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7. Joys and funerals (7)
Ren Yifei pursed his lips and had a basic judgment in his heart, but he just needed to verify it.
As he was about to get up, he saw with a sharp eye a pair of black cloth slippers in the gap under the door. The uppers were made of rags and the soles were thick and thin.
Chunzhi's mother-in-law's shoes?
Ren Yifei, a man with very poor fighting ability, came back with his waist on his back.
He sat down on the stool, ready to wait for dawn. He can always go out at dawn, can't he? Maybe we can get some useful clues?
Ren Yifei is full of anticipation. He saw two nights in a row, and he wanted to see the day.
"Oh"
Accompanied by the clear sound of chickens, Ren Yifei bent his eyes: dawn …. Huh?
The lovely eyes were frozen in the face in the middle of the bend.
The whole hall twisted for a moment, like a TV screen stuck. When he returned to normal, A Liang in front of him was refreshed, smiled and said to him, "punk is here for the vigil again?"
Ren Yifei:.
Again?
What again?
Will you look me in the panda eye and say that again?
Ren Yifei's whole face is going to twist with the funeral hall.
Liang didn't notice that Ren Yifei was unnatural. He said to himself, "I feel much more comfortable after sleeping."
Koko, God's fucking Rest.
The mood of looking forward to the dawn was too high, but now with disappointment, the pain of staying up late returns to the body again.
He didn't stay up all night, he stayed up three nights!
Ren Yifei only felt that a hammer was hammering nails into his head, but he still twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed: "I don't know how to spend the night, and I didn't have a good rest during the day."
"didn't you have a good rest during the day?" Ah Liang sat down beside Ren Yifei and said, "Why are your eyes still red?"
Ren Yifei rubbed his face and looked bleak.
Ah Liang thought for a moment: "later you move two, no, you move three benches to build a cot, quarrelling is better than no sleep at all."
Xiao Mei passed by with water. She couldn't help glancing at the two npc with red eyes like rabbits.
She didn't sleep all night.
Xiao Mei also tried to take a nap on Slack Off, but as long as she closed her eyes for more than a minute, npc shouted: Xiao Mei! Xiao Mei! Xiao Mei!
Exhilaration?!
But tm, be a man!
Fear is replaced by the pain of insomnia, one moment, Xiaomei wants to set fire to the funeral hall, come on, die together!
"Xiaomei -" the middle-aged woman called her.
Xiao Mei's face became darker, and she clenched her teeth and replied, "I'm coming."
Today is still wake night, everyone drank a bowl of porridge with a lot of water as usual.
The players finally couldn't bear it and mixed in with npc's bad eyes and poured half a bowl of bean water. This half of the bowl is still restless. Npc is looking for trouble if he has nothing to do.
Ren Yifei ate bean cake with bean porridge, very sympathetic: if they continue to eat or sleep, they may not be able to survive the 'ghost'.
Poor player, but luckily he is npc.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom first." When playing cards, a young man couldn't hold back any longer and hurried to his feet.
Ren Yifei saw that it was Ah Jie. Among so many people, it was presumptuous to count him too much. He rolled his eyes and stood up, playing Yawn: "I didn't feel it if you didn't tell me, but all of a sudden I want to go to the bathroom."
"Oh Brother Fei, you're not afraid of the dark, are you?" Jie winked at him.
"screw you, who's scared?"
Ah Liang, who was playing cards, raised his head and said, "if you want to go, what nonsense?"
The two men fought all the way to the backyard.
Pull open the bamboo shed door of the hut, inside is a toilet, just close to smell a smell of urine.
The young man called Ajie put water in it. Ren Yifei was outside, as if he had nothing to say: "I really didn't expect it."
"what?"
"Ah Jie, when those uncles talked about Chunzhi's mother-in-law yesterday, they had the wrong expression. Hey, do you know what's going on? My mother won't let me pry. "
Ren Yifei said in an aggrieved tone: "how old do you think I am?" What can't I know? I don't think there's anything that other people don't know. "
"ahem," said Ajie, breathing a little less. "since your aunt won't let you know, don't ask around."
"Oh," said Ren Yifei's voice with a hint of mockery, "so you don't know."
Ah Jie "bang!" He pushed open the door, fastened his belt, and shouted with a red eyebrow, "who says I don't know?"
"then tell me about it." Ren Yifei challenged him.
"that's all I know. Don't say I said that." Jie looked around and said, "come here."
The two men pulled to one side of the bushes, and the shadow of the tree came down and fell on their dark clothes.
When he got to this side, Ah Jie hesitated again. He shrank his neck and moved to Ren Yifei's side. His eyes looked around. Maybe he could be surprised by a little movement in the wind.
"come on, who is your brother Fei?"
Hearing this, Rao was frightened, and Ajie could not help rolling his eyes: I was really worried.
"I heard," Ah Jie lowered his voice, "Chunzhi's mother-in-law was hanged."
Hanged?
Sure enough, as he had guessed before. But what about more details?
"all right, how come." Ren Yifei said half of it, and his eyes were aimed at Ah Jie, leading him to say more information.
"I heard about it, too."
A Jie coughed and continued to lower his voice and said, "that night, the house was a thief." Someone saw a shadow turn over the wall, in which Chunzhi's mother-in-law scolded bitterly. No one expected that she would be gone in the middle of the night. "
Ren Yifei picked his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "after entering the thief, did anyone see Chunzhi's mother-in-law the day Chunzhi's mother-in-law died?"
Ah Jie thought for a moment: "I don't know, and Chunzhi's mother-in-law didn't like to go out in the past." Do you want to listen to me go on? "
"you go on." Ren Yifei said he was all ears.
"after Chunzhi's mother-in-law died, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and kept her head on her back. They said they had resentment in their hearts. I was afraid that something good had been stolen, and my family complained that I was so angry that I was hanged to death. " Ajie rubbed his shoulder as he said, "that's what happened anyway. I don't know anything else."
Look up?
How can you look up?
No matter hanging or strangling, it will not form a posture of looking up. Unless the deceased keeps his head up after death, it is difficult to correct after the formation of rigor.
Ren Yifei looked at the backyard caged with the moon veil, and his eyes passed through the material world and reached a place that no one else could see.
His' world'is spinning fast.
The setting boards of the old house, trees and courtyard walls were removed one by one, and he 'reappeared' in Chunzhi's mother-in-law's room, and a white exercise fell from the tall beam.
An old lady hung on it, with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, her head slightly raised, her eyes red with a glass lens in the middle, hollow.
He was standing next to the body, looking at her.
This is the thinking space he built in his brain, which belongs to his world.
Ren Yifei likes to speculate on characters and conduct simulation exercises in his own world.
In this world, he is the creator and controller of everything.
It takes at least two days for the stench to form, but the stench begins to dissipate on the first day of the wake.
Ren Yifei reached out his hand and dialed the word time of death forward one day, that is, the day after the burglar came.
There was a difference of at least 12 hours between the real time of death and the disguised time of death. It was impossible for the families of the deceased not to know, but they concealed it and pretended to be hanged.
Chunzhi's mother-in-law must not have been hanged, but after her death, she raised her head and was disguised as hanged.
It takes four hours for rigor to form, seven or eight hours for rigor to form, and 23 hours for rigor to begin remission. Because it is summer, but also the elderly, lack of muscle strength, so the time will be ahead of time.
Therefore, the time from the camouflage hanging to the real time of death is more than eight hours, less than 23 hours. And, in the process, the deceased held his head up until the body was stiff.
Under what circumstances will the deceased keep his head up until rigor is formed?
"the recliner."
There is an old man's recliner in the corner, which is the one in Chunzhi's mother-in-law's room.
Ren Yifei walked over and sat down slowly, leaning back and lying on it.
There was something protruding like a pillow on the back of the recliner, diaphragm to his back.
Ah Fei is a freshman of more than 1.70 meters, but Chunzhi's mother-in-law will not be so tall. This bulge may just hold her neck, coupled with the backward bending chair, the head can be slightly raised.
After her death, she kept this movement for more than four hours before she formed this kind of rigor.
What was her family doing at that time?
A few members of the family, it is impossible that no one found her death, why did they not collect the body of the deceased at the first time, but chose to ignore it, and finally even conceal and disguise it?
Mother-in-law Chunzhi, how did she die?
There was no blood in Chunzhi's mother-in-law's room, and there should be no obvious abnormality when Chunzhi's mother-in-law's body was found.
From the point of view of thinking inertia, it is most likely to be strangled under the guise of hanging.
He lay motionless on the recliner.
A hemp rope stretched out of the darkness, wrapped it around his neck and tightened it.
Ren Yifei struggled desperately, and another black shadow came out, trying to hold down his struggling hands and feet. Death frightens him, and he struggles instinctively.
The old lady's strength is limited, and all she can use is her hands and feet, so he kicks and scratches her fingers. His fingernails left scratches on the handrails and even scratched a few shadows.
The shadow.
The back of the middle-aged woman's hand appeared in front of him, with obvious scratches on it. It just formed a scab, and it looks like it was scratched in the past two days.
The shadow looked up and had a face. It is the face of the middle-aged woman in the funeral hall, her face against the light, less simple and honest, more ferocious and terrible.
So the one who strangled him behind his back.
Ren Yifei looked up and saw an equally honest but ferocious face.
The owner of this face is kneeling in front of the coffin, crying over and over again about the pain of 'the son wants to raise but cannot wait'. In his tears, how much is guilt, and how much is remorse?
Ren Yifei waved his hand, and the rope, shadow and recliner all dispersed.