's gaze stayed on her for a while, then turned to the shoemaker on the other side.
The shoemaker was stitching a pair of leather shoes using a small old machine, his hands and sleeves were covered in dirt.
There are still many shoes waiting for him to repair at the stall, and business is very good.
Chen Yang leaned over to watch the shoemaker busy at work: "Master, have you been here since yesterday? Don't you have a place to sleep?"
"Slept." The shoemaker cut the thread with scissors. "Your village is sleeping."
Chen Yang asked whose family it was.
The shoemaker straightened the cloth on his legs, put the leather shoes on, and brushed the uppers with a small brush: "From an old friend."
Old friend? When Chen Yang wanted to ask some questions, someone came to the shoemaker to get some shoes, so the call was cut off and he was unable to answer.
At around eight o'clock, Chen Yang went to Chao Jian's stall and whispered, "I want to go to the ancestral hall."
At this time, everyone in the village should be out.
"I'll go early and come back early." Chen Yang said, "Do you think that's okay?"
Chao Jian: "Go ahead."
Chen Yang didn't expect it to be so smooth. He was a little unresponsive: "Huh?"
Chao Jian flicked his ear.
Chen Yang covered his hand in pain: "I thought you were going to lecture me again this time."
The person who stopped him from investigating other stalls yesterday actually agreed to let him go alone to collect clues today.
Is the ancestral hall safer than the market
Chen Yang suddenly looked at the young man. Is this true
Chao Jian tapped his calf with his cane and asked impatiently, "Are you still not leaving?"
"Let's go." Chen Yang kicked the crutch away without much force. "I'll ask the shoemaker and Jiang Miao to help me watch the stall. You also keep an eye on it for me. If the village chief comes, just tell him that I have diarrhea."
There were people everywhere in the market. Chen Yang walked while paying attention to his surroundings and soon disappeared from Chao Jian's sight.
Like a fish in the sea, it disappears in the blink of an eye, let alone being caught.
Chao Jian looked down at his left leg that could not walk and remained silent for a long time.
The cane hit him hard.
Chen Yang learned the location of the ancestral hall from Chao Jian last night, so he did not waste much time on the road.
Indeed, there were few people in the village houses behind the market.
Are all strolling.
Chen Yang stayed outside the ancestral hall for less than a minute. He stepped back, accelerated during a short run, and nimbly rushed up to the courtyard wall in one go. He grabbed the top of the wall, flipped over and jumped in.
Chen Yang suppressed the dull thud of landing to the minimum. His leg muscles were too tense and he felt a little twitchy. He raised his leg and put it down, repeating the action several times before slowing down.
I haven't climbed over the wall for many years.
The last time I played basketball was probably when I was in high school. I skipped classes to play basketball with some guys from outside the community. We ended up in a fight and I got bruised and swollen all over.
Chen Yang found a stone on the ground and touched it with his hand. It was sharp enough. He put the hand holding the stone into his sleeve and walked into the ancestral hall lightly.
The heavy old wooden door was pushed open, and the sound was like the gasp of a dying old man.
Chen Yang walked in with high vigilance.
A familiar smell hit his face. Chen Yang had smelled it from Grandma Qi on Xiaoyin Island.
The mixed smell of wood and incense burner is wrapped in the grayness of time.
The ancestral hall was just one room, very large and empty. Chen Yang stood at the door, facing him was the top of the ancestral hall.
There were three chairs there.
One should belong to the village chief, and it is unknown who the other two belong to.
There are five chairs underneath, two on each side and three on the other side.
Among the 25 people setting up the stall, there were two Jiang Das from the village and three taskers, and they were stacked up with the chairs.
That's where the five of them sat.
Liu Shun and his two companions did not reveal the details of the ancestor worship when they came back last night, which means that something happened that made them wary and they cannot speak of it.
Chen Yang tried to imagine the scene of them worshiping their ancestors, but a fragrance rushed into his nostrils, interrupting his thoughts. He walked in from the door and stopped in front of an incense burner following the smell.
Not only is the incense burner too big, but it is also placed in the wrong position. It is not placed in the middle of the ancestral hall, but on the right.
When worshipping ancestors, people usually light three incense sticks: heaven, earth, and man.
Chen Yang looked at the incense burner, and there were many incense sticks in it.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew from behind, as if something was sticking to Chen Yang. He stretched his head from behind to look at him. His fixed gaze suddenly dispersed, and the blood color on his face faded away completely.
Stones can only protect against humans, but are useless against ghosts.
Influenced by Chen Xishuang, Chen Yang quickly drew a cross in front of him.
The cold wind is still there.
Chen Yang didn't move, and all the hairs in his clothes stood up.
"Jiang Da?"
“Ginger man
"... Jiang Miao?"
Chen Yang read out the names of the three people one by one, and there was no movement behind him.
There must be other members of the Jiang family in the ancestral hall.
I didn't see a single tablet and I don't know where they are.
There was a ghost behind him, Chen Yang didn't dare to look back, he could only stare at the incense burner, and unknowingly counted the number of incense sticks.
60.
This number seemed familiar to Chen Yang, but he couldn't remember what it was. Just when he didn't know whether to retreat or continue investigating, he discovered something on the opposite side.
A cabinet.
Chen Yang couldn't help but take a step forward and walk towards that direction. His whole body, like the cabinet, blended into the dim light.
This cabinet looks like the medicine cabinet in a pharmacy, and each medicine cabinet has a number on it.
1, 2, 3, 4…
There are 10 rows in a row, for a total of 6 rows.
Chen Yang counted them, 60.
60…
60!
Chen Yang subconsciously turned his neck backwards, but fear caused his movements to get stuck and he turned back abruptly.
60 incense sticks, 60 cabinets.
The focus of the information is on the cabinet. Chen Yang licked his dry lips. The arrangement of this cabinet does look like a medicine cabinet.
But…
It's much the same in the morgue.
Human imagination is limitless, but also very naughty and does not follow common sense.
When creating, it is like squeezing toothpaste, but sometimes it is like a flood that cannot be stopped.
For example, when watching a horror movie, or when going to sleep after watching a horror movie.
For example, there may be a real ghost behind you and a group of them in front of you.
Chen Yang was afraid to open the cabinet and see a human face inside.
Or the cabinet starts bleeding.
There was a woman crying in the closet, "It's so crowded! I'm so crowded!"
The cabinet opened by itself.
…
Chen Yang is going crazy.
He is very weak and helpless now, and any stimulation can make him collapse.
His partner is not around, so he can only rely on himself.
At that time, he was only thinking about finding clues to verify his guess, and overlooked the fact that there was something fishy about this mission. The ancestral hall was a gathering place for the dead, and the other party would not be unaware of it.
Then why did you let him come? Do you want him to face it alone and then get out of it
Yesterday I said that he should be afraid of everything and be honest, but now I am giving him the opportunity to grow.
It's different every now and then.
Contradictory, boys' hearts are as unpredictable as the sea.
Chen Yang forced himself to calm down, and calm down again. His hands, which were holding the stone, were covered with cold sweat.
Is the tablet in the cabinet
60, that's a bit much.
Never mind, just open it and take a look, now that we are here.
This is a mission world. How can you leave without finding clues? Chen Yang brought out the same excuses he had used to comfort himself before and continued to use them in a new way.
Chen Yang held his breath and tried to pull the cabinet facing him. As soon as his hand touched it, the negative energy behind him disappeared.
The other party didn't leave, just asking him to open the cabinet
A drop of cold sweat slid down Chen Yang's back.
If the story background were changed, the ghost would do this because it said that its body was hidden in the closet and asked him to help find the murderer.
Chen Yang calmed himself down and did not give himself the chance to hesitate or get scared. He quickly opened the cabinet!
There was no stench of decay or corpse inside, only the scent of agarwood and a bamboo stick.
Lying alone.
The words "Big Bamboo Basket" were written on it with a brush.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and pulled the same bamboo stick next to him.
"Pickle jar".
Chen Yang was shocked, he remembered.
There are 60 types of goods brought back from Laoji Village.
Last night, when the village chief was counting the goods, he took out the total bill of lading. Chen Yang saw it out of the corner of his eye. There were many villagers gathered around at that time. It was inconvenient for him to take pictures, so he just habitually found an opportunity to count the quantity.
Chen Yang didn’t count wrong, it was exactly this number.
There is a product written on the bamboo stick in each cabinet.
Chen Yang took a deep breath and opened the 60 cabinets one by one as quickly as possible.
One of the cabinets is empty.
What's missing
What thing is not here
Think about it.
Think about it quickly!
Chen Yang tried desperately to recall the total number of items. There were too many. If it was 6 or 10, he could still remember them, but 60, he really...
As an ordinary person, he doesn't have the ability to remember everything he sees.
Chen Yang glanced at the fully opened cabinets, then closed them as quickly as possible. He turned and walked outside, pausing when he passed by the incense burner.
The number of cabinets represents the quantity of goods, and so does the incense.
Chen Yang left the ancestral hall with a lot of doubts and returned the same way. When he returned to the market, he accidentally glanced at a bamboo winnowing basket on a stall and his face changed immediately.
It's a dung shovel!
The bamboo stick for the dung basket is not in the cabinet!
Chen Yang's heart was beating wildly. This was the last item on the total cargo list.
He had an impression of it, from the beginning to the end.
It's just a big mess mixed together, and when I see something similar, the corresponding part in my mind comes out.
But what does it mean without it
Chen Yang walked towards his stall absentmindedly, brushing past one or two pedestrians. Whoever he bumped into, he kept apologizing. As he walked, he backed away and stopped in front of Liu Shun's stall.
"Did Baizu smoke something?"
Liu Shun was counting the money he had earned today, and his movements slowed down a bit when he heard this.
This did not escape Chen Yang's eyes. His test was answered, and he said, "Dung shovel."
The change in Liu Shun's hand fell onto the stall, and the first thing he blurted out was: "How did you know?"
Then, without waiting for Chen Yang to say anything else, Liu Shun glared at him and said, "Jiang Ren, stop asking!"
His tone was scolding, but his throat was trembling.
His honest face was tense as hell.
Chen Yang looked at him and said, "Let me ask you another question. Do you have a dung bucket?"
Liu Shun picked up all the money and said, “No.
This is what can be said, so he said it when asked. Nothing else can be revealed, whether actively or passively.
Chen Yang nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Neither does he.
Chen Yang remembered that Chao Jian had a dung basket, but he didn't take it out to sell. He used it to store other small goods.
Chen Yang had never seen this thing before and thought it looked like a winnowing basket.
It just has an additional handle made of three twisted bamboo strands.
Chen Yang noticed the most familiar one among multiple sights. He turned around and ran towards the boy through the crowd, his eyes dark and bright.
"I'm back."
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
"Great discovery." Chen Yang walked around to the back of the boy's stall, "Where's the dung basket? Ah, here."
“Don’t sell it.”
Chen Yang took a picture of the dung basket and briefly recounted everything that happened in the ancestral hall, omitting the part about his fear of ghosts.
Chao Jian listened to some of Chen Yang's words and uttered two words: "Draw lots."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too." Chen Yang said, "I had to analyze several things in the ancestral hall to come up with this. How did you..."
Chao Jian gave him a string of candied haws, wrapped in white plastic paper, with bright red hawthorns.
Chen Yang was stunned: "Did someone else give it to you as a gift?"
"A pickpocket was trying to pick an old man's pocket, and I stopped him with my cane, so he gave me a bunch of these."
"Lei Feng's spirit is worthy of praise." Chen Yang took the candied haws enviously and tore off the plastic wrapper. "Thank you." He took a bite of the candy coating, making a crunching sound. "Has the village chief been here?"
Chao Jian sat back down: "I've been here."
"Did he ask me?" Chen Yang's cheeks puffed up and his voice was unclear.
"Let's not talk about it for now. I'll go to other stalls to ask about the situation." He pulled the plastic wrapper of the candied haws, wrapped it up and put it aside. "I'll leave it here for you. I'll come back and eat it later."
Chao Jian frowned: "Don't run around, tell Jiang Da over there to tell the people around to come to us."
Chen Yang looked at his expression and said, "Okay, I'll go and tell him."
Not long after, the group gathered briefly in front of Chao Jian's stall. Except for the three Jiang Das, they did not need to participate in this discussion.
Xu Dingyi was too fat and was breathing heavily, with sweat all over his face and neck.
"What's the matter? My business is going well, and it would take a lot of time to come here."
Chen Xishuang snorted: "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? You don't even have so much time."
"I just want to ask you one thing, why are you..."
Wang Kuanyou interrupted them: "Be quiet and let Jiang Ren speak."
Chen Yang looked at Wang Xiaobei under their gaze: "Did Jiang Miao tell you what she sold?"
Wang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment before she realized who he was referring to. Thinking of what happened last night, her face turned pale.
"No."
Wang Xiaobei shook her head: "She only said that many men looked at her, but only one-third of them actually paid money. Her income is above the average level among us, not too much but not too little either."
Chen Yang didn't get the answer he wanted, so he looked at other people: "Who is closest to her stall?"
There was no answer for a long time, so Chen Yang asked again.
"It's me."
A muffled voice came from behind. Chen Yang looked over and saw that it was Qian Qin, the boy who rarely spoke. His presence was relatively low.
Chen Yang flipped the photo of the dung bucket on his phone and asked him, "Have you seen this at her stall?"
"I see," Qian Qin said.
Before Chen Yang could ask the next question, he said, "It's sold."
"Are you sure?" Chen Yang stared at him and asked.
Qian Qin: “Sure.”
Chen Yang looked at his academic master's face, which was full of formulas. He felt dizzy after looking at it for a long time.
"What's going on? Tell me quickly, please." Xu Dingyi was still anxious about his business. The more anxious he was, the more he sweated, and his neck was much more sore than yesterday.
Chen Yang pointed to the photo on his phone and said, "Raise your hands if you have this in your cargo."
Chao Jian did not raise his hand, as if he had the special privilege of being a family member. The others were Xiao Xiang, Xu Dingyi, Wang Kuanyou, and Chen Xishuang.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this thing?"
Chen Yang put the phone back into his pocket: "Did you sell it yesterday?"
Several people shook their heads.
Chen Yang's clues were instantly sorted out, and he said, "Only Jiang Miao was sold."
If you combine the questions Chen Yang asked before and after, it will be easy to understand the information here.
Xu Dingyi looked around in confusion: "Didn't they say he died because he called the wrong name?"
"Why is it related to the goods we sell?"
"Well, actually..."
Wang Kuanyou hesitated to speak: "I called the wrong name once when I woke up in the morning. I was a little confused when I just woke up. It took me a while to realize that I called the wrong name."
Everyone looked at him.
"Then why didn't you tell me this morning?"
"It's useless to say it." Wang Kuanyou smiled bitterly, "I've been waiting to die."
"You haven't died yet..."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that." Wang Kuanyou was not feeling lucky for escaping death, he still hadn't recovered.
Chen Yang couldn't help but ask: "Whose name did you call wrong?"
Wang Kuanyou visits Chen Xishuang.
Chen Xishuang: “…???”
My name is difficult to pronounce and remember. How come you can remember it? Do you like me
Wang Kuanyou read the message from his eyes and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Chen Yang turned his attention to Chen Xishuang: "Do you feel anything strange?"
"No." Chen Xishuang blinked his fox eyes, "Does it count if I wear the wrong shoes? I've worn them wrong several times. I put them in the right place but still wore them wrong. I'm like an idiot."
"… "
“That’s right!”
Chen Xishuang exclaimed, "Ah!" "I had a nightmare when I was taking a nap in front of the stall!"
"What did you dream about?"
Chen Xishuang recalled: "I dreamed that someone scolded me, and kept scolding me, and kept poking my head. The force was so strong and fierce that I felt like my head was going to break off."
Oh my god! I didn't think anything of it at first, but now I feel a chill in the soles of my feet.
Chen Yang pondered for a moment, then turned to Xiao Xiang and asked, "You were sitting at the table last night and drawing the pattern on it, remember?"
Xiao Xiang's face changed, she didn't remember.
When the others saw her like that, their expressions changed, but no one noticed that something was wrong with her at the time.
Wang Kuanyou concluded: "So, it's OK for the person who calls the wrong name, but it's the person who is called the wrong name that will have strange things happen."
Xu Dingyi rolled his eyes and sensed something: "Then this rule is a revenge setting. If you don't like someone, you will deliberately call the wrong person's name."
The atmosphere among the group became a little subtle.
Chen Yang's voice turned cold: "If you deliberately call someone the wrong name, they will do the same to you. Is it fun to keep repeating this and that?"
Xu Dingyi's face turned black and red.
The others remained silent.
Not to mention the people from Laoji Village, everyone who comes to the market here calls them by the wrong name, which means that if you call them by the wrong name, you will get into bad trouble.
Just because Wang Kuanyou is fine doesn’t mean others are the same.
Who knows the mystery here.
It’s better not to try it. Only when you have had enough of living would you want to use this method to retaliate against others.
Chao Jian poked Chen Yang with his crutch.
"That's about it." Chen Yang said to everyone, "You guys can go back. The stall can't be left unattended for too long."
Wang Kuanyou didn't leave: "How did you find out that there were other problems with Jiang Miao's death?"
Several other people also cast questioning looks at Chen Yang.
“I’ve been to the ancestral temple.”
Chen Yang summarized the things inside: incense, cabinets, goods, and bamboo sticks.
60 items of goods, but one dung bucket is missing.
When everyone got together and asked, it turned out that only Xiang Tiantian had sold it.
Once these pieces of information are connected, the answer becomes clear.
Chen Yang drew lots by using bamboo sticks.
Only Jiang Da knows what the ancestor worship ceremony is like, why a commodity has to be drawn out, and what the purpose is.
But Jiang Da cannot reveal it.
Chen Yang's mind flashed back to the time when Liu Shun and the other two came back last night. They must have guessed that the thing they smoked for ancestor worship was related to Xiang Tiantian's death based on the time of her death.
It wasn't clear before then.
After hearing all this from Chen Yang, Wang Kuanyou left without staying any longer. He did not return to his stall, but went to find the twelve villagers from Laoji Village who had set up stalls.
There are two big gingers, six young gingers and four young gingers.
Wang Kuanyou looked at them one by one and asked questions. The only purpose of his actions was to confirm Chen Yang's inference.
It was indeed true that only Xiang Tiantian sold the winnowing basket.
When Wang Kuanyou turned back, he met Xiao Xiang, who had the same idea as him and wanted to ask the three people from the Jiang family in Laoji Village.
"No need to continue, I have checked it all, there is no problem."
Xiao Xiang turned around when she heard him say that.
Wang Kuanyou walked beside Xiaoxiang: "Chen... Jiang Ren probably discovered something unusual last night from Jiang Da."
"I guess the dustpan was something that was drawn during the ancestor worship. It was drawn by Jiang Da."
Xiao Xiang did not continue Wang Kuanyou's topic, but said something else: "His partner..."
Wang Kuanyou looked sideways at her. She had a very ordinary appearance, but a very good temperament. "Why, do you know her?"
Xiao Xiang shook her head.
Wang Kuanyou didn't ask any more questions. He thought that they were not familiar with each other and it was not appropriate to continue. She gave him the answer out of the blue: "Very handsome."
"… "
"Luckily I didn't sell any of them. I had three and I didn't sell any of them."
Chen Xishuang held up three fingers and said, "When I was a child, I sat on a dung basket. My grandfather carried me home on his back. I have feelings for it, so I couldn't bear to put it on the stall."
He clasped his hands together and looked up to the sky: "Thank you, Grandpa, for blessing me."
"This is a mission world, your grandfather is not here." Xu Dingyi wiped his sweat, "In other words, put away those dustpans... dung baskets, and don't put them up for sale."
Da Yan raised a puzzled point: "That was yesterday. Aren't we still going to worship our ancestors tonight?"
"Not necessarily." Chen Xishuang pouted, "Maybe he only worships once every three days. I'd better not sell the dung bucket. As the old saying goes, it's better to be safe than sorry. Anyway, it won't make any difference if I buy one less."
Everyone stopped communicating and went their separate ways.
Xu Dingyi walked towards his stall. As he walked, he silently reminded himself: Don't sell, don't sell, don't sell.
In the end, I just counted the money, took the business, and forgot about it.
When someone came to buy it, Xu Dingyi remembered it and quickly took the dung bucket away from the villager: "Sorry, I don't sell this."
"As a businessman, there is no reason not to sell." The villagers thought he was joking, "You decide how much."
Xu Dingyi sweatdropped: "I really don't sell it."
He pointed randomly at the stalls around him and said, "Go somewhere else. They have it too."
The villager was a rebellious person. If you won’t sell it to me, I will buy it. He slapped his hand on the stall and said, “I want this one!”
Xu Dingyi refused to sell it no matter what.
All the ginger farmers from the surrounding Laoji Village came over, including Chen Xishuang who lived close to him.
Xu Dingyi was shaking with fear. He wondered if Li Ping had been treated the same way yesterday. He held on to the dung basket and kept backing away.
The Jiang people of Laoji Village glared at Xu Dingyi angrily.
"Sell it to him!"
"hurry up-"
"No, I won't sell it!"
Xu Dingyi looked at the villager who was still clamoring to buy it, and his face twisted little by little. He said he would not sell it, so why was he doing this
Chen Xishuang was afraid of the other Jiang people, and he said to Xu Dingyi in a flat voice: "Jiang people, listen to me, if we don't sell it, we will ruin our reputation, and we will all be punished. Otherwise, I will go find everyone and we can think about whether we can have the best of both worlds..."
"I don't care, I'll die if I sell it!"
Xu Dingyi yelled: "I just won't sell it to him!"
Chen Xishuang wanted to persuade him, but after Xu Dingyi yelled that, he knelt down.
The twelve ginger men were punished at the same time, and each of them had a circle of marks on their necks.
Chen Yang touched his neck and swallowed hard a few times, swearing in pain.
Hold.
A terrifying murderous aura erupted diagonally across the street, carrying with it an extremely large amount of negative energy and bloodthirsty aura, like a ghost that had crawled back from the abyss of hell countless times.
The pedestrians in that area finally stopped pretending nothing had happened and they all moved away.
Chen Yang hurried over to deliver the medicine.
Chao Jian ate four pills in one breath, and only then was he able to suppress the cruelty and rage in his heart.
Chen Yang took out a milk tablet and gave it to the boy. He endured the pain while speaking, his voice was hoarse: "Calm down, there is nothing we can do. We will go back after completing the task."
Chao Jian did not peel the milk slices, but simply crushed them through the packaging bag, turning them into powder inch by inch.
Chen Yang listened to the voice and looked at the sinister expression between the boy's brows. His eyelids jumped and he grabbed a few more milk slices and handed them over: "Let me check your neck."
No response.
Chen Yang was about to give up when the young man lowered his chestnut head and tilted it back, looking at him silently.
"How about swallowing your saliva? It hurts a little for me. How about you?" Chen Yang came closer to check.
Chao Jian closed his eyes slightly, his protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down: "It hurts."
Chen Yang had a strong illusion that not only was she feeling aggrieved, but she was also acting like a spoiled child to him. How was that possible? He unconsciously touched his head under his eyelids.
"It will be fine, it will be fine, just go back."