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"Filial piety" is still important in this era, especially when the deceased was an old man with enough men to support the family. This is the moment in life when the voice has the most weight.
Everyone in the family killed her and concealed the matter.
The old man died in a hurry, leaving many traces.
It can be seen that this is indeed an intentional homicide, but it is not an intentional homicide with a long-term plan. It must have a sudden inducement.
"Something disgraceful has happened to you, and it can even destroy your previous "diligence and thriftiness" and "hard work and merit"."
?Strangulation will cause a blue face, bleeding eyes, occasional tongue sticking out, and accompanied by incontinence of urine and feces. It is a very dishonorable way to die.
The old man¡¯s relatives chose to let her die in such an embarrassing way. They must have another interest, which outweighed their awe and remaining family affection for their mother.
"Etiquette and law are more important than anything else. If something dishonorable happens to an old man, is it etiquette or law?"
Ren Yifei does not think that the death of Granny Chunzhi is related to the loss of valuable things at home.
"Why did you die?"
The corpse turned its eyes and looked at him with gray glass-like pupils, as if it wanted to tell him something, but in the end it just shed a tear of blood.
Ajie and Ren Yifei returned to the card game, but they hadn¡¯t even finished a game yet.
Amidst the greetings of everyone, Ajie came off the stage again.
Ren Yifei looked at the mourning hall.
The ever-burning lamp in front of the coffin is still burning, and the white smoke from the incense winds up. The filial sons and grandsons kneel on the ground and burn paper money all the time, and the eminent monks hired at a high price continue to chant sutras.
??The funeral was so beautiful, no expense was spared. Anyone who sees it must say that this is a filial son.
Who knows the filth behind it?
If the 'ghost' is the deceased, will she be willing to do it?
Ren Yifei suddenly smiled: If she was willing, how could she become a 'ghost'?
He originally just wanted to lie there and survive until the end.
But at this moment, Ren Yifei just wants things to come to light and all the truth to be revealed.
Because he is ¡®A Fei¡¯, a boy who is favored by the elderly.
He doesn¡¯t care about ghosts or copies.
"Grandma Haruzhi's death cannot be in vain. For such an old man who cares about the younger generation, she should not have to bear the humiliation and be swallowed up by the etiquette of cannibalism silently.
The murderer cannot accept praise so openly.
¡®Ren Yifei¡¯ doesn¡¯t mind his own business, but ¡®A Fei¡¯ is different.
Actors of the experiential style will suffer from the sequelae of being too involved in the drama. Ren Yifei is particularly serious. He will be deeply affected by the character's character, as if he has become this person, and his way of thinking and behavior are affected.
At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether he was Ren Yifei or Ah Fei.
As the night gets deeper, there is always no shortage of people at the card table, and there is always no shortage of cries in the mourning hall.
Ren Yifei went to borrow three stools, lay on them and looked at the moon in the sky.
There are six people left, excluding the three old players who came back in the first batch, and the remaining ones are Xiaomei, Asong, and Sweeping. Who among them is the ¡®ghost¡¯?
He already had a suspicion in his mind, but he just needed to verify it again. He closed his eyes as he thought about it.
As a squeamish young man whose family background is not the best, but whose treatment is definitely the best, ¡®A Fei¡¯ occasionally behaves in a way that makes people feel uncomfortable, so Ren Yifei tries his best to make himself feel as comfortable as possible.
The emergency sleep of more than three hours before was not enough, he needed sleep.
He fell asleep, and the night watchman passed by him: "You are so old, you still don't know how to take care of yourself." He said and put a single coat on him.
Player Xiaomei also passed by him and made an envious slurping sound.
"It's three o'clock in the morning, everything is safe and sound."
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the hoarse voice of the watchman scratched his eardrums. He woke up, and the world suddenly became quiet.
The card refreshed a message: [Night Two: The secret of the ¡®ghost¡¯ was eaten by rats and ants, just like its heart. ¡¿
Ren Yifei¡¯s eyelashes were like wind blowing across the water, trembling slightly and then calming down: The enemy is in the dark, and I am also in the dark.
It¡¯s the player¡¯s free time again.
"Sir, can I follow you? I can do anything you ask me!" Xiaomei has realized that following old players can get more clues and have more chances to survive.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Tianjiang is the most friendly old player to newcomers.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?He's easier to talk to than the other two, and he's super scary when pissed off.
Fortunately, Xiaomei has a big heart. She thought for a while, I feel like I am alive, so I am alive, so she leaned against the pillar and closed her eyes.
In front of insomnia, death will be like that.
The small courtyard was quiet, and the eldest grandson's daughter-in-law sat on the ground, leaning against the pillar with her eyes closed.
She originally wanted to sleep with her knees in her arms and her head buried in her arms. She felt more at ease in a dark environment. But her big belly prevented her from doing this.
Players will not die because they do not eat, drink or sleep, but they will die because this life is worse than death.
Only the eldest grandson still refused to give up. He walked around the rooms with a frown on his face.
If you can't catch the 'ghost' as soon as possible, you can only wait for the players to decrease one by one to increase the final accuracy.
This is not a good idea, the 'ghost' will become more and more difficult to deal with.
Changsun was distraught and he could no longer control the situation.
There are many players like him who are collecting ghost cards, and the eldest granddaughter-in-law and Tianyou are here for this reason.
If he fails to succeed this time, he is not sure whether he can find the next suitable copy within the specified time.
When thinking of this, Changsun player could hardly sit still.
He stood up and wanted to fight again, but his body was like a dried salted fish and he would not obey the command.
One foot is light and the other is heavy. Changsun player is so tired, like a traveler walking in the desert, his feet are as heavy as lead, his heart and lungs are burning and stinging, and he may collapse at any time.
He passed by the bamboo shed and saw the night watchman sleeping next to him. This delicious and delicious NPC had relaxed limbs and a peaceful sleeping face. He was also covered with a layer of single clothes, which made him feel comfortable.
All kinds of emotions came to my mind at the moment.
¡°It¡¯s great, I can still lie down and sleep.¡± He kicked the bench hard.
I don¡¯t know where he kicked, and the long benches lined up together shook. The outermost bench tilted and fell directly to the ground. The NPC on it was motionless, with half of its limbs hanging in the air.
Changsun spat and walked around elsewhere.
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Ah Fei: There was a player who kicked the npc's bed and he died!
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