The atmosphere became stalemate, the fat man was a little embarrassed, and Du Qiang also fell silent, constantly looking at Uncle Du frowned, and his eyes flashed.

I walked up, looked carefully at the high heels, and finally sighed: "Mr. Du, these shoes are thirty-seven, Aunt Du's feet must be at least thirty-nine, right?"

When Uncle Du heard this, his face was heavy, he looked at me stubbornly, and said unhappily: "Who said Xiaofen is thirty-nine? She is thirty-seven!"

No matter what we say, Mr. Du doesn't admit it anyway, so Team Zhao sent someone to the county town privately to investigate Aunt Du Fen.

We continued to visit the villagers and found that it was not only Mr. Du who saw the zombies, but also Zhang Chunsheng, the carpenter in the village.

Zhang Chunsheng's family is at the end of the village, and his house is also a two-story building, but there are two large color steel tiled sheds on the side of his house, which are locked on weekdays and two big wolfdogs guarding the gate. One of them contains many coffins, while the other ones are tables and chairs that have just been made and have not been painted yet.

Seeing us coming, Zhang Chunsheng, who had a nervous and worried face, finally felt relieved a little. He first took away the two dogs, and then came up to us, and was very enthusiastic about us.

"Uncle Zhang, what's going on? The big materials in this room are in pieces. Don't you want to sell them for money?"

The fat man carelessly walked around Zhang Chunsheng's house, and then shouted in the shed, with an unexpected tone.

We walked to the shed one after another. Sure enough, at least ten coffins were there, at least half of them were stained with black dirt, and the two coffin lids were violently smashed into grooves as big as fists.

"Village Chief, Police Officer, Xiaonan, see, can these big materials be sold for money? My efforts for several months have ruined half of it!" Zhang Chunsheng's face turned pale and screamed in frustration:

"And the ancestral Nine Dragons Playing Pearl Yin Coffin in my family was also stolen! Last month, a wealthy businessman from the provincial capital offered 50,000 yuan and I didn't buy it."

Looking at Zhang Chunsheng, a man in his forties, with his expression of crying, we also felt a little annoyed.

This ancestor of Zhang Chunsheng is also weird enough. It is not good to make a family heirloom. Even a broken urine jar can be worth some money now, and it is considered an antique. This family is good. After making a coffin as a family heirloom, it has been passed down for four generations. Speaking of which thing, it is actually a real Qing Dynasty antique!

"Who stole your coffin?" Team Zhao looked at me laughed and cried, and then asked Zhang Chunsheng seriously.

"You need to say it? It must be that rich businessman who couldn't buy it, so I'll be secretly here!" The fat man pursed his lips and hated him.

"Fatty, don't talk nonsense!"

I scolded and looked at the big stuff in the room and was out of sight.

The things contaminated by these large materials are obviously not clean things, and those pits are not something that can be smashed by fists.

"You're right, it should be that kind of thing." Mei Liangxin walked behind me in silence and whispered.

"Fat boy, no! It's definitely not that rich businessman. Although that person is rich, his heart is not bad." Zhang Chunsheng shook his head like a wave drum, which made the fat man roll his eyes and secretly scolded Zhang Chunsheng for being stupid in his heart. Will the real bad guy write the words "I am a bad guy" on his face?

"Actually, I saw the guy who stole the shade coffin, yes."

Zhang Chunsheng didn't come out for a long time, and Team Zhao felt a little impatient and asked directly: "Didn't you want to say that it was stolen by zombies, right?"

“Yes Yes Yes”

Zhang Chunsheng nodded fiercely when he heard this, almost broke his neck.

"No, is it? The zombies are coming to steal things too?" The fat man was shocked and his face was pale. Perhaps he remembered the kiss with the old zombie in the museum. His face was very unnatural and he wanted to vomit.

My fat man's eyes turned white, and this guy's butt was sticking out. I knew he was going to poop and pee. How could I not know what he was thinking? The old zombie was already very kind before sucking his yang energy. If he replaced it with an evil spirit and other zombies, he would have died long ago.

Thinking of this, I was a little surprised. Fatty guy's physique doesn't seem to be simple. He always becomes the target of those monsters. This is the case with the old zombies, and the previous eight-coffin soul gathering array is the same. Especially the eight-coffin soul gathering array, which completely takes Fatty guy as the person in the Yang Coffin. Could it be

Pure yang constitution?

I suddenly realized that even if the fat man does not have a real pure yang constitution, at least he has a relatively pure yang energy.

"That's right!" Zhang Chunsheng's quick voice pulled back my attention.

"It's just an old zombie, not tall, about six meters tall, with a pleat on his face, and he smiled at me." Zhang Chunsheng shivered slightly under the scorching sun, and his vest was cold.

"These coffins were destroyed by that old zombie?" I was a little suspicious. The old man was not like such a boring guy. Not to mention destroying these things, I am afraid that with his realm, I wouldn't even bother to look at them, right?

"No, it was destroyed by a dog. The big black dog is as tall as a meter!" Zhang Chunsheng's pupils dilated, and he was a little scary.

"I'm going, do you want to say that those pits are all caused by dog ​​paws? Do you think we idiots?" A young detective interrupted, looking at Zhang Chunsheng with doubt.

"Yes, yes, it's just a dog's paws, but for some reason, it looks like a human fist!" Zhang Chunsheng didn't pay attention to the sarcasm of the detective at all.

"It seems that the big dog is also a ghost." Mei Liangxin's face turned bitter. He was so big that he was playing big, especially the zombie, who was completely unsure of dealing with it.

On the contrary, I was quite calm. What I was worried about was the owner of the high heels and this big dog. As for the old zombie, if he wanted to harm people, he would have been killed long ago and could not hide.

"Lingling"

Team Zhao's cell phone rang, and it was Sun Lei who called it, saying that he had found the extremely exquisite coffin, which looked a little old.

"Check out who the coffin is!" Team Zhao ordered urgently.

"Oh, Fang family in Nannanwan, Village"

When I heard Team Zhao repeat on the phone, my face changed, and the fat man and Zhang Chunsheng's family also looked at me with weird eyes.

Your uncle! There is only Yi family in Nannanwan, which is my family! You cheated, that old man, you say you can steal the coffin, what are you doing when you steal my house? Do you really think I am your son-in-law, your lady’s in-laws? Come when you want to!

"Master Fang? This"

Team Zhao is very smart. He guessed that it was my home after seeing this. He looked at me awkwardly and was at a loss.

"Let's go and have a look! I don't know what the old zombie is doing!" I'm so frustrated. Fortunately, there is someone who proves that I haven't returned to my hometown in Phoenix Village for a long time.

"I also believe that Xiaonan will not want the coffin of that slope, but I don't know if the old zombie will be unfavorable to Xiaonan's family."

Zhang Chunsheng shook his head, and his face was full of suspicion. My family was very good at yi in the village, and he didn't believe that my zombies and I stole his family heirloom.
Chapter completed!