There is no way my vest will fall off!

It was still daylight at this time, but everyone in the house couldn't sleep. They had a lot of questions to know, but now they couldn't find a suitable person to talk to.

Xu Qian didn't pay attention to the situation inside, but went outside to wash his face. The cold water made him wake up a lot, and his thoughts were running wildly in his brain. He once again remembered everything that happened in the monkey cave and what happened there. story.

For some reason, Xu Qian suddenly remembered what her master had said to herself. She said: If you can sacrifice the lives of a small number of people in exchange for the survival of the vast majority, would you be willing to do it?

Xu Qian remembered that he answered like this at that time - "For me personally, if I am the minority, I am willing, if I am the vast majority, then I am not willing."

The reason why he still remembers clearly now is that Xu Qian was very impressed by Master's expression at that time, because Master was smiling at that time, she rarely smiled like this, like spring flowers blooming and green water warming up.

So he was very impressed.

He thought about the question again now, and after thinking about it, the answer seemed to be the same.

Between the perpetrator and the victim, only the victim can decide whether to forgive or not, and the same is true when the relationship between the two is reversed.

After figuring it out, Xu Qian found a random stone outside and sat down. The oncoming cold wind blew his hair on his forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead. His eyes became clearer in the foggy morning.

"Why aren't you inside?" Meng Ziqiu saw Xu Qian standing outside blowing the cold wind as soon as he came out.

Seeing what Meng Ziqiu remembered, Xu Qian patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go out for a while, and don't go anywhere until I come back."

"...Ah? Where are you going...Ah!" Before Meng Ziqiu finished speaking, the other party had already disappeared.

"Come back soon!" Xu Qian turned around and said, before dawn, he flew to several nearby cliffs with Daqing Gong. The skills he practiced in Qutang Gorge in the past are really useful now.

After a while, Xu Qian flew to the nearest cliff and looked down first. Sure enough, a blue object flashed in his eyes. It was a piece of clothing, but judging by the way it had faded it must be at least a few years old.

Xu Qian searched around again, and not far from the clothes, he saw some white bones, more specifically, human bones.

There are obvious gnaws on the white bones, and there is a high probability that they fell (or were pushed down) and were dragged away by nearby wild animals as food.Xu Qian looked at the bones and sighed, and said, 'Rest in peace! ', he picked up the remaining bones, wrapped them in his previous clothes, and stuffed them directly into his backpack.

Xu Qian searched around the area and found five more bones. As before, he collected the rest of the bones and handed them over to the police after they got out. It was a comfort to the family members who were looking for them.

After tidying up the things here, Xu Qian flew to the second cliff and found three other bones under the cliff.

None of these bones left anything related to their identities. I don’t know if they didn’t exist before they fell, or he didn’t find them. Fortunately, the technology is still advanced now, and maybe their families can be found.

Xu Qian returned to the cliff again, and he placed a fairy-catching net halfway up the cliff. This thing is not as powerful as the name sounds, but it is still easy to pick up a few people, although Xu Qian hopes that this thing will not be used. Up, but... just in case!

After arranging all the second-hand preparations, Xu Qian packed up and went back to the village.

On the way to the village, in order to save trouble, Xu Qian, who continued to do light work at low altitude, inadvertently smelled a stench, which went straight to his brain, and almost made him sick.

Xu Qian stopped halfway, frowning and looking for the source of the stench. Seeing that the smell was getting stronger and stronger, he found the source in a mound with obvious traces of smell.

It was an extremely corrupt hand, which was originally buried in the ground, perhaps because of the rain in the past two days, it was washed out again by the rain.

Holding the sword in one hand, Xu Qian clutched his nose and used several skills towards the mound of dirt. After a few seconds, he turned the corpse out of the mound. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, it should be a woman, and she was also a woman. young woman.

Taking a closer look, Xu Qian found that the body was not too corrupt except for the exposed hand, but there was one thing that was very strange. The woman's face was deliberately scratched, from the color of blood From the perspective of the situation, it should be scratched after death.

After death, you still want to scratch the other person's face, either trying to cover up something, or you really hate the other person...

And this place, Xu Qian looked around, it was full of shrubs and trees, there were no traces of people and no roads, almost cut off the possibility of being discovered by others.

Maybe he was the only one who found this place by taking an unusual path.

Xu Qian turned around the corpse, and found a lost hairpin in a bush, with small black and white spots printed on it. This thing reminded him of a picture. He remembered that the old man's daughter seemed to be wearing a hairpin on her head. With the same hairpin...

Xu Qian buried the soil back again, pressed it firmly once, then turned and left.

……

Back in the village, Xu Qian didn't directly go back to the guest house, but went through the gate, which is the way they came in at the beginning.

The old man's door at the entrance of the village was half-closed, and when he got closer, he could vaguely hear the little girl's voice, sweet and playful.

Xu Qian can be sure that these two people have never killed anyone, and there is no murderous value on the status bar.

So, who killed that woman?Was her face also scratched by the same person?

For a while, Xu Qian felt that there were countless questions in his mind bothering him. His curiosity was not strong, but it really confused him. Everything here seemed to be covered with a veil, and he couldn't see clearly or touch well.

When they arrived at the guest house, Meng Ziqiu dragged Xu Qian to eat some bread and stuffed him with a bottle of milk. When he put on the baa vest, Meng Ziqiu immediately changed from a brother to a guardian, which was also strange.

When it was a little brighter, the old man finally came. Everyone in the house knew what might happen next. It was impossible not to be nervous, but they wanted to save Sangzi more than they were nervous.

Uncle Zhang pretended to be thinking, and nodded to the old man after a while, "Okay, since I'm fine, let's take it as a tourist, and take a look at the rural scenery by the way."

The old man smiled on the surface, but he was thinking behind his back, it's a pity that you can only see this scene.