The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

Early in the morning, it started with a scream.

At the beginning, I asked what was wrong, but the people behind me rushed towards the source of the sound.

Tang Jihai was overwhelmed and didn't want to join in the fun, so he continued to work without raising his head.

Xie Cheng likes to join in the fun, and ran over with the big team.

Circles inside and circles outside, layers of people surrounded the place where the accident happened, Xie Cheng squeezed left and right, struggling to squeeze in.

A scorched corpse came into view, Xie Cheng was so startled that he almost sat on the ground.

A woman squeezed in and looked at it for a while, wondering whether to cry or not, then turned to ask a man in the crowd, "Did you see the big tiger this morning?"

The man's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he said, "I didn't see it, it may not be our big tiger."

The woman was already crying, "but he didn't come back last night."

Soon, the village chief came over, "What's going on?"

It turned out that everyone was working in the morning, and a villager came to solve a personal problem. When he came, he found that a stack of wheat straw had been set on fire.

"I'm glad I didn't burn other stacks, otherwise all the straw in this area would have to be burned. I was afraid of sparks, so I went up to check and walked over to see, oh my god, it looks like a corpse."

"Ah...my big tiger...who burned you to death..."

"Aunt Wan, don't cry, maybe it's not your big tiger..." The villagers persuaded, and greeted others, "Who saw the big tiger this morning?"

Everyone is in a mess, and no one has seen a big tiger.

After searching for a long time, Du Hu still couldn't find it. Everyone else was there, but Du Hu was not there.

It is basically certain that it is Wan Dahu from Aunt Wan's family.

Speaking of which, Wan Dahu and the village chief's family are all related by the surname Wan.

Aunt Wan hugged Wan Dahu's body and cried until she fainted several times, and finally knelt on the ground, "Our Dahu, why did we come here for no reason, and was...burned to death... This must be someone who killed my Dahu..."

It is indeed very suspicious. First of all, when the fire started, the wheat straw next to it was not burned. When the spring wind blows, sparks will blow to any stack of wheat straw.

So suspicious.

"Did Duhu say anything recently?" The village head looked serious, stretched out his hand and pressed down, signaling for everyone to be quiet, "Did he say anything depressing?"

Wan Dahu's father, who was the pale man just now, was kneeling beside his son's body with Aunt Wan, looking dazed, as if he didn't understand, his son was fine, why did he die?
His voice was low, as if he was pressing down on a heavy boulder, "My son is the same as before. He is fine and won't come out at night. Someone must have called him out."

Wan Dahu has the word 'tiger' in his name, and he is tall and strong, but his temper is also a bit tiger.

The village chief wanted to ask again, but Aunt Wan suddenly thought of something and said suddenly, "Call the police, my son must have been killed."

Aunt Wan insisted that the village head could only send people to the county once.

The police came quickly, and when they arrived, they checked the body and the scene.

Xie Cheng squeezed out of the crowd and ran back again, "Brother, it was the Wan Dahu in the village who was burned to death."

The waving hoe paused, "Burn to death?" Tang Jihai was puzzled, stopped his hands and straightened up, "Is it the back yard?"

"Yes, it's dark, and it's scary." Xie Cheng moved closer to Tang Jihai, "Brother, Aunt Wan said that her son must have been killed, and the police are here."

The gap between the hoe and the wooden handle was loose. Tang Jihai stood up the hoe with the head up and the wooden handle down, and nailed it hard to the ground.He checked the embedding hole and said, "The stacks of wheat straw are all next to each other, have they all been burned?"

"Hey, brother, how do you know?" Xie Cheng saw that the hoe was in good condition, but was nailed to the ground by his elder brother. After nailing it a few times, the hoe fell off.

"Brother, if you don't know how to repair, don't repair it." Xie Cheng took the hoe and wooden handle and put it on the ground, "Brother, do you think he was really killed?"

"Not good."

In the afternoon, the villagers were basically questioned by the police, and the educated youths were naturally questioned as well, but they basically had little contact with the villagers, and they hadn't even spoken to this Wan Dahu.

After the police questioned them, they let them leave. As they said, they had too little interaction.

But if I really want to say, I actually said something. Others don't remember it, but Tang Jihai has a good memory. He remembers that Wan Dahu once said something for Yang Tao.

that time...

Tang Jihai shook his head. This is the job of the police, and he is not a policeman. Besides, what they said once was useless, and they did not harm anyone.

However, if someone killed someone in the village, he still had to find out. Otherwise, in the village where they lived, there was someone who might kill someone at any time. He was not afraid, but how could other people feel at ease?
Next, they have to study hard, review the contents of middle and high schools, and prepare for the college entrance examination. Their minds should not be occupied by these things.

He had an intuition that this matter had something to do with Yang Tao, so at night he visited the female educated youth's dormitory in person.

There was no electricity in the village, and it was dark everywhere. Tang Jihai walked silently. He walked outside the female educated youth's courtyard and listened carefully to the movement in the house.

There was a man at the base of the wall, eavesdropping without moving. It was useless to listen for a long time.

Not only did he not, but he also voluntarily listened to the three women grinding their teeth and talking in their sleep at night.

Tang Jihai is not an ordinary person, if he wants to listen to the corner, he will listen to everything.

He stayed there until the east was getting red and Zhaoxia was about to reach the horizon before he planned to retreat.

However, at this moment, a person moved in the room.

First, there was the sound of getting dressed, and then the sound of opening and closing the door. It was nothing special at first, and people usually wake up in this process.

But this one was deliberately slowing down his movements. There was the sound of someone turning over, and the sound of getting up stopped immediately.

If it's afraid of waking up other people, it doesn't seem like it, it's more like avoiding people.

It seems to be squatting on a big fish.

Tang Jihai went around to the front and saw Yangtao walking out of the village.

Tang Jihai followed her for a while, and finally watched her enter the county police station.

It seems that either Wan Dahu's death was related to Yang Tao, or Yang Tao knew something that other policemen did not.

However, Tang Jihai felt that the former was more likely. After all, she was the heroine, and if nothing major happened around her, how could she be worthy of her status as the heroine.

Tang Jihai didn't continue to wait, and quickly returned to the educated youth point. When he returned, Yu Jianguo had already woken up. They were used to Tang Jihai's frequent absence of people, so they didn't ask much.

Only Xie Cheng was in bed, sleeping in a daze, saw Tang Jihai coming in from outside, and asked, "Brother, why did you go out so early?"

Other people put on clothes and shoes, and they all looked like I was not curious. In fact, the clothes were put on and the shoes were put on the feet, but they just didn't go to the yard to wash.

"Go out for a walk." Tang Jihai poured water and drank a glass, and directly exposed them, "If you want to ask, just tell me, sneaking is not like a good person."

Wang Chenggang, Wu Ren, Liu Xiaowu: "...hehehe..."