My master is invincible

Chapter 1873 Yin Yang Rice (77)

The truck driver obviously smelled the fragrance, and frowned and asked me, "Little brother, do you wear perfume on your body?"

I glared at him, and said angrily, "What kind of perfume do you guys wear?"

As I said that, my suitcase pursed my lips, meaning to tell him that the fragrance came from that suitcase.

When the truck driver saw my movements, his face turned pale, and he even started to tremble when he spoke. He said, "Little brother, do you think it's a corpse change?"

I didn't speak, mainly because I didn't check the situation inside, and I couldn't tell why.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the truck driver spoke again. He said, "Why don't we open the suitcase?"

I swallowed, without hesitation, and slowly opened the zipper on the suitcase, when I heard a chirping sound, the sound of unzipping the zipper.

At the same time as the voice sounded, my whole heart beat with that voice. The truck driver was similar to me, with his eyes fixed on the suitcase.

For a short zipper, I froze for nearly half a minute before pulling the zipper completely open.

However, the moment the zipper was opened, the previous scent became stronger.

With a thought in my heart, I opened the suitcase slowly, and what I saw was the corpse of a child. The strange thing is, I remembered that after I stuffed the corpse of the child into the suitcase, I covered him with a piece of yellow paper, but, now The yellow paper was gone.

At that moment, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, stared at the child's body, looked it over carefully, and found that the child clenched his fists with both hands, and where his fists were, he was tightly holding a piece of yellow paper.

No, strictly speaking, it was two pieces of yellow paper, and he was holding one piece of yellow paper in each of his left and right hands.

I tentatively tried to pull the yellow paper out of his hand, but found that he was pulling it so tightly that there was no way to pull it out of his hand.

What's going on, how could this happen.

I remember that he didn't have yellow paper in his hand before!

The truck driver kept staring at the yellow paper in the child's hand, and asked me, "Little brother, did we dispose of the child's body earlier, did he not hold the yellow paper in his hand?"

I hummed and said in a low voice, "Indeed not."

His face tightened, and he quickly asked, "Then now?"

I didn't speak, and kept staring at the yellow paper on the child's hand. If I guessed correctly, the yellow paper he was holding should be the one I covered him with earlier, but for some reason, The yellow paper somehow became two halves.

Wait, this is contrived, or is it?
When I thought of this, my face sank, no, no, definitely wrong, absolutely not artificial, if it was artificially broken in half, the child's hands would not be holding on to the yellow paper.

On the contrary, it should be held gently. After all, after death, the hands cannot still have strength.

Except for this possibility, there is only one possibility left.

But, I dare not admit it.

Once you admit it, you will violate the biggest taboo of us coffin bearers.

Thinking of this, I swallowed, my hands trembled involuntarily, I touched the yellow paper in the child's hand, and tugged hard.

Same as before, still can't pull it out.

In an instant, my heart was as heavy as iron, and I looked at the truck driver, pestering him and asked him, "When this... this... this kid got into the car, did you...you...did you check his body?"

He didn't seem to understand what I meant, so he said, "No, his parents gave it to me with a suitcase. You know, a child's corpse is not auspicious."

Sure enough, I didn't check it, that is to say, the guess in my heart is very likely to be true.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but imagine the scene of the first coffin being lifted in my mind. The situation at that time was that we were carrying a coffin, but there was still a person in the coffin that was still alive.

At that time, Lao Wang took a puff of cigarette and told me, he said: "Jiu Yazi, you still have a lot to learn. This kind of situation is called suspended animation. After you become the Eight Immortals, you must pay attention to this. situation, otherwise burying a living person is the sin of our Eight Immortals."

The words at that time are still ringing in my ears, but the situation I encounter now, it is very likely that the child did not die at all, but presented a kind of suspended animation, otherwise, the yellow paper on his body could not be broken into two halves , it is even more impossible to hold it tightly in your hand.

The only explanation is that the child didn't die at all when I hung it up, but fell into a state of suspended animation.

I didn't know what the kid was doing, so he broke the yellow paper in half.

With this thought in mind, I quickly stared at the inside of the suitcase and found that there were very slight scratches on the middle layer of the suitcase. If I guessed correctly, it is likely that the child scratched it.

But, no!
If the child didn't die, all he had to do was cry out, and the people sitting in the carriage would definitely save him!

This makes me puzzled.

Could it be that I guessed wrong.

At that moment, I looked over at the truck driver and asked him, "How much do you know about this kid?"

He said: "Of course it's a lot. His parents shared a house with me. The husband and wife are honest and honest. They are good people. It's a pity!"

"What a pity?" I asked hurriedly.

He glanced up at me and explained: "Little brother, you may not know that I have never seen such an honest couple in my life. It is said that such an honest couple will definitely get good rewards, but I don't know God. What do you think, actually let their son, alas."

My curiosity was aroused, and I quickly asked: "What happened to their son, does it mean he died?"

He sighed deeply, and said, "Forget it, the child is dead now, so it's worth noting."

I was a little anxious. As for me, I was eager to know the news about this child at this time, so I said: "Tell me, maybe it will help solve some things."

I didn't dare to say that the child didn't die, mainly because I was afraid of adding psychological burden to him.

When the truck driver heard what I said, he quickly asked me, "What's the problem?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "Didn't his parents have to change cars every ten kilometers?"

He suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "That's it, it's nothing to say, it's just this kid who hasn't spoken since he was born. His parents have worked so hard to save some money for a year, and it's all spent on this kid, but, What's weird is that the result of the hospital examination is that the child's vocal organs are fine."

Ok?
Are the vocal organs okay?
No, if there is no problem, why doesn't he speak.

and many more.

I immediately thought of a possibility, and asked tremblingly, "Will this child cry?"

After asking this question, I could clearly feel that my whole body began to tremble, mainly because his answer was too important and related to the cause of the child's death.

(End of this chapter)