Shao Dong was not afraid that Zhang Dasha would pop out suddenly, but he hugged and even kissed him. What was surprised was the strangeness that appeared in his heart.

The reason why Shaodong looked shocked was because he had never encountered this feeling since he became a policeman...

Moreover, Zhang Dasha's face was covered with disheveled hair, and his long hair covered his entire face. In addition, he was thinking all the way, and suddenly he was caught in the world by such a scene, which made him feel at a loss for a moment.

Putting aside Zhang Dasha's episode, the group continued to set out along the mountain path towards the top of the mountain. Of course, Zhang Dasha also joined this vocation.

I heard from Lao Zhao that Zhang Dasha is in his forties and fifties, but because of mental problems, he jumped all the way and was so happy.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Shao Dong and others are envious of Zhang Dasha's condition. Although they are a little sloppy, their life is a little more casual. They do whatever they want and don't have to care about other people's eyes at all.

If you are hungry, you can eat enough. If you are sleepy, you can fall asleep.

"At this, the Death Bell Pavilion is above." After walking for a while, Lao Zhao pointed to the last 100 stone stairs and said, "Generally speaking, the Death Bell Pavilion is taken care of by the elderly in the village who are over 60 years old. I don't know who is here today."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in Geyi walked out of the deathbed, because Lao Zhao and his group were also climbing more than a hundred stone steps. The old man Geyi saw them clearly and asked in confusion: "I said Lao Zhao, what wind has blown you today?"

It is obvious that the old man Ge Yi knew Lao Zhao. Of course, when Shao Dong and others saw the old man Ge Yi, they became curious.

You know, in the past half century, no one has ever worn gilded clothes anymore. The old man's gilded clothes are indeed somewhat innovative in today's era.

"What are you doing? I can't come to chat with you for nothing?" Old Zhao was very familiar with the old man and spoke very casually. He glanced at Shao Dong and others looked at the old man Ge Yi in surprise, and explained immediately: "They are just a lot of rules. Every guy who cares about the death knives must be dressed in Ge Yi and cloth shoes to show his piety."

After hearing what Lao Zhao said, Shao Dong noticed that the old man Ge Yi was wearing a pair of pure handmade cloth shoes.

"What do you mean by many rules? This is the inheritance of the ancestors. You guys know what they know, and you may not even remember the ancestor's surname." Old Man Ge Yi was very unhappy with Lao Zhao's statement, and immediately refuted.

"Yes, yes, it is inheritance, it is inheritance." Lao Zhao said disdainfully: "It takes sixty years old to come to the mountain to guard the death knell, right? It's not possible to be a day, right? This is your inheritance, you won't be able to make any adjustments at all."

When Lao Zhao talked about this, he was quite disdainful. Old Man Ge Yi shrugged helplessly. On this issue, the two of them had been arguing for so many years, and no one could convince anyone.

Because Shaodong and others were puzzled, Lao Zhao explained and said, "Their Xihe Village is not big, but there are many rules. For example, the guardian's death knives must be after you celebrate your 60th birthday before you have the qualifications.

Moreover, as long as you are over 60 years old and have this qualification, you will have this obligation, which is a must."

From the beginning of coming here, Shaodong has indeed discovered that there are many rules in this Xihe Village, such as how to ring the death knives, how many times to ring, when to ring it, and for example, the people who maintain the death knives on weekdays, who maintain it, etc.

But Shaodong found a problem: the rules of the entire Xihe Village seem to revolve around this death knell?

Thinking of this, he thought of the sound of the bell he had heard before and asked, "Old man, when I was at the foot of the mountain, I heard a bell ring. I wonder if it was you ringing it?"

"The bell rang?" Old Man Ge Yi asked with confusion and asked back, "You can't hear it wrong. We have read the records in the village. There is no chance to ring the death knell recently. Moreover, even if someone has an accident, it will be only typing until night. It's in broad daylight, who will ring it?"

Shaking his head, Shao Dong clearly remembered that what he heard was the bell, loud and high, and immediately said: "No, I heard it with my colleagues at that time. It is impossible to hear it wrong, it is the bell. Moreover, after I heard the bell, I felt a little depressed."

After hearing what Shao Dong said, the old man Ge Yi looked at Lao Zhao, Wang Bo and others again.

Wang Bo simply nodded, but Lao Zhao said, "I heard it on the way here before. Although it was not as clear as they could hear it, I can be sure that the sound is the sound that only the death knives in your village can make."

After Lao Zhao said that, the old man Ge Yi obviously believed it because Lao Zhao had heard the rhythm of the death knives in Xihe Village before, so he didn't doubt it now.

But it was precisely because the old man Ge Yi believed that his face turned pale in an instant.

Nervous, fear, and uneasy emotions kept alternating on his face, making Shao Dong and others stunned.

"What's wrong? Didn't you just knock it wrong? Do you even have cold sweats?" Although Lao Zhao knew Xihe Village quite well, he was not a local from Xihe Village after all. He was not very clear about many things and many taboos.

Therefore, he could not understand the emotions of the old man Geyi at this time.

Of course, the old man Ge Yi was nervous and uneasy for a while, and said to Lao Zhao helplessly: "You know, you know, you all heard the sound of the death knives at the foot of the mountain, and I am on this mountain, closer to the death knives than you, right?"

"You mean..." Old Zhao also realized a question and asked, but before he finished speaking, the old man Ge Yi said, "Yes, I didn't hear it! I was on the top of this mountain and didn't hear the sound of the death knell. Do you understand!"

After he said this, everyone had indeed arrived at a little strangeness. Shaodong, who was far away at the foot of the mountain, could hear it clearly. The old man Geyi, who was closest to the death knives on the top of the mountain, had no movement at all. What was going on?

"Can this death knell be a bit special? Instead, the person ringing nearby cannot hear the movement?" Wang Bo asked subconsciously. Recently, he has become obsessed with entering science. He likes to study everything that cannot be explained.

But the old man Ge Yi shook his head very simply and said, "Impossible. Our village has ringed this death knell before. Anyone who performs the bell ringing is shocked by the rumbling bell for several days and his ears are not working. How could he stand in front of it and not hear it?"

After hearing the old man Ge Yi say it, Shao Dong fell into deep thought.

He felt that there was something wrong with this. First of all, as soon as Xu Ping died, the death knell was ringed without rules. This was the first problem.

Secondly, the old man Ge Yi was clearly on the top of the mountain, but he did not hear the sound of the death knell being ringed. This is the second.

Third, who rang the death knell and why did he ring the death knell?

"Old man, is this death knell often ringing randomly?" Shao Dong asked in confusion.

But his words were exchanged for the glaring eyes of the old man Geyi, and he said directly without hesitation: "What do you think this is? This is a death knell. It means a person's death without ringing once. You want to die in Xihe Village, right?"

After being trained by the old man Ge Yi, Shao Dong was quite embarrassed and smiled awkwardly, saying, "Sorry, old man, I don't mean that. I mean, was this death knell ringing for no reason before? Maybe it was because the children were playful, maybe it was because the outsiders didn't understand the customs of Xihe Village, or the like."

Old Man Ge Yi was not the kind of unreasonable and unreasonable personality. After hearing what Shao Dong said, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's impossible. There are people guarding the Death Knox Pavilion for 24 hours. People who don't understand the rules in the other country will not let them come up. The children in this village have been warned by their families and will not come up to play rashly."

In Xihe Village, the children at home are no matter how naughty they are at home, as parents and elders can tolerate it, but the only thing they can't tolerate is that the children go up the mountain to ring the death knell.

Death knives have special significance for Xihe Village. Although people today cannot explain the meaning, they still firmly believe that Death knives are the cornerstone of their development and lingering in Xihe Village.

"There hasn't been a problem with this death knell before?" Shao Dong asked unwillingly.

He didn't believe that this death knell would really be ringed for no reason.

At least there must be a reasonable reason, and this is the critical moment when Xu Ping just died.

"Before?" Old Man Ge Yi thought about it seriously and said, "It's been so many years. I have never heard of the death knell making mistakes. Every time it is ringed, there are reasons why it is ringed."

"That's how..." When Shao Dong was about to give up, the old man Ge Yi suddenly said: "By the way, for decades, the death knives seemed to have had problems. It seemed that in those years, the death knives had problems every now and then. At that time, they said that the death knives were warning us or warning us. I was not old at that time and I was not very clear."

Decades ago? Shao Dong heard these words and thought, "Do you still remember the specific years?"

Shaking his head, the old man Ge Yi said, "As old as he grows, his memory is getting worse and worse. I may have remembered it clearly before, but now, I really can't remember it anymore. I just remember it. There have been a few times, but in the specific years, I really can't remember it clearly. Otherwise, I'll check it out for you.

At the death knives, whenever the death knives ring, no matter what it is, it will be recorded in detail, time, reason, and duration."

"Okay, okay!" At this time, Shao Dong had a bold guess in his mind, of course everything was good.

The old man Ge Yi quickly returned to the Death Bell Pavilion and found a thick thread-bound book.

Although I haven't drawn and recorded it in some years, the thread-bound books are still spotless. From this point alone, it can be seen that on weekdays, no matter who is guarding the death knives in Xihe Village, they clean it up.

Of course, just this yellowed thread-covered version, Shao Dong was shocked after only looking at the few words on the cover.

Traditional fonts and quaint writing formats are not important. What is important is that there is a line of small characters on this thread-bound book.

In the seventh year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty...

Damn, this whole thing is about antiques! It’s been more than two hundred years since today!

"This is a record certificate that the death knives in Xihe Village have not been ringed once. I have also read them in my spare time. Judging from the recent records, from the year of Yongzheng to the present, the death knives have been ringed less than thirty times. There are various reasons, please take a look at it yourself."

It was not the first time that Mr. Ge Yi was staying at this death knives pavilion. When he was bored in his spare time, he had read this death knives notes. He was only older and his memory was a little unable to keep up.

Of course, when Shao Dong took it, he was really careful. What a joke, this guy is really probably the real antique that has been passed down from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. If he is really broken, he will be a policeman for his whole life and may not be able to afford this yellowed thread-covered book.

Shaodong's goal of reading was very clear. He didn't care about the front, but started directly from the back. Not long after, Shaodong found what he wanted to see.

On July 22, 1987, the death knives were ringed for no reason, and there was no result in investigation. On that day, the guardian of the death knives pavilion was a member of the Zhang clan, and he was unaware of anything.

On April 14, 1989, the death knives were ringed for no reason, and no results were found. The guardian of the death knives pavilion that day, the Yang clan member, was unaware of it.

On May 12, 1998, the death knives were ringed for no reason, and there was no result in investigation. The guardian of the death knives pavilion, who was a member of the Wang clan, was unaware of it.

In 1987, 1989, and 1998, Shao Dong silently recited these three years. Although his mind was confused, he had some enlightenment.

"Old Zhao, call me now to check when did Old Man Xu die, his father, mother, and his wife die?"

Without thinking too much, Shao Dong gave a direct order.

Although Lao Zhao didn't know what Shaodong wanted him to check this, he still recalled while making a phone call.

Because the police station household registration department has this information, Lao Zhao quickly found out the situation and said: "According to what I just learned, Old Man Xu's father, mother and his wife passed away one after another in 1987, 1989, and 1998."

As expected!

Shao Dong squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth while rubbing his head desperately and continued, "Old Zhao, work harder and make sure for me the specific date of their deaths. I want to accurately determine which month and which day!"

After hearing what Shaodong was going to make arrangements, Lao Zhao continued to work, but Wang Bo came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

When he came over, Liu Jun also came over and looked at Shaodong with confusion. He didn't understand, isn't this investigating Xu Ping's case? Why are he now investigating his old man Xu's parents?

Shao Dong didn't explain too much, and directly showed the death knives record of 1998 that he was flipping in his hand. After reading it, he turned a page forward, which happened to be from 1989. Then, he turned to 1987 again.

Both of them are policemen. Although Liu Jun has a sleek personality, there is no shortage of intelligence and keenness that a policeman should have.

The two of them immediately looked surprised, because they still clearly remembered the numbers reported by Lao Zhao before.

Because of this, the two of them looked at Lao Zhao with anticipation, just like Shao Dong.

As an experienced old policeman, Lao Zhao naturally would not disappoint everyone. After communicating with the police station with a simple phone call, he said: July 22, 1987, April 14, 1989, and May 12, 1998."

That's true!

Shao Dong was stunned immediately. He didn't have such great expectations at the beginning, and always treated it as an optional clue, but who knows why this clue evolved into this?

You know, these three days are the day when Old Man Xu’s father, mother and wife passed away!

He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to say it was or was it a coincidence, so he had to continue studying this thread-bound book that had been passed down from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty and continued to read it.

Because there are not many people who are truly qualified to be the death knell after death, so Shao Zhong read it very quickly. When he closed the thread-bound book, he was completely confused. In the past two hundred years, in the entire Xihe Village, except for the three years found before, there are other reasons for ringing the death knell every time. What does it mean?

"Old man, you should put this book away." Although I had many questions in my heart, I couldn't save the kindness I said.

The old man Ge Yi took the thread-covered book, smiled, and said, "That can be put away. Since the death knell has ringed today, according to the regulations, I must record this on it."
To be continued...