After waking up, the supernatural boss was pampered by his wife

Chapter 92

Although the words are very good, there are still some villagers who are ready to move and want to drive them out.

Fu Yunting's eyes were abnormally cold. If this matter had been left in the past, he would have resolved everything by force.

He didn't pay much attention to the Mo family who was once ranked number one in Jiangcheng, let alone this group of ignorant villagers, even if they were all silenced, they would not cause any hindrance to him.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and the old village head finally spoke.

"Okay, since Pu Shu said so, let's give him a face, you stay here first, repent your mistakes, if you really can find the murderer, I will definitely not let him go, I will use him blood to worship the willow god."

This passage got responses from many villagers, and even the bodyguards brought by Fu Yunting and Ye Chuang looked at each other in blank dismay.

At this time, An Muxue suddenly discovered an abnormal situation. Why didn't Zhao Wenman show up at the scene?
After thinking about it quickly, he looked up at the village chief, "Shall I go see Mrs. Yan now?"

The old village head looked displeased, Zhou Pushu quickly stood up and spoke, "Don't everyone suspect that they did it, let them find clues on the corpse, maybe they can solve the mystery in everyone's mind."

With some reason, the old village chief reluctantly stepped aside.

A few people walked into the room. The room that used to be full of laughter and laughter was now cold and dead silent.

There was a straw mat on the ground, on which Xiaojie's body was placed, it was empty at this moment.

Next to it was a single shelf made up of two wooden stools, on which Aunt Yan's body was lying, and her clothes had been changed.

A blank piece of paper was pressed on Zheng's head, and some runes were written on it. I don't know what kind of runes it was, and his body looked very stiff, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Who was the first to find the body?" An Muxue didn't think too much, turned around and looked at the village chief and asked.

The village chief's tone softened, and he shouted at the crowd, "Er Gouzi, come here quickly, someone is asking you something."

Not long after, a man in his prime ran in.

After entering the door, he nodded politely to the three of them, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you the first to discover the corpse?" An Muxue asked, her tone very calm.

"Yes, yes, it's me." Er Gouzi nodded quickly, and then continued, "It's scary to say, I went to work in the field early this morning, and I saw something hanging from that willow tree from a distance. I thought it was some child who was playing around and hung up some kite or cloth, but when I got closer, I found that it was a person."

"Then when you saw the corpse, did you find any unusual things around?" Ye Chuang asked suddenly.

"An unusual thing?" Er Gouzi scratched his neck and shook his head, "No, I was terrified at the time, and when I saw that it was Mrs. Yan, I was paralyzed in fright. Later, I The villagers who hurriedly shouted together got the man out of the tree, and when the situation was urgent, I even lost one of my shoes.”

As he spoke, he deliberately moved his feet, and it could be seen that the colors of his two shoes were indeed different.

"That means from the moment you rescued Sister-in-law Yan from the tree, no one has touched her until now, and she still maintains the posture of being hanged?"

Fu Yunting also spoke from the side, he seemed to think of An Muxue together.

"Yeah." Er Gouzi nodded again and again, "She wore all the clothes on her body. Xiaojie's death hit her hard. We have been with her for the past two days. She told us yesterday that she has accepted After this incident, and we are very tired, we need to rest, so let us all go back, but such a tragedy happened without thinking."

Well said and logical.

Even smoothness made An Muxue suspect that he was always by Sister-in-law Yan's side at that time.

"Okay, I get it."

An Muxue winked at Fu Yunting while speaking.

Fu Yunting nodded in understanding, then walked to the door on crutches, looked at the bodyguards and said, "From now on, I will surround Mrs. Yan's house, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. If there are any intruders, they can be killed .”

After speaking, he took out the gun from his waist and shot into the sky.

"Bang" sound.

The villagers, who were aggressive just now, all wilted like frost-beaten eggplants in an instant.

This is a real guy. Although they have never seen it in the village, they know that this kind of thing is terrible.

At the moment of life and death, they still know which is more important.

Only then did An Muxue return to Aunt Yan's side in peace of mind, and began to examine the corpse carefully.

There are no signs of struggle on the body, and the clothes don't show any signs of damage. Could it be that a young man has prepared a shroud for himself so early?

This does not make sense.

Just as An Muxue was deep in thought, Ye Chuang came to her side, glanced at Aunt Yan's body, frowned and said, "Her clothes... don't seem to fit well."

"What?" An Muxue glanced at him, and then she turned her eyes to Aunt Yan.

After Ye Chuang's reminder, An Muxue suddenly realized something was wrong.

If a person prepares for his funeral early, he will definitely prepare something that suits him very well, but Madam Yan's clothes are obviously two degrees wider, and the sleeves are a bit too long, as are the trousers, which are obviously not made according to her height. of.

Fu Yunting also came to the side, thinking for a while, "But the style of the clothes is indeed for women, and there are probably not many people in this village who are about the same height as Mrs. Yan."

"I still want the older ones." An Muxue suddenly took the words, her eyes were extremely serious.

"Why?" Fu Yunting didn't understand what An Muxue meant.

An Muxue squeezed Mrs. Yan's shroud with her hands, "The material of this dress is high-quality, and its texture is relatively fine, and its style is a bit retro. It should be something that old people would like. I think this old man should be happy to prepare this shroud.

But what I can't understand now is that this kind of thing generally has a special meaning, why would someone take it out for another person to use? "

Ye Chuang thought for a while, "But there are many old people in this village, if we investigate one by one, when will we go?"

"No need at all." An Muxue took the words again, "Although shrouds can't be sloppy, the village is poor after all, and it's already a luxury for the villagers to have a full meal. How could they have so much spare money to buy such a thing? shroud."

Fu Yunting glanced outside the door, and saw that the village chief was talking to the villagers with his back turned to him.

With a flash of inspiration, he asked, "How old is the village head this year?"

(End of this chapter)