Chapter Three Hundred and Eleven: Ode to Death
Pan Zi was too seriously injured and has not woken up yet. The doctor told them that it was a matter of time before waking up, but he just asked him to be mentally prepared. No one can calmly accept the fact that he became a disabled person.
Everyone was not worried about this. They spent money to hire a nurse to take care of him. With Pan Zi's courage, it was not difficult to calmly accept that he was a disabled person, because he was a person who saw through life and death.
After everyone stayed at Agui's house for two days, suddenly one day, a commotion came from the gate of the village, and someone carried a few bodies to the gate of the village.
When Chen Hao saw the bodies, he realized that it might be Yuncai and his family who died.
Because Agui's family had Zhang Qiling's eyeliner with his shoulders, and when other eyeliners learned that his shoulders had died, they would naturally wipe out the remaining eyeliner, so as to ensure that their secrets would not be exposed.
Chen Hao, Fatty, Wu Xie, and the other two quickly walked over to watch. When they opened the shroud, they saw that the cold corpses were really Agui's family!
There are three corpses in total, including Yuncai and Agui. There is a bullet hole in the middle of the forehead of the three. They have been dead for a long time and are washed away by the stream and are salvaged by the villagers in the village.
The fat man was stunned when he saw the cold corpses, his mind was blank, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
Originally, they thought that no one would die after the ancient building came out, but now even his beloved girl, their family, was killed, and the fat man collapsed on the spot.
"Heavenly killed! Who-who did it!"
The fat man held Yuncai's body and roared to the sky, and his voice echoed throughout the village.
Wu Xie was also stunned, but he quickly guessed who the murderer was. He did not lose his mind like a fat man, and thought of problems he had not thought of.
What made him unacceptable was that even his shoulders were broken, why did anyone kill such a lovely life? Is it really necessary to be so cruel to ensure that the secret is not exposed?
At this moment, he couldn't help but remember what his grandfather once said to him again: "What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart!"
At this moment, Wu Xie felt so tired. He no longer had the strength to face the sadness of his companions again, and walked to an inconspicuous corner to sit down and smoke.
A few days later, Chen Hao followed Wu Xie back to Hangzhou. He wanted to help Wu Xie solve the final mystery, complete the system's tasks, and leave this sad world.
The fat man stayed in Banai alone, staying in Agui's wooden building all day long, and Chen Hao and the others wanted to take care of these things, but they couldn't.
Pan Zi was left in a local county hospital for treatment. This time he was really useless. I am afraid that he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
That was the latest bus that night. Apart from the driver, there were only Chen Hao, Wu Xie, and a student girl with a ponytail left on the bus.
The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a pair of headphones, her clothes were neat, and she looked at the night view outside the car window with a blurry look. She looked very depressed and looked a little similar to Xiaoyu.
Chen Hao couldn't help but think of Xiaoyu, and the sadness buried deep in his heart emerged again, which was an indescribable sadness.
Wu Xie was also similar to him. He thought of Yuncai, Aning, and Uncle San and Chen Wenjin. Now those people have left him.
The two of them leaned against the seat, feeling extremely tired all over, and all kinds of pain deep in their hearts spread out little by little.
From the initial trip to the Lu Palace to the end of now, during this period, they saw too many companions dying one by one. This is the price they paid to understand the answer! But what did they get in the end?
Wu Xie is no longer naive. After experiencing so much, he gradually understands a lot. He knows that this return is not the end, the matter is not over, and the plan is still going on, and he wants to end this matter.
The end of the shuttle bus was on Kaixuan Road. The two got off and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
Before getting on the bus, Wu Xie asked the driver to take them to the small villa of Uncle San.
The two of them took a taxi and came to Wu Laosan's small villa in a daze. It was already half past 11:30 in the evening.
The two of them pulled out of the car with their tired bodies. Wu Xie took out the keys that Pan Zi gave him from his pocket, opened the yard gate, and entered them together.
Walking into the yard and looking at the familiar yard, Wu Xie couldn't help but be stunned. He hurriedly asked Chen Hao: "Why did we get here? We should go back to my shop?"
Chen Hao said expressionlessly: "You said to the driver before getting in the car."
Wu Xie couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was actually a helpless choice, because he was wearing the mask of Uncle San. Even if he returned to Hangzhou, he could only live in Uncle San's villa and could not go back to his own home.
Wu Laosan's small villa looks relatively retro. The several imitation sandstone columns at the door and the dome windows are all retro Roman styles, and the whole villa exudes a vicissitudes of life.
The yard is only as big as dozens of square meters, and there are many potted plants planted inside. Each pot is lush and beautifully trimmed.
In the middle of the courtyard was a stone table, which was the table Wu Laosan usually used to drink tea, and it was wiped spotlessly.
Every day, someone comes to clean and trim these potted plants in Wu Laosan's villa, although no one has lived in this small villa for a long time.
This is where Wu Laosan lives. Chen Hao has been with Wu Laosan several times before, and is not unfamiliar with this place.
He came to the stone table and found various seats to sit down. He said to Wu Xie: "Do you have any wine?"
Too much pain eroded him, making him exhausted and indulged in pain, and wanted to numb himself with alcohol, hoping that when he woke up, he could forget the pain and sadness.
Wu Xie nodded with a wry smile, then walked into the villa. After a while, he walked out with a tray, which contained a few bottles of red wine, white wine, and a few cups.
Wu Xie put the wine on the stone table, uncovered one of the bottles of red wine, and said, "Haha, it's rare that you are still by my side. Come on, don't go back tonight without getting drunk!"
There was no food to serve, but the two of them drank happily. After drinking for a while, Chen Hao directly abandoned the wine glass and fucked it hard with the bottle. He didn't care about the red and white wine, and poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls.
Wu Xie also learned from Chen Hao that he would directly pick up the wine bottle. Too much sadness and mystery bothered him, and he also wanted to indulge him.
Chapter completed!