Bai Qiuwu's analysis is not groundless.
She could tell from the beginning that the village chief had a more stable hatred than anyone else. The concentration of the steaming black mist was almost as much as that of all the others combined.
So, if there is really a problem in this village, the village chief must be the leader.
And he is the kind who has participated in real events, otherwise he would not have attracted such great hatred.
So when I moved into the village chief's house, my first thought was to see if I could just sit back and wait.
This village chief was indeed extraordinary. He came up with a powerful bomb right away. There were at least dozens of lives on the wedding quilt, and the old quilt had wrapped corpses before.
This is nothing, it can only be regarded as rabbit bait in the process of waiting for the rabbit to come to you.
Then the rabbit really came, and it was very ferocious, and rushed straight towards Pu Xi.
How could Pu Xi have the merit to attract such a hatred as that of the village chief? Why would this enthusiastic girl let go of the village chief, who was likely guilty of a heinous crime, and go to a stranger like Pu Xi?
That doesn't make sense.
Therefore, Bai Qiuwu decisively ruled out the possibility that this girl was here to find Pu Xi. Then why did this girl rush straight into this room?
And the key point is that this girl seems to want to go to bed and share the bed with Pu Xi. After ruling out the possibility that Pu Xi has special personal charm, the only problem left is the bed.
So the question is, why is there a problem with the bed?
Bai Qiuwu decisively began to study the bed, and after listening to her analysis, Pu Xi suddenly realized and breathed a sigh of relief.
This physique that is particularly attracted to strange things is obviously something that only the protagonist of the novel possesses. Pu Xi felt that he should not be so unlucky.
Now I realized that the problem was with the bed, not myself, and I suddenly came back to life.
She also began to actively help Bai Qiuwu look for it.
This is just an ordinary broken bed. If you have to describe its characteristics, it is probably that it is particularly broken.
These earthen kangs in the countryside all look the same and don't seem to have any special features, but after careful study, the two of them gradually discovered something wrong.
Bai Qiuwu stared at the pitch-black color on the broken bed and suddenly said, "The color here seems to be wrong. It seems to be a little darker than my side."
Pu Xi was stunned when he heard this, and he also hurried to observe carefully. It was not enough for him to observe by himself, so he also pulled netizens together. He kept holding the camera in his hand and never put it down. At this time, he was also taking pictures directly at the wall.
Thanks to this extremely expensive camera, netizens were able to clearly see the high-definition images.
Suddenly all the comments were speculation.
What's with this color? It looks like it's covered in dust. Is there some village custom of smearing dust on the bed? To pray for good fortune and ward off disaster? I've seen this kind of strange custom in many small villages, and it's usually just feudal superstition.
How could such even marks be applied? If applied, there would definitely be a sense of layering. To me, this looks like it was burned. This light layer... looks like it was smoked on.
[What you said earlier makes me think so too. There was a fire in my hometown, and the cement walls had this color. It was very thin and even. If you wipe it with your hand, you can still see a thick layer of ash, which is the mark of the fire.]
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Pu Xi had been holding the camera in his hand and was watching the live broadcast and the screen. When he saw these comments, he quickly spoke out to remind Bai Qiuwu.
Upon hearing this, Bai Qiuwu applied it on.
Sure enough, there was a thick layer of ash on my fingers.
"It really was burned." Bai Qiuwu was a little surprised. "It's strange. This place is so smoked. The fire must have been big, but there are no traces on the house. Did it get repainted?"
As she spoke, she began to look at the wall next to her.
This one immediately revealed something was wrong.
"It's really interesting that the walls of such a shabby room are new. Have they been newly painted?"
As she spoke, she put her hand on the wall and scraped it hard, scraping off the white outer wall. Sure enough, she saw the black wall inside.
"Sure enough, this house has been on fire."
Bai Qiuwu looked at the black smoke marks that were exactly the same as those on the bed and realized something.
"I think that lovely, enthusiastic girl may have died in this room, burned to death."
She made a bold guess: "It is said that people with deep obsessions will never be at peace even after death, and will always be trapped in the place where they died."
"But this girl's hatred is probably too strong, so she can leave here and seek revenge elsewhere, but her nature keeps her coming back to this place where she died."
When Bai Qiuwu said this, he didn't really mean it. His attitude was very casual, as if he was joking.
But Pu Xi shuddered when he heard it.
He stared with wide eyes, almost in horror, at the bed he had just lain on, trembling with fear: "She, she, she, no, it's on this bed..."
Bai Qiuwu looked at his frightened face, which had turned pale, and after thinking for a while, he decided not to tell him the cruel truth directly.
She comforted him tactfully: "Not necessarily. It's just what you think. Relax and don't scare yourself."
Although this must be the truth, it would not be good for Bai Qiuwu to scare Pu Xi to death, so forget it.
Pu Xi was relieved when he heard this. He was no longer shaking like a Parkinson's patient, and his brain was back to normal, so he could continue his analysis.
"So, this woman should be related to the village chief?"
"Yes." Bai Qiuwu nodded: "There should be no doubt about this."
"In this case, the identity of this woman is much easier to guess. She is either the village chief's daughter, the village chief's daughter-in-law, or a relative of the village chief."
"Now that the scope has been narrowed down, we should be able to find out tomorrow."
Pu Xi's brain was racing, but his thoughts were still slower than Bai Qiuwu's. At this moment, he was like a questioner, and he asked almost subconsciously: "So what do we do now?"
"Go to sleep." Bai Qiuwu yawned. "It's so late. If I don't go to bed quickly, will I have to stay up all night?"
As she spoke, she was about to go to her room. Pu Xi widened his eyes in shock.
"You can still sleep?!"
Bai Qiuwu was even more puzzled than him and asked directly, "Why can't you sleep?"
Pu Xi: “…”
This question was so advanced and sophisticated that Pu Xi was completely speechless.
Anyway, whenever he thought about the death of someone in this house, most likely in his own bed, he couldn't sleep at all.
So he said decisively: "Sister, can I change rooms with you?"
But after saying this, he felt a little embarrassed and lowered his voice: "Or, can you let me stay in your room? I can just squat on the floor for one night."
He spoke pitifully, like a stray puppy. Bai Qiuwu looked at him with pity: "Didn't you notice that our room is one room, one big room, just divided into two by a screen."
Pu Xi was stunned.
"So essentially, it doesn't matter where you sleep, but you don't have to worry too much. That enthusiastic girl came tonight, and at worst she'll come again tomorrow night. You can sleep peacefully tonight."
"If you want to worry, you can worry about it tomorrow."
"But if you must share a room with me, I don't mind. But I won't be soft-hearted. If you said you'd squat on the floor, then squat on the floor. I'll sleep when I need to."
"But if you're really scared, you don't have to sleep. You can chat with your friends online all night long!"
Bai Qiuwu very considerately proposed a solution and comforted Pu Xina's timid heart.
Pu Xi: “…”
Thanks, he didn't feel comforted at all.
Even though Bai Qiuwu said so, continuing to tremble in fear seemed very unmanly.
But courage is something you either have or don’t have.
Not a bit more for dignity at all.
Pu Xi finally chose to squat in Bai Qiuwu's room. Although the two rooms were essentially one room, it was not a big problem.
The real source of security is Bai Qiuwu, not a room.
At this moment, after sleeping in the same bed with the enthusiastic girl, if Bai Qiuwu had not scared the girl away at first sight, Pu Xi would probably have fled the village overnight.
No, that is the ideal choice. The more likely possibility is that this girl was not scared away by others and has been sleeping intimately with Pu Xi.
Then Pu Xi's psychological defenses collapsed, he was scared like a grandson, and finally turned into a madman. This possibility is more likely.
Moreover, Pu Xi now basically understands what those guys who were scared to death feel.
In this stupid village, every villager seems very unfriendly. A philanthropic person like the village chief stands out. Basically everyone who comes to this village will choose to live in the village chief's house.
There are only two guest rooms in the village chief's house, which is where the enthusiastic girl died. They are then randomly assigned. If you are assigned to Bai Qiuwu's room, it means that if you hear crying next door, the timid ones will run away directly, while the brave ones will wait and see before running.
It’s not certain whether you can see anything.
But I guess everyone who saw it was also scared.
And it was awesome to be assigned to Pu Xi's room. Sharing a bed with such a passionate girl was the difference between being scared to death and going crazy.
So, it's purely a matter of luck.
Those who are lucky will be scared away, and those who are unlucky will be scared to death or even go crazy. It depends on your courage.
Bai Qiuwu said he would go to sleep and he really went to sleep, while Pu Xi really kept his eyes open until dawn.
After a lot of effort, he finally made it to the time. Looking at the brightening sky outside, he just felt how great it was to be alive.
Bai Qiuwu slept soundly, and when he woke up he saw Pu Xi looking like he was about to die, and he felt helpless.
"How did you get so brave?"
Pu Xina felt very aggrieved, but didn't say anything. The two of them had breakfast and then went out.
Bai Qiuwu had a clear goal this time, and he went straight to several villagers who got up early to work.
When the villagers saw them coming, they all stopped what they were doing. It was hard to say whether they were friendly or not, but they didn't have much expectations anyway.
He has a wooden face, giving people an inexplicably lifeless feeling.
Bai Qiuwu thought for a moment and decided to start by greeting everyone: "Good morning, everyone."
No one responded to her, and everyone looked at her strangely.
Bai Qiuwu was a little surprised, but before he could say anything more, he heard a villager say in a strange tone: "You actually stayed."
Bai Qiuwu scratched his head: "Is this strange?"
As a result, the villager stopped talking and just looked at them.
"Well, we think the village chief is a very nice person, but we're a little bothered by him. We want to buy him some gifts. Do you know how many people are in his family?"
This is considered normal communication. Although these villagers do not look like normal people, they can still communicate normally.
It was still the villager who spoke at the beginning. He said calmly, "He is the only one left in the village chief's family."
Bai Qiuwu suddenly showed a look of surprise: "How could it be, doesn't he have children? We heard him mention it yesterday."
"How could the village chief have a daughter? He only has one son. His wife died when giving birth to him, and the son didn't live long either."
When the villagers said this, they seemed to have mentioned something unlucky and suddenly shut up.
Bai Qiuwu keenly sensed that something was amiss and asked tentatively, "How did the village chief's son die?"
As a result, when she asked this question, the villagers turned their faces faster than turning the pages of a book and said bluntly: "This is not your concern."
"Outsider, get away."
When they spoke slowly, Bai Qiuwu had difficulty listening, but he could still understand a little by guessing.
Now that he's excited, his speech sounds like a machine gun and I can't understand a word he says.
Pu Xi pulled Bai Qiuwu with some fear. Bai Qiuwu knew that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he simply smiled apologetically and stepped back.
Only after the two men had walked away did Pu Xi speak with lingering fear: "These people look so fierce. What should we do? I'm sure we won't be able to get anything out of them."
Bai Qiuwu: "Who said that? Haven't we already asked all the questions?"
Pu Xi: “?”
A big question mark slowly appeared on Pu Xi's forehead.
Netizens who were watching the live broadcast were also flooding their screens with question marks.
At this moment, Pu Xi expressed the thoughts of all of them.
"No, when did you finish asking? Didn't they say nothing?"
He even suspected that he and Bai Qiuwu might have different brains.
Otherwise, why would Bai Qiuwu say such strange things?
The next moment he heard Bai Qiuwu say:
"That girl must be the village chief's daughter-in-law. The village chief has no daughter."
"Then she could be the village chief's niece, or some relative!" Pu Xi asked, "How can you be so sure based on just this?"
Bai Qiuwu looked somewhat helpless, and looked at Pu Xi as if he were looking at his silly son.
"Is it known now that the enthusiastic girl died a tragic death?"
"Yeah." Pu Xi nodded.
"And considering how these villagers reacted so strongly to the death of their son, was there something fishy about the death of the village chief's son as well?"
Pu Xi: “?”
"The village chief's wife died while giving birth to their son, so the village chief and his son struggled to survive, and then his son died in an accident. What kind of accident would make the entire village remain silent about it? There's clearly something fishy going on here."
"There aren't that many coincidences, so this enthusiastic girl is most likely the village chief's daughter-in-law and has a direct relationship with the death of the village chief's son."
Pu Xi: “???”
No, can it be calculated this way?
(End of this chapter)
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