Chapter 085 Burning Corpses
Second uncle Mo Zhengqi went to pull Fang Nianqiao, and Mo Nanzhou went to pull Chen Yilan, and they finally separated the two.
Mo Zhengqi said angrily, "Half of this city has the surname Fang. If he ignores her, is there no one else?!"
He grabbed Fang Nianqiao's hand and pulled off the gold bracelet that belonged to his wife Sun Lingzhu.
"What are you going to do?!" Fang Nianqiao screamed.
"What do you think? Of course it's a stepping stone!" Mo Zhengqi shook it.
He borrowed paper and pen from the clerk and wrote a letter.
Now that Han Lang is gone, the clerk is looking for Feng Aoqing.
Others may not know, but this person must be a significant figure. Her two children climbed onto Han Lang, and Han Lang was not angry, which shows that their relationship is not ordinary.
He also saw that this family was all from the Mo family.
So he borrowed it, and also reminded: "The second one from the right under the gate is surnamed Fang, he should be from your Fang family. You might as well ask him, I'm afraid it would be better."
When Mo Zhengqi heard this, he hurriedly thanked him and went to find the man.
When the man heard that they were from the head of the Fang family, and saw how poor they were, he was willing to help. He promised them that he would deliver the letter after he was done with his duty and did not want the bracelet anymore.
Mo Zhengqi was very excited that the job could be done without charging any money.
That person also had his own thoughts. After all, the Fang family was a wealthy family in the city of Yantai, so it would always be a good idea to have more connections.
As far as he knew, although exiled prisoners could not leave the team, they could send things. He thought that the Fang family was wealthy and powerful, so they could not be so stingy.
Fang Nianqiao stopped crying, sat down on the ground, and soon began to snore.
Feng Aoqing handed the two Bao'er to Jingtao, went to talk to the peace officer, and left with Mo Mingyuan, Yu Tiannan and a few familiar prisoners.
Mo Beiyuan was worried and followed them silently until they arrived in front of the corpses at the street corner.
"You go and rest! Let us take care of it." Mo Beiyuan said.
"No need." Feng Aoqing didn't appreciate it. Since she had decided to kill him, she would definitely kill him completely.
She took out a handkerchief and tied it around her face, then put on latex gloves so she wouldn't be noticed unless she looked closely. As she approached the first corpse, she heard a squeaking sound, and a mouse emerged from the corpse's abdomen.
Mo Beiyuan was startled and reached out to pull her, but saw Feng Aoqing jump backwards by herself.
He actually forgot that she also had skills, but she just didn't know how to do Qinggong.
"Mingyuan, go to the street and ask those refugees if these bodies have relatives. If so, ask them to come over." Feng Aoqing waved to Mo Mingyuan who was digging a hole.
"good."
"Also! Tell them that the government will give them extra porridge every day, so they won't starve to death. Tell them not to catch mice to eat!"
It was the first time that Mo Mingyuan saw Feng Aoqing’s face look so serious, so he agreed and ran away.
He came back and told Feng Aoqing that these people were moved here by refugees after they died, and no one knew them.
Feng Aoqing walked to the first corpse and examined it.
"Nanzhou, remember." Feng Aoqing called out to the person behind him.
When I turned around, the person was gone. He was squatting not far away and vomiting violently. He had nothing to vomit, so he vomited gastric juice, in extreme pain.
Mo Nanzhou was about to give up this job when the booklet and pen he had just borrowed were snatched away.
When I turned around, it was An Jinge.
An Jinge didn't say a word, but her face was full of disgust, so there was no need to speak.
"No, I'm not scared, I just think it stinks."
An Jinge didn't believe it. She walked to Feng Aoqing and said, "Let me remember it. You tell me."
In order to prove that he was really not afraid, Mo Nanzhou mustered up his courage and walked over again.
"Okay. I'll speak slowly, and you write slowly. Male, about thirty years old, farmer. Features: a half-inch long knife wound on his left forearm, and a circular scar the size of a copper coin."
"Scar...which scar?"
Mo Nanzhou stretched his head to look at the book in An Jin Ge's hand, thinking of teaching her how to write. It was normal that she couldn't write. But when he saw the words she wrote, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
When Feng Aoqing turned around, she saw An Jinge stepping on Mo Nanzhou's right knee with one foot, forcing him to kneel down and scream "ouch".
"What's wrong with you two? This word is not common..."
Feng Aoqing also glanced at the booklet, suppressed her laughter, took the pen and booklet in her hands, then patted her long legs and said, "You...aren't you afraid of the smell...you go, let Lao Er do it..."
The only words that were readable in that booklet were "thirty", "about", and "big and small".
"People don't think much of you in the first place, why don't you at least show them your decent skills? And you're still laughing at others for being uneducated! Aren't you courting death?!"
Feng Aoqing handed the booklet and pen back to him and asked him to stand facing the fence and not look at the corpse.
"I'm not laughing at her. I'm just wondering how someone could write so interestingly! Hahaha, that copper coin, she even drew a copper coin. Oh my god, it's so funny."
Mo Nanzhou laughed while looking for An Jingge, fearing that she would jump down from somewhere and kick him to the ground.
"Write it! Quick!"
"Okay." Mo Nanzhou carefully tore off the page written by An Jinge, folded it and put it in his arms, then rewrote another page.
"Are you afraid that someone will come looking for it, so you want them to know that your family buried the body here?" After he finished writing, he moved to the next body.
"It's not burying, it's burning." Feng Aoqing said calmly.
She had just ordered others to start digging a pit, but they only dug one pit. Instead of burying the people together, they burned them in the pit.
There were five bodies in total, and she examined them one by one, but she only reported the records of four bodies. After examining the fifth body, she stood up.
"And the fifth?"
"There are no marks on my body, so there's no need to remember. You should leave quickly. I'm going to burn soon, and you'll be even more scared." Feng Aoqing replied.
"I'm not afraid! It's the stink!"
"Well, it'll get even stinkier soon. You better leave now! Keep this booklet for that gentleman."
Yu Tiannan saw Feng Aoqing find a piece of rag from somewhere, tear it into several pieces, and then hand it to them. Each person used one piece to cover their mouth and nose, and used the rest to wrap their hands before moving the corpse, so as not to let their skin come into direct contact with the corpse.
Everyone followed her instructions, moved the bodies into the pit, and then turned over the soil where the bodies were originally placed.
After getting ready, Feng Aoqing asked everyone to throw the cloths on their faces and hands into the corpse pit and leave.
When they looked back, a huge fire had already started in the pit of corpses.
The fire attracted the attention of the refugees on Shengqiu Street. Everyone ran out to see what was burning and realized that it was a corpse.
"Oh! How come everything is burned? After these seven days, the ghosts will have nowhere to go and will have to wander around Shengqiu Street!"
"That's right! Rest in peace, rest in peace, what can we do about this!"
"This woman did it! How cruel! Could she be a witch?"
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Everyone was whispering to each other, looking at the beautiful face in the firelight, and felt a chill on their backs.
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