Jiang Baimian let out a "hmm" and tried to walk into the ancestral hall.

There was only a little space between the gray and white graves, and several members of the "Old Tune Group" had a hard time entering the hall where the ancestors were worshiped without stepping on other people's graves.

The place is still full of small grave bags, only a few places where the memorial tablets are standing are not occupied.

Jiang Baimian looked carefully for a while, and found that this place belonged to the surname Du, but the name Du Shaochong was not there.

"Before the old world was destroyed, Du Shaochong hadn't died, or the news of his death hadn't come back yet." She said after deliberation.

Then, she looked at the gray-white grave at her feet, hesitated and said:

"Dig one and have a look. I always feel that these graves are too small to be able to bury a person, unless they are buried vertically."

"Okay!" Shang Jian Yao volunteered.

He led Long Yuehong out of the ancestral hall in a posture like twisting yangko, and soon brought back two engineering shovels.

Not long after, they dug up a grave bag.

The corpses inside were not buried deep, just a little below, and all the bones were piled together.

Obviously, they were not buried in the normal posture.

"Chop it up and bury it? This saves space." Shang Jianyao "suddenly realized."

Desperate... Long Yuehong only had one thought about this.

Jiang Baimian shook his head:

"It should be picked up and buried.

"The corpses were buried here after they rotted into bones."

"Who buried that?" Bai Chen frowned.

It certainly wasn't the work of the survivors.

Chapter 15 Drawing

Judging from the distribution and state of the pile of human bones in the soil, Long Yuehong was more inclined to the team leader's theory of picking up bones and burying them.

This can indeed rule out the possibility of the survivors doing it, because after many years, even if there are survivors who return to Linhe Village, knowing that life is difficult, it is impossible for them not to take useful supplies.

They don't do this, and the wilderness wanderers who find this side will do the same in the future.

So, who would bury these villagers in the ancestral hall?

Seeing that Yao was holding a sapper shovel, he slapped his face:

"I know who it is!"

"Who?" Although Long Yuehong didn't expect to hear a normal answer from this guy, she still couldn't help but want to hear what "wonderful ideas" the other party had.

This may give you some inspiration.

Shang Jian Yao replied solemnly:

"Xiao Chong."

Without waiting for Jiang Baimian and others to question, he explained in detail:

"Didn't Xiao Chong stay in the ruins of Swamp No. 1 for many years?

"He also has a group of 'unintentional people' who often work for him, and it's only a 1-10-minute drive from here to the ruins of No. [-] Swamp.

"Could it be that one day, he suddenly thought of the people in his hometown, and remembered that his bones were cold but hadn't been buried yet, which didn't conform to the folk customs of being buried in the ground, so he sent a large number of "unintentional people" to take him with his bones? The corpse came over, buried him under the old locust tree, and collected the corpse for the villagers of Linhe Village and stuffed it into the ancestral hall?"

This is really a pure ghost story, what does it mean to remember that my bones are cold and have not been buried... Uh, this feels a little funny... Long Yuehong muttered a few words to herself.

He had to admit that the situation Shang Jianyao described was really possible!

After all, Xiao Chong cannot be treated as a normal person. There is a high probability that he is a split personality or one of the incarnations of Zhisui "Zhuang Sheng", and he does have a precedent of driving "unintentional people" to work, and even made those high-level "unintentional people" work. "" work to support him.

Based on his relationship with Linhe Village, he remembered this place by chance, and sending his "subordinates" over to let everyone in his hometown go to the ground is quite reasonable.

Jiang Baimian thought for a while and said:

"That possibility is quite high.

"Well, because this is Xiao Chong's hometown, those 'unintentional people' are restrained, they don't take things randomly, and they even bring their own dry food."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao let go of the hand holding the engineer shovel, and applauded for himself.

But the engineering shovel stands in the soil, unmoving.

Bai Chen also nodded slightly and said:

"Indeed, Xiao Chong has motivation and ability, and he lived very close to here before."

Jiang Baimian wanted to take a few steps back and forth, but seeing graves everywhere, he would step on the heads of "others" if he was not careful, so he gave up this plan.

She considered it and said:

"But there are two problems. One is why the bones under the old locust tree are incomplete, and the other is why Xiao Chong didn't bury himself in the ancestral hall."

"Maybe the old locust tree has special meaning to him." Shang Jianyao looked like "I know Xiao Chong very well".

"What's the point..." Long Yuehong muttered.

Bai Chen said "hmm":

"There are so many possibilities."

Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up, as if he had conceived a drama about love and entanglement.

Jiang Baimian didn't give him a chance to play, nodded slightly and said:

"What if it's not Xiao Chong, but those who buried the remaining bones in the ruins of the Swamp No. 1 relic laboratory?"

This obviously does not refer to the three relic hunters, but to those behind the scenes.

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong began to consider this possibility.

Jiang Baimian said to himself:

"They obviously have a certain understanding of the ruins of Swamp No. 1, or Dajiang City, and they know where the secret laboratory is, so it's not too strange to find Linhe Village here.

"Well, one year after the destruction of the old world, they took Du Shaochong's bones into the depths of the swamp, came to Linhe Village, and buried it under the old locust tree, but for some reason, they took Du Shaochong's bones Take it apart, only half buried...

"Hehe, this reminds me of the technique of disgusting victory that Hey mentioned earlier.

"At the same time, perhaps in cooperation with the technique of disgusting victory, or possibly because of an order from a certain existence, these people collected the bones of the villagers in Linhe Village and buried them in the Du Clan's Ancestral Hall."

Long Yuehong recalled the experience of herself and others, and boldly guessed:

"They only buried half of it probably because they knew that something abnormal would happen if they buried all of it.

"However, before Qiao Chu came in, the ruins of Swamp No. 1 were not known at all..."

Jiang Baimian smiled immediately:

"Qiao Chu knew this place because he belongs to the Eighth Academy.

"Those people may also have a certain relationship with the Eighth Research Institute."

She only said that there was a certain relationship, and she didn't mention those who might be the people of the Eighth Research Institute, because according to the behavior style of the Eighth Research Institute, they prefer to blow up the old locust tree, Linhe Village, and destroy the dead. Everything that involves a certain truth in the old world.

"But why don't those people collect some supplies?" Bai Chen raised an objection.

Coming here from outside the swamp will definitely consume a lot of supplies, and normal people will replenish some on the spot.

Shang Jianyao suppressed his voice and helped Jiang Baimian answer:

"Because those materials are poisonous."

Everyone has a brain, why can you come up with such a strange answer?Long Yuehong didn't even know what to say.

Jiang Baimian let out a laugh:

"It's impossible to be poisonous, but this is Xiao Chong's hometown, the hometown of the incarnation of 'Zhuang Sheng'. Even if they just take something casually, they will be afraid that they won't be able to sleep well at night."

"They dare to take away the other half of the skeleton." The honest Shang Jianyao pointed out the problem.

Jiang Baimian had a quick mind and immediately answered:

"Because they've been taught that as long as they don't leave the bones intact, nothing will happen to them, well, that's limited to the bones themselves."

After Bai Chen listened, she nodded thoughtfully:

"There are basically two explanations for this."

One is what Xiao Chong said, and the other is what the black hand behind the scenes said.

Jiang Baimian looked around and gave an order:

"Although time has passed and the possibility of traces remaining due to the sun and rain is extremely low, we still have to work hard. Well, go around and search every room briefly to see if there is any gain."

She wanted to find traces of the buried people.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Baimian added another sentence:

"This is Xiao Chong's hometown, and a certain house here should belong to his grandparents or other relatives.

"Maybe there are enough valuable clues hidden in it."

As for Xiao Chong's own family, most likely moved to Dajiang City, and then moved to Taicheng.

Hearing that the next main direction is to find the home of Xiao Chong's grandparents, Shang Jianyao suddenly became excited, as if he was playing hide-and-seek with Xiao Chong.

In this way, the "Old Tune Group" wandered around the village, entering different houses, looking for possible clues.

It is a pity that after decades, this area is often covered by wind, rain and snow, and many traces that should have been erased by time.

When it was almost noon, Shang Jianyao, who was always at the front of the line, pushed open the door of a house.

After entering the house, Jiang Baimian checked briefly, frowned and said:

"Not quite right here."

"What's wrong?" Long Yuehong didn't find any problem.

Jiang Baimian looked around again and said:

"Compared with other houses in the same village, there are many things missing here.

"The shrine dedicated to the previous generation has no tablet, and there is no family portrait or photos of certain family members on the wall, coffee table, or TV cabinet like many others do, and there is no place for words at a glance... ..."

She simply picked out several things that were wrong.

Several members of the "Old Tune Group" immediately dispersed, two teams, and carefully searched the first and second floors of the house.

They couldn't find anything to prove the identity of the owner like they did in other houses in Linhe Village, and they weren't even sure how many people there were in the family.

After meeting in the living room on the first floor, Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin and said:

"There are no abnormalities and no clues, which just means that this is the home of Xiao Chong's grandparents."

"Someone deliberately erased the traces of Xiao Chong's existence to prevent the latecomers from investigating related matters? This is a bit of the temperament of the Eighth Research Institute." Jiang Baimian turned his eyes slightly.

At this point, compared with the claim that Xiao Chong sent "unintentional people" to bury the villagers, she is more and more inclined to the guess she made.

"It looks very similar." Both Long Yuehong and Bai Chen thought so.

Then, they left here and prepared to go to the surrounding houses.

When walking around to the side, Jiang Baimian and the others saw a picture drawn on the wall of the house just now.

This painting has been exposed to the sun and rain very blurred, only a piece of sea and a bird can be vaguely seen, the style is very childish.

"A piece of sea, a bird..." Jiang Baimian looked sideways at Shang Jianyao.

She remembered that "Zhuang Sheng" had this dream recently.

……

After leaving Linhe Village, return to the campsite.

Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and punched his left palm:

"I'm going down the 'Mind Corridor'."

"You don't want to explore the dream of 'Zhuang Sheng'." Jiang Baimian hastily stopped him.

Shang Jian Yao shook his head:

"No, I just want to see what changes there.

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