Chapter 1470 Painting

Jiang Cheng lifted the corpse's hand. There was a clear temperature difference between this hand and his, but Jiang Cheng didn't care about that. He gently rubbed it with his fingers, and there was a hint of weirdness in his eyes.

Tang Qisheng reacted quickly and asked: "Brother Jiang, did you find anything?"

Pulling the corpse's hand out, Jiang Cheng looked at everyone and lowered his voice: "Look at his hand, do you see anything?"

The fat man looked at the back of his grandfather's hand covered with calluses, and couldn't help feeling: "There are so many calluses on his hands, it seems that he is also a miserable person."

In this environment, it is conceivable how much suffering the old man has suffered to raise his granddaughter alone. The fat man has done many jobs and has come into contact with many such people. He knows the hardships and helplessness of life.

Seeing that the fat man had healed the scar and forgot the pain, Jiang Cheng gave up. He looked at the others. After a while, Shao Tong still saw the way. He took the old man's hand, looked at the back of his hand, turned his hand over, and checked the old man's palm. Compared with the back of the hand covered with calluses, the old man's palm was much softer.

"It's really wrong. This old guy is not a fisherman."

When Shao Tong said this, the fat man was the first to be confused. He mustered up the courage to check the old man's hands. After a few seconds, it was Jiang Cheng who explained to him: "For fishermen, pulling nets and rowing are the most basic things. Over the years, the palms will produce a thick layer of calluses due to friction, especially the palms, but you see, his palms are very soft.

"The calluses on his hands are on the back of his hands, concentrated on the fists and knuckles, and have formed a layer of hard calluses."

Jiang Cheng turned over the corpse's hand and asked everyone to look carefully at the back of the hand. Everything was just as he said.

Just listening to what Jiang Cheng said, the fat man sensed a subtle breath. It seems that this grandfather who came to him in a dream also has a secret. "This kind of callus on the back of the hand, is there... any explanation?" Recalling what happened last night, the fat man asked cautiously.

"This man is not a fisherman, he is a hard-core martial artist. "Zhang Qizhen suddenly spoke. He was the oldest and most experienced among the crowd. He pinched several joints of the corpse with his hands, and after a moment he said more and more affirmatively: "There are also thick calluses on the knees and elbows. It should be correct. This man is an external master. He does not practice weapons, but specializes in boxing and training kung fu. Judging from this layer of golden cocoon, I'm afraid he has considerable skills. ”

It is not strange that an outsider master appeared in this unknown fishing village. What is strange is that he died here quietly, as a fisherman.

At this time, Yao Shunyu squatted down and sat on a broken chair.

There were only two people living in this yard, the grandfather and the woman, so this pair of cloth shoes should be the grandfather's, but the wet mud on the soles of the shoes made everyone shudder. There were also a few broken grasses mixed in the wet mud. The broken grasses were green and fresh, as if they were stepped on not long ago.

But looking at the grandfather's appearance, it was obvious that he had been ill for a long time and was very serious. Such a person... can really wear shoes to walk out?

In other words, is the guy who can wear these shoes to walk out really the grandfather?

At this moment, there was a sound of blowing and beating outside. The sound was very fast and getting closer and closer. A funeral team was rushing here.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect the whole funeral to be so sloppy. The person had just died and the body was still warm, but they were buried directly.

"What's the situation? "

Tang Qisheng didn't understand. Although there was only one granddaughter at home, it should be no problem to find a few younger generations in the village to keep vigil.

Jiang Cheng asked everyone to restore the body to its original state, put the arms back into the quilt, and put the limbs in order. Seeing the grandfather's eyes slightly open, he felt uncomfortable. The fat man closed the old man's eyes. Finally, Jiang Cheng covered the old man's face with a quilt, and then tucked the corners of the quilt neatly.

After doing all this, everyone left the room and pretended that nothing happened, and the knocking sound disappeared. They have arrived outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone who came in was wearing mourning clothes. Fuqing and Asheng, who I met yesterday, were also in the team. Some held white banners, some held copper basins, and some carried paper money and incense. Xiuling followed at the end, supported by several people.

Without greeting, the team in mourning clothes walked directly into the room, but when they lifted the quilt, the scene in front of them made the fat man dumbfounded. He saw that the corpse that had just closed its eyes was now glaring with anger, baring its teeth, and looking fierce, with its left arm slightly raised. , with the index finger extended, pointing to one side of the room in a stiff posture.

Following the direction of the finger, there was a painting hanging in the darker corner of the room. In the painting, an old man was sitting on a master's chair, and a young woman was standing beside the old man.

But strangely, the originally peaceful scene actually revealed a sinister ghost. Everyone soon discovered the problem. Although the old man in the painting seemed calm, his eyes were full of panic, and the woman standing beside him was smiling, but that smile was chilling.

The old man was Grandpa, and the woman was his granddaughter, Xiuling.

The person in mourning clothes quickly helped Grandpa take off his old clothes, then wiped his body with water in the copper basin, and then changed into new clothes. This action was quite quick.

Soon, the group carried Grandpa's body out of the door. Jiang Cheng and others used the excuse that they wanted to see Grandpa off for the last time, and meeting was also fate, but they were simply rejected. "The villagers are enough for the village's affairs, so there is no reason to ask outsiders for help."

Jiang Cheng stood outside the courtyard gate, watching the funeral procession gradually go away with music and drums. There was no coffin in sight. They just used a door panel to carry the body, and simply covered it with a piece of white cloth. The percussion band played very hard, giving people the feeling that this was not a funeral, but a grand celebration. The backs of the people in the team were neat and uniform, and every step was on point.

The fat man winked at Jiang Cheng repeatedly. At this time, there were still a few villagers in the courtyard who stayed to work, and some things were not convenient to say. Jiang Cheng and his friends used the excuse of being tired to go back to the room to rest.

After closing the door, the fat man said nervously, "The funeral procession took the same road that Grandpa took me last night. I remember it very clearly. That road leads to the village entrance."

After a long silence, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "Maybe Grandpa didn't mean to harm you last night. He just wanted to tell you something, which might be the secret of this village."

"This possibility is very high." Yao Shunyu looked solemn, "And Grandpa's actions just now are obviously hinting to us that there may be a mystery in the painting."

Li Bai and others were still dealing with the villagers outside to buy time for Jiang Cheng and others. Everyone noticed the painting and hoped to find an opportunity to find out.