When I saw the two staff members, I immediately asked, "Is the stitching of the neck and head of the body made by your funeral home?"

When I said this, my whole person was very nervous, and my eyes were close to the two staff members.

The two staff members also often saw the body of the master, but looked at the stew of the big white neck, some dodged eyes, looked at it carefully, and then looked at us in doubt.

"I remember when the body was sent, the stitching of the neck and head was done, and I thought it was stitched up when you sent it."A funeral home staff member spoke.

The fat man exclaimed something, “How is that possible!I thought your brother’s neck injury was stitched!”

The people at the funeral home heard the fat man so loudly, his face was a little unpleasant, and he told the fat man calmly, "When the body was sent, it was stitched up, you can not believe it, you can ask our funeral home teacher Fu."

I patted the fat man's shoulder, so that the fat man not too excited, the death of the white also made me feel very uncomfortable, now I still calmly deal with this matter, it is best to catch the murderer who killed the big white, only in this way, we can avenge the white.

The fat man also knew that he had some impulse, took a deep breath, and loosened his tightly-credled fist.

Watching the fat man be able to handle his emotions, my whole heart was also put down.

“You mean when the body is sent, the wound in your neck is already stitched, and you don’t know who’s stitched?”I asked in silence.

The man looked at me and nodded to me, "It really means that, when the body was sent, the wound was already stitched, and the teacher of our funeral home could not help but be amazed, saying that the stitching method must have come from the master's hand."

I stared at the big white neck, there was nothing left for the funeral staff, and I waved my hand and let the two of them go out.

The two men nodded their heads at me and immediately walked behind me.

Waiting for the two people to leave here, Mo Yan looked at me with a strange look.

"You know who killed the white."I shook my head at the musk.

I really do not understand this, but my reasoning, the stitching of the old village chief of Chengjia Village and the body of the child, is the same as the suture of the big white head.

But the purpose is different, and I am very doubtful.

The old village chief's head and the child's body stitched in front of me, the purpose was to remind me that the old village chief was dead, let me put the target on the old village chief.

And now the white is killed, so the head is stitched together, so that the white can have a complete body.

Although they are all stitches, the meaning is huge.

I lowered my voice to tell me all my thoughts.

He listened to me, mused, and his eyes stared at me.

When I encounter some things, my brain has no good intentions of ink, so I want to know some thoughts about ink.

"Let's go see the third lady first."He thought for a moment and suddenly came up with this word to me.

I thought that the ink was going to speak his mind, and for a moment he paused for a moment, looking at the look in the ink, and nodded to the ink, and followed behind the ink speech.

“Movement is also on guard against fat people!”I thought for a moment.

At first, the blood Linglong followed me to say that the fat man was not, and now the ink is also on guard against the fat man.

When I left, I couldn't help but look back at the fat man, and the painful expression on the fat man's face could not be faked.

Arriving at another funeral home, he looked at me.

"Tell me what you think, tell me."I lowered my voice and said.

Mo said a soft voice, then nodded, "Little leaf, have you ever thought about it, this person's suture of the head and neck is actually a reminder to you, and the white is not what he killed, or that he used a method to tell you some reality."

I patted my forehead, and I was too horny.

When I saw the stitching of the head and neck, I thought that the man must be the murderer, but I did not think, he would use this method to remind me.

After all, I was reminded of this method in the village.

I stood in the same place and thought for a long time, but I couldn't think of breaking my head.

He looked at me like that, and he was in a hurry.

"If you don't, you will tell me about the Chengjia Village, I will think about it, after all, the strength of two people is always greater than that of one."The words whispered.

I said it immediately, and immediately followed the words, and I said it all over again.

It took me half an hour to explain it.

When I had finished, the words were lost in thought.

I looked at the words into thought, I can't bother, I know that the mind of the ink is better than me, and I can only wait for the ink to say quietly.

Suddenly, the ink said, and the whole person kept walking around.

I can only look at the words in a hurry.

After half an hour, Mo Yan looked at me very seriously.

"I have a bold idea."Mo spoke.

I thought to myself, no matter what was too bold, first tell me that it would happen, and I was almost in a hurry to die.

He took a deep breath and said something that stunned me.

“White may not be dead!And the lying corpse in the funeral home next door is probably not white, which means that the white has brought us a pussy for the prince.”Mo spoke.

“Mo... the word!What are you talking about!How could white not be dead.”I was hoarse.

Mo Yan's eyes squinted slightly, and then spoke to me: "At the beginning, the man used the sewing method of the human head and neck to tell you that the living old village chief was dead, then we can't think in reverse, the dead white is actually still alive, perhaps this is his real intention, the specific who he is, we certainly do not know, but since he can remind you in Chengjia Village, then he should not be a bad person."

I was shocked and couldn’t help but give a thumbs up to the ink.

I’ve been struggling with this all the time, but I haven’t changed my mind.

As soon as the words were translated, everything seemed to be getting closer to reality.

Maybe that’s what I was using that means to tell me.

“How long has it been since White died?”I quickly asked.

Mo thought for a moment and said, "He died the day before."

I suddenly patted my thighs, and the death of the day before, and the death time of the old village chief was one day away.