weird world corpse

Chapter 416

Qingniu Village is shrouded in a shadow at this time, because the village head who has been stationed in Qingniu Village for many years has passed away.

According to the rules of Qingniu Village, the corpse needs to be buried in the mourning hall for three days before it can be buried.

The village chief's family has no children and only one wife to accompany him, and he doesn't even have any relatives.

Because they were foreigners, the villagers were not willing to accept them at first. As time went by, the village head gradually established his prestige.

In the clean mourning hall, the old woman was wiping tears in front of a board.

On the board lay a pale body, as white as a sheet of paper.

The villagers were quite afraid and kept away.

The reason is simple. When the villagers arranged for the village head's funeral, they found that the village head's eyes and mouth could not be closed.

Until now, the corpse was lying on the bed, its eyes still staring round.

"Don't be too sad." The middle-aged man patted the old woman's shoulder and said, "Everyone is mortal. Birth, old age, sickness and death cannot be reversed."

"What does Yunlong City say?" The old woman wiped away her tears and asked, "The village cannot live without a village chief."

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "I just came back from Yunlong City, and they said they will arrange someone to come over soon."

The old lady hummed, stopped talking, and looked at the corpse on the wooden board with dull eyes.

The middle-aged man sighed and walked aside silently.

There is a tragic atmosphere in the mourning hall, and a young man suddenly arrives outside the village.

The young man had a cloth bag on his waist and a wooden box on the other side. When he saw the village, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's here." After pondering for a moment, the young man raised his foot and walked in.

This person is none other than Fang Mu.

Since the middle-aged man left, he followed all the way until he stopped in front of this village.

His idea is very simple, come and see if it is weird, if not, then forget it, if it is, it is exactly what he wants.

After entering the village, it was dark inside, except for a slight light in one place, which was very conspicuous.

Fang Mu didn't hesitate, and moved towards the light.

After walking for a while, we arrived at our destination, a mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, there were about a dozen villagers staying inside, the most eye-catching ones were the crying old woman in front of the board, and the standing middle-aged man.

Fang Mu's arrival did not attract their attention, and he did not make a sound to disturb, but looked at the board.

The white corpse on the wooden plank looked horrific.

"Ahem..." Fang Mu coughed, which attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers.

"It's you, why are you here?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Even the old woman stopped crying and looked at Fang Mu with puzzled eyes.

The middle-aged man explained: "He is the one who paid for my meal in Yunlong City."

Everyone was stunned, but they were still confused.

Could it be that he came here to ask for a bill?

Several villagers silently took two steps back to reduce their sense of existence.

Fang Mu stepped forward and said with a smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm here for the autopsy."

"Autopsy?" The middle-aged man asked strangely: "Aren't you a writer of story books? Why did you become a writer again?"

Fang Mu took out the wooden box, patted it lightly, and said: "Writing scripts is my hobby, and it's also a sub-job. This is my main job. How can I eat just by writing scripts?"

The middle-aged man nodded subconsciously: "That's right, those who write story books these days will starve to death."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he reacted.

That's not right, why was he leading the rhythm, he said he was a stalker, could it really be a stalker?
Not only the middle-aged man has such doubts, but even the surrounding villagers have expressed their confusion.

Fang Mu found an open space, opened the wooden box, and took out the items in the box one by one.

"This is for dissection, this is for virus detection, this is for..."

Following Fang Mu's explanation, the villagers felt shuddering.

Such a professional, it must be the author.

Everyone works with the dead, so normal people are right to be afraid.

After Fang Mu introduced them one by one, he took the things back and said, "Do you trust me now?"

The middle-aged man was a little scared, nodded, and asked, "But why did you come here?"

Fang Mu pointed to the corpse on the wooden board, and said, "You don't think that thing is normal, who can't close their eyes and mouth after death?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone showed a shuddering expression.

They were trying their best to avoid thinking in that direction, but after saying this, they couldn't control themselves.

Fang Mu said again: "So Yunlong City sent me to find out the reason. If there is no problem, then everything will be fine. If there is a problem, it is not me who came, but the arrest."

"it is good……"

The middle-aged man had no choice but to agree.

"No! No one can move!"

Just then, a voice rang out.

Fang Mu looked at the old woman with interest, and said, "Why?"

"Qingniu Village pays attention to burial!" The old woman stopped in the middle and said, "When my husband was in office, he never took a step sloppy. He has made so many contributions to the village, why can't he leave his whole body?"

When the villagers heard this, they also spoke one after another.

"That's right, the old village head is very conscientious."

"We obviously have no problems, why did you come to investigate us? Does Yunlong City just distrust us so much?"

"The dead are the most important. If there is no body after death, there will be no peace after death."

……

The villagers talked one after another, and the originally quiet mourning hall became noisy.

Fang Mu frowned and said, "Quiet, are you trying to rebel?"

The evil spirit rose from Fang Mu's body, suppressing all the surrounding villagers.

Fang Mu didn't speak until the villagers became quiet.

"Such a strange death, you don't even suspect it at all, just because he has done a lot for the village, we should give him justice, he is speaking for the dead."

As soon as this sentence came out, the surrounding villagers stopped talking because there was no way to refute it.

Fang Mu also sighed, this feeling was both familiar and strange.

He also couldn't remember how long he hadn't been in this business, and he hadn't said the phrase "Wu spoke as a dead person" for a long time.

In the final analysis, this world is too dangerous. In fact, he also wants to live his life in peace.

"Alas..." The old woman sighed and stepped aside silently: "Check it out, I hope to find something too."

Fang Mu didn't say any more, and walked to the board with the wooden box.

After opening the wooden box, he skillfully put on homemade gloves and gently touched the skin of the corpse.

Fang Mu frowned, without any reaction, the village chief's corpse did not trigger the corpse touch technique.

(End of this chapter)