Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The villagers in Xiangyong Village rely on the Dehou Ceramics Factory in the village to make a living. Almost all the people in the village are employees of the factory, which mainly produces flower pots.

Although the style of the flower pots is old and not very good-looking, they are cheaper and can make small profits but quick turnover.

However, according to the investigation report of the Special Intelligence Bureau, the villagers in Xiangyong Village are very wealthy. They usually live in luxury houses in the city and only return to the village during the Chinese New Year.

This is not something that a small ceramics factory can do, but in just a few hours, the Secret Service did not find any more useful information.

After all, the Special Intelligence Bureau is only the exclusive investigation agency of the Imperial Capital, and Xiangyong Village and the Imperial Capital are more than a thousand kilometers apart, and they are in a remote mountain village.

Chu Yao and Ling Feng thought that after entering the village, they would no longer smell the rancid smell, but they did not expect that the smell in the village was even worse.

There is a lot of mud accumulated on the ground, and the doors and windows of every house are decorated with window grilles and couplets. They are supposed to be festive decorations, but in an environment surrounded by flies, the red color feels weird no matter how you look at it.

As written in the investigation report, the roadside was lined with luxury cars worth millions of dollars. Although the house was a little dilapidated, you could see from the windows that the furniture inside was brand new.

Chu Yao frowned and said, "There was a flood here not long ago."

"Flood?" Lingfeng took out his mobile phone and entered "Xiangyong Village" and "flood" in the search bar.

Sure enough, the first news on the page was the severe flood that occurred in Xiangyong Village two months ago.

The flood was a natural disaster and therefore did not appear in the investigation report.

The cause of the flood was extremely heavy rain. The river in Xiangyong Village had a weak flood storage capacity, and the river dam was in disrepair. It took just one night to kill almost the entire village.

A very ridiculous thing also happened. After the flood, the nearby county immediately sent people to Xiangyong Village to conduct a visit and investigation. Before they reached Xiangyong Village, they met a villager from Xiangyong Village.

People from the county asked him how the village was going, and the man said cheerfully: "Everything is fine. It's Chinese New Year, and there are still sweets to eat."

They thought that the flood had not affected Xiangyong Village, so they visited other surrounding villages.

Later they learned that the man they met that day suffered from mental disorder and was a famous fool in Xiangyong Village. He happened to be away from the village when the flood occurred and became the only survivor in the village.

Due to the investigator's negligence, the rescue of Xiangyong Village was delayed, causing the villagers who could have been rescued to die in the flood.

"Since there was a flood, shouldn't the game servers have been destroyed long ago?" Ling Feng was puzzled.

Xiangyong Village is not big, so they found the server location after walking for more than ten minutes.

This looks like a regular gaming company's data center. A dozen workers are moving goods in and out. There is also a man in his thirties standing at the door, supervising them while playing with his mobile phone.

Ling Feng showed him his ID, and the man immediately stood upright and stuffed his cell phone into his pocket.

"This data center was built by a foreign game manufacturer. It is full of computer rooms for building game servers. I originally thought that the land in this village was cheap and the temperature was low, which was conducive to data storage. Who would have thought that there would be a flood? The machine was damaged and we lost tens of millions." He introduced in detail, and then asked, "Well...why are you two here? Is the company evading taxes?"

"It's more serious than that." Ling Feng said sternly, "First ask your company's people to stop moving. We need to take these things away for investigation."

"Ah? It's not about stealing secrets, right?" The man was surprised and waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't know about it. It really has nothing to do with me. I am the leader of the first project team."

He complained again in a low voice, "If you ask me, it's because the name of this game company is not good. It's called Shower Rain. It's good. If it rains hard, there will be floods."

"One more thing, do you know where the Dehou Ceramics Factory in Xiangyong Village is?" Ling Feng asked.

"The ceramics factory is right here." The man pointed to the land at his feet. "It used to be a ceramics factory, but later it went bankrupt and was acquired by a game company."

Chu Yao asked further: "Did the ceramic factory leave anything behind? For example, flower pots or something like that."

"Then I don't know. But generally speaking, things after bankruptcy will be bought out at a discount. Anyway, when our company moved in, we didn't see anything." The man scratched his head and said hesitantly, " You two, um, I am a stupid person and my brain is not very bright. There is something I don’t know..."

Ling Feng could see that he might have some suggestions, but they were more or less unreliable. He was afraid that he would blame him, so he interrupted: "Just say it, we will consider it after listening, and we will not hold you responsible." .”

"Hey, that's good. After the flood in Xiangyong Village, there was only one person left alive, but this person had some brain problems. He has lived in the village for decades, and he must know a lot, but he may not be able to express it clearly. "The man said hesitantly, "I mean, take him back, treat him, and hypnotize him. Maybe you can ask him something?"

"He is still in the village?" Chu Yao was a little surprised.

The fools in Xiangyong Village are called "village guards" by the villagers. The older generation said that such people are willing to bear disasters in order to protect the village, so they are stupid.

The villagers do not have the ability to make money, so they rely on the villagers for food and clothing. If someone cooks more food, they will share a few spoons with them. If they have unwanted clothes, they will be given to them for weddings and funerals. He will also be invited to banquets.

But Xiangyong Village has become a dead village. There is no one else in the village except him. Why would the villagers stay here willingly if they can't get food?

Could it be that he has such deep feelings for Xiangyong Village that he would rather go hungry than leave here?

"Here he is, I'll show you the way." The man pointed to the low mountain in the distance, "He usually stays on that mountain. Our employees have seen him a few times. He usually doesn't talk much, but if someone gives him He can also say a few words when ordering food. I heard that this man is quite pitiful. He seems to be a college student in the village. He suddenly went crazy before he was thirty. "

Seeing that the two of them didn't even have a bag on their backs, the man took out three lunch boxes from the stool nearby and said, "The work lunch that was just delivered is still warm."

"Thank you, just one portion is enough." Chu Yao took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him, "I can't ask for your things in vain, so just keep it."

"You don't need so much, this lunch box only costs fifteen yuan." The man held a hundred yuan and shouted, but Chu Yao and Ling Feng had already walked away.

On the low mountain, an unkempt man was digging a hole with his hands. There were already dozens of large and small mounds of soil around him, all of which he had dug out with his hands during this period.

Even though his fingers were dripping with blood, he still seemed to feel no pain. He didn't stop until a pit more than 20 centimeters deep was dug.

He wiped his hands with the hem of his relatively clean clothes, carefully picked up a white object, like a rare treasure, and put it into the pit.

Ling Feng and Chu Yao looked at each other and walked silently to the village guard. Buried in the pit was a flowerpot with white blue flowers.