Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

When Ye Linyun woke up again, he was in a simple room.

"what--"

With a cry of surprise, he jumped up from the bed and bumped his head against a corner of the wooden window, almost bursting into tears.

Under the severe pain, he regained consciousness in an instant.

In a dim room, with the setting sun and sunset, a little orange light leaked in.

The bed under him was hard, like a big rock, and the ground was uneven, with moss growing in the corners and crevices.

Not far away is a square table with two benches beside it, and a purple-red wooden cabinet near the door, which is full of dust.

Once the bits and pieces of furniture were arranged, the whole room became cramped.

Ye Linyun frantically scanned the inside of the house a few times, and then looked out of the window. He could see the trees outside and the mountains farther away.

There are no dead bodies.

There is no He Xianhua.

Ye Linyun touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and let out a slow breath.

Is it a dream?

It's a dream.

He unconsciously twirled his fingertips, the cold and sticky feeling still lingering.

Will there be such a real touch in the dream?

"Squeak-"

There was a soft sound from the half-closed wooden door, and the door opened wider.

Ye Linyun's heart almost jumped out of fright, raised his head in shock, and looked towards the door.

There was no one at the door.

Ye Linyun was dripping with cold sweat again. He held back his screaming, pinched his thigh hard, and twisted it twice. The pain made him grit his teeth unconsciously, but at least he calmed down.

"Who?" Ye Linyun tentatively spoke, his voice hoarse.

It must have been a long time since he had drunk water, and he felt that his throat was about to smoke.

"Who's there?" Ye Linyun endured the discomfort and continued to ask, "What kind of place is this?"

Ye Linyun's eyes moved down inadvertently, and saw a tender hand appearing beside the back of the bed.

A child's hand, dirty.

Ye Linyun backed away in horror, and with a muffled "dong", he slammed into the window again.

Panicked, he didn't notice the footsteps coming from outside.

"Little fish! Why did you come here alone!" An aged and hoarse voice came from outside, and the footsteps became faster, "Is that gentleman awake?"

The child's head appeared behind the bed. He glanced at Ye Linyun, who was covering his head, then turned his head and nodded to the outside, saying, "I'm awake, I'm putting my head on the window."

Ye Linyun: "..." It's not that I don't have one.

An old man with pale hair on his temples appeared at the door, with his back bent, leaning on a cane in one hand, and holding a bowl of water in the other, walking tremblingly inside.

The bowl that was not grasped firmly dangled, and half of the water was spilled.

Ye Linyun leaned his back against the wall, nervously looking at the strange combination of old and young, his face full of vigilance and vigilance.

"You brought me here?" Ye Linyun asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Is it kidnapping?Blackmail?

No one would be so idiotic as to let these two old, weak, sick and disabled combinations who would collapse at any time put him in a sack.

In fact, there is another guess, but Ye Linyun is unwilling to admit it——

"The little fish saw you lying on the ground earlier. It was too hot and the place would be dehydrated, so we brought you back," said the old man.

When Ye Linyun touched his back, he realized that there were a few places where there was a dull pain from rubbing, and there were holes in his clothes.

You can't expect how gentle the old and weak combination can treat the injured.

It would be good if he didn't let him hang out in the sun.

Ye Linyun looked out of the window again, and suddenly felt that the shapes of the vegetation and mountains looked familiar, just like what he saw in the "dream".

That is not a dream.

"Drink some water first." The old man handed the bowl to the child, motioning for him to take it. "It's so hot now, if you don't drink water, you will die."

The child's footsteps were much more nimble, and he quickly ran to the bedside with the bowl in his hand, and handed it to Ye Linyun.

Many years ago, the large-mouthed ceramic bowls that were popular in the countryside were only decorated with blue patterns around the mouth of the bowl. At this time, the color had already fallen off with the gap on the side of the bowl, and only half of the water in the bowl was left. The oil stains became particularly obvious, and small black floating insects could still be vaguely seen struggling up and down on the water surface.

The gaps between the little fingers holding the bowl were full of dirt.

Ye Linyun frowned subconsciously, writing resistance from head to toe.

However, he had nothing on him, no money, no mobile phone, and he didn't even know where to throw his coat.

Of course there will be no clean water.

"I know that the bosses in your city like to be clean. I boiled this water specially, like what you said... Sterilized and sterilized, don't worry drink it."

The old man couldn't stand still, dragged a stool and sat down, his face was a little smug because of such "understanding" preparations.

Ye Linyun swallowed, his throat was so dry that it hurt.

In the end, the instinct of survival prevailed. He slowly moved to the side of the bed, reached for the bowl of water, and whispered "Thank you" in a somewhat awkward voice.

The child smiled at him, with a missing front tooth in his grinning mouth.

The taste of the water was as unpalatable as Ye Linyun imagined, like rotten pickles soaked in the water, a strange smell spread in the whole mouth.

But he needs water, even if the water is filled with poison, he will swallow it without hesitation at this time.

Ye Linyun frowned and swallowed the water quickly, lest the taste stay in his mouth for too long.

"Cough cough cough-"

Drink too fast and choke.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "Drink it slowly, there is still in the kitchen, but just wake up, let's wait a while before drinking."

Ye Linyun covered his mouth and coughed twice, then nodded, enduring his young master's temper.

This is not a company, nor his home, nor is it a place where a group of cronies support him unconditionally.

Although he is usually used to himself, Ye Linyun still has such a little judgment.

Ye Linyun slowed down, handed the bowl back, and asked, "What is this place?"

The smile on the old man's face suddenly faded a little. He looked out the window and shook his head: "I don't know either."

Ye Linyun was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you a villager here?"

The old man looked him up and sighed: "You really don't remember me."

Ye Linyun stared blankly at him for a long time, but still didn't see the slightest sense of familiarity: "Have we met?"

"It's okay if I don't remember, I'm just a poor beggar." The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, waved to the child, told him to stand beside him, and briefly introduced, "This is my grandson, Xiaoyu."

"I took Xiaoyu to visit his parents' grave that day. I was bumped on the way there. When I woke up, I was in this village."

The old man touched his grandson's head, showing a worried expression.

"I have never been to this place. Our grandpa and grandson have been going back and forth for three days, but we haven't seen a single person. The things in this place have a history of at least 30 to [-] years. People have long since evacuated them, and even the road signs have been removed. Buried, I don’t know where it is, there are mountains and water in the front and back, maybe there are wild animals in the mountains..."

Ye Linyun couldn't help interrupting him: "No one?"

The old man nodded: "There is no one."

Ye Linyun asked: "Then how did you survive?"

The old man pointed to the kitchen at the back: "There is leftover rice there. It looks like someone dropped it not long ago. There are also some wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain. I'm pretty good at these."

Ye Linyun's mind was in a mess, he managed to pull out a thread, and muttered to himself; "No one...no one, then how did I get here? Where did you see me? And——"

What about the corpse?

Ye Linyun couldn't help shivering, swallowed, but still didn't dare to ask that question directly.

The old man moved his finger in one direction, pointing to the backing mountain: "At the foot of the mountain, I wanted to find some wild vegetables, but I just saw two people lying outside."

He Xianhua really exists.

Ye Linyun's heart beat faster and faster: "Then... what about the other person?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and looked at Ye Linyun with complicated eyes, as if he had made a decision after struggling for a long time.

"It's buried." The old man said softly, "I buried the clothes together, and washed away those marks with water. It's hot outside now, and it will dry quickly. If it rains, there will be no traces." coming."

His voice was very soft and fast, as if he was saying something shameful.

that's the truth--

He buried apparently murdered bodies, cleaning up all traces.

Even if he didn't kill someone, it's still illegal and criminal.

More importantly, the attitude he displayed.

It was as if Ye Linyun was the murderer.

He was helping Ye Linyun "cover up his crime".

I did not kill.

His death is none of my business.

Ye Linyun's blood was about to freeze, but seeing the old man's expression, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't mention it, no one else will know."

The old man said to himself, while pulling an ugly smile at Ye Linyun.

"If we can get out alive." The old man finally said.

Yuncheng, behind an old-fashioned community in the west of the city.

The old people who took their dogs out for a walk walked together to the park behind the community.

Passing by a garbage station on the way, several elderly people subconsciously slowed down their breathing in advance to prevent the stench from entering the nasal cavity.

The property in the old-fashioned community is just a decoration, and the cleaning of the garbage station behind the community basically depends on the mood and time of the person in charge.

Although people in the community have reported it many times, the person in charge laughs every time, superficially perfunctory, and then still goes his own way.

It’s okay in winter, but in summer, the stench lingers for a long time, which can be called hell on earth.

For this reason, the old people living in the back row defected to their relatives and children one after another, leaving only some shy young people who are struggling to make ends meet and live here at a low price.

"I heard that this place is going to be rebuilt, and finally someone can do something practical."

"There have been so many complaints before, even the deaf should pay more attention."

While chatting casually, several old people slowed down their pace and tried to go around to the other side.

"I don't have any other requirements. Just dispose of this garbage station. With such a strong smell, no one will know when the corpse rotted in it."

The old man who was talking was watching a TV show with his granddaughter during this period. It is said that it was a "snack show" with corpses all over the screen. Seeing this terrible environment, he couldn't help thinking about it.

The person next to him couldn't help but made a startled expression: "Don't talk nonsense about such things, it's so scary."

The other person couldn't help but continued: "I can't say for sure. I saw a few young men in the building behind. They didn't leave the gate all day long. They were so gloomy that they didn't know what they were thinking. It doesn't look like a normal person..."

Several people walked forward while communicating.

After the stench became obvious, they all closed their mouths and quickened their pace, wanting to pass through this "stinky hell" quickly.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

The dogs on the lead were not as docile as they used to be, they howled towards the garbage station, and another dog walked around and hid behind its owner's feet after barking, whimpering softly.

"What's wrong?" The old man hastily tightened the dog's leash, and looked up in the direction of the barking dog.

The garbage truck that I haven't seen for a few days is slowly withdrawing from the garbage station.

Several old people stopped quickly, pinching their noses and waiting for the garbage truck to be emptied.

The dogs barked louder.

The garbage truck quickly backed out and drove onto the main road.

The old man who was pulling the dog heaved a sigh of relief, opened his mouth, and the smell from the tip of his nose was still so strong that it made people want to vomit: "Why is it still so smelly after cleaning?"

No one answered her.

Some of the people next to him looked into the garbage station, and some stared at the car in a daze. All of them had doubts on their faces, which gradually turned into panic.

"That car, it seems that it didn't take any garbage with it."

"On the front of the car, the red ones... are they blood?"

"Inside, inside—" the old man looked at the garbage station with a trembling voice, and asked his companion uncertainly, "Is that person on the wall alone?"

The others followed subconsciously.

Sticking to the wall under the shade of the trees, it looked more like a piece of human-shaped cake. Without support, it slid down slowly and fell to the ground with a thud.

All that was left on the wall was a piece of dark red humanoid paint.

When Lin Jianqiu came out of the building, he brought a note.

Ye Huaishuang parked the car on the side of the road and waited for him, and asked, "Is everything going well?"

Lin Jianqiu nodded, opened the door to get in the car, and handed the note to Ye Huaishuang: "Someone submitted the manuscript anonymously. This is the account number. You can check it with someone. The account number below is the bank transfer account. Someone is willing to pay for it." The news about Qi Yueze and He Xianhua has already paid a deposit, but the card number is probably not my own..."

The specific situation still needs to continue to investigate.

The only thing that is certain is that the kidnapping of Qi Yueze by He Xianhua this time involved the participation of people who had no connection with him.

It may be to retaliate against a certain person in the incident, or it may be just to watch the fun and not think it's a big deal-the malicious kind.

Ye Huaishuang nodded: "Is there any help?"

Lin Jianqiu smiled and shook his head: "For the time being, there are no corpses or evidence to test."

Of course he knew that Ye Huaishuang was not simply referring to his own major: "As for the others, just focus on finding someone, I don't need it for now."

Ye family's youngest son is missing, parents are of course the most anxious.

Before the police could reply to the investigation results, they had already figured out their own way to find someone.

Lin Jianqiu was not going to interfere with them.

Ye Huaishuang gave a "hmm" and asked, "Then where are we going next?"

Lin Jianqiu asked back: "Don't you have to go to work for these two days?"

Ye Huaishuang: "I'm not busy during this time, I asked for a few days off."

Lin Jianqiu: "When did it happen?"

Ye Huaishuang: "When I pick you up."

Lin Jianqiu: "..."

I don't know if I should praise him for his extraordinary action.

What's more surprising is that Ye Huaishuang is a workaholic through and through, and it's not uncommon to spend time in the laboratory on statutory holidays, but now she would take the initiative to ask for leave.

Colleagues in the laboratory will probably drop their jaws in shock.

Ye Huaishuang took the initiative to explain: "It won't affect the work. The materials I ordered before have not arrived yet. Even if I go to work recently, I just take the students. If things here are not too busy, I will take time to go back and check the situation."

There is another reason why I didn't say it out of my mouth, which is naturally worry and uneasiness.

Although Lin Jianqiu repeatedly assured that his injuries would never affect his ability to take care of himself, Ye Huaishuang still seemed unable to relax.

And then Ye Linyun disappeared again.

A boyfriend was kidnapped before, and his younger brother disappeared after turning around. I have to say that it is exhausting enough.

Lin Jianqiu looked down at the bandage on his wrist, resisted the urge to take it off, and just stretched out his hand to pinch the wrist, which still felt a little tingling.

His expression didn't even change.

It will probably take another week to fully heal—maybe about five days, including the bonus of youthfulness.

Lin Jianqiu made some calculations in his heart and heaved a sigh of relief.

He put down his hand without changing his face, and reminded Ye Huaishuang: "You have to be good."

Ye Huaishuang: "What?"

Lin Jianqiu: "Don't pretend to be stupid. It's only been a few days since I arrived at Qi Yueze and your brother. It may be a collective Mercury retrograde for a large family. Don't take any chances about your luck."

Ye Huaishuang: "..."

Lin Jianqiu: "According to my experience, summer is the peak time for perverts to appear. If you look at Miss Qiu's family, even Xue Che, who is good at making relationships, has been beaten—"

He froze for a moment.

Ye Huaishuang noticed his pause, and when she stopped the car in front of the red light, she turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Jianqiu didn't have time to answer, so he lowered the car window to the lowest level, and the voice outside suddenly became clearer.

He leaned forward slightly and looked towards the intersection.

The old man in a floral dress ran out of the intersection in a panic with his dog, and almost rushed onto the road. The screeching brakes were accompanied by her yelling in panic.

"Kill, kill! The garbage truck killed!"