Mysterious country

Although he didn't believe the nonsense Chen Cong just said, Boss Chen still decided to take a look at the coffin to save him from thinking too much.

In fact, he hasn't had a good rest in the past two days, and he is particularly lack of energy no matter what he does. It can be said that as long as he stops himself and the surroundings become quiet, the tragic scene of Xiaoli's floating body in the Hulu River will be in his mind.

The situation that day was really weird.

It would be better if Xiaoli drowned accidentally, or if she didn't have so many entanglements with his family, but the real situation is obviously not like this.

Xiaoli's suicide was almost caused by them. They forced her to die.

As the saying goes, if you don't do something wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts. It is precisely because you have done something wrong that when Chen Cong shouted over and over that Xiaoli was not dead and that Xiaoli was back, he was so angry and frightened.

That's why he decided to come out and take a look. After all, hearing is believing and seeing is believing. It would be over if he opened the coffin and took a look at the corpse.

The rain was still falling, and it didn't seem to stop at all. The yard was filled with mud poured by the rain. Before Mr. Chen took a few steps, a pair of slippers were already covered in mud.

"This damn rainy day will never stop raining!"

Ignoring the mud stuck to his shoes, Mr. Chen walked straight to the center of the courtyard where the coffin was placed. He stopped and carefully looked at it with a flashlight. He didn't find anything strange about the coffin.

The only difference is that the color of the coffin seems to be much darker than before. It used to be a very bright red, but now it looks a bit darker, more like the color of blood.

Although he found that the color of the coffin had changed, Mr. Chen did not panic at all, because this seemed to him to be a normal thing. After all, the coffin had been left outside in the rain and sun for several days. If the paint did not peel off, He found it strange that it still maintained its original color.

Thinking that the reason why he didn't notice this change in the coffin before was because he never paid attention to it.

After that, Mr. Chen took a look at the ground near the coffin and found that there were several pools of red water stained with pigments on the ground. The pools of red water were connected to each other. Under the flashlight, they looked like the shadow of a woman, constantly dancing. Smiling at it and waving.

Boss Chen knew that he must be scaring himself and that his inner demon was causing trouble, so he stopped looking at the red water on the ground and focused all his attention on the coffin in front of him.

There was no doubt that he wanted to open the coffin.

But thinking about it, it was another matter to really do it. After all, he could not forget the tragic scene of Xiaoli's death until now. If he looked at it again, wouldn't it be tormenting him for days in a row?

But without opening the coffin and taking a look, he couldn't rest assured what if what Chen Cong said was true.

Boss Chen grasped the flashlight hard and fell into hesitation, but he soon made a decision.

This decision is to open the coffin!

Mr. Chen found an iron hook from the corner of the courtyard, and then used the iron hook to hook the gap connecting the coffin lid. With a sudden force, the coffin lid deviated by one piece.

Although not much was exposed, it was enough for him to reach into the coffin.

Although he didn't have the guts to look at Xiaoli's dead face again, it was not difficult for him to put his hand in and feel if there was any body inside.

I don't know if it was because of the rain, but the smell of the rotting corpse was cleaned away. After the coffin was opened, there was no rotting smell.

In fact, Boss Chen didn't care at all whether the body had become rotten or smelly. What he cared about, or the only thing he cared about, was whether Xiaoli's body was still in the coffin.

Turning his body slightly, Mr. Chen put a trembling hand into the coffin with a tight expression on his face, and slowly penetrated deeper into the coffin.

In the process, he seemed to have touched wet hair. He subconsciously wanted to stop, but in the end he gritted his teeth and touched down again, and then touched a cold face!

"ah--!"

Boss Chen let out an uncontrollable exclamation, and at the same time, as if he was electrocuted, he quickly retracted his hand, and then started breathing heavily.

It took him a while to calm down, and he grabbed the edge of the coffin lid and closed it again.

Before the coffin was completely sealed, he glanced inside for a moment. Not sure if it was another illusion, but he saw two points of blood-red light.

Then, the coffin lid was completely closed.

"call--!"

Mr. Chen breathed a sigh of relief. This knot in his mind was temporarily relieved. At least he wouldn't have any more insomnia today. Furthermore, he was asked to decide one thing. Tomorrow he would go find Hu Daniu, the coffin maker in the village, and choose a place to dispose of the body.

Now he somewhat regretted not listening to his wife. If the body had been burned and buried earlier, he wouldn't have been so disturbed these days.

"Why."

Sighing sadly, Mr. Chen looked at the coffin in front of him uneasily before returning to the house. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked back with a stooped figure.

In the courtyard decorated with coldness, a blood-colored coffin was lying there quietly. The rain fell on the coffin, and then turned into a stream of blood, which fell along the coffin wall to the muddy ground.

Inside the coffin, there was a "woman" lying completely submerged in water. Her blood-red eyes were staring at the coffin lid that had just been opened.

…

The long rainy night has passed, but the sky is still not clear the next day, and it is destined to be another day full of haze.

Because Boss Chen didn't come over to call them, Xia Qi fell asleep and woke up naturally. When he rubbed his eyes and got up, he found that it was almost afternoon.

He glanced around the room, but he didn't find the cold bitch. He didn't know where he had gone.

After stretching his waist vigorously, Xia Qi felt that his whole body was extremely sore. It must have been caused by the bumps and tossing along the way. He really only had half a life left before he started to fight hard.

"Isn't that bitch doing her own investigation?"

Just when Xia Qi was about to go out and take a look, he happened to bump into Leng Yue who was coming back:

"Where have you been?"

"bathroom."

"Toilet? You have been in the toilet for so long. Are you constipated?"

"..."

After teasing Leng Yue a few words, Xia Qi suddenly felt relaxed all over. What’s the use of being good-looking? The most important thing is that someone like him is born with a good mouth.

Of course, Leng Yue is too lazy to talk to him. He can say whatever he wants. Unless it hits Leng Yue's pain points, he usually won't respond fiercely.

After getting some water and washing up briefly, they also saw Boss Chen again. He looked listless and his energy was obviously much worse than last night.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't sleep very well yesterday. I didn't get up until now. Please wait a moment. I'll ask my mother-in-law to get some food now."

"No need to bother. We prepared some compressed food when we came here. Now..."

Xia Qi originally wanted to say that they had something to go out, but before he could finish his words, he saw Boss Chen's wife running out of the house in tears, shouting anxiously:

"Hurry up and come in and take a look. My son doesn't know what's going on!"