Chapter 1873 Yin Yang Rice (77)

The truck driver obviously smelled the fragrance. He frowned and asked me: "Little brother, are you wearing perfume?"

I glared at him and said angrily: "What kind of perfume do we, a grown man, 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 suddenly turned pale, and he even started to tremble when he spoke. He said, "Brother, do you think it could be a corpse?"

I didn't say anything, mainly because I didn't check what was going on inside, and I couldn't explain why.

When the truck driver saw that I was silent, he spoke again. He said, "How about we open the suitcase and take a look?"

I swallowed, without hesitation, and slowly opened the zipper on the suitcase. I heard a hissing sound coming from me, which was the sound of the zipper being unzipped.

At the same time as the sound sounded, my whole heart started beating in response to the sound. The truck driver was about the same size as me, staring straight at the suitcase.

It was a short zipper, and I was stunned for nearly half a minute before I completely opened it.

At that moment, I looked at the truck driver and asked him: "How well do you know this child?"

What's going on? How could this happen?

He sighed deeply and said, "Forget it, this kid is dead now, so don't tell me."

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

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 be rewarded, but God doesn't know

What do you think, they actually let their son, ugh."

The words at that time are still ringing in my ears, and the situation I am encountering now is that it is very likely that the child is not dead at all, but is exhibiting a kind of suspended animation. Otherwise, the yellow paper on his body cannot be broken in half.

, let alone hold it firmly in your hand.

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

In an instant, my heart sank as hard as iron. I looked at the driver of the truck and asked him incessantly: "When this...this...this child got into the car, did you...you...did you check his body?"

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

I hummed and whispered, "Indeed not."

When the truck driver heard what I said, he quickly asked me: "What can we solve?"

I didn't dare to tell him that the child was not dead, mainly because I was afraid of adding to his psychological burden.

However, the moment the zipper was opened, the previous fragrance became even stronger.

At that time, Lao Wang took a puff of his cigarette and told me, "Jiuyaozi, you still have a lot to learn. This situation is called suspended animation. After you become the Eight Immortals, you must pay attention to this kind of thing."

Otherwise, it would be our Eight Immortals' sin to bury a living person."

"What's a pity?" I asked quickly.

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

Just like before, I still can't pull it out.

But, that’s not right!

If the child hadn't died, all he had to do was cry out, and the people sitting in the carriage would definitely have saved him!

No, strictly speaking, it was two pieces of yellow paper. He held one piece of yellow paper in his left and right hands respectively.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but recall the scene of carrying a coffin for the first time. The situation at that time was that we were carrying a coffin, and it turned out that there was still a person alive in the coffin.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

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

On the contrary, you should hold it gently. After all, after death, your hands cannot still have strength.

I didn't say anything, 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 yellow paper I covered him with before, but for some reason,

The yellow paper somehow split into two halves.

Wait, is this man-made, or?

When I thought of this, my face sank. No, no, it's definitely not right. It's definitely not artificial. If it was broken in half artificially, the child's hands would not be holding on to the yellow paper.

The only explanation is that the child was not dead at all when I hung him up, but fell into a state of suspended animation.

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

I was heartbroken and slowly opened the suitcase, and what I saw was the body of a child. The strange thing is, I remember that after stuffing the child's body into the suitcase, I covered him with a piece of yellow paper, but now

The piece of yellow paper has disappeared.

He suddenly understood and hurriedly said: "Well, it doesn't matter. It's just this child. He hasn't spoken since he was born. His parents worked hard to save some money for a year and spent it all on this child. But,

The strange thing is that the result of the hospital examination is that there is no problem with the child's vocal organ."

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

With this in my mind, I quickly looked inside the suitcase and found that there were very small scratches on the mezzanine of the suitcase. If I guessed correctly, it was probably the child who had scratched it.

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

His expression tightened and he asked quickly: "What about now?"

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

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

This puzzles me.

He said: "Of course there are many. His parents share a house with me. The couple are honest and honest. They are good people. What a pity!"

The truck driver kept his eyes on the yellow paper in the child's hand and asked me: "Little brother, when we were messing with the child's body earlier, did he not have the yellow paper in his hand?"

But, I dare not admit it.

My curiosity was aroused and I quickly asked: "What happened to their son? Does he mean he is dead?"

Apart from this possibility, there is only one possibility left.

Um?

Is there any problem with the vocal organ?

No, if there is no problem, why doesn't he speak?

etc.

I immediately thought of a possibility and asked with a trembling voice, "Will this child cry?"

After asking this question, I could clearly feel my whole body starting to tremble, mainly because his answer was so important and related to the cause of this child's death.
Chapter completed!