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Chapter 291: The mission is over and back to school

The ending of the story is that Cui'e jumped off the cliff and was submerged by the rolling river.

After telling the story of the female corpse on the ninth day of the lunar month, I was asked to make some calculations as to whether the bad guys would get the punishment they deserve.

"There is no need to speculate on this. As you just said, everything has its consequences."

Although the female corpse has no descendants, there is no need to consider factors that benefit future generations, but it is necessary to ensure that she has a smooth and stable life after going to the underworld.

After walking more than half of the mountain, I finally found a satisfactory location as the burial place for the female corpse.

Later I learned that this cropland was one of the fields that originally belonged to the female corpse’s family and was defrauded by the bully Liu Sheng.

When we returned to the brick factory, Zhang and Jun had not returned yet.

After simply packing my luggage, Chujiu took me to Mr. Zhuan’s side and chatted with him.

They said it was just chatting, but in fact it was Chujiu who was asking questions, and Mr. Zhuan occasionally answered when he was happy.

The Man Who Recovered Corpses from the Yellow River involved Chujiu's knowledge blind spot. It wasn't until Zhang Jun and two men walked into the yard with a handcuffed middle-aged man that Chujiu was satisfied to let go of torturing the impatient Zhuan Ye.

"Huh? Why is the little leader carrying a backpack? Are you leaving now?"

Zhao Meng glanced at the luggage bag on Chujiu's back and asked curiously.

"Of course I have to leave. I have to go back to school. Is it possible that I can keep him waiting for you to treat me to a big dinner?"

Chujiu urged Zhang Jun to pack up his things quickly and take us to the station in the city. If we delay any longer, it would be dark.

As for Zhao Meng, Chujiu arranged for him to go to the village cadres and ask him to bury the female body of Chujiu.

We have marked the location of the cemetery, and the village only needs to pay for a decent coffin and bury the female body.

This kind of funeral without descendants is generally handled by the village commune. After all, they have some funds specifically for people living alone.

"How did you know I was going to treat you to a big dinner? You gave me such a big case, how could I not treat you to a meal?"

What Zhang Jun and Zhao Meng meant was that it was already afternoon anyway, so they could just stay for one more day before leaving, so as to save themselves the rush of catching the train.

When we left the brick factory, Mr. Brick just waved his hand and said to be safe on the road, and then went back to the house.

On the way to Yongji City, Zhang Jun told us that when they arrived at Liu Sheng's residence, they just revealed their identities and mentioned what happened twenty years ago, and Liu Sheng was all set.

As for why he did all the moves so quickly, this is what Liu Sheng, who was sitting in the back row wearing handcuffs, said.

When word spread in the village that there was a female corpse standing under the locust tree and looking at their house, he knew something was wrong.

For so many years, he has been uneasy, often tortured by nightmares, and his whole body is on the verge of collapse.

He is clearly less than fifty years old, but he looks like he is in his sixties after being tortured.

Until I was handcuffed by two police officers, I felt much more at ease.

"I'm going to be paraded and shot, right?"

When they were approaching the city, Liu Sheng, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly asked.

Zhao Meng's official answer was that we will not know until the court decides how long he will be in jail before being shot.

Zhang Jun, who was driving, said whether intentionally or unintentionally that he had participated in the last execution of a condemned prisoner.

There was something wrong with the bullets of that gun. When one shot was fired, the prisoner did not die on the spot. He fell to the ground and bled for half an hour before he died.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw Liu Sheng in the back seat shaking obviously.

Rejecting Zhang Jun's repeated attempts to stay, we asked them to take us to the bus terminal along the way.

When getting off the bus, Chujiu, who was sitting next to Liu Sheng, patted him on the shoulder and said it was retribution.

According to the instructions given to the two on the ninth day of the lunar month, they sent Liu Sheng to the police station to hand over the matter, and then went to the Public Security Bureau.

Help tell the person in charge that the matter has been resolved, and a department will contact them.

Then I will take time out in the next two days to go to the brick factory to make sure that the female body is buried with dignity in the village.

Zhao Meng patted her chest and promised to complete the tasks assigned by the little leader. Next time she comes to play again, she will treat Chujiu to a variety of noodles.

Fortunately, we caught the last bus to Yuncheng.

The train from Yuncheng to Chongqing leaves at around 11 o'clock in the evening. We specifically inquired about it when we got off the train.

Near Yuncheng Railway Station, we found a noodle shop and ordered two bowls of shaved noodles.

The last time I ate noodles, I ate them in a hurry with the admissions teacher near Taiyuan Railway Station.

More than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

My mother must miss me very much. This is the first time I have been away from her for such a long time.

Calculating the time, when we arrive in Chongqing, the parcels and letters I sent before will also arrive in Lijiacun.

When I was thinking wildly, I heard Chujiu making a surprised sound.

It turned out that Chu Jiu was staring intently at the boss cutting noodles. Perhaps because he noticed someone looking at him with admiration, the boss took two steps back. The dough in his hand was three meters away from the pot.

The paper-thick dough pieces were like small darts forming a white line, flying accurately from the boss's hands to the hot soup pot.

"I'll give you a plate of pickles, home-pickled. Everyone who has tasted them says they like them."

The boss brought two large bowls of noodles with a smile on his face, and smiled specifically at Chujiu. It was obvious that the noodles and toppings in Chujiu's bowl exceeded the normal portion.

Authentic foodies are indeed attracted to those who make delicious food.

In the waiting hall of the train station, there were only a few lonely figures, so I simply lay down on a bench to rest.

Chujiu touched his belly and said he was too full and couldn't lie down.

It turns out that foodies sometimes get confused.

The pager vibrated for a long time, it was a message from Uncle Ding.

The gift that Dairy Cow sent us during the Chinese New Year finally arrived in Chongqing after a few months across the ocean.

"Guo Guo, what kind of gift did Teacher Ding send you?"

"Xiaobawang Game Console."

Chujiu jumped up excitedly.

We have seen advertisements for the Xiaobawang game console in shopping malls before, and the price is more than a thousand yuan.

Chujiu happily told me that he had seen introductions in magazines and found that there were many particularly interesting games that were not available in China and were only available in overseas versions.

"Guo Guo, Teacher Ding is so kind. It would be great to be my sister-in-law."

Chujiu talked endlessly about the overseas version of the "Super Mario" game, explaining every detail of the game clearly.

People who don't know, would think that he plays the overseas version of the Overlord game console every day.

"Guo Guo, I suddenly feel that Teacher Ding will be my eldest sister-in-law and Sister Xiaoyu will be my second sister-in-law. It's perfect."

On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, my words became more and more outrageous. I had black lines all over my head, and I warned myself again and again in my heart: Don’t hit people, don’t hit people.

No wonder he was crowned the king of games by his seniors in the Internet cafe. Chujiu used his own memory to tell me from the first level to the fourth level of "Super Mario".

"Chujiu, do you know that the Xiaobawang game console needs to be connected to the TV to play?"

Suddenly, a heartbreaking scream came from the waiting hall.


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