Weird Regulator

Luo Xian had already drank several tables in succession, and a blush appeared on his fair face.

Facing some unfamiliar relatives and friends, she still maintained enough enthusiasm, pursed her lips, smiled and kept toasting.

Ji Li just kept sitting at the main table, with his hands in front of his knees and his eyes staring at an elder at the same table.

The main table was filled with relatives who were closely related to the Luo family. Because Luo's father didn't want to see him, he did not attend the banquet at all.

The second uncle seemed to be the host at the table. He was gathering with everyone and praising Luo Xian.

At this table, only this old man who looked to be in his seventies remained silent from beginning to end.

The old man's clothes were also out of tune with everyone.

Wue Village is not poor at all and has good conditions in all aspects, so everyone's clothing is not much different from that of citizens in the city.

Only this old man was wearing a patched cotton coat. He was as skinny as a stick, and his hands holding chopsticks were fleshless and covered with skin.

Sitting alone on the chair, he looked dilapidated and looked like a lonely and poor old man.

The bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He didn't even look up and just drank sips of wine with the nearest dish in front of him.

It stands to reason that the people who can sit at the main table are important relatives of the Luo family or important figures in the village.

This poor old man was too conspicuous in this area.

Young man, why are you always staring at me when you're not eating?

Perhaps because he had been watching for a long time, the old man had felt Ji Li's gaze and asked in a deep voice, but he still did not raise his head.

Although the old man looked frail, his voice was quite confident.

Although Ji Li didn't know much about village tasks, most of them were related to strange stories in the countryside.

In this kind of mission, some elderly people in the village are likely to become a breakthrough point and a major channel for obtaining information.

Therefore, Ji Li became more interested in this special old man and replied softly:

This is my first time here. I want to know some stories about Wue Village.

Oh, niece and son-in-law, why are you in such a hurry? Let's have a couple of drinks and stay at my second uncle's house tonight. I'll talk to you all night. Don't worry.

The second uncle took this opportunity to hold the wine glass, put his arm around Ji Li's shoulders, and said drunkenly.

Ji Li frowned at this move. He glanced sideways at his rosy-faced second uncle, but did not choose to push him away. Instead, he felt more vigilant in his heart.

This second uncle seemed to have been talking nonsense about drinking, but his ears were always on Ji Li's side, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken to him in such a timely manner.

At this moment, the skinny old man drank all the wine in his glass.

He slapped the wine glass on the table with a clang, stood up unsteadily, and left without telling anyone.

Before leaving, the old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Ji Li, then disappeared into the courtyard.

The second uncle's face was blue and white after drinking, and he was still holding Ji Li's shoulders, and the wine glass was hanging in the air.

Ji Li knocked off his second uncle's hand on his shoulder, picked up an unopened bottle of white wine on the table, stood up and said:

Luo Xian is a little drunk, I'll toast for her.

Oh, okay...okay.

The second uncle watched Ji Li leave with blurred eyes and his tongue began to get knotted.

Luo Xian was already a little shaken, but he was still full of smiling faces. He was sitting in the middle of a group of women smiling politely. The group seemed to be chatting happily.

Ji Li carried the wine bottle and walked up to Luo Xian's back. He gently poked her back with his hand and said in her ear:

There's something under the wine glass at the empty seat at the main table. Go get it and find that skinny old man. He didn't say something clearly.

Luo Xian seemed drunk, but in fact his eyes were still very clear and he started acting calmly.

His body swayed and he almost fell off the stool. Ji Li helped him up in time and said to several people:

She's too drunk. Let's take a rest and I'll drink for her.

Really? The young man needs to drink a few drinks first.

Ji Li directly opened the bottle of wine in his hand, raised his head and drank half of the bottle in one breath. Everyone praised him for his good drinking capacity.

Luo Xian on the other side also took this opportunity to evacuate, came to the main table to apologize to his second uncle and others, and took away the things under the old man's wine glass.

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The third one at the west end of the village.

Luo Xian threw the wine glass to the mound and opened the note left by the skinny old man. There was such an address on it.

There was a strange look in her eyes. It seemed that Ji Li had observed well. The first clue had arrived.

The second uncle's house is located on the east side of the village entrance, while the skinny old man's house needs to pass through the entire village.

Luo Xian turned his head, glanced at everyone in the courtyard, and left quietly.

Similar to Bai Huaiguang's experience, she didn't see anyone on the way to the west of the village.

There were only the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking on both sides, and some red-painted slogans could be seen on the road.

Luo Xian also had a strange feeling in his mind. Now that it was the New Year's Eve, how could there be no one on the street.

Even if there is a banquet at the second uncle's house, not all the people in the village will go.

If the unexplained entanglement between Luo's father and his second uncle is listed as the first doubt, then the strangeness of the village is the second doubt.

If we can get some information from the skinny old man during this trip, it may be able to explain some problems.

Luo Xian walked quickly along the middle street, but as she walked, she suddenly stopped.

She was not satisfied with the speed, but she had already walked for more than ten minutes, but it seemed that it would take seven or eight minutes to reach the west of the village.

This is the speed of an adult with good physical fitness.

And that skinny old man had a physique that could be knocked down by a gust of wind. How could he not be seen after walking for so long?

There was less than three minutes between the old man leaving the scene and Luo Xian going out.

It's unlikely that Luo Xian, a young man in his twenties, can't catch up with the old man in his seventies.

Luo Xian frowned, opened his cuffs, showed his watch, and looked around carefully.

However, the hands on the dial still followed the normal trajectory and no supernatural power was detected.

Am I overthinking it? Could it be that he took another shortcut...

Since Luo Xian didn't know much about Wue Village, it was not ruled out that the skinny old man knew a shortcut home.

After thinking about it again and again, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Ma Mingyu's number, and soon the other party picked up.

Ma Mingyu responded bluntly, confirming that it was him.

Luo Xian held the phone, looked to the west and said softly:

You come to the third house in the west of the village now. I'll wait for you at the door.

Ma Mingyu's voice was very noisy, but he immediately agreed and hung up the phone without any pause.

At this moment, the iron gate of the yard next to Luo Xian was opened, and a little boy holding a remote control car jumped out of the door.

This was the first outsider she saw. She quickly stepped forward to stop him and asked softly:

Child, are you at home by yourself?

The boy was suddenly stopped, with a look of panic on his face, but seeing that Luo Xian was good-looking, he had no fear and nodded slightly.

Luo Xian rummaged through his backpack, took out a piece of chocolate and placed it in his palm, asking:

Children, do you know the grandfather who lives in the third house in the west of the village?

The boy crumpled the chocolate wrapper, tore it open, and nodded obediently:

He is the village chief grandpa. I heard from my mother that he named me himself when I was born.

Luo Xian breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had been worrying too much.

The little boy stared at Luo Xian with innocent eyes, but added:

But he died last year and was buried in the woods behind the mountain.

Luo Xianru was struck by lightning, and his smiling face froze at this moment.

Just when she was in a daze, a hand suddenly pushed on her chest, pushing her forward with great force.

A middle-aged woman with an ugly appearance and a strong body like a man held the boy in her arms and said sternly:

You are the daughter of Luo Jianjun's family, right? Why are you running back after so many years? Hurry up!

In Luo Xian's eyes, the woman hugged the boy and returned to the door and locked the door.

In front of Luo Xian, the piece of chocolate was lying on the ground with its packaging intact.