Although he didn't believe the nonsense that Chen Cong had just said, Boss Chen still decided to go to the coffin to take a look, so as not to think about it any more.

In the past two days, he has not had a good rest, no matter what he does, he is very unenergetic, it can be said that as long as he stops and calms down again, his whole mind is the tragic scene of Xiaoli's floating corpse gourd river that day.

It was a very strange day.

It would be fine if Xiaoli drowned accidentally, or if she didn't have so many entanglements with his family, but the real situation is obviously not like this.

Xiaoli's suicide was almost caused by them, and they forced her to death.

The so-called not to do bad things is not afraid of ghosts calling the door, it is precisely because of bad things that Chen Cong shouted over and over again that Xiaoli is not dead and Xiaoli is back, he will be so angry and so frightened.

That's why he decided to come out and take a look, after all, hearing is false, seeing is believing, and opening the coffin to see the corpse is no longer over.

The rain was still falling, and it didn't seem to stop at all, the yard was full of mud poured by the rain, and before Boss Chen could walk a few steps away, a pair of slippers were already covered in mud.

"It's a damn rainy day, it's not over next day!"

Without taking care of the mud sticking to his shoes, Chen Lao walked straight to the center of the courtyard where the coffin was placed. Stopped, cautiously shining a flashlight, he didn't notice anything unusual in the coffin.

The only difference is that the color of the coffin seems to be much darker than before, it used to be a very bright red, but now it looks a little duller, more like the color of blood.

Although he found that the color of the coffin had changed, Boss Chen did not panic, because this seemed to him to be a normal thing, after all, the coffin had been drenched and dried outside for several days, and he would feel strange if the paint did not fall off and still maintain the original color.

I think the reason why he didn't notice this change in the coffin before was because he hadn't paid attention to it all along.

After that, Boss Chen took a look at the ground near the coffin again, and found that there were several pools of red water stained with paint on the ground, and those pools of red water were connected to each other, and under the light of the flashlight, they looked like the shadow of a woman, smiling and waving at it.

Boss Chen knew that he must be scaring himself and his demons doing the trick, so he no longer looked at the red water on the ground, but focused all his attention on the coffin in front of him.

There is no doubt that he wanted to open the coffin.

But thinking about it, it's another thing to really do, after all, he hasn't forgotten Xiaoli's tragic death until now, and if he takes another look, won't it torture him for several days.

But if he didn't open the coffin and take a look, he couldn't rest assured, in case what Chen Cong said was true.

Boss Chen clutched the flashlight hard and fell into a struggling hesitation, but soon he made a decision.

The decision is to open the coffin!

Boss Chen found an iron hook from the corner of the courtyard, and then hooked the gap connecting the coffin lid with the iron hook, and pried it violently, and the coffin lid deviated from one piece.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to put his hand in the coffin.

Although he didn't have the courage to look at Xiaoli's dead face again, it was not difficult for him to reach in and feel if there was a corpse inside.

I don't know if it's raining, the smell of the corpse's decay has been cleaned up, and there is no rancid smell coming out of the coffin after it was opened.

In fact, Boss Chen didn't care about whether the corpse was rotten or smelly, he cared about, or he cared about only one thing, that is, whether Xiaoli's body was still in the coffin.

Turning his body slightly, Boss Chen put a trembling hand into the coffin with a tight face, and slowly went deep into the coffin.

In the process, he seemed to touch the hair of **, and he subconsciously wanted to stop it, but in the end he gritted his teeth and touched it down, and then touched a cold face!

"Ahh

Boss Chen let out an uncontrollable exclamation, and at the same time, as if he had been electrocuted, he quickly retracted his hand, and then gasped with all his strength.

It took him a while to regain his composure, and he grabbed the edge of the lid and closed it again.

And before the coffin was completely sealed, for a moment he also glanced inside, I don't know if it was another illusion, he saw two points of blood-red light.

Then, the lid of the coffin was completely closed.

"Whew!"

Boss Chen breathed a sigh of relief, which can be regarded as temporarily untying this knot in his heart, at least he won't have insomnia today. Moreover, he also decided one thing, tomorrow he will go to Hu Daniu, who makes a coffin in the village, and choose a place to dispose of the body.

He now somewhat regrets not listening to his wife, if the body had been burned and buried, he would not have been so upset in the past few days.

"Hey."

Sighing sadly, Boss Chen looked at the coffin in front of him uncomfortably before returning to the house, and after making sure that there was nothing unusual, he walked back a little awkwardly.

In the cold-decorated courtyard, a blood-colored coffin was lying there quietly, and the rain fell on the coffin, and then turned into a blood-like stream of blood, falling down the coffin wall to the muddy ground.

Inside the coffin, there was a "woman" who was immersed in water, her blood-colored eyes staring at the lid of the coffin that had just been opened.

The long rainy night passed, but the next day there was still no clear sky, and it was destined to be another day full of haze.

Because Boss Chen didn't come to call them, Xia Qi woke up directly from a nap, and when he rubbed his eyes and got up, he found that it was almost afternoon.

His eyes swept around the room, but he didn't find the figure of the cold slut, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Stretching his waist hard, Xia Qi only felt that his whole body was sore, thinking that it was a bumpy toss, and he really only had half a life left before he could start working hard.

"That slut shouldn't be doing his own investigation, right?"

Just as Xia Qi was about to go out to have a look, he happened to meet the cold moon that came back:

"Where did you go?"

"Toilet."

"Toilets? After going to the toilet for so long, are you constipated? ”

“……”

The stinky fart ridiculed Leng Yue for two sentences, and Xia Qi suddenly felt relaxed. What's the use of having a strong appearance? The most important thing is that he is born with a good mouth.

Of course, Leng Yue is also too lazy to take care of him, he can say whatever he wants, unless it is to poke Leng Yue's pain point, he generally will not respond violently.

After getting some water and washing up briefly, they also saw Boss Chen again in the process, looking listless, and his spirit looked obviously much worse than last night.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't sleep very well yesterday, and I didn't get up until now, you wait a while, I'll let my mother-in-law get some food now."

"Don't bother, we came with some compressed food, and now ......"

Xia Qi wanted to say that they had something to go out, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Boss Chen's wife running out of the house crying, screaming vigorously:

"Hurry up and come in and take a look, my son doesn't know what's wrong!"