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

Pushing open the gate of the ancestral hall, the radiant lights come oncoming. Several men in national costumes are hanging small colored lanterns on the bamboo building with ladders.

For a moment, Wen Xichun was in a daze, unable to tell whether it was day or night.

"What's going on here today?" Yun Muyao asked.

Alan smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Yes, it's an event that only happens once in decades. You guys? Come? It's better to come early? Coincidentally, it just happened to be in time."

Wen Xichun silently glanced at Yao Jingrong, and happened to meet his gaze.

Alan asked the three of them? Wait for her, she needs to go back and change into a more formal dress.

After waiting for about half an hour, Alan finally arrived? It was too late.

Complicated and exquisite national costumes, hand-embroidered patterns, can be sold at a high price in the market.

Alan also specially put on light makeup, and the light pink eye shadow sets off her already charming eyes? The eyes are as clear and bright as autumn water.

The three of them followed Alan all the way, and finally stopped under the big tree in the middle of the village.

At this time, the place was already full of villagers, and a long table covered with red cloth was placed beside the big tree. The fat and tender roast suckling pig exudes a tempting aroma, which seems to have nothing to do with ordinary folk ceremonies. different.

Standing beside the long table were two young and strong young men, holding two trays in their hands. On each tray was a blue and white porcelain bowl. Inside the bowls was a dirty liquid that couldn't be seen.

"Wow!" The baby's crying sounded impressively, especially loud in the dark and closed underground.

The three of them looked over and saw a young mother holding a baby in a swaddle. The baby inside was only the size of an arm. It looked like he was just a few days old, and his face was flushed from crying. The young mother was holding the baby. Listen to coaxing.

The young mother doesn't look haggard either, with lifeless eyes on her pale face.

Alan winked at the men on both sides of the table, then walked slowly to the table.

"The auspicious time has come, the ceremony begins!" There was a sound full of air, it was hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of a small girl who was only 1.6 meters tall.

The strange, weird drumbeats that could not be heard were beating bluntly. A few old men in their dying years were sitting in a corner, with old-fashioned waist drums pinned to their waists, and their hands, like dead branches, rose and fell on the drums.

As for the ceremony, it should be a festive event that entrusts people with good expectations, but for some reason, all the villagers at the scene have numb faces, and they can't see any emotions, including the drumming team , is also an expression of indifference.

Everyone? Like an emotionless robot? Mechanized repeating all the procedures and rules of this ceremony.

Wen Xichun looked around, but felt where? Wrong.

"Did you see the old lady of the village head who started to welcome us? It's Alan's grandma." He lowered his voice and said to Yao Jingrong, but his eyes were still firmly on Alan.

Yao Jingrong's eyes looked around, and he leaned over without a trace and said in a low voice, "How could the village chief not be present to preside over such an important ceremony?"

"In Alan's room last night? Did you see those severed limbs clearly?"

Yao Jingrong nodded: "From the outside, it should be an elderly person, with no elasticity in the muscles and wrinkles all over the place."

Wen Xichun turned around, took a deep breath, and a strange thought popped into his head.

Alan...couldn't he have killed and dismembered his own grandma with his own hands?

Then why is she crying.

While meditating, the drums stopped abruptly, and everyone was silent. For a split second, Wen Xichun felt as if he was in a vacuum environment, and he couldn't hear a single sound, not even the sound of breathing.

Alan slowly brought a bowl of dirty liquid with unknown ingredients, and then, the young woman holding the baby also bowed her head and walked to Alan's side devoutly, bowing her body with a look of humility Standing still, push the little baby in your hand forward.

Alan took the unnamed plant on the table, stained it with a little filthy liquid, and swiped it twice between the baby's forehead, muttering something in his mouth.

But as for what was said, it was too far away, Wen Xichun couldn't hear clearly.

The little baby seemed to be stimulated by the pungent smell, and after a while, he opened his mouth wide and began to cry again?

The young woman slowly knelt on the ground, held up the child and kowtowed to Alan, then stood up and hurriedly hid in the crowd.

Alan picked up the writing brush from the table, opened the old notepad that was the same as a brick, wrote a name on the latest page, and closed the notepad:

"Let's? Let's pray together for the birth of a new life."

As soon as the words fell, everyone lowered their heads one after another, clasped their hands together, and muttered something in their mouths, like a dialect, which couldn't be heard clearly.

However, without the village chief, no one asked about it. I don't know whether no one noticed it or something else was hidden. No one cared about the disappearance of Alan's grandma.

"From today, I will take over all matters in the village. I hope everyone will support you." Alan bowed deeply to everyone, and when he raised his eyes again, tears were still in his eyes.

Strange, Alan has become the village head himself?If this is the case, I should also inform everyone of the old village head's physical condition and recent whereabouts, but she didn't say anything, and no one asked. Everything seemed to be clear, and there was no need for redundant explanations. .

At this moment, a strange scene appeared.

Those villagers who had been sitting quietly on the benches suddenly got up one by one, their expressions were numb, their limbs fluttered wildly, and they were still muttering something, some were laughing wildly, some were wailing, but none of them Except, they? No expression.

Wen Xichun opened his eyes wide and looked at these people in disbelief. He didn't know why they suddenly went crazy, or if this was the ritual process of this village.

Immediately afterwards, all the people gradually surrounded the big tree like walking corpses, and a fierce man fell to his knees, his forehead collided with the ground crazily, blood stained the ground and penetrated into the roots of the big tree .

Rather than saying it is a special ceremony, it would be better to describe it as a "gathering of monsters".

All of a sudden, Wen Xichun felt that his pocket was moving, and he hurriedly looked down——

A small black hand was groping greedily in the pocket of his coat.

When Wen Xichun stretched out his hand to stop him, that hand had already pulled out his wallet from his pocket, and then pushed aside the almost crazy crowd, and ran out like a gust of wind.

Wen Xichun saw clearly that it was a boy of only twelve or thirteen years old. ?寒@燕@儿@议@狐

"Stop!" He shouted coldly, and then ran after him.

The child ran extremely fast, shuttling back and forth between the bamboo buildings like a monkey.

But Wen Xichun is not a vegetarian either, and the distance between the two of them was greatly shortened in just two steps.

The child jumped up to an old two-story bamboo building and sat on it like a macaque, pulling Wen Xichun's wallet.

"Give me back my wallet." Wen Xichun stood under the bamboo building and shouted angrily.

The child turned the purse inside out, with a look of disdain on his dirty little face.

He dropped the wallet casually, drew a perfect parabola in mid-air, and then landed firmly in Wen Xichun's hand.

"Poor guy, you don't even have ten yuan." The child mocked.

Wen Xichun: "...the salary hasn't been paid yet."

But when he lowered his head to check his wallet, he found that none of the five remaining steel coins was missing, but his police ID was missing.

He quickly looked up, and saw the child sitting on the roof looking at his police ID.

"Are you a policeman?" The child looked up, with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

Wen Xichun didn't know how to answer. He was afraid that if someone with a heart listened to him, the unannounced visit would not be able to continue, and if things went wrong, he might be killed.

"Are you afraid?" The child smiled contemptuously, and raised the police ID card in his hand, "Afraid of me? Show it to others?"

"Give me back the ID first." Wen Xichun frowned, feeling irritable.

"You can do it, but you have to promise me? One thing."

Dare to negotiate conditions with the police, Wen Xichun couldn't help sighing in his heart, this kid will be able to achieve great things in the future.

"Come on? Listen, me? Then decide whether to promise you or not."

The child looked around vigilantly, moved his body forward, tried to get as close as possible to Wen Xichun, and lowered his voice: "Take me? Get out of here?"

Wen Xichun wondered if he heard it wrong. According to Alan, they? Hid in Tibet? Fleeing here from the south? In order not to be disturbed by the world, they finally found such a quiet place. , there are still people? Want to leave voluntarily.

"And if you promise me? I? I can tell you one more thing, you must be very eager to know."

The child doesn't seem to be afraid of the identity of this person in front of him. Perhaps for him, living in such a dark place all his life is much more terrifying than negotiating with the police.

Wen Xichun thought over and over again, and felt that the child's request was reasonable, so he simply agreed to it first, and it would not be too late to think of a way after planning to delay the attack.

He waved at the child: "You come down? Shall I? Promise you."

The child climbed down from the bamboo building like a monkey again, holding Wen Xichun's police ID card tightly in his hand, for fear that he would turn his face and deny anyone if he snatched back the ID card.

He took out the key from his pocket and opened the door of the main building in front of him——

The long-suffering bitter dust smells in the nostrils, and the house is dark, reminiscent of Southeast Asia in the last century.

The child poured himself a glass of water, took a big gulp, and put the water glass full of tea stains on the table. Then he opened the drawer, found something from inside, and threw it on the table.

is a mobile phone.

And it's a lady's phone, with a little chubby cat pendant hanging from the pink and tender phone case.

"You guys came here to find her, right?" The child spoke with confidence and confidence.

Wen Xichun took the phone in surprise, and tapped the screen twice——

A familiar face appeared on the screensaver.

The girl who mysteriously disappeared after the shooting video was uploaded to Youtube.

"How did you get this phone!"

The child raised his eyes: "It was stolen."

"Where is this girl now?"

The child's eyes were cold, and he said almost word by word: "Dead."