Chen Yang and Chao Jian met the old black dog again. It stopped them fiercely. It had to be its owner who came over and calmed it down.
"You look quite old, but how come you are still so fierce?"
Every time Chen Yang took two steps, the dog barked even louder, full of warning and vigilance.
The man kicked the dog and said, "What's the point of being tough? If you don't take good care of the house, you won't even know if something is missing from your home."
Chen Yang asked, "Did anything get lost in your house?"
The old black dog tried to run away again, and the man shouted, "Awang, come back!"
The old black dog barked at him a few times.
The screams gradually faded away.
Like a child who was angry with his parents, he hung his head helplessly.
"How many years do you have left to live? You keep running around the village every day. Are you looking for something? Can't you just stay at home?"
The man kicked the dog towards home: "Go back!"
Chen Yang saw the dog looking around frequently and guessed that it was looking for the old man's ghost.
Animals are sometimes more emotional than humans.
Chen Yang looked at the man with the missing ear again. He thought that the missing half of his ear looked like it had been plucked off directly.
Looking at it from such a close distance, the word "like" has been removed.
It was picked directly off.
People can't do it.
Chen Yang swallowed, his neck still hurt a little, and he thought of the Jiang family's punishment.
This person had set up a stall at the market last year or the year before, but was punished for breaking a taboo and lost an ear.
I'm afraid the other disabled people in the village are also...
With so many people, is it possible that the total amount of the task was not completed in the end
Chen Yang was puzzled, what about Jiang Miao? Why were only Jiang Da and Jiang Ren disabled, but not Jiang Miao
Doesn’t Jiang Miao need to be punished
Something is wrong...
Chen Yang was speechless again. Seeing that the man with the missing ear was about to enter the house, he quickly called Chao Jian and found an excuse to follow him in.
The cowshed was empty and the chicken coop was quiet.
The cow ran away.
The chicken is outside and won't come back.
Chen Yang's steps into the room stopped as he stared at the portrait on the long table with wide eyes.
The old man in the portrait seemed to be watching as well.
Chen Yang's entire back instantly got goose bumps: "He is..."
"My father," the man said.
Chen Yang avoided looking at the portrait. He leaned close to Chao Jian's ear and whispered, "The clothes and body shape are very similar."
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Seeing the old black dog wagging its tail at the portrait, Chen Yang said with emotion: "Dogs are very spiritual."
The man was polite enough to pull out a bench for Chen Yang and Chao Jian to sit on.
"Awang was picked up by my father on his way back from his side job, so I became close to him and I am stubborn."
Chen Yang pursed his lips. That was it. The ghost was the old man in the portrait. He rubbed the back of his neck that was exposed outside his collar. “What does it mean to have a side job?”
"Working." Chao Jian was leaning on a crutch, facing the portrait.
Chen Yang's eyes followed him subconsciously. Having someone accompany him to look at the portrait, the discomfort in his heart was slightly alleviated.
There were so many people among them, why did the old man choose Li Ping
Chen Yang asked the man who was bending over to sweep the floor: "What did your father do when he was alive? Did he sell fish?"
The man stopped sweeping the floor and said, "No, why?"
Chen Yang wondered strangely, the old man was not a fishmonger, so why...
He suddenly asked, "You just said something was lost at your house. What was lost?"
The man threw the broom against the wall, looking very angry at the mention of this matter. He didn't say anything and looked a little wary.
Chen Yang sighed: "Although we are from other places, we came to your village to set up a stall. You know the specific reason."
The man's guard quickly collapsed, replaced by avoidance and fear.
Chen Yang comforted him, "Don't be nervous. I mean, it's not just us. There are many people coming to the market, many people..."
The man shuddered and interrupted Chen Yang, mumbling incoherently: "They won't, they don't dare, none of them dare."
Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian's crutch and rubbed it. The vendors and people from other villages were all entangled in the curse. They had to come to Laoji Village during these three days every year. They had to come. They would not do anything to break into houses and steal.
If you do it, it's because the ghost forces you to do it again.
"Only you, it could only be one or a few of you who did it!"
The man's eyes turned red with anger: "My father saved all his life's money, tied it up with a rope and put it under the red suitcase. I didn't even want to spend it, and now it's gone."
"It's all my fault. I forgot to fix the window when I went out." After he finished blaming himself, he picked up the broom and hit the old black dog. "It's also your fault. You didn't take good care of the house. Now look what happened. The boxes have been turned upside down!"
A string of numbers appeared in Chen Yang's mind. His throat tightened, trying not to sound strange in his voice: "How much money did your father save before he died?"
Man: “375.”
Chen Yang took a deep breath.
Li Ping stole the old man's life savings!
"Where would he be?" Chen Yang asked Chao Jian as soon as he went out. He couldn't figure out where Li Ping would be.
Chao Jian said: "The old man's grave."
Grave? Chen Yang's legs went limp. He wanted to turn around and ask the man with the missing ear, but Chao Jian stopped him with his crutch.
"There is a cemetery in Laoji Village, in the southwest."
"Then let's go."
Chen Yang panted lightly and wiped his face, then asked, "What do you think he thinks?"
These people are doing business on behalf of the three members of the Jiang family. Not returning, exchanging or selling is ruining the Jiang family's reputation. Isn't stealing even more...
Chen Yang didn't understand Li Ping's thoughts.
Chao Jian walked towards the cemetery with crutches, and uttered a sentence in a neither fast nor slow manner: "Impulsive, lucky mentality."
Chen Yang paused. It seemed that Li Ping knew that he couldn't sell anything and was doomed, so he took a risk. He peeled a milk slice and ate it, and the bitterness in his mouth was suppressed.
"Who killed him then?"
"Jiang people." Chao Jian's tone was flat.
Chen Yang trusts his partner very much, it seems that it is really the curse of Jiang Ren.
"The old man's behavior is..."
“Remind us.”
"How many people died?" Chen Yang asked himself and answered, "Two."
Twenty-five will become twenty-three, and it will continue to decrease. I don’t know how much will be left after worshiping the ancestors tonight.
Not long after, Chen Yang and Chao Jian entered the cemetery. It was not Qingming Festival yet, and the hangings on the bamboo branches were all from last year and were in tatters.
There seemed to be a sound of crying in the wind.
Chen Yang turned on the flashlight on his phone. In front of him were graves. His voice trembled: "Are we there yet? How... How can I see..."
"Don't pinch me." Chao Jian said in a low voice.
Chen Yang apologized, still pinching his forearm: "Why do I feel like someone is watching us from behind?"
"Psychological effect."
Chen Yang was not comforted at all. The surroundings were extremely gloomy, and the yin energy seeped into his pores: "There are many graves here, and there are ghosts in the graves, and there are also lonely ghosts who have not moved in. One of us is almost paralyzed by fear of them, and the other is on crutches. It is not suitable for us to go forward..."
Chen Yang stepped on something, held his breath and lowered his head to see that it was a small piece of colorful pendant that was blown into pieces by the wind and rain. He pinched Chao Jian tightly, bent down with cold fingertips to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I didn't look carefully when I walked. Let me help you."
Chen Yang tensed his bloodless face, carefully picked up the fallen bamboo branch, stuck it into the soil, patted the dirt off the colorful hangings, and bowed deeply to the grave mound several times.
Seeing that Chen Yang still wanted to kowtow, Chao Jian hit him on the knee with his cane: "Alright."
Chen Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pulled him away.
If Chen Yang hadn't inexplicably entered the mission world, he would never have gone near a place like a cemetery in his life.
Cemetery, the home of the dead.
Chen Yang walked without looking around. The sound of crutches beside him suddenly stopped, so he also stopped. The sound that was about to come out of his throat was immediately swallowed back after he saw something.
There was a figure not far away.
It’s Li Ping!
He knelt in front of a grave.
His head was hanging down, motionless, like a mannequin.
Seeing this scene in the cemetery late at night, one can imagine how horrifying it was. Chen Yang felt his scalp tingling and pulled Chao Jian to walk over with him.
Chao Jian raised his crutch and hit Li Ping's body, but the other party did not fall down and remained in a kneeling position in front of the grave.
"Go touch his pocket."
Chen Yang looked at his nose and his heart, pretending he heard nothing.
Chao Jian hit him with the cane he had used to hit the corpse: "Hurry up."
These two words again, unexpectedly gave him a long-lost feeling. Chen Yang's mouth twitched a few times, and his hands reached into the pocket of the corpse's clothes with trembling hands.
In another scenario, he wouldn't do this.
The cemetery is really not okay.
Chen Yang silently recited the Three Character Classic, his hands remaining stiff for a while.
"No."
I touched both the shirt and the pants, but nothing.
When Chen Yang stood up, he paused. The old man counted the money and talked to everyone. Then where did he put the money
Where did it come from
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly opened, it was the pocket inside his coat!
He opened the corpse's coat with rapid breathing, and there was indeed a pocket inside, close to the chest, bulging.
Chen Yang took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket, tied with a red string. When it was spread out, it smelled musty from the corrosion of time.
The edges and corners of each paper bill are smoothed out.
There were many 1-cent, 2-cent, 50-cent, 1-yuan, 2-yuan notes... There were fewer 10-yuan and 20-yuan notes, and only two 50-yuan notes.
Chen Yang counted it and it was exactly 375, neither more nor less.
Xu Dingyi and Wang Kuanyou are looking for Li Ping.
“The market is really lively.”
Xu Dingyi walked under the red lanterns: "If it were in the real world, I would definitely live there and visit every day."
"This doesn't happen every day." Wang Kuanyou walked and searched, "Let's ask someone. This is not a solution."
Xu Dingyi stepped back immediately: "I don't care! Ask!"
As if remembering that Wang Kuanyou was accompanying him, he laughed awkwardly a few times, scratching his head and explaining his behavior: "I am far inferior to you in this way. You are knowledgeable and eloquent, so you should come."
Wang Kuanyou said nothing and went to ask a villager, "Have you seen Jiang Da selling crucian carp?"
No, I didn’t see it.
Wang Kuanyou asked several people in a row, people of all ages and genders, but got nothing.
"I've searched everywhere in the village, but I can't find it here. Where else could it be? What did I miss..."
Wang Kuanyou looked at the lantern and thought. There was no doubt that Li Ping had been murdered. He wanted to find the body to see if there were any clues.
"Let's go back to the village." Wang Kuanyou glanced at the noisy surroundings.
Xu Dingyi didn't say anything this time. He came out to confirm whether Li Ping was alive or dead. He was still a little scared, and it would be best to have someone to look for him with him.
Before I knew it, the noise faded away and silence filled the surroundings.
Wang Kuanyou felt a little strange. Is the village so far away from the market
A burp sounded next to his ear, distracting Wang Kuanyou from his thoughts. He turned to look at Xu Dingyi and smelled a greasy odor.
Xu Dingyi burped again: "I ate too much."
Wang Kuanyou frowned, but his good upbringing prevented him from complaining. He just said, "Let's go faster."
"I'm walking, I'm walking."
Xu Dingyi panted: "It's so hot, so hot."
Wang Kuanyou began to sweat after hearing what he said. The moisture in the air seemed to have evaporated, and spring became as hot as summer.
After passing a mud wall, there is a small fenced courtyard around it.
"What is that, a stone mill?" Xu Dingyi exclaimed, "This place is really backward. I've only seen that thing in textbooks."
As he was about to take out his phone to take a picture, he suddenly dry heaved and a large pool of vomit spurted out of his mouth.
They are all golden fruit sticks.
Wang Kuanyou saw several small yellow bars on Xu Dingyi's mobile phone fall to the ground and mix with the others, and his face became extremely ugly.
There were no signs of digestion on the golden fruit sticks, and they were still there one by one.
Normal people chew their food before swallowing it, how could it be so intact
Moreover, the golden fruit stick was shiny and not wet, but dry.
You can tell from the look of it that it will be very crispy if you break it with your hands.
Xu Dingyi wiped his mouth without noticing and uttered a long "Ah": "I feel much better after vomiting."
Wang Kuanyou stared at him.
Xu Dingyi asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wang Kuanyou said it was nothing. His heart was pounding, but his face was calm: "Let's go back."
"Are you not going to look for Jiang Da anymore?" Xu Dingyi grabbed Wang Kuanyou's clothes and yelled, "No, we can't go back. We have to look for Jiang Da. You promised me!"
Wang Kuanyou looks like him, gentle and refined, so he can never earn more than Xu Dingyi, who weighs two or three hundred pounds.
"Let me go first!" Wang Kuanyou said angrily.
"Then you come with me to find Jiang Da!" Xu Dingyi shouted with a trembling face, "I must find him, I must find him..."
"Where are you hiding? Where are you hiding... Where are you hiding the person..."
Xu Dingyi's accent gradually changed. It no longer sounded like that of a fat person, but rather like the whisper of a slender boy.
Wang Kuanyou's calmness collapsed in an instant. Fear couldn't be suppressed and welled up in his eyes. He hit Xu Dingyi with his elbow while struggling in the chaos.
"Gurgle"
Xu Dingyi's head fell down neatly, but his tall and fat body was still standing. His eyes were staring at Wang Kuanyou, and his open mouth seemed like he would say something at any time.
run!
Wang Kuanyou pushed the corpse away and ran away.
But he soon saw the earth wall, the fenced yard, and the graphite again.
Ghost wall...
Can’t get out!
Where is the body? Xu Dingyi’s body…
Wang Kuanyou swallowed his saliva with a pale face, and the clothes behind him were grabbed by two fat hands in vain.
"Jiang Ren, let's go find Jiang Da."
When Chen Yang returned, he found out that Da Yan had died, right under Xiao Xiang's nose.
Xiao Xiang was overwhelmed by a feeling of frustration and said nothing.
"Jiang Da and I," Chen Xishuang pointed at Liu Shun and then Wang Xiaobei, "and Jiang Miao. The three of us were chatting outside and only knew about it when we heard the shouting."
Wang Xiaobei nodded with sobs: "I'm sitting at the door of the house... She, she's in the house!"
Xiaoxiang, who was being pointed at, was speechless.
Chen Yang helped Chao Jian sit on the chair, then turned to ask Xiao Xiang: "What was she doing before she died?"
Xiao Xiang: "Wash your face."
Chen Yang glanced at the small table by the wall, on which there was a red porcelain washbasin. He walked closer to take a look and saw a towel placed on the edge of the basin, with a puddle of water dripping next to it.
There is a small mirror hanging on the wall, with a red plastic shell on the back.
Chen Yang is very familiar with this kind of small mirror, as it was the one hanging at home when he was a child. The glass is easy to fall out and the plastic shell is not tight.
There are still two-dollar stores now.
Chen Yang bent over and looked at the mirror, and the self in the mirror was also bending over and looking at him.
It was a common phenomenon, but he felt a chill on his back.
Don't look too closely in the mirror.
Keep taking pictures and keep furry.
"There's no dust on the mirror." Chen Yang reached out and wiped it; it was clean.
Xiao Xiang said, "She wiped it."
After hearing that, Chen Yang no longer paid attention to the mirror. It was normal for a girl who loved beauty to wipe the mirror clean before looking in it. He lowered his eyes to look at the corpse on the ground.
The second one tonight.
There was a light bulb on here and there were several people nearby. Chen Yang's brain worked quickly. He checked the body from head to toe quickly and asked Xiao Xiang first.
"What do you think?"
Xiao Xiang shook her head slightly. She had no idea. When Da Yan died, she was looking at her phone and didn't notice anything.
She had no idea what taboo the other party had violated.
Chen Yang actually wanted to hear something from Xiao Xiang. She had the most mission experience among them, but she was reluctant to speak.
"What about you?" Chen Yang looked at the others.
Everyone responded with a confused and frightened expression. We didn't know what to do.
No one would stare at a corpse for no reason.
Chen Yang could only count on his partner. Before he asked, the other party gestured to him to look at the face of the corpse.
What
What's wrong with your face
Chen Yang squatted down to look at Da Yan, and looked at her from a distance and then closer, but found nothing wrong. He remembered the time when he looked for clues in the shadows at the train station, so he squinted his eyes and then closed one eye.
Da Yan's face seemed a little strange.
Why do I feel asymmetry
The thought in Chen Yang's heart surged in an instant. He blocked her left face loosely and looked at her right face, then switched faces.
“These are two faces!”
Chen Yang's breathing became disordered: "Half of the two people is not her, you guys hurry up..."
He turned his head back and everyone retreated to the door.
"… "
"Jiang Ren, you, you watch it, and tell us when you're done." Wang Xiaobei's face was filled with panic, "We, we won't watch it anymore."
Chen Xishuang's expression was exactly the same as hers.
Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong stood next to the two younger ones, without making any noise.
Why are there so few people? Chen Yang noticed that three people were missing, including Wang Kuanyou, Xu Dingyi, and Qian Qin.
Where did the three of them go
Chen Yang tried to collect his thoughts. Right now, the most important thing was to find information on the corpse. He would ask about their whereabouts later.
There were only three people and a dead body left in the room. Xiao Xiang stood up and walked over: "Where is she?"
Xiao Xiang doesn't pay much attention to other people's appearance.
Chen Yang pointed and said, "I think it's this way."
If it is a flat picture with half of each face, the visual interference will be very small.
But this is not a flat picture, it is growing on the face, with skin covering the bones.
Besides, the shapes of the two eyes are very similar, and the difference is not that one is bigger and the other is smaller, which can be seen at a glance.
Chen Yang really didn't think about this.
The left and right sides of a person's face are originally different, one side is rounder and the other side is thinner, etc. These are very subtle differences that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Chen Yang looked at his partner and asked how he found out.
Chao Jian: "It feels awkward."
Chen Yang asked him to come over and help take a look, but he didn't move and looked like he was tired.
It is tiring to walk on one foot. The ground here is bumpy and hurts the soles of shoes. Chen Yang moved a chair next to the corpse and pulled the person over to sit down.
Everyone who witnessed this scene: "..."
Chen Yang ignored their gazes and asked Chao Jian which side of Da Yan's face was wrong.
Chao Jian was pointing at the same side as him.
Right cheek.
Xiao Xiang did not refute after hearing the two people's answers. She observed Da Yan attentively, and her eyes fell on the mole under her right eyelid.
"The mole is very beautiful, on a girl's face." Xiao Xiang concluded.
Chen Yang looked at her, and there was a name written in their eyes.
Ginger seedlings.
"No, I have a question, how can we be sure that it is a girl?"
Chen Xishuang came in at some point. He stood not too far away and stretched his head to ask: "Can't boys have beautiful moles under their eyes?"
"Yes, I do." He pointed to his teardrop mole.
Xiao Xiang looked at Chen Xishuang's teardrop mole, and then at the mole on the corpse's eyelid. She did not waver, and calmly presented other evidence: "This half of the face is more delicate than Da Yan's own half."
"A boy with a girlish look." Chen Xishuang brought up himself again, "Looks like me."
Xiaoxiang was blocked this time.
This boy is indeed more gentle than the girls, and his eyes are moist, as if water can be squeezed out of his body if you pinch him randomly.
Chen Yang glanced at the delicate little beauty: "So you mean, this half of the face is..."
"Don't! Don't, don't say it!" Chen Xishuang was afraid of the name. He felt it was eerie every time he said it. "I think this is too hasty. We should find some clues to confirm whether it is a boy or a girl."
"Can anyone draw? If so, I can fill in the other half of the face based on this half."
There was silence inside and outside the house, and no one was around.
A good boy with thick bangs passed by Chen Yang's eyes. If a literary youth was here, he would definitely raise his hand with a smile and say "I'll do it, I'll do it".
It’s okay if the painter is here, he is a professional, alas.
Chen Yang took a picture of the half of the face that didn't belong to Da Yan, and went to his partner and asked, "Do you think it's a man or a woman?"
Chao Jian: "Male."
Chen Yang listened to his answer and then looked at the photo. The lines on this half of his face were really soft: "Feeling?"
"Um."
Chen Yangxin has his own feelings, but others may not.
Ultimately, there is insufficient evidence.
Unless the ghost of the ginger man appears before them.
Chen Yang shuddered.
Li Ping was killed by the Jiang people, and so was Da Yan. Anyone who violated his taboos would die.
Chen Yang already knew the reason for Li Ping's death, but what about Da Yan? What did she do to make Jiang Ren unhappy
"ah-"
Wang Xiaobei suddenly let out a shocking scream.
"It's gone!" She stared at where Da Yan was, her lips trembling as she spoke, "The body is gone!"
Chen Yang was not scared by the dead body, but was frightened by her move and broke into a cold sweat. His cell phone fell on Chao Jian. He subconsciously tried to grab it, but his hand was slapped.
There was a crisp sound of "pop".
Chen Yang rubbed the back of his hand innocently: "Why did you hit me?"
"Shut up." Chao Jian threw the phone to him.
Chen Yang stuffed his phone into his pocket and didn't notice that it had just fallen on his partner's embarrassing part.
People inside and outside the door noticed it, but they all tacitly didn't remind him.
"Jiang Miao!" Chen Xishuang broke the delicate atmosphere and criticized Wang Xiaobei with a stern face, "We just experienced this last night. Why are you still so shocked? I almost had a heart attack because of you."
Wang Xiaobei was speechless and choked. The scene of a corpse disappearing before her eyes was something she was not afraid of only in movies.
"It's nine o'clock." Liu Shun outside the door suddenly said.
Zhang Guangrong is looking at his watch.
Wang Xiaobei said: "The village chief is not here, so there will be no ancestor worship tonight."
Chen Xishuang insisted on his own idea: "Not necessarily, we still have to wait and see, it's possible before setting up the stall tomorrow."
Zhang Guangrong turned around and went back into the house, his steps a little unsteady.
Liu Shun looked up at the moon, sighed and shook his head: "Now that we are here, let's make the best of it."
He left these six words and went back to the next room.
Chen Yang was anxious to do something but couldn't think of anything. Jiang Da was under a lot of pressure. When they sent someone to draw bamboo sticks, the goods drawn might be the ones they sold, with a 50% chance.
It's like sharpening a knife for yourself and putting it on your neck.
As for them, the Jiang people and Jiang Miao, they could not participate in ancestor worship, and their life and death were divided equally.
The current situation is still too passive for them.
It would be best to find a way to stop ancestor worship.
Chen Yang asked Wang Xiaobei and the other two in the room where Wang Kuanyou and Xu Dingyi had gone.
"I went to see Jiang Da." Chen Xi answered in seconds.
Chen Yang scratched his forehead. It could only be Li Ping.
"When did you go?"
Chen Xishuang said: "Not long after you left."
"It will probably take a while for me to get back. It's bad that my cell phone has no signal. Otherwise, it would be much more convenient to make a phone call."
Chen Yang knew that Xu Dingyi was afraid that Li Ping had died and that he would be the next turn, so he wanted to quickly determine whether the other party was dead or alive. Wang Kuanyou wanted to investigate for clues.
"What about the other one?"
"I don't know. He's alone, a loner." This is how Chen Xishuang described Qian Qin. He didn't like the cold and aloof academic-type boys because they reminded him of the fear of being dominated by the college entrance examination last year, and the crime of his first love doing splits on the school beauty.
Chen Yang asked all the questions he should ask. He called Chao Jian and said, "Go out for a walk again."
Chao Jian: "My feet hurt."
"Then go back to the house and rest for a while." Chen Yang asked the other three, "What about you guys, what are you going to do?"
Wang Xiaobei pleaded, "I want to be with you."
Chen Xishuang followed closely behind him. He was the only light bulb left: "And me."
Xiao Xiang didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he meant the same thing.
Chen Yang nodded: "Okay, I feel like we will still worship our ancestors today, so I plan to lurk in the ancestral hall, and then we will go together."
"… "
The shoes Chao Jian wore when he entered the mission world this time were not suitable for walking on dirt roads.
Chen Yang prepared a basin of water for him to wash his feet.
Chao Jian didn't want to soak his feet, but he couldn't change his shoes and socks, and they would get dirty after soaking.
"Go to the bar, I have socks." Chen Yang took out two pairs like a magician.
Chao Jian: "Where did it come from?"
"It was neither stolen nor robbed." Chen Yang said, "Didn't I go to the ancestral hall this morning? I picked it up in the bamboo forest by the roadside."
Chao Jian: “…”
He tilted his head back with a stern face and swung his cane at the socks: "Take it away."
Chen Yang dodged the cane: "I'm kidding, I borrowed it from a villager on the road, and I helped him fix the fence beside the wall."
"Although the socks are not new, they smell like mothballs. They have been in the cupboard for a long time. They are okay. They can be used." He gave one of the black pairs to Chao Jian, "Soak your feet. After soaking, change into these."
The two old ones on the kang and the three young ones on the chairs, all five of them were stunned.
"Jiang Da is dead." Chen Yang poured some water to drink.
Everyone suddenly stopped being spectators and their expressions changed drastically.
Now, after crossing out Xiang Tiantian, Da Yan and Li Ping, there are twenty-two people left.
1500 divided by 22 is more than 68 yuan per person.
"Forget it. We still don't know the current situation of the twelve people in the village. We can only determine the number of people after we set up the stall tomorrow." Chen Yang blew on the boiling water in the jar.
The atmosphere in the room was depressing.
Wang Xiaobei covered her mouth and sobbed, Xiaoxiang was facing the wall in deep thought, and Chen Xishuang was still pressing the calculator on his phone.
The two Jiang brothers were smoking on the kang.
This task does not mean that as long as the total reaches 1,500, those who earn a lot will get more, and those who earn very little will get less, as long as the total reaches that number.
It depends on how many people are left when the stall closes, and how much the 1,500 will cost each person.
It must exceed the per capita amount.
This rule does not allow anyone to be lazy or take advantage of others.
To put it bluntly, it is easy to be wiped out.
The closing time for the third day has been given. Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon will be a fight of life and death.
The sound of water in the basin stirred up the frozen air in the room.
Everyone came out of their own world one after another, and their eyes were once again focused on the handsome young man with aristocratic appearance who was soaking his feet.
Originally, they had not thought about soaking their feet, but when they saw others doing it, their thoughts couldn't help but run wild.
He frowned at Jian, and those gazes shifted away.
Chen Yang splashed the water outside. Seeing Chen Xishuang winking at him, he went over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Just let him pour it himself."
Chen Yang laughed: "How can you fall down when you can only walk on one leg?"
"...Okay." Chen Xishuang pouted, "Then when his leg is healed, will he pour you water to wash your feet?"
Chen Yang was puzzled: "My hands and feet are fine, why should he pour it for me?"
"… "
Chen Yang urged his partner to hurry up, as he still had a lot of work to do tonight. He remembered what Chen Xishuang said, and asked in a low voice on impulse, "Will you pour me some water to wash my feet?"
"It doesn't matter." Chao Jian lowered his head to tie his shoelaces.
Chen Yang was quite satisfied with this answer, although he did not need the other party to do so.
When Chao Jian reached for his crutches and stood up, something fell out of the pocket of his sports jacket.
Everyone looked over reflexively when they heard the sound.
They are two Golden Monkey candies.
Chao Jian picked it up as if no one was around and put it back into his pocket. Not long after he went out, one of them went to Chen Yang.
Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong stayed in the house because the village chief might come at any time and they couldn't leave.
Chen Yang and his group of five followed the light to the market.
It was past nine o'clock, but the market was still bustling, and the atmosphere of a night market could be seen everywhere.
Chen Yang smelled the aroma of popcorn and watched the children licking candy figures. It seemed as if this place was divided into three worlds: the market was one, the old village was one, and they were another.
There is a deep dividing line, but they are forcibly put together.
Chen Yang asked as he walked, but no one said that they had seen Wang Kuanyou and Xu Dingyi.
Qian Qin's appearance was not as distinctive as theirs, so no results could be obtained from his questions.
"Will they also..." Wang Xiaobei was about to cry.
"No!" Chen Xishuang said, "Don't fantasize. Those who get into trouble are those who violated taboos."
"What about Da... Jiang Miao?"
“She must have violated a taboo, but we don’t know it yet.” Chen Xishuang pitifully forced herself to remain optimistic. “Anyway, it’s not that everything will go wrong just because she didn’t come back. Everything has its cause and effect… Oh, oh, oh, ok, stop talking.”
Wang Xiaobei saw that Chen Xishuang was about to cry, and the two of them looked at each other with tears in their eyes, remaining silent.
Chen Yang remembered that Wang Kuanyou's stall was closest to Da Yan.
Among them, no one knew better than Wang Kuanyou what happened when Da Yan set up the stall.
Wang Kuanyou may be able to provide clues about why Da Yan violated the taboo.
Chen Yang felt a little heavy-hearted. Wang Kuanyou was an old man and this was his second time doing a mission. He would not be completely helpless when faced with difficulties.
Hope he can survive.
"Do you want it this way?"
A vendor held a piece of cloth and shouted to the village woman who was about to leave: "If you want it, I'll give it to you at a discount. It's late at night and we've been chatting for a long time. What do you think, sister?"
The village woman was also good-tempered: "Okay, then you can make it cheaper."
"It's used to make shoes," Chen Xishuang said when she saw the handsome boy from Old Chen's family looking over there. "My grandma used to make cotton shoes for me. She used that old cloth. She first used flour paste to stick several layers together, dried it in the sun to make it hard, and then cut it according to the shoe size pattern... Cloth shoes don't smell and are very comfortable to wear."
Chen Yang took two steps and couldn't help but look back: "Jiang Ren, what color do you like?"
"Me?" Chen Xishuang ran over like a girl, pointing and telling Chen Yang, "This one, no no no, this one, oh, I like them all."
He hesitated for a long time, picked up one of the pieces and said, "If I like it best, this color is better."
Chen Yang took a picture of the cloth that Chen Xishuang chose.
"What's the matter?" Chen Xishuang was confused.
Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang's eyes and eyebrows shrouded by the halo of the lantern, and thought of Jiang Ren's half of the face. He thought that if he could get the other half together, it would be as delicate as Chen Xishuang.
Perhaps two people with androgynous appearances are similar in some ways in their hearts.
Even if they come from different worlds and different eras.
Chen Yang saved the photo and thought about setting it as the screen saver. Maybe at the critical moment tomorrow, they could use this cloth to please the evil spirit.
Xiao Xiang was walking at the end of the team. She held up her cell phone, looking at photos of the market, then looking at the market, not knowing what she was comparing.
"etc!"
Xiao Xiang suddenly called everyone to a halt, turned around and asked, "Is it him?"
There was a photo on the phone, of a man wearing shabby clothes, very short and fat, with greasy and sagging middle-parted hair, but a face that could be described with all the beautiful words.
It's extremely discordant with him.
It's like... grafted on.
"There is also a mole under the eyelid, and the position is the same." Chen Yang held his phone next to Xiao Xiang's phone, placing the two photos side by side.
Xiao Xiang said confidently: "It's one person."
"So this is what he looks like with the two halves of his face put together." Chen Xishuang was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head. "This face doesn't blend in with the other accessories at all."
That's not right. Didn't Jiang Ren die a long time ago? How did Xiao Xiang take the photo
Xiao Xiang said: "I took these on the day I arrived. I took a lot of photos, including landscapes and people. I just can't remember them at the moment."
As she finished her words, she added: "People are alive, not ghosts."
Chen Xishuang's mind was dizzy. He decided not to make any trouble and just stay quietly, waiting for the boss's analysis.
"Is it the same one?" Chen Yang asked his partner.
Chao Jian: "Yes."
Chen looked up at the person and face in the photo thoughtfully.
Wang Xiaobei pointed at the photo on Xiaoxiang's phone and said hesitantly: "This person..."
"how?"
"I, I think I saw it on my phone, too."
"You took a picture of him too?"
"No, they are not the same one," Wang Xiaobei frantically touched her phone, speaking incoherently, "I'll show you, they are not the same person, the faces are the same, are they twins? How could this be..."
I don’t know what was going on in Wang Xiaobei’s mind, but she couldn’t hold the phone steadily and couldn’t unlock it for a long time.
In the end, it was Chen Xishuang who caught her trembling paws and helped her swipe the screen.
When Wang Xiaobei found the photo, she threw her phone away, screamed and hid beside Xiaoxiang, hugging her arm tightly.
Chen Yang caught Wang Xiaobei's phone in time, and when he saw the photo, he almost couldn't help but throw the phone away.
It's really the same face.
Exactly the same.
Even twins can't do that, it's like being a copy.
The person in the photo taken by Wang Xiaobei is also a male, and he is much younger than the one in Xiaoxiang’s phone.
Their head shapes are different, and their body skeletons and other parts are all different.
These are two people.
But they have the same face.
They are all ginger people.
Two ginger men.
"You all remember where the photos were taken, right?" Chen Yang hung up the phone and returned it to Wang Xiaobei.
"Go find them, now!"