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Father Chen was waiting quietly at the door in his wheelchair.

There wasn't even a light on in the room, only a cigarette butt held in his hand flickered a little light from time to time.

Father Chen saw the two brothers entering the house and lowered his voice: "How?"

Seeing that there was no one in the hall on the first floor, the two people quickly turned around and closed the door. They pushed Father Chen's wheelchair into the bedroom next to them, closed the door, and turned on the light. Only then did Father Chen notice the horrified and undecided expressions on the faces of the two brothers.

Father Chen urged again in a low voice: "How did things go? Did something happen? Where is the old beast's urn?"

Chen Xiaohu took the cigarette butt from Chen's father's hand and took a deep puff, which relieved the panic that had been holding in his heart just now.

Chen Dahu is two years older than Xiaohu, has experienced more things, and has more sophisticated methods. When he was walking on the road just now, he had already thought of several countermeasures. Now that he was talking about the matter, the expression on Chen's father's face became wonderful. stand up.

He scolded Chen Xiaohu harshly, "You little beast, what are you doing to cause trouble? How many years does Chen Aiyang have to live as a widower and childless?"

"It's okay now. If you kill him, one life will be exchanged for another life. Is it a loss?"

Chen Xiaohu knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to talk to him.

Chen Dahu helped explain: "When we were digging the grave, we alarmed this old beast. He came over with a shovel and fought us hard. If we don't get rid of him, we can't dig the grave."

"Xiaohu just struck too hard. Who knew this old guy wouldn't be able to withstand a stick? Now that things have happened, it's useless to blame Xiaohu. The key is how to deal with the aftermath."

Father Chen said coldly: "You didn't meet anyone on the way back and forth just now, right?"

Chen Dahu explained: "We paid attention when we went there and didn't meet anyone. When we came back, I didn't even dare to turn on the flashlight."

Father Chen said: "That's good, there is still a chance to make amends."

At this moment, the three of them gathered together to review tonight's operation, and immediately noticed several loopholes in it.

Chen's father said thoughtfully: "Chen Jianguo's urn is made of wood. You threw it into the pond together with the box. This is a big loophole. The box will definitely float. When daybreak, the villagers discover the destroyed Chen Jianguo's tomb. The first thing that comes to mind is us, what two idiots.”

Chen Dahu said: "I will go down to the pond to pick up the urn and burn it directly in the stove at home later."

Father Chen's eyes fell on the wooden stick that Chen Xiaohu had erected by the wall. Under the light, he could clearly see that one end of the stick was stained with blood.

Father Chen pointed at the wooden stick and said: "This wooden stick is a murder weapon. We will burn it together later. We must not keep it."

"Also, Xiaohu will rush back to the coal mine overnight. Our whole family will agree that Xiaohu will leave home and go to the coal mine after dinner. Without my instructions, he will not come back for the time being and leave now."

Chen Xiaohu had gotten into many troubles. At this moment, his family helped him make up his mind. Without hesitation, he directly put a pack of cigarettes in Chen's father's hand, took the flashlight in Chen Dahu's hand and turned around to leave.

Chen Dahu is also preparing to go out to retrieve Chen Jianguo's urn.

Father Chen suddenly grabbed him and warned him, "Recall carefully again. Did you hear anything when you were going up the mountain and when you were going down the mountain? Or is there anything else you missed?"

Chen Dahu shook his head and said: "It's really gone. Even if old guy Chen Aiyang dies on the hillside, who will know that it was us? Maybe it was a thief or a bandit. There is no evidence of death, so don't worry too much."

Father Chen sighed, "I always feel that this matter is not going so smoothly."

Chen Dahu hesitated for a while and then put forward a new suggestion, "How about letting Xiaohu run away overnight, far away."

Father Chen's face, which had just turned cloudy, turned gloomy again, and he took a deep breath at the ground, "Idiot, what year are you in now? Can you run away?"

Chapter 254 Fire

Father Chen pondered for a while, the ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

He reached out from his arms to touch the cigarettes habitually, and found that the cigarette box had been taken away by Chen Xiaohu. He immediately ordered Chen Dahu: "Don't panic, go to the drawer and get me a pack of cigarettes."

Chen Dahu frowned because he couldn't understand why Chen's father still insisted on smoking. He was taking off his clothes and was about to go into the water to retrieve the urn.

After Chen's father lit the cigarette, he just stared at the dark night sky outside the house in silence.

Chen Dahu had already taken off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear. He urged from the side: "I'm going to get something now."

Father Chen glanced at him, "Wait a minute, why are you panicking?"

Chen Dahu is almost 38 years old. Compared with Chen Xiaohu, he is definitely mature and reliable, but in front of the experienced father Chen, he seems a bit immature.

He said dissatisfied: "It's been a long time now, why are you not in a hurry? Take it back and burn it now while no one is around."

Father Chen yelled again: "I just had some thoughts, and you interrupted me. You idiot, the later you go out, the safer it is. Why are you panicking? That thing can still run in the water?"

"Then what good plan have you come up with?"

"First go get the urn, then go to the hillside, bring half a barrel of kerosene from the backyard warehouse, and burn the hut in the forest. Remember to carry the body back to his house before burning it. Put it on the bed in the bedroom so that everything is safe.”

Chen Dahu was stunned.

Compared to being vicious and sophisticated, Father Chen is better.

This is a direct destruction of corpses and traces.

Chen's father is like Gou Jian, who has been living on hard work. Over the past few decades, only he knows his bitterness and resentment. His hatred for the old Chen family can almost overflow from the air.

The Chen brothers were also influenced by what they heard and saw before they targeted the old Chen family like this.

Speaking of Potian, what's wrong with avenging his father?

Although Chen Jianguo ran away and died, this debt is still recorded on the old Chen family, and they will not stop until the old Chen family is wiped out.

"By the way, after you pick up the urn, return it to him again. Return the jade intact to its original owner, and fill back the soil in the grave. Anyway, no one goes to the back mountain at night, so you have plenty of time to do it slowly. "

Father Chen flicked the ashes from his cigarette and once again came up with a vicious plan.

Chen Dahu was very busy tonight, and he regretted why he sent Chen Xiaohu away in advance. If his father could have come up with such a vicious plan in advance, there would be no need to worry and panic before.

Sure enough, having an elder in a family is like having a treasure.

Chen Dahu split the murder weapon wooden stick into several pieces with an axe, handed it to Chen's father to finish, and then went out with a flashlight and half a barrel of kerosene.

It went well.

It's about eight or nine o'clock in the evening. At this time, the way of leisure in rural areas is very simple. There is no Internet and smart phones (Apple has not yet introduced them). You either watch TV at home, close the door and play with your baby, or make a baby with your wife.

There are a lot of mosquitoes outside, and there are no street lights in the village. It's pitch dark when you go out. Who can run outside?

Chen Dahu was holding a kerosene bucket in one hand, an urn in the other, and a flashlight in his mouth. He was naked except for a pair of underwear. He felt a little cold while walking barefoot on the back hill.

He dared not turn on the light.

I would rather kick and bump on the rocks with my bare feet than dare to turn on the light.

Once people are found committing murder and arson in rural areas, they will definitely have to eat peanuts.

Although Chen Xiaohu took it out temporarily, he didn't want to lose himself.

Chen Dahu first went to the fence garden and unexpectedly found that the door of the hall was open. He put the kerosene barrel outside, turned on the flashlight and took a look, and couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Two bodies lay side by side in the middle of the hall.

One is human and the other is cow.

Even in the late autumn weather, Chen Dahu felt that his teeth began to shiver, and a cold air surged from his body.

There was only one thought in his mind, didn't Chen Aiyang fall beside the grave?

When did you crawl back?

There is also this cow. The ground is full of blood. Could it be that this cow has become a spirit and knows that it will be buried in Chen Aiyang's body?

How can this be?

Chen Dahu quickly retreated into the fence garden, swept around and picked up a wooden stick from the ground. The timidity in his heart was gradually replaced by hatred and cruelty.

"If I'm not afraid of you while I'm alive, will I still be afraid of you after I die?"

Chen Dahu gritted his teeth and entered the hall again with a flashlight.

He first poked Chen Aiyang's ankle with a wooden stick, three times in a row, each time with more force than the last. The body did not move at all, and he gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stabbed the old buffalo next to him with his hand.

After poking it twice, I seemed to see the old buffalo's tail swaying.

Chen Dahu bravely stepped forward and touched it, and found that the old buffalo still had body temperature, and immediately knew that the buffalo was not dead.

Although he has not yet figured out why a man and a cow are lying side by side in the middle of the hall, and why there is a circle of soybeans on the ground, this does not prevent him from acting according to the plan.

Chen Dahu bent down, picked up Chen Aiyang's body, and moved it to the bedroom next door.

When he returned to the living room again, he discovered that the old buffalo's head on the ground began to shake.

Chen Dahu picked up the wooden stick and stabbed the old buffalo in the butt twice again, and shouted: "Get out quickly, don't blame me for not reminding you, you can't stay here for a while."

Chen Dahu didn't expect a cow to understand what he said. The reason why he said this was to embolden himself.

After all, the scene I saw tonight was really weird.

Another thought was that it was a pity that a live cow was burned to death. I didn’t want to take advantage of the opportunity. It was unrealistic. There were only a few buffaloes in Chenjiadun, and it was clear which cow belonged to whose family. You can't steal something.

He simply felt that it was a pity to be burned to death. This was the simplest thought in a farmer's mind.

As soon as Chen Dahu took back the wooden stick, he saw the bull's head move, and turned his head directly. A pair of big blood-red eyes stared at him blankly. The eyes were like a living person, full of hatred and anger.

The whole body of the cow suddenly trembled, and it tried to get up from the ground. After a pair of front legs staggered and knelt down, its hind legs could not move hard. It was like a drunk person, whose body and soul were not in sync with each other.

Chen Dahu threw down the wooden stick and left directly.

He didn't even have time to think about why there was a wound on the cow's neck and why the cow looked at him so unkindly.

The task tonight is very heavy and there is no room for any mistakes.

Chen Dahu then came to the nearby mound, buried the urn again with the shovel that Chen Aiyang had lost nearby, and carefully returned it to its original owner.

Half an hour had passed since he finished his work. He returned to where he was picking up the shovel with a flashlight and found a heavy mark in the grass on the ground.

"This old guy's vitality is really tenacious. He didn't die and crawled back by himself."

Chen Dahu finally figured out the logic behind why Chen Aiyang's body appeared in the hall.

He took a shovel and a flashlight, followed the traces of Chen Aiyang's body being dragged back bit by bit, and buried the blood stains on it with sand.

Even if Father Chen had a brilliant plan, he would not have expected that such a flaw would be left at the scene.

This time it was really foolproof.

When Chen Dahu returned to the wooden house again, he found that the buffalo in the hall had disappeared. Chen Dahu had no time to care about these minor details. He followed Chen's father's suggestion, poured kerosene all over the wooden house, and then lit it with a lighter. A bundle of straw was thrown into the bedroom.

This fire will wipe out all traces, including Chen Aiyang's body.

The temperature on the hillside was much cooler than at home. Because of the wind, in order not to leave any holes, Chen Dahu turned around and ran after watching the fire. Within 5 minutes, Chen Dahu successfully returned home.

In the kitchen in the backyard, Chen's father boiled hot water alone for the first time.

When the two met again, Chen's father just looked at Chen Dahu, who nodded with joy.

Chen's father said: "You can wash your body with hot water in a while. Be careful not to catch a cold. Wash your body clean. After washing, push me out to watch the excitement."

Ten minutes later, the entire Chenjiadun villagers were alarmed.

Everyone stood on the dirt road at the end of the village, pointing to a fire on the hillside behind the mountain and talking about it.

Chen Ergou's figure appeared in the crowd. He clapped his hands and shouted: "What are you looking at? Take out the buckets and basins at home and come with me to put out the fire."

A villager chimed in and said, "Save a hammer. It's been burning for a while, even if everything inside the house is burned, it's gone."

Chen Ergou stamped his feet and said, "Chen Aiyang is still living inside. No matter whether we can save him or not, we must save him. Do you understand?"

Another villager suggested: "It's better to call the police."

Suddenly there was a voice in the crowd, "Even if you want to call the police, you have to go to the scene to understand the situation first. What time is it now? The police at the police station and the public security bureau also need to rest. They may not come tonight."

Everyone looked around and found that the person who made the sound was Father Chen.

He sat calmly in the wheelchair, and Chen Dahu helped push the wheelchair.

Seeing that Father Chen's opinions were quite pertinent and even a little enthusiastic, everyone thought of the grievances between the Chen brothers' family and the old Chen family. For some reason, goosebumps appeared in their bodies.

I don't know who asked in the darkness: "Where is your little tiger?"

Chen's father said: "After dinner when I came back in the afternoon, Boss Cai from the coal mine called him and said something happened. He left without putting down his chopsticks."

Chen Ergou immediately stamped his feet, "That's it. Let's bring water in containers first, and come up with me to have a look. First, make sure Chen Aiyang is okay, and then call the police."

About another 10 minutes later, seven or eight villagers carrying wooden buckets and washbasins, panting and following Chen Ergou, appeared in front of the wooden house. Only a piece of scorched earth was left of the previous wooden house, and nothing was left.

A burst of hot air followed the mountain wind and rushed toward everyone.

Chen Aiyang's wooden house was originally built of wood. It is mainly located on a hillside. The terrain is special and it is very inconvenient to transport cement bricks. Another reason is that there is no money. It is cheaper to build it with wood, and the materials are in the back mountain. It only costs some labor fees.

Chen Ergou plucked up the courage and shouted several times around the wooden house, "Chen Aiyang, are you there? Give me a squeak."

I shouted several times but no one responded.