When I returned to my uncle's house, it was already past two o'clock in the morning. Yang Yu patted me on the shoulder, sighed, didn't say anything, but waved goodbye to Duoduo and Golden Silkworm Gu, and drove away. I returned along the village road, and there was no light in all directions, and there was the sound of frogs at the edge of the field, one after another, but it seemed very quiet. However, there are still lights in the uncle's house, and the noisy courtyard has not stopped all day, rubbing mahjong and playing video discs, but there are a lot fewer people. There was a low cry from the shed, and as I approached, my father came out of the darkness with tears on his face.

Lying in the coffin of the shed was my grandmother and his mother. He was busy during the day and had no time to grieve, but at night he couldn't bear to mourn.

He patted me on the shoulder and said back? How's it going?

I nodded and said everything is fine, don't worry. So I followed my father into the funeral shed, came to the black coffin, and knelt on the empty straw futon.

There has always been a saying in our country that a person has to go home to visit within three days after death, so the children have to wait in the funeral tent until his soul returns, so they must be accompanied by relatives and friends every night until they are buried, which is called a wake. My grandmother died the day before yesterday, and it was put into a coffin yesterday (this coffin was prepared for herself by my grandmother ten years ago, and it was placed in the thatched hut at the back of the house. However, because grandma's birthday is most suitable for tomorrow, it is convenient to set it to be buried at that time.

The wakes are in turn, otherwise they will be in charge of the funeral during the day and stay up late at night, and the iron body will not be able to bear it. I saw my father's gray hair and haggard face, and after waiting for half an hour, I persuaded him to go to the house to rest. He was very stubborn and refused, so a few of our younger generations coaxed and persuaded him to send him to the room, and this succeeded.

Returning to the mourning hall, I knelt on the grass futon and chatted with Xiaojing and a few cousins to pass the time.

In the second half of the night, everyone was so sleepy that they found a chair and squinted for a while, and I was in good physical condition, so I insisted on it instead of everyone. I knelt on the ground, but I practiced Qi according to the solid qi technique of the twelve methods, and secretly practiced meditation, and I was not lonely. Duoduo also came out and accompanied me. Of course, she deliberately hid her figure, but it didn't frighten my relatives.

The little old lady on the portrait was lying peacefully in the coffin, and I had already returned to the underworld after I looked at it.

I hope she's happy over there, and maybe reunited with my grandfather.

Perhaps because of the concentration, time passed in a flash, and when the rooster crowed for the first time, Duoduo returned to the Huaimu card, and the clean yard began to be noisy. One after another, people came, and the funeral band, relatives who came to help carry the coffin and carry the flags, and all kinds of people gathered in the courtyard. My parents, uncles and aunts, and the more prestigious elders of the family also began to gather together to make arrangements for the funeral for a while, and they were busy. At seven o'clock, as soon as the iron cannon was fired, the mourning music rang out in unison, and all kinds of dark paper were raised in the sky, my uncle was dressed in filial piety, and walked in front of me with the portrait of my grandmother, while I carried the coffin with the men of the same clan and headed towards the cemetery.

I carried the wood on my shoulders, the heavy coffin pressed against my body, and the cousins next to me looked as usual. They are all ordinary peasant men, and it doesn't take much effort. My mother was worried that I would not be able to do this job at first, but when she saw that my expression was relaxed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The funeral procession, headed by my uncle, each dressed in linen and filial piety, was led by a long hemp rope, stopped and kowtowed after walking ten steps, and then continued walking.

The long dragon of hundreds of meters far away is spectacular.

There were those who cried, but mainly from my grandfather's room, as well as the old people who knew my grandmother well, and the others, howling and howling.

I leaned against the coffin with a blank face, walking and stopping, and I didn't feel good at all.

To tell the truth, I envy the silent and solemn funeral like in foreign movies, with priests and white flowers pinned to their chests, and everyone remembers this deceased person in their hearts; or, like a memorial service, quietly incinerated in a funeral home; In our backwoods, however, burials are prevalent, and everything seems to be a farce.

Of course, this is only the idea of people who have received a new education like me, and in the minds of my parents, such a funeral can be regarded as a grand ceremony.

The cemetery is a hill at the junction of Xinhua Township and Chunlei Forest Farm, where the ancestral grave of the Lu family is, the mountain road is rugged, the sheep intestine path, it is okay to live alone, like us eight carrying coffins, it is a little sad. After a lot of effort, I finally came to the graveyard. Digging the soil, burying it, building graves, tree monuments, and carrying flags...... When it was all done, it was already eleven o'clock.

When I saw the coffin containing my grandmother in the ground, and the villagers pouted the soil and buried it in the pit, my heart suddenly emptied.

One of the closest people in the world has finally left me.

In this world, there is no such little old lady who looks at me with a smile and regards everything I have as her world, her pride, and the continuation of her life.

All dust to dust, dust to dust.

After this time, there was no grandmother, and there was no woman named "Zhao Meier". She will hang it on the wall, or hide it in our hearts.

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The day after my grandmother's funeral, I cleaned up the remaining messes and invited relatives and friends who came to help to dinner, and everything was finally dull.

I received a call at noon, it was from Wu Gang, and the armed policeman who had been rescued by me spoke in a heavy tone and asked me if I had time. If so, please come to the city, he is in a hurry to find me. When I asked if it was about the death of those two comrades, he nodded, and then said that one of his men had died, and had fallen into the pit and drowned. Three people died in a week, and now there are rumors in the team, people are panicking, and he has no idea himself, I heard Ma Haibo say that I am back, please help him.

Without hesitation, I immediately agreed to him and drove to the city.

On the way, I called the trail and talked about the possibility of a comeback for the mules. When I went with the police to encircle and suppress the dwarf mules, Miscellaneous Xiaodao was messing around under Uncle Duan in Jiangcheng, and I also mentioned these things to him. As soon as he heard it, he immediately became interested, saying that he set up a stall in Hongshan, and he was very bored, so it was better to come to my house to join in the fun, and the fat hen of the tiger cat in the province yelled every day to think of his daughter-in-law, and immediately told me your address, waiting to check the water meter.

I ask you if you think there's something strange about this?

He said that of course there is, and it's not a TV series, a bunch of deaths, where are there so many coincidences in this world? It must be that mandrill has been inquiring all the way and tracking it to this point. If you don't believe me, you can go to the scene and examine the corpse and you'll find out.

After chatting with Zamao Xiaodao for a while, I drove for three hours and finally arrived at the station of Wu Gang and their troops.

Their barracks were on the outskirts, with their backs to a big mountain, and Wu Gang was waiting for me at the door.

I saw the recently dead soldier in one of the barracks, and after a long time, I have no memory of his appearance, but this face is so young that it is heart-wrenching. Wu Gang told me that because of the death of those two fighters, he began to be alert, and asked the soldiers who participated in the operation last time not to leave the garrison easily. This newly dead soldier was mysteriously disappeared yesterday and was found at the bottom of a latrine in a nearby farmer's house. In our country, the toilets in the countryside are not exquisite, just build a thatched hut, then dig a pit and put a large wooden barrel, and put two planks on it. When the farmer got up in the morning to go to the toilet, he found a human head exposed in the dung bucket, and he was half frightened to death, so he called the police, only to find out that Lu Dao was their missing soldier.

He also went to see the scene at that time, and he completely fell into it by himself, which really seemed like an accident.

This is what makes people shudder.

There are too many coincidences, and in the end a shadow is formed that hangs over people's hearts.

I looked at the pale face, his body had been cleaned, and there was a strange smell of a faint mixture of shower gel and feces. I seemed to think of him, a young man who walked silently with a corpse on his back, and when he came out of the mountain, he was in front of me, all the way, without stopping. I walked over and put my hand on the top of his head, rubbing it. The heavenly soul has been lost, the earth soul has left, and his soul has returned to the secluded mansion. Looking at the eyelids, I can see that the pupils are divergent, and there is a trace of confusion.

I asked Wu Gang if he wanted an autopsy?

He nodded and said yes, but now the people are panicking, and everyone is uneasy, so he reported to the military region, saying that he was going to send some department to assist. Do you think it's weird? I shook my head and said I didn't know what to do. Look around, there are a few people I don't know, saying I want to be here alone for a while, okay? Wu Gang was rescued by me, and he also lived and died together in the cave, and he knew some of my skills, so he left with everyone. I saw the door close, and released the Golden Silkworm Gu and let it smell it.

The Golden Silkworm Gu circled around the corpse and finally landed on his lower body.

After a while, it flew in front of my eyes with a hair in its mouth. I reached out and took it, and when I held it in my hand, it was a dark green hair, a few centimeters, thick and short.

My memory was a little short-circuited, and after a while, I remembered that his death was indeed related to the dwarf mule.

This kind of hair belongs to the dwarf mule. It's just that...... Didn't he clean it, and how could he still leave this trace?

I went out of the room, handed this hair to Wu Gang, and told him my suspicions, he was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his face, and asked what to do? I said let's do it first, how many people were there on the mission that day? He said that three were discharged, two were transferred out of the army, and those who remained here did not die, except for him, there were only two. I said okay, we'll sleep together tonight, and I'll be with you for the next few days.

As soon as Wu Gang heard my words, he hurriedly thanked him - for him, I was undoubtedly the last straw.

I suddenly remembered something: where did Ma Haibo and the others hand in the corpses of the dwarf mules we captured before?