The phone was picked up by the person behind, and the villagers took turns looking at the screen, with shocked voices in their mouths.
"Impossible, my Pan'er, how could you...?" Qian Motu couldn't stand it anymore, and burst into tears. In fact, Li Pan'er in the video is too miserable.
"Sister." Li Panchuan and Li Panyi cried into tears.
Li Wushu took the phone and watched it for several minutes before handing it back.
I took the phone, swiped the screen to freeze the screen, and then held the phone to Qian Motu and said, "Sister Qian, please read the birthday characters behind these five straw dummies. Do you think you are familiar with it? "
With that said, Qian Motu's cry stopped, and her teary eyes came to me dimly. Looking at the picture, her eyes were a little confused.
Qian Motu's sons and daughters are on the left and right, and some curious villagers are next to him.
"Is this the birth date? But, I don't understand it." Qian Motu wiped his tears and looked at the picture carefully, becoming more and more confused.
I nodded and said softly, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, there are many old people in this room? Who will do the conversion and tell Sister Qian, what year, month, and day these five dates are?"
"Let's get old."
The old lady, who was almost a hundred years old and almost losing her teeth, stood up, and the two middle-aged women hurriedly supported her.
I walked over and held my phone in front of Li Wushu's grandmother.
After watching the screen for a while, the old lady's eyes changed again and again.
"These five dates are..."
She calculated it, and slowly said five birthdays.
Qian Motu and her two children were stunned, and all the villagers were stunned.
Li Wushu was suddenly excited, and ran up to me a few steps, pointed to the screen of the phone, to be precise, pointed to the straw dummy that had been pierced with three needles on the far side and shouted: "This is my son Li Baohu's. Birthday Eight Characters!"
"boom!"
Like a thunderstorm, it suddenly exploded in the house, and all the villagers turned blue from the shock. Presumably, his eyes are tweed.
Qian Mo came forward with trembling fingers, pointing to the other side, the dummy whose body in front was filled with steel needles, and said with a trembling, "This is my dead husband Li Fangyang!"
She moved her fingers: "This is my own birthday horoscope. The man and woman next to Pan'er are my children Li Panchuan and Li Panyi. God, here's fake
People, including our family of five and Li Baohu, what's the situation? Master Jiang, did someone curse us six? My husband died unexpectedly when he was building a road. Does it have anything to do with this? "
Qian Motu's eyes were almost crazy.
I watched her deeply and slowly said, "Sister Qian, you keep saying that Li Pan'er died of suicide, but in fact, she died of a curse. To be precise, the fetus in her womb was cursed."
I moved my finger, the video was adjusted to the dead baby, I showed her a few times, and then the surrounding villagers for a while, and said in a solid voice: "Before the fetus in Li Pan'er was cursed and killed, it was too much. It’s painful, so, holding Li Pan’er’s internal organs with my hand was very devastating. This is the real cause of Li Pan’er’s death. After that, her body was sealed in a straw dummy and erected on the table of the evil spirit stone statue for three years. I have been under the power of the curse, and I will not be able to live in peace after death."
"Sister Qian, I need an explanation. This is inconsistent with what you said."
I pointed to the picture of the dead baby, and my tone became severe.
Everyone stared at Qian Motu, with surprise and doubt in their eyes.
"No, no, why are you looking at me like this? Pan'er is my child. I grew up with her, gave her the best conditions, and ate the best food in the family. Our mothers worked hard, Earn money for her to go to university, and all supplies are given priority to Paner. She is my widow’s hope."
"Even if she came back with an ignorant belly up, that was my beloved daughter. I am her mother. Do you think I killed your own daughter? Master Jiang, you don’t think so too. Bar?"
Qian Motu almost went crazy, howling to distinguish, looking at me in disbelief.
I looked at Qian Motu deeply, and said in a dark voice, "Sister Qian, it’s not whether I believe you or not, but that what you said does not match the facts. You need to give the big guy an answer, because Fengcun has his head down. It is directly related to this incident three years ago, so in order to find a way to relieve the surrender, it is necessary to figure out how Li Pan'er died, and who is the culprit?"
Li Wushu frowned, and a very obvious Sichuan character pattern appeared there. He took a few steps forward and said in a condensed voice: "The sheep's family, Master Jiang is to save the life of the big guy. If you cover up something
, Just confess to the truth as soon as possible, don’t look, more than a dozen people have died? If you postpone it any longer, the bee village will be gone. "
"My mother will not harm my sister, don't talk nonsense."
Li Panchuan and Li Panyi were angry and protected Qian Motu from letting the villagers approach.
Qian Motu's expression became very strange. She suddenly separated the children's arms and faced me and said, "Master Jiang, anyway, I will never harm my daughter. Really, the big guy must believe me. I am. No cursed baby was found, let alone Pan'er died on it. She disappeared suddenly that day, and then our big guy found a suicide note on the edge of the sinkhole. The villagers all followed and participated in these things. You are talking, don't you think? , Didn’t you see it with your own eyes?"
Qian Motu turned his head to look at the villagers inside the house.
"Yes, it was the big guys who helped to find that day. The suicide note was also found in the Tiankeng. I thought Li Pan'er jumped down, but why did her body appear in the cave?"
"It's a wicked one, who would do such a thing? Do you curse six people together? Back then, the death of the sheep-herding brother was really because the curse failed?"
People whispered and talked about it, and they were all confused.
I suddenly asked, "Sister Qian, you said that Yulong Yujue was thrown into the sinkhole that day. If you think about it carefully, was Yulong Yujue really thrown down?"
"Master Jiang, what do you mean by this? That day, the big guys saw me throw Jade Jue with his own eyes. Will this be fake?"
Qian Motu blinked his red eyes, his face was full of suspicion, and everyone looked at me puzzled.
"If what I expected is not bad, the thing you throw away may be a fake, not a real yulong jade. This is also the reason why I didn't stupidly dive into the deep water of the tiankeng to salvage it."
I was scared to death.
People's throats seemed to be blocked by something, and for a while, they looked at me in astonishment, but couldn't speak.
"Counterfeit? Master Jiang, you can eat rice but you can't talk nonsense. How can you be sure that the thrown away is a fake of Yulong Yujue? It's hard to convince people just by guessing?"
Li Wushu shook his head, not believing what I said.
People like to believe what they see with their own eyes, but they don't know that sometimes what they see is not all true.
(End of this chapter)