Unfortunately, Chu Rong still felt that it was too slow, her stomach was already growling.
"Hey, why didn't there be one or two rabbits and pheasants running in front of me and killing them? Or it's okay to find one or two wild duck eggs, can't they be picked up everywhere?"
Chu Rong complained in a low voice. She had occasionally read those novels before, and she could find everything in the wild in the mountain village. She also thought that the countryside in the mountain village was very beautiful. Only now did she realize that it was all a lie, and even if there was, it would have been picked up by others long ago, and it was not her turn at all.
"Mother, there is someone." Huang Jun'er suddenly called out in panic at this moment.
"There are people, what is it called? Our village is at the foot of the mountain, can there be no one?"
While answering, Chu Rong looked at Huang Jun'er and said something dissatisfied, as if she almost met a prawn just now, which is a pity.
Huang Jun'er paused, and then said: "It's a dead person."
Chu Rong was taken aback, and hurriedly led Huang Jin'er to Huang Jun'er's side, bypassing a big rock, and saw a man lying not far away, with many wounds all over his body, and the blood flowed into the creek , washed down along the stream.
However, there are also many reddish-brown stones under the stream, so the faint blood streaks are not easy to find unless you look carefully.
"Let's go, hurry up. We can't get into a lawsuit. It would be bad to be slandered as a murderer."
Chu Rong's first reaction was to run quickly so as not to get into trouble.
Huang Jun'er took two steps, and said again: "Mother, let's leave like this, if someone sees us leaving in a hurry, and there are dead people here, will they say that we are murderers?"
Chu Rong was taken aback for a moment, she seemed to have such a reason, and she was not the one who killed, so if she was in such a panic, wouldn't she be guilty of a guilty conscience?
"Oh, you talk so much nonsense, you look like a little old man. How can anyone see us in this mountain? Go fast."
Chu Rong still felt that she should leave, as long as no one saw her, it was none of their business.
Huang Jun'er quietly replied, "Our village is at the foot of the mountain, can there be no one there?"
Okay, this kid is too shrewd, he even used Chu Rong's exact words to answer Chu Rong.
Chu Rong looked at her son for a while, and finally could only sigh yes.
"Okay then, let's go and see the dead man, and then go down the mountain and tell Lizheng in the village. I hope it won't cause trouble. We didn't even get dinner, and we don't have time to get involved in the murder case."
As Chu Rong said, she walked to the side of the "dead man" helplessly.
"Don't get too close, don't damage the scene of the crime."
Chu Rong said to her son and daughter. The three of them looked at the "dead man" three meters apart.
Huang Jun'er asked in surprise: "Mother, what is a crime scene?"
"You don't understand, anyway." Chu Rong, who has watched too many TV dramas, is very professional at this time, although she is not a talent in this area at all.
Just as the two of them were talking, the "dead man" moved.
Huang Jin'er immediately grabbed Chu Rong's arm and said nervously, "Mother, I'm afraid."
"What to be afraid of, you just treat it as a dead pig, or a dead mouse or something, nothing to be afraid of."
Chu Rong said directly, she has seen too many dead people, after all, she is also a medical student.
But Huang Jin'er still took her hand and said softly, "He, he seemed to move a little bit just now."
Chu Rong suddenly felt her hairs stand on end.
A dead body and a moving dead body are two different things.
"Mother, he, he doesn't seem to be dead yet, his chest is still heaving."
Boys are more daring, Huang Jun'er quickly said to Chu Rong after noticing the strangeness.
Chu Rong settled down and observed for a while, and it was really not dead.
"There are wounds all over his body, and he is still injured like this. Is this man a superman?" Since it is not a zombie or something, Chu Rong is not so afraid, and can't help guessing the identity of this man.
The man was wearing a tight-fitting brown coarse cloth jacket and a pair of straw sandals. Looking at his clothes, he should be an ordinary farmer. However, there were many stab wounds on his body, blood, sweat, and stream water were mixed together, and the wounds were turned out, because after a long time, they all began to fester. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com