Chapter 169: Death News in the Rice Fields

"It's over, it's over... Why are none of you wearing red?"

Sun Er: "Red cheongsam."

Sun Jiu: "Has traps."

Tiffany nodded. "Every residence should have hints. We had a set of red wedding dresses there, and there was a ghost last night, so we deliberately avoided red cheongsams."

Once she said this, Meng Yaya was about to cry. "I... I didn't know. I thought I could choose randomly, so I chose this one."

She even thought it was quite pretty. Now, hearing what they said, she was scared to death.

Tiffany had a look of "can't carry her." She sighed.

The thatched cottage was given to this child, yet she could still force herself onto the road to death. Admirable, admirable.

Logically speaking, the thatched cottage actually had the lowest probability of choosing the red cheongsam, because among the five cheongsams sent to the thatched cottage, only one was red.

As a result, this newcomer stepped on the mine in one go.

Su Mian was wearing high heels and was really not used to it. She rarely wore them, unless it was an important occasion.

"Your house is haunted?"

Hearing Su Mian ask, Tiffany couldn't wait to tell her. Qiao Yinuo wanted to stop her but didn't succeed.

"Fugui was scared out of her wits yesterday and dragged me to run into that rice field. The ghost should have left when we came back."

She coughed, covering her smile. "But she was still afraid, so she pulled the cow from the rice field back and tied it to the bedroom door."

"Pfft..."

"Zhao Ahua, I'll kill you!!!"

The two had become familiar after spending a day together, arguing and starting another chase.

Meng Yaya: "So... you two were together the whole time and didn't separate?"

"It's bad, it's bad, there's a dead person in the water!!!"

Hearing this, those eating melon seeds in the courtyard couldn't sit still. Stools were kicked askew, and some people ran toward the riverbank without even putting their shoes on properly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, in broad daylight..." Before the words were finished, the voice was stuck in the throat.

The water in that river bend wasn't deep, but it was muddy and black. A patch of water grass was crushed by something.

The first person to run over braked violently, his face turned pale, and he took several steps back.

A person was floating on the water.

It was a middle-aged woman, facing upward, her hair soaked and spread out, sticking to her face. Her whole face was bloated, her lips were dark, and white foam hung from the corners of her mouth.

The water flowed, and her body gently bumped against the shore, making a *thud* sound.

"Oh my god..." Someone's legs went soft, and they sat straight into the mud.

"Quick, quick, fish her up!" Several brave men found bamboo poles and hemp ropes, going into the water around the shore. Their movements were urgent and chaotic, fearing that looking one more time would lose their souls.

When the woman was dragged up, water dripped down from the corners of her clothes, a wet mess. River mud was smeared on her lapels, revealing that face that couldn't be more familiar.

Someone in the crowd suddenly gasped.

"Isn't this... Mao's wife?"

"Mao Rongjun's mother, Feng Liping!"

As soon as this name landed, there was no sound around.

The people who were just chattering were all like they had been pinched by the neck, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the rice leaves.

"Go call Old Mao! Hurry!" Someone turned and ran, their footsteps chaotic.

Not long after, Mao Fu was half-dragged and half-supported over.

He saw the soaked body on the riverbank at a glance. The whole person was like being struck by lightning, stunned for a few seconds, and then pounced over violently.

"Liping!!!" He knelt on the ground, reaching out to touch, but retracted as if burned. A cry that was out of tune squeezed out of his throat, gasping for air, his shoulders twitching, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

"Weren't you going to your in-laws'... how could you..."

No one dared to answer.

Someone quietly retreated to make a call.

Someone on the other end of the phone answered quickly, saying to keep the scene guarded and not to move anything in the water or around the body; someone would come down to take a look.

Soon, several uncommon cars drove into the village road. They asked a few simple questions about the situation, signaled the crowd to step back, and straightened Feng Liping's body again.

Su Mian stood outside the crowd, watching from afar. Her cheongsam was gently blown by the wind, revealing slender ankles. Her hair stuck to the side of her neck and swayed, showing no expression.

【Ding-dong – Congratulations, Detective, for completing the murderer task. Please try your best to hide and survive until the game ends.】

Water dripped down from the woman's hair tips, drop by drop, onto the mud.

Her eyes were half-open, as if she hadn't reacted to what had happened, staring blankly at the gray-white sky.

The "hat uncles" (police) soon sealed off the scene and performed a preliminary examination of Feng Liping's body. That group of public officials appeared at some point.

Si Shi stood at the very front of the line. The arguing villagers suddenly lost their voices, only feeling ashamed.

People came to the village to alleviate poverty, which was looking up to this village, thinking it had a future and could develop.

Now that such a thing had happened, the reputation might not be kept. Who would dare to come here to drive the economy?

This character Chen Xihuai seemed to have a high official position. He stepped forward, and several "hat uncles" asked him for greetings.

Mao Fu had completely lost his expression, as if the person who was tearful just now wasn't him. He stood quietly not far from the deceased, looking a bit scary.

"Chen... Leader Chen, we didn't expect such a big thing to happen."

"Don't worry, our village's mouths are very tight, it won't spread out, let their own family handle it."

The village chief smiled flatteringly at Si Shi, fearing that they would just walk away because of this tragedy, and the project would be gone.

"What do you think..."

"Uncle Huang, I understand what you mean."

Si Shi smiled and adjusted his gloves. "We won't just let go because of these things."

"On the contrary," he stared at the corpse meaningfully, "becoming famous in another way can also attract many guests."

The village chief could only keep saying "yes, yes, yes," not understanding the secret meaning in these words at all, only knowing that they would continue to engage in this project, and the village still had hope.

Su Mian understood.

An ancient village where people have died, villagers who died suddenly and strangely, and closed mysteries that have not been solved.

Any headline taken out could attract many bloggers or guests seeking exciting experiences.

"Black red" is also red, after all.

She sneered, met Si Shi's cunning gaze, glared at him, and looked away.

Two police officers in uniform, at Chen Xihuai's signal, gave a preliminary situation briefing to the village cadres and some relative representatives present.

"The preliminary judgment is that she accidentally fell into the river and suffocated to death. Later, we need to take the body back for further testing. During this period, no one in the village is allowed to leave. Please cooperate with our investigation."

After speaking, several men carried the body into the car and drove away. The villagers were discussing it, not looking like they would keep their mouths shut at all.

The village chief organized order, and Mao Fu looked mentally abnormal. Several neighbors helped him back to the house. ===== CHAPTER 170 =====