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The two clerks were obviously not able to hold their breath and be frightened, so they immediately explained Zhao Zhigang's whereabouts.

Two days ago, Zhao Zhigang drove back to his hometown in the countryside, saying he was going to visit his wife and son.

Yan Yan showed Yan Su's photo again, and asked them if they had seen each other before, the two employees shook their heads as if they hadn't seen each other.

As for the so-called human finger, Zhao Zhigang took it away, and probably hid it or disposed of it.

Yan Yan found that he couldn't ask for any other valuable information, so he left Gushan County, went back to the City Bureau, put on a body armor, took a police pistol, and drove non-stop to Zhao Zhigang's hometown: Xianshui Village, Cangxi City.

Cangxi City and Ningbei City are both municipalities under the jurisdiction of Yudong Province. Cangxi is located in the south of Ningbei. It takes about six hours to drive from Ningbei to Cangxi by high speed.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Yan Yan arrived at the toll booth at the intersection of Cangxi Expressway.

He checked the location of Xianshui Village, followed the navigation, and drove for nearly two hours before entering Xianshui Village along the winding mountain road.

Cangxi City is not rich at all, and it is far away from the bustling North Ning, and Xianshui Village is a remote village isolated from the world.

The villagers of Xianshui Village are distributed on the mountainside. There is only a cement road leading to the outside of the village, and rape, wheat and other crops are planted along the way.

It was pitch black, and without street lights, Yan Yan drove up the mountainside from the foot of the mountain and entered the village.

The headlights brushed across the dark village, and sometimes two or three dogs barked in the silence.

Yan Yan took out his phone and checked the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

People in the village work from sunrise to sunset, and at this point, most of the villagers go to bed early.

The mobile phone signal only has three bars, and occasionally there is no signal. After Yan Yan finally received the message from Xiao Liu 10 minutes ago, he still couldn't get through to Yan Su's phone.

Yan Yan slapped the steering wheel hard, took a deep breath, sat in the car and looked around, and as far as he could see, the lights in a village household were still on.

Right now, only dead horses are treated as living horse doctors.

Yan Yan turned off the engine, got out of the car, closed the door and locked the car, put the car keys back in his pocket, and went straight to the village with the lights on.

There were two elderly people living in that house, and they should be asleep at this point, but today, for some reason, the cat in the house was restless, jumping up and down in the house and meowing, and the old woman directed the old man to catch the cat. So I haven't lay down at this point.

The old woman scolded the cat: "It's a plague-stricken thing!"

The old man continued to scold: "Going crazy!"

Yan Yan, who is 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of the door without embarrassment. Cats live on four legs.

The two old men looked at him together, Yan Yan smiled, and said politely: "Hello, Uncle and Auntie, sorry to bother you, I want to ask you about someone."

The old woman led him into the house to sit down, and the old man handed him a bench.

"Who are you asking?" the old woman wondered.

Yan Yan briefly explained that his brother was lost, and his brother knew Zhao Zhigang from the village, so Yan Yan came to find Zhao Zhigang.

"It's a long story, the matter is urgent, do uncles and aunts know where Zhao Zhigang's family lives?" Yan Yan asked.

The old woman thought for a while, then sighed: "Hey, son, I'm afraid you came here in the wrong place. Zhigang, we know each other. He made a fortune a few years ago, so he moved away from the village. The whole family is gone now." Live in Saltwater Village."

Yan Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked unwillingly, "Then does he usually come back?"

"I come back occasionally. They still have three acres of land." The old man sat down beside Yan Yan and poured hot water for him. "He usually lives in their old house when he comes back."

"Has he been back lately?"

The two old men looked at each other.

The old man took the cigarette from Yan Yan, held it in his hand without smoking, and hissed: "I haven't paid attention to this one, it seems that I came back once, just the day before yesterday? I probably came back to see their land, but I left that afternoon .”

The old woman nodded: "Son, why don't you go to the city and ask, Zhigang really doesn't live here."

"Thank you, uncle and aunt," Yan Yan took a breath, walked out of the house, and stood in the courtyard, "May I ask again, which is Zhao Zhigang's old house?"

"Oh, it's close to us." The old woman showed him the way enthusiastically. "Just over there, see. Go up the mountain after passing the ditch. It's their old house."

In the past two years of poverty alleviation construction, the houses in the village were all built in the same location and standard. Only Zhao Zhigang and his family did not move, so there is only Zhao Zhigang and his old house in that place.

Yan Yan just glanced at it and confirmed that it is a good place to hide things and people.

Without further ado, he bid farewell to the two old people, and returned to his car under the pretext of staying out of sight of the two old people. He turned again, entered the mountain, and went straight to Zhao Zhigang's old house.

There was really no one around, and there was a bamboo forest in front of the old house, and there was a Chinese pastoral dog.

Yan Yan crouched behind the rocks, checked the pistol and bullets, pressed the bulletproof vest on his body, and carefully listened to the surroundings with his ears up.

Since entering the Ningbei City Bureau, the days of licking blood seem to be far away from him. As a criminal policeman and catching criminals, he usually does not encounter vicious terrorists.

At this moment, Yan Yan thought of Ning Beiqian's life of tightrope walking single-handedly carrying a cannon into the enemy camp.

Yan Yan settled down. His night vision ability was comparable to that of a night cat. After his eyes adapted to the darkness, he quickly saw the whole old house under the moonlight.

There was a sound in the room, Yan Yan held the 5.4 style with one hand, walked around to the side of the old house, away from the fierce dog.

He heard snoring.

The snoring was so loud that one could imagine that the owner's sleep quality was not high.

The snoring came from the second floor. There were people living in this old house.

Like a swift wild leopard, Yan Yan ran to the base of the wall of the old house silently, and moved slowly against the wall.

The old house is that kind of ordinary rural old house, the front yard welcomes guests, and the backyard raises poultry and livestock.

If you want to hide people, there are two places, one is inside the house and the other is the backyard.

Yan Yan identified the location, the backyard was surrounded by a wooden fence, and Yan Yan easily jumped over the half-person-high fence and fell into the yard.

There are no poultry and livestock, and the pigsty, chicken and duck cages are empty.

Yan Yan did not find any trace of the Tibetans, he gritted his teeth, and nimbly approached the wall of the old house.

There is a back door behind the old house, connecting the backyard and the house, Yan Yan stared at the keyhole, it was an ordinary wooden door lock.

He looked around and broke off half of the iron wire that bound the fence. It was rusty. Yan Yan rubbed his hands to wipe off the rust. He went back to the back door, stuffed the wire into the keyhole, and held his breath to unlock it.

After a slight click, the door lock unlocked, Yan Yan pulled out the wire, pushed the door open silently, and entered the room.

The house is cold, unpopular all year round, and smells musty.

Yan Yan took out Type 5.4, held guns in both hands, and pressed his back against the wall to check the first floor.

A box of instant noodles, ham sausage, and other snacks was thrown into the kitchen on the first floor. Yan Yan counted the bags of instant noodles in the garbage basket and opened seven or eight bags. Judging from the time when Zhao Zhigang came back, there were about two people.

There are not many people, so it is easier to solve.

Without delay, Yan Yan turned around and went up to the second floor.

After confirming the number of people on the other side, Yan Yan was no longer so cautious. He strode to the door on the second floor and knocked heavily on the door.

The two people in the room were woken up quickly, and one of them cursed: "Who knocked on the door at night!"

Yan Yan said coldly: "The boss asked me to come, do you take care of him?"

Soon, there was the sound of walking quickly in the room, Yan Yan put the 5.4 style back into his pocket, and the moment the door opened, he made an uppercut and overturned the person who opened the door.

It was a man with a strong build. He was punched and fell down unexpectedly.

Behind the person who opened the door was another strong man who was almost the same size as him. Yan Yan raised his leg and kicked horizontally, with one leg wrapped in a thousand pounds of strength, he was thrown straight into the air.

The two quickly realized that something was wrong and rushed forward together.

Yan Yan grabbed a man's arm and twisted it hard, the bones dislocated and made a cracking sound, the man violently dislocated and wailed loudly in pain.

Yan Yan stepped forward in three steps at a time, grabbed the other one, grabbed the other person's collar, slammed his forehead against the wall, and the other one passed out.

Yan Yan kicked the dislocated man. Under the night, he looked like the evil ghost Shura, and his voice was piercingly cold: "You locked him up, where are you?"

The dislocated man was trembling with fright, and pointed at the closed bedroom door tremblingly.

Yan Yan rushed over, raised his foot and kicked the door, the door panel hit the wall, and there was a loud bang.

Under the moonlight, Yan Su nestled in the corner, his exposed skin was slightly bruised, his cheeks were flushed, and he was unconscious.