Chapter 39: The Walking Corpse

  "Hurray!" Ali exclaimed, clapping her hands and laughing with joy.

  "Is this house where a woman named Jinlan lives?"

  "Yes," Ah Li nodded and stretched out her hand for candy.

  I took out a piece of candy from my bag and handed it to her, then asked: "What was the person who hanged himself this morning to Hua Jinlan?"

  "Her husband," another small hand stretched out.

  I took out another candy and put it in my palm, continuing to ask: "Why wasn't Huajinlan at home today?"

  "She hasn't been home for many days, she went to the mountain to raise silkworms." The third one fell into her hands.

  "How can we find her?"

  "The village head has sent someone to look for her, something happened to her husband, he will definitely come back."

  These words were like a reassurance pill, and I let out a sigh of relief. I put the fourth candy into her hand and asked again: "When will the public security personnel arrive?"

  The raccoon dog was taken aback for a moment and didn't answer right away. This question seemed to be slightly beyond the scope of an 7 or 8 year old child.

  "Has anyone from the public security bureau ever come to the village when someone died?"

  The raccoon dog looked up at the ceiling and thought for a long time, saying: "Last week, Wu's son was bitten to death by a cat. He stopped in the yard for three days. A policeman came to take a look and didn't say anything before leaving."

  Three days! An unexpected death, and it takes three days for a police officer to show up. This village is not as isolated as I thought! If Scarface's side doesn't have any news in three days, Li Xiao Hao won't be able to find me, can't get the mailbox, and we won't be able to solve the Gu. And on my sister's side, it will definitely be a dead end. Although I haven't really seen him kill anyone yet, that terrifying scene at the villa makes me absolutely believe he is not some kind of benevolent angel.

  "Ah Li..." A woman's voice came from the courtyard.

  "Mom," Ah Li heard and ran over, and the game of question and answer ended like this.

  Sat back in his original position, looking at Wang Jue. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat the size of beans. This is bad, won't he get sick?

  I tried his forehead with my hand, it was hot enough to fry an egg. I quickly brought over the clay teapot and fed him a few mouthfuls of water. Seeing him like this, my mind was in a mess. Wang Jue stepped forward to help me, I didn't want anything to happen to him.

  I started banging on the door desperately, shouting "Someone come! Doctor..."

  But no matter how loudly he shouted, not a single person came. The house became even quieter, and the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing could no longer be heard. Only the candles on the mourning hall continued to flicker, making them the only signs of life.

  They shouted and rested like this until nightfall, but still no one came. The courtyard that was bustling with people in the morning seemed to have been forgotten by everyone in just a few hours, not even the mourners were there.

  Wang Jue's high fever has not subsided, I look forward to Ah Li appearing again, sending some water or food. From time to time, I would glance out the door.

  The sky has completely darkened, and a cool breeze blows in through the gaps in the door.

  Suddenly, a black cat darted across the doorway, followed by a meow. Then came the sound of candlesticks toppling over and plates shattering, as an apple rolled clattering to the side of the door.

  I stretched out my arm to grab the apple, thinking of bringing it over to Wang Jue to satisfy his hunger. Before I could even grasp it, I heard a loud "bang" sound, like a wooden board falling to the ground. Following the sound, I peeked through the gap in the door and sucked in a breath of cold air!

  Scarface stood holding a sickle, just standing ten centimeters away from the door.