Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> Nine Dishui¡¤Corpse Investigation Series (7 volumes in total)

Case Two: Bones in the Wilderness¡¤Twenty

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search for "Nine Drops of Water¡¤Corpse Investigation Department Series (7 volumes in total)" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!

    On New Year¡¯s Day of the new year, the Yunxi Municipal Government launched a measure to benefit the people - the government funded the construction of ditches to divert water from the Sishui River into farmland for irrigation.  For Tubazi Village, which relies on planting as its source of income, this policy can definitely be regarded as a great blessing.

    In the early years of this village, water became a big problem during the irrigation season.  The original method of the villagers was to use pumps to pump out the accumulated water in ditches and ponds for irrigation. However, as the saying goes, water from afar cannot quench the thirst of nearby people. It is certainly unrealistic for a large number of farmland to rely on the water stored in rainfall. In order to ensure production, many villagers  We had to work on a household basis, and several neighboring growers jointly funded water trucks to haul water for irrigation. This undoubtedly increased the cost of planting, and for some villagers with low incomes, it was simply miserable.  It is conceivable that this government benefit measure has really solved many problems for the villagers.

    As soon as the document was delivered to the village, all members of the village committee sat together and studied the provisions in detail. The spirit of the final policy was analyzed by the village party secretary and played on the loudspeakers in the village for three days.  The general content is that there is only one main ditch built by the government that runs through the entire village. If any family's farmland needs to be diverted, they can start digging the diversion ditch themselves now.

    As soon as the news came out, the village exploded.  January itself is not a busy season for farming. The labor force in the village is gearing up to dig ditches. Fools all know that leaving a ditch for water storage at the edge of their own fields will make it much easier to plant anything in the future.

    On January 4th, the morning glow split through the morning fog, and a strong middle-aged man was busy working in the field with a shovel.  Coarse clothes and non-slip gloves are his standard equipment when working.  At this time, he was vigorously inserting the shovel into the somewhat soft soil.  He stepped on the shovel and pushed hard, and a shovel full of loess was thrown beside the field ridge. He was like a miniature excavator, repeating the previous actions one shovel after another. It didn't take long for the soil in front of him to fall.  It was dug to a depth of more than half a person.

    And at this moment, a villager of similar age to him was walking up to him humming a ditty.

    "Shuanzi, you got up early enough." The villager said, taking out a flattened Hongmei cigarette from his coat pocket and throwing it away.

    Shuanzi caught the cigarette with both hands and held it in his mouth, then inserted the shovel into the mound and walked to the villagers in a few steps.  The villager knowingly handed over his half-smoked cigarette, Shuanzi took it smoothly, pointed at the cigarette butt and smacked his lips vigorously.  As the sound of the plug getting louder and louder, the cigarette was lit rhythmically.

    "My family only has one laborer. If we don't finish the work early, if the government builds the canal, I'm afraid it will be too late. Unlike your family, with four farmers, of course you are not in a hurry."

    "Come on, even though the village chief said so, we still don't know about the canal construction in the year of the monkey. Why are you in such a hurry? Just do it slowly."

    "Do it slowly? I think you are not afraid of flashing your tongue. The dozens of acres of land in my family are enough for me to dig for the New Year. Stop talking nonsense here, I have to work." Shuanzi is a straight-tempered person.  If you don't say a few words to your satisfaction, you will make mistakes.

    The villagers obviously knew Shuanzi¡¯s character and had no intention of leaving. They squatted on the field ridge and slowly smoked cigarettes.

    Shuanzi pinched the cigarette, left half of it in his jacket pocket, then took the shovel back from the soil and continued digging the hole.

    Click!  A crisp sound came from the tip of the shovel.  Shuan Zi slowed down the movements in his hands.

    "What happened?" The villager pressed the cigarette butt to the ground and quickly stood up and asked.

    "We dug something." Shuanzi answered honestly.

    "Listen to this sound, could it be a treasure? Dig it out and have a look." The villagers became excited.

    Fifty kilometers south of Yunxi City, the largest group of ancient tombs during the Warring States Period was excavated, so many local villagers unearthed treasures such as pottery shards and ancient coins while farming.

    "Even if it's a good thing, I've dug it up." Shuanzi shoveled a shovel of soil in front of himself in frustration.

    The villagers could not restrain their excitement and jumped into the pit, using their hands to help break up the clay with the bolts.

    "Shuanzi, if you dig out a piece of jade or something like this, you can plant crops in the future." The villager said while speeding up his hands.

    "I touched it." Shuan Zi felt like he had found a treasure, and he grabbed a piece of white stuff and raised it in front of the villagers.

    "Quickly, wipe off the dirt and see what it is." The villagers couldn't wait.

    Shuanzi pulled off the towel around his neck and wiped the dirt on the things vigorously. When the two of them saw clearly what was in front of them,in the ears.

    ¡°Village chief, I¡¯ve invited Dilixian back.¡± Er Laizi said as he carefully helped a man in his fifties get off the motorcycle.

    The man was wearing a set of golden "Taoist robes" and auspicious cloud shoes. He held the Bagua roulette wheel in his left hand and stroked a long beard on his chin with his right hand. He looked a bit like a Taoist.

    "Immortal, please show me whose grave this is." The village chief bowed respectfully.

    The Dilixian nodded slightly and walked towards the pit.

    He raised his eyebrows, glanced into the pit, and then said with a frown:

    "It's not important, it's not important."

    "How do you say this?" Only the village chief here is qualified to talk directly to Dilixian.

    "I'm saying that this person was buried carelessly. He is definitely not a grave that belongs to our Tan family. Did someone in your village hire an outsider to look at the grave?" Dilixian was a little displeased.

    "How is this possible? Generations of ancestors in our village were buried under the watch of your Tan Xian family. How could outsiders be invited over?" the village chief swore.

    Dilixian caught a glimpse of the sincerity on the village chief's face, and did not continue to embarrass him. Instead, he explained: "Look at the depth at which this man was buried. It does not conform to the records of my immortal method at all. According to the rules passed down by our Tan family, this man  It must be buried to a height of three and a half meters. This is in line with the law of reincarnation of "three souls return to the five elements". Look at this skeleton, which is less than one meter. This kind of burial method will definitely destroy generations of descendants. I don't know what mistake this is.  The impostors of the sons of men are pointing blindly at the maze.¡±

    The village chief was speechless because he was recalling whether there was anyone whose grave he didn't know about.

    The Earth Immortal did not rest, and continued: "The human bones have not turned black, which means that the age is no more than five years, but there is not even a coffin board visible in the pit. How can anyone treat their ancestors like this? They are not afraid of being struck by lightning."  "

    The immortals in the field became more and more angry as they talked.

    When the village chief heard what Dilixian said, he quickly came to his senses.

    "Immortal, what are you talking about? There is no coffin board?"

    "Yes, this man was thrown directly into the pit and buried." Dilixian answered firmly.

    "Half-immortals" usually only consider issues from the perspective of their own profession, but the village chief does not.  After all, he is a relatively educated and prestigious person in the village. Although he sometimes believes deeply in folk customs, he is still somewhat more sensitive than the average villager.

    ¡°In a wasteland, people are buried without coffin boards?¡± The village chief frowned and muttered to himself, pacing back and forth.

    Suddenly, he stopped, glanced at the bones in the pit with wide eyes, and shouted: "Something bad happened. Call the police quickly. This may mean who killed someone and buried them in our village!" (Remember  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report