Otherworldly Merchant

“Lou, go and drive.” I patted him on the shoulder canal.

“Hey!” the young man rushed out quickly with a sharp promise.

“Master, where are we going?” When I got in the car again, Lou's divine colour grew more and more respectful.

At first, he respected me only because he was assigned by Mr. Guo to show me the way, ostensibly out of condoms. But after passing the scene at Ma's compound, this guy got a little more respect from the outside, or fear.

“Go to Zhang Wujin's house. ”

Xiao Lu Yilun, some surprised to look at me, but didn't ask anything.

We went to find Zhang Wujin first. Heard he was dead and thought it was just an accident.

But with the death of Ma Hanxian, especially the extremely abnormal death, the cause of Zhang Wujin's death can also be very problematic!

It was too sudden to hear Zhang Wujin's death. I didn't think about it many times. Now that I look back at the fat woman's words, I immediately find something wrong!

She said she saw a five-pound window for a drink the first night, but the next morning, it got cold.

This is obviously a little weird!

Even newly born babies take at least five to ten hours at room temperature to cool down gradually. Also, Zhang Five kilograms had a lot of alcohol the night before. In bacterial decomposition, the cooling time would be even longer. At least when they found it in the morning, it would definitely not be cold.

In other words, if it wasn't for that fat woman lying, it would be Zhang Wujin's problem!

Soon we returned to the village where Zhang Wujin lived.

It was already 10 pm and there were a lot of idle people sitting under the trees, chattering about the family.

I jumped out of the car and pretended to ask where the Zhang Wujin family is.

The villagers also told me that he had died the morning before yesterday.

Another villager said that he followed Zhang Wujin's body to the car, and he mentioned in particular that his body was particularly cold and his hands were frozen across several layers of clothing, as if it were big ice.

Thanks to the villagers, I asked Xiaolu to turn around and go back to the city. After returning to the city, I sent him away and took another taxi to the vicinity of Zhang Cun.

Now that something is wrong, we must not let go of any detail, let alone trust anyone!

I stood on the ground and took a piss, watching the taxi go far away, and I head into the cropland and head west of the village.

In the morning, I came here once. Zhang Wujin's house is the first room in the west of the village.

I took a closer look, and there was no one around, and I quickly jumped over the wall and into it.

It seems that this five kilograms of land has been feng shui for a living on a weekday basis. Farming is not a problem at all. Half of the land in the small courtyard has not been reclaimed, and the yellow and green weeds are flourishing.

I bowed my back and slowly leaned towards the building, near the window I was about to pry, but found a piece of ash at the corner of the wall.

From the traces on the ash, it should have been completely put out by the rain before it burned.

And I dialed it up, and I looked at it, and it had a bundle of bamboo strips, and it was covered with half a piece of burnt white paper.

What the hell is this?

I kept picking it up for a while and finally recognized it.

It's a kite!

Bamboo kite on white paper, not too small from this skeleton.

But why would he burn it?

I thought about it for a while, and I didn't think of any reason, so I jumped in the window lightly and gently.

Though Zhang Five kilos has been dead for two days, the house still smells of stinging wine and there is a large empty bottle of wine piled up at the corner of the wall.

Looks like Zhang Wujin didn't scream for nothing. He's a real alcoholic.

The house is new, the paint on the doors and windows is still bright, but the two rooms are empty, nothing. If he wants to, he has no children, not even a home.

Once a person dies, something slightly useful may have been taken away by other villagers long ago.

After a lap, I found nothing, and my eyes fell on the empty bottle again.

There are two types of bottles: locally produced imitation dried white and white, and beer.

But I found a problem!

That is, Zhang Five pounds probably doesn't drink beer.

Because the dust on the white wine bottle is new and old, you can basically tell the order from the dust trail.

But there are only two kinds of dust on the beer.

One is slightly more, probably between one and two months, the other is almost free of dust, and there is still some wine left in the bottle, and several flies are still dying.

Judging by the time, it should be right before and after his death!

The fat lady next door said she saw him drinking wine against the window, but didn't say she was drinking with someone else.

I kept checking the empty bottle and found another problem!

The iron lid on the beer bottle and the plastic lid on the white bottle are all marked with toothmarks, but the two are completely different.

If it's the habit of a normal person to bite any bottle lid, it's bound to be with one tooth. There is no white wine on this side, beer on the other side makes sense. In other words, my guess is correct. One person did drink with Zhang Wujin twice in a row, and drank with him just before he died.

But Fat Lady didn't know whether she meant it or not, and she never mentioned him.

Looks like I'll have to check next door, too!

I thought I was about to get up and I found something else under the dust.

A pile of oily, numbnutty little pieces of paper, some with some pepper shells on them, sniffing close to the nose, which smells like bad barbecued chicken or roasted duck.

It should have been discarded at will after wiping your hands.

At first glance, expanding the paper group is actually a manual.

Instructions for the recorder.

This shouldn't be premium either, the instructions are just a 32-open piece of paper.

Strangely enough, the exact same instructions say there are four or five. Why would he buy four or five exactly the same radios together?

I circled around the house again and doubled it carefully until I made sure there was nothing new to discover before turning away.

Jump out of the window lightly and close the window. I was just trying to figure out a way to go to Fat Lady's house next door and sweep that pile of kites again.

All of a sudden, I seem to remember something!

Looking in the northwest direction, I turned on my phone and looked at the local weather forecast for the last few days, and I finally figured it out!

No wonder Zhang Wujin made Xuan Dynasty, as soon as he entered the construction site, he pretended to spit blood and turned away. Turns out he made the haunting of the construction site.

The white ghost in the sky is the kite he sent out! The ghost crying in the worksite is his pre-set time radio.

No wonder Huang Dawang said that the rain in the middle of the third day cast the ghost all over the cave, turns out the kite paper was sprinkled.

The ghost screamed less and less. I couldn't hear it on the third day. Turns out this thing is out of power!

But what's the purpose of this guy acting like a ghost?

Just to show his talent, can he know in advance that this is a very shady place, is there a ghost out there?

But you know, you can't get rid of it, and you're even forced to take a bite of old blood and turn around, and you can't show how good you are, let alone promote your reputation, can you?

And what about the cause of his death? Why is it cold all over like ice?

His body has been refined and cannot be found at all.

Looks like the only clue left is the guy who drank beer with him that night!