Daily life of civil servants in the prefectural government

Outside the window is a quiet alley, stretching outwards, you can faintly see a row of green trash cans at the corner, and looking down, you can see the open back door, which is where they came in just now, and the window was still closed.Then the shopkeeper should have taken advantage of the time between them entering the door and coming up to wait here to escape.

Police Officer Zhao immediately called his colleagues who were standing guard outside and asked them to search for the woman who had fled in a hurry.From the mouth of the part-time girl, they got the owner's identity information, and soon her ID photo was sent to them.

In the photo is a very good-looking young woman with fair skin and curly hair, double eyelids and big eyes, with a calm temperament.Chen Jun confirmed that it was the woman who asked him to collect body parts.Just looking at the appearance, it is completely unexpected that she would do such a thing in private.

The police sealed off the store in an emergency, and the unconscious customer was sent to the hospital. The people from the Quanzhen sect took her away to check her, but it would not be a big deal if she fell into a coma after being hit hard on the back of the neck, so They took back their little Huandan with regret.

"God, I have really told you all I know, can I go?"

The part-time girl walked over timidly, with tears in her eyes. She was frightened by the development of the situation. She never thought that the shopkeeper who usually just looked at some serious things would commit serious troubles.

If she secretly uses the store as a cover to do something, will it drag her into the water and make her a suspect?

The girl clenched her fists, frightened by the thoughts in her head.The little police officer who looked safe just now is not safe anymore, she shrinks shyly to Su Xiyan's side, trying to find a sense of security.

"Not yet," Su Xiyan gave her an apologetic smile, "It's okay, I'm just making a record, you won't be involved in this matter."

"But, but..." the girl rubbed the hem of her clothes anxiously, "I often help the shopkeeper get the courier from school."

"Take the express delivery?"

"Well," the girl nodded, and quietly glanced at Police Officer Zhao who was collecting evidence at the scene, "The owner said that she doesn't like to play Taobao, and she can't get things from the Internet, so the things sent from her hometown are collected." The sender just fill in my name."

Filled in her name instead of the owner's own name?

Is this to avoid attention or is it because the owner's name does not appear in the eyes of some people?

Su Xiyan pondered, "Have you opened the express delivery?"

"No," the girl shook her head with tears in her eyes, "the owner told me that it was a souvenir from her hometown, and she opened it in front of me once, and it contained a large porcelain jar, which she said was pickled vegetables. He even cooked for me."

Is it a local specialty?

Su Xiyan rubbed her fingers, took Cui Zhao's mobile phone and looked at the owner's ID card again, it showed that her hometown was a very remote small village in City Y.The name of the village is also very earthy, it is called Crockpot Village, but for some reason it makes him feel a little familiar.

Enter Crockpot Village on the search engine, and all the links that come out are related to various exquisite crockpots. Su Xiyan added a city Y, and the first news that popped up awakened his memory.

【Earthquake caused mudslides, and more than 200 villagers survived! 】

Click on the link, and the first thing you see is a green forest that has been covered by mud, with some green spikes emerging from the top.At the front of the picture, the remains of several dilapidated houses were buried in the rocks.

At that time, this news shocked many people. The government immediately dispatched rescuers, but natural disasters like mudslides were too terrifying. Rescuers continued to rescue for 72 hours despite the risk of a second aftershock. Failed to pull out a living person.

In the entire Crock Village, all the villagers in the village died, and no one survived.

The girl was so frightened that she fell limp to the ground. She looked at Su Xiyan with a pale face, tears streaming down her face, obviously thinking of something horrible.

For example, the dead send a courier or something...

Su Xiyan casually tore two napkins from the table and handed them to her, asking her to wipe away her tears.

"Don't cry, what's the point of crying? What if someone else sent something from Crock Village? The villagers weren't the only ones who were there at that time."

The girl choked and whimpered, "But I'm still afraid..."

"You didn't do anything, what are you afraid of?" Su Xiyan reluctantly dragged a small cushion from the ground and sat down. Just as she was about to be a bosom brother, a string of bracelets fell out from under the dragged cushion.

It was a string of bracelets made of small bones. The bones were polished beautifully. After washing, tung oil was applied. It looked snow-white and had a unique delicate beauty.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is the case, but in the eyes of Su Xiyan, the bracelet carries the most obvious yin and blood.

This should be a string of human bone bracelets.

"That's the owner's bracelet," the girl wiped away her tears. "She usually changes into a more mysterious outfit when receiving guests, and these jewelry are also matching."

"Is this whole set matching?" Su Xiyan picked up the human bone bracelet and asked with a frown.

"En." The girl nodded sharply, seeing that Su Xiyan's expression was not right, she looked out a photo album with insight, this is the group photo of those customers who think the owner is very effective and the owner, she will choose some to post On the wall downstairs, it is used to attract customers.

At this time, these photos became the most suitable evidence. Su Xiyan looked at the shopkeeper's clothes in the photos, and the more she looked at it, the more she frowned.

The large black robe, the oil paint with mysterious symbols on the face, and the bone jewelry on the wrist and neck, it doesn't look like a tarot fortune teller, but more like a priest.

There is very little news about Crockpot Village, and it was difficult for Su Xiyan to judge whether she was the priest of Crockpot Village before. He only knew that if the shop owner was really a priest, then it is very likely that she took the parts of those corpses It wasn't just that she wanted to be a puppet as they had guessed before.

Priests are better at offering sacrifices, the only difference is who she wants to worship and what she wants to get.

"Yan Yan," Cui Zhao, who had been silent all this time, came over, "You all stand aside and don't get close to the wall."

"what happened?"

Su Xiyan asked curiously, and he dragged the girl away as promised. At the same time, Police Officer Zhao and the two Quanzhen disciples wandering around in the room also moved away. They stood at the other end of the room and watched Cui Zhao approach the wall, and then Violently swung out in a circle.

"Crack-"

The crisp sound made people's heart skip a beat. Cui Zhao pierced most of his arms into the wall, and it was more like smashing some utensils than piercing through the wall.

He frowned and pulled out his arm, Su Xiyan saw sharply that there was a thin scratch on his hand, and the bright red color overflowed.

"Cui Zhao," Su Xiyan anxiously wanted to go up, but was stopped by Cui Zhao.

"Don't come here yet, ordinary people back away, there is something inside."

With the powder flying on the wall, some residue was brought out by his arm, and fell on the ground with a sharp arc, and a strange smell of blood also overflowed.