C40 (2/2)

Get to the top of the mountain, get to the yard...

On the mountain, in the courtyard, whether it was a dream, a reality, or a hallucination, I had more or less seen the paper figure from both places.

Perhaps, everything that happened in the village was not only the secret of the adoptive father alone, but the secret of the entire village.

So many things had happened, but things had become even more complicated. When would he be able to see the truth?

I brought Lingling home, sat on the brick bed, and let go of all my exhaustion.

He heaved a long sigh. He could remove the fatigue from his body, but what about his heart? How to unload it?

”Elder sister, don't be sad. The people who are bullying you are all bad people. You are a good person, so you should be happier than the bad people.”

Lingling's eyes were still red, but she was making a face at me while baring her fangs and brandishing his claws.

That cute look made me unable to resist smiling and also made a face at Lingling.

”Waa, sister is smiling. How rare.”

Lingling clapped happily and said. As I looked at the gloomy sky outside, my mind was still thinking back to everything that just happened.

I clearly saw Dalong and his son at the side of the coffin, there's no mistake about it. But if it really is the soul of this mother and son, why do they want to kill?

Weren't the people who came to attend the funeral supposed to be their relatives?

Two women died today, one with the surname Zhang and the other with the surname Wang.

I didn't think these two women would have any grudge against Dalong and his mother, so I changed my mind.

These two women, were they related to the death of Aunt Zhang all those years ago?

It might seem a little ridiculous to transfer his thoughts to this point, but after so many things had happened, it was already ridiculous …

However, this sort of thing was truly untraceable. In a village like this, at this age, let alone a woman, even if men were to gather together, it would be hard to avoid all sorts of gossip and gossip.

If this could be considered as a reason for Aunt Zhang's death, then everyone in the village was a murderer.

Were all the villagers going to die?

Besides, the words that the woman had said before she died clearly showed that she knew something and had seen something.

And all of these had nothing to do with the Aunt Zhang.

There was no clue regarding these matters. The day after the death, Dalong and his son were going to be buried.

After receiving the news, I was a little puzzled. The auspicious day should still be two days later, but the villagers had always felt that it was unlucky to have a new death, so they didn't care about the date and had long buried the coffin.

Actually, logically speaking, the villagers were all very superstitious. They had already decided on the day they would be buried. Even if there were new deaths, they could not be destroyed.

Furthermore, there were families in the village that had good relations with the Dalong family, so logically, these people should not agree.

But this time, they actually accepted all of it …

This struck me as odd, so perverse, as if something were amiss.

He was in a hurry, as if he really wanted to hide something …

Was it to make those foreigners leave quickly?

The two people who had just died were buried as hastily as Dalong's mother and son. They didn't even give any news to their relatives in the foreign lands.

This way, I am even more certain that the villagers want these people to leave as soon as possible.

In less than three days, all of these dead people had already been buried, and it was on that very night that I was reading a book in my foster father's room. Lingling was quietly entertaining herself by the side.

Suddenly I heard a slow knock on the door, rhythmically, as if it had been laid out in a calm manner.

Even so, I still felt a shiver in my heart. It was already night time, and I had already locked the courtyard door from the inside. At this moment, the sound of the door opening could be heard.

How did the people outside enter the courtyard? Did he climb over the wall?

Someone who would jump over a wall to come in, I'm afraid... Could he be a good person?

Even so, I tucked the book under the mattress, took a breath, and went to the door.