God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Then, a pair of hands hung straight down and touched the mist lotus fruit.

Wen Xichun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't? He found out that it's not that he couldn't beat him, but mainly because he didn't know how to explain it.

He quietly looked at Yao Jingrong, curious about his reaction at this time.

In the dim light, Yao Jingrong stared at the front without moving, his expression was calm, but his eyes were too focused.

Curious, what is he looking at so engrossed.

Wen Xichun followed his gaze and slowly turned his head.

The pale pupils were stopping less than ten centimeters away from her eyes!

A man bent over in an extremely strange posture? His eyes stared like copper bells, and a kerosene lamp beside his face reflected his dull face——

Wen Xichun gasped and was about to get up.

A hand? Suddenly stretched out and pressed himself tightly.

He almost screamed out, but when the familiar temperature came through his palm, the original panic instantly weakened by three points.

Yao Jingrong tightly pressed his body that was about to move, but his eyes still stayed on that strange man.

"Who's there?" The man with the kerosene lamp made a hoarse voice.

But if you look closely, this person's eyes are dull and unfocused, like a... blind person.

However, is it necessary for a blind person to carry a kerosene lamp?

"Ah, rats are coming in again. Get some tetramine tomorrow, and the medicine will kill you? You little bastards." The man with the lantern shook his head, straightened up, and fumbled to put the mist lotus fruit back in place.

Pulling on his rag shoes, he walked out slowly, step by step, with a swaying figure.

Wen Xichun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned to Yao Jingrong: "How do you know that he is blind?"

"He fumbled a couple of times while picking up the fruit, so he guessed it must be a blind man, holding the lamp, perhaps to scare away some evil-minded people, such as you." Yao Jingrong chuckled.

"Come on, at least you are considered an accomplice."

The two came out from behind the Three-faced God and patted the ashes on their bodies.

"It's twelve o'clock, do you want to continue to go up tonight?" Yao Jingrong glanced at him, suggesting that Wen Xichun stop struggling and retreat quickly!

Wen Xichun raised his head, looked at the dark stairs, and shook his head: "Forget it, it's not too late to go up after the research understands, or find a daytime to see and understand."

The two looked around like thieves again and went downstairs, intending to return along the original road of Heishuihe.

Many rural areas are now well developed, and street lights have become basic facilities. However, the Heishui Village located underground is as old as the last century. Not to mention the street lights, it is difficult for the moonlight to penetrate. The two can only raise their hands. Mobile phone? Electricity, walk alone.

Small bugs? Still rustling back and forth on the soles of the feet, making a slight "squeak" sound.

Wen Xichun was walking forward sullenly, when a force of gravity suddenly pressed down behind him.

Looking at Yao Jingrong who was holding onto his back tightly and still looking around, Wen Xichun said, "What are you doing, can you get off my back?"

Yao Jingrong hurriedly avoided it, straightened his clothes, and pretended to be calm: "I don't have good eyesight, I'm afraid I'll trip."

As soon as the voice fell, the "squeak" sound of the little bug sounded again.

Even though it was dark, Wen Xichun still saw that Yao Jingrong's face turned livid, and he quickly approached him again.

Laughing to death? Yao Jingrong, who hates the world, is not only afraid of Xiaoqiang, he is also afraid of all insects.

Wen Xichun supported his knees with both hands, and bent slightly: "If you are afraid, do you want me to carry you back?"

Yao Jingrong stabilized his mind: "What are you talking about, what am I afraid of?"

Wen Xichun smiled secretly: "Yes, yes, you are not afraid, then can you not cling to me."

Yao Jingrong flicked away again? He, who has always been eloquent, couldn't say a word at this time. He could only drag his anger on the innocent Heishui village:

"This is a broken place, and the roads are not well repaired."

"A village that can't even be found on the low German map? You expect it to build roads well, how naive?"

"Boom!" Just as the voice fell, a huge sound exploded.

Both of them were taken aback, and quickly pricked up their ears to find the source of the sound.

"Boom!" "Woo..."

It sounded like chopping hard objects with great force with an axe, and there was also a tragic whimpering sound mixed in, but the whimpering sound only appeared for a few seconds, and was quickly replaced by the sound of the axe.

Following the sound, the independent two-story bamboo building next to it faintly trembled with the loud noise.

Wen Xichun looked at Yao Jingrong with hesitation...

Yao Jingrong lowered his voice: "You don't want to go up and take a look, do you?"

Wen Xichun attacked with starry eyes: "Aren't you curious?"

Yao Jingrong used a shield to defend: "Not curious."

Wen Xichun used the moral code to attack: "But we are the police, and it is our duty to investigate the truth of the incident? It is also our responsibility, isn't it."

Yao Jingrong completely broke the defense, and was sent back to his hometown by the enemy with a shield?: "I know, but just leave when you see it, don't mind your own business, a strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake, understand?"

Wen Xichun nodded on the surface and seemed to understand, but in fact, his mind was not here at all.

The two walked to the door of the bamboo building lightly, looked around, and saw a narrow staircase leading to the second floor on the left side of the bamboo building. Accompanied by endless loud noises, the dust on the stairs also disappeared. Vibrate to the rhythm.

The two went up the stairs along the narrow ladder one after the other, and saw that the door of the room was ajar, the faint candlelight radiated out, and the loud noise seemed close at hand.

Wen Xichun leaned over, leaned over and hid by the door, poked his head slightly——

The candlelight in the room was flickering, casting shadows on the wall, and the smell of blood floated out through the crack of the door in an instant.

Wen Xichun frowned, and moved a little closer, trying to see the scene inside.

The slender figure flickered past, and finally stopped somewhere, blocking half of Wen Xichun's sight.

But looking down, half of the withered, yellow and old calf was exposed at the foot of the figure from the back. To be precise, it was a broken leg. Thick bloodstains spread wildly along the gaps in the wooden floor of the bamboo building, and climbed to Wen Xichun's. feet.

The slender figure shook the blood-stained ax in his hand, and then swung it, and the ax fell to the ground.

From here? Looking over, you can only see the young figure from the back, and the long black and smooth hair fluctuating up and down with her violent breathing.

She bent down, picked up a round thing from the ground, and was stunned. After a century, she suddenly hugged the round thing and sobbed softly.

It's just that the light is not good, and half of her body is blocked, so even Wen Xichun's eyes are about to stare out? I can't confirm what kind of chubby body this girl is holding in her arms.

Only bright yellow and blood red wrapped in layers can be seen.

"Squeak—" Suddenly, the wooden stairs that had been in disrepair made a strange scream.

Although Wen Xichun and the others remained motionless from beginning to end, they didn't even dare to breathe out, but as if God wanted to embarrass them, the wooden board under their feet creaked again.

Inside the room, the crying girl who was hugging Yuangun suddenly stopped.

She put the round thing aside, and slowly groped with her bloodstained fingers until she reached the blood-stained axe, then she stood up...

It's too late to run now.

Wen Xichun didn't care about 21, turned over, and went directly along the handrail of the stairs? Turned over to the back of the stairs, and hung on it dangling.

Yao Jingrong looked strangely calm, but he walked slowly to the door, then turned over and went downstairs, hanging there with Wen Xichun, dangling.

Dull? The sound of slow footsteps is getting closer, and the wooden door above the head is slowly pushed open?——

A slender figure walked out of the door, still holding the bloody axe in his hand.

Did the girl go out? She didn't see anyone, she became vigilant, and turned her head to look behind the door, but she still didn't see anyone.

She stood for a while, then slowly entered the house with the ax in hand.

However, the two people who were hanging on the railing had no intention of fleeing the scene, they were just surprised and surprised, which caught them off guard.

In the house? The girl who walked out was none other than the warm-hearted and well-informed Alan girl.

So, whose severed limbs and arms are in the house? Is that chubby object the victim's head?

There was another strange movement in the house, like the sound of fleshy clothing rubbing against the ground. The two of them grabbed the handrail and leaned in, wanting to hear what was going on inside.

Just as I leaned over, hurried footsteps sounded, and there was a "dong dong" sound when stepping on the wooden stairs.

Under the thick night, a few men could be vaguely seen, but these men walked quickly, opened the door and entered the house, Wen Xichun didn't see his appearance clearly at all.

In the room? There was a rustling sound, like a group of people talking in a low voice, but listen carefully, are they not breathing when they speak?Like a bee fluttering its wings, the buzzing makes people dizzy.

Wen Xichun only felt that countless little stars appeared in front of his eyes, not to mention his head was buzzing, and his stomach was still nauseated.

"All right? Why don't you go back first?" Yao Jingrong whispered in his ear.

Wen Xichun shook his head, tapped the bamboo building with his chin, and signaled Yao Jingrong not to move for now.

About half an hour later, the sound of messy footsteps sounded again, mixed with the men's heavy panting, and the wooden door of the bamboo building was pushed open again.

A group of people walked out of the house carrying a large water tank, humming and descending the stairs, and quickly disappeared into the endless night.

And Alan stood at the door, looking in the direction where the men disappeared, his body was as motionless as a sculpture, and he couldn't even feel breathing.

Wen Xichun forgot how he walked back to the ancestral hall, in his head? It seemed that countless people were plotting non-stop, his headache was splitting, and his acid water flowed back from nausea.

It wasn't because of seeing the horrific killing scene, it was purely stimulated by the buzzing voices of those people in the room.

Back at the ancestral hall, Yun Muyao was still lying there, sleeping soundly. Wen Xichun silently climbed onto the bed, rubbed his temples, and tried to adjust his breathing.

Yao Jingrong just took off his coat, saw him like this, walked over, held his hand? "I'll rub it for you, go to bed early when you feel comfortable."

Yao Jingrong's fingers were icy cold, and after covering his forehead that was about to explode, the burning sensation instantly decreased by a few points.

Wen Xichun closed his eyes, how could he not? Instead of rejecting him, he obediently accepted the kindness.

"Thank you." In the unclear thoughts, only the word "thank you" is particularly clear.

Yao Jingrong smiled, did you speak?

****

The door of the ancestral hall rang twice, and the person who knocked on the door was gentle and polite.

Wen Xichun opened his eyes suddenly, and a rustle sounded in his ears.

He looked up and saw that Yao Jingrong and Yun Muyao had woken up early and were dressing and washing there.

"Are you up? I'm bringing breakfast." Outside the door, there was a young girl's voice like a silver bell.

Wen Xichun slowly looked towards the door, and after a moment of silence: "Please come in."

When the door opened, a delicate and slender girl walked into the room with a plate of dinner, with a gentle smile that couldn't be concealed: "No? It's a good treat, I hope you don't dislike it."

I have to say that Alan's appearance is the kind of non-aggressive, sweet and soft type, so the first impression is often very good.

Wen Xichun looked over calmly, and saw that under her delicate eyes, there was a faint reddish——