Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

The three of them followed the village chief and his wife not too far away, and along the road, villagers kept coming out of their homes to watch the fun together.

But the expressions on these people's faces were exactly the same as those of the village chief, they were not interested in exploring, but full of panic and fear.

Their lips trembled, and they did not communicate with each other, as if they had anticipated what was going to happen.

The village head stopped in front of a building on stilts at the foot of the mountain. There were already many people around the door, and the wailing of women and children could be heard from inside.

The village head's face was terribly gloomy, and those people stepped aside when they saw him, and Lin Mian and the three took the opportunity to go up to the second floor together.

The door of the master bedroom on the second floor was opened wide, and a thick smell of blood rushed in. Lin Mian saw a large pool of blood on the wooden bed and a mass of black hair.

Zhang Qing couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Hook Wei also looked away.

Lin Mian heard the crowd behind them whispering.

"Why? Didn't the mountain god already accept the sacrifice?"

"Yeah, it's so weird..."

"Is the sacrifice still wrong?"

"It should be, otherwise why isn't it raining?"

……

"Shut up!" The village chief patted the table hard, "Are you in a hurry? Go home!"

The village chief had a high prestige in Linwan Village, and the crowd gradually dispersed when he spoke. The wife and children of the deceased were crying hoarsely, and the village chief's wife was going to drag them away.

"Wait." Lin Mian suddenly said.

The village chief turned his head and stared at him with a pair of white and black eyes: "What are you doing?"

Lin Mian looked at Zhang Qing.

At the beginning, Zhang Qing just happened suddenly, and he couldn't react when he encountered a major fatal case for the first time. At this time, he has regained his due calm: "Originally we just came to investigate the cause of the drought in Linwan Village, but now If someone dies, I will report it to the police, and I will also take these two witnesses away."

The village chief's wife was at a loss as to what to do with the woman. The village chief's eyes swept over the three of them like poisonous snakes. Just when Lin Mian thought he was going to make trouble, the other party suddenly said, "Please go ahead."

Turning around after speaking, he paused the moment he went downstairs, and said in a sinister tone, "I advise you best not to offend the mountain god, otherwise you won't know how you died."

It was the first time Zhang Qing was threatened face to face, and his face was ashen. Lin Mian went in and carried the crying child to another room, and the widowed woman stumbled out.

The scene of the crime can be said to be quite clean, except for the bloodstains and the scalp of the deceased, there are no other clues.

Zhang Qing cordoned off the scene and called the Wu County Police Station to report the situation.

The child was tired from crying and fell asleep in the woman's arms. Seeing that the woman's mood had stabilized a little, Zhang Qing asked her what happened last night, but the other party just kept shaking her head and said she didn't know.

Zhang Qing had no choice, so he changed the way of asking: "Then did you find anything unusual?"

The woman still said no, but Lin Mian on the side said, "I heard a baby crying in the village in the middle of the night. Is this abnormal?"

Hearing this, the woman's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, the baby's father also said last night that there was a baby crying, but it has been a long time since a baby was born in our village. I also joked that he must be dreaming, woo woo..."

The woman began to cry again.

Zhang Qing felt a headache.

Lin Mian recalled the conversation of the villagers after the mountain god sacrifice yesterday evening, and their behavior this morning. Thinking of a possibility, he asked the woman with a serious expression, "Did someone in the village die in such an unexplained way before?"

The woman nodded: "Yes, two of them died. Just two days ago, they were all eaten the next morning until their scalps remained."

After the woman finished speaking, there was a look of horror in her eyes.

On the other side, Gouwei's expression was a little unsightly. He dragged Lin Mian to the side, lowered his voice and asked, "Assistant Lin, did you really hear the baby cry?"

Lin Mian nodded, "About twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."

After getting an affirmative answer, Gouwei wrinkled his entire face, and walked around the room like a headless chicken, muttering in his mouth: "What luck, isn't there a drought? Why is there another man-eating... ..."

After a while, he scratched the back of his head and said to Lin Mian, "I'm afraid this matter is troublesome... By the way, the dean originally said that he would be here at noon today, did he contact you?"

Lin Mian took out her phone and looked at WeChat, and shook her head when there was no news.

Gouwei is not worried about Wu Ting's progress, but the situation in Linwan Village is much more complicated than he originally thought. His own combat power is average, and Lin Mian and Zhang Qing are human beings, so what should we do...

Sad people!

Dengdengdeng.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and after a while, the dirty face of the village chief's wife appeared in front of them.

Compared with the village chief, she is actually very young, no more than forty, and the two are typical old couples and young wives, but judging by their faces, it is not an exaggeration for the village chief's wife to say that she is over 60, and there is a hint of snobbery and meanness in her eyes .

She put the basket in her hand on the table, twitched the corner of her mouth, and tried to force a smile: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, here, I brought it over for you."

Lin Mian and Gouwei looked at each other, they both saw surprise in each other's eyes, they didn't think this woman would be so kind.

The village head's wife took out everything in the basket, including a few sweet potatoes, three bowls of porridge, and even a plate of capers.

The child woke up smelling the aroma of the food. As soon as he opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand to the sweet potato, and was slapped so hard by the village head's wife that his hand turned red, and he immediately started crying again.

While coaxing the child, the woman glared at her angrily: "It's just a sweet potato, what if the child wants to eat it?"

The village chief's wife pushed the breakfast in the direction of Lin Mian and the others, cursing, "They paid for it, did you pay?"

The woman choked on her, and remembered the man she had just died, and immediately cried into a ball holding the child.

Zhang Qing couldn't stand it anymore, and handed over a sweet potato, but was stopped by the village chief's wife: "I was joking with them just now, there are still downstairs, you eat first."

After speaking, she looked at them eagerly, as if they would not leave unless they ate her. Lin Mian was suspicious, but the three of them had been hungry all night, and they would not leave Linwan Village in a short time. Have a meal……

Gouwei picked up the bowl, smelled it without any trace, and then ate it without changing expression.

It was too hot, and Lin Mian had no appetite. After hesitating for a while, he drank some porridge intentionally, and the rest went into Zhang Qing's stomach. I really can't hold it.

The village chief's wife was slightly relieved when she saw this, and she dragged the deceased's wife and children downstairs who couldn't ask any more questions for the time being.

"Did you really faint?"

"I must be dizzy, I put all of that big bag of Mongolian sweat medicine."

"It's hard to say, the policeman surnamed Zhang is big..."

"Ah bah, big size is good for a fart, he eats the most, and that amount is enough to overwhelm a cow!"

Lin Mian was lying on the table, and whispered voices came from her ears, two of them were somewhat familiar.

Then he was dragged off the stool by both arms, and his hands and feet were roughly bound with hemp rope.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!" Lin Mian heard a cry from Hook Wei.

The person dragging him panicked instantly: "Didn't you say you were dizzy? Why are you still screaming for pain?"

The room was quiet, and after a while, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other was heard. The man lightly kicked the hook tail with his toes. Seeing that he didn't respond, his tone relaxed: "It should be that the knock just now was too hard. Be careful, kid!" Come on, don't wake people up!"

"Fuck, the one surnamed Zhang is too heavy, it's hard to lift!" Someone cursed again in a low voice.

"It's really stupid to say that you are stupid, can you lift animals?"

Lin Mian felt that she had been thrown onto her shoulders, and her stomach felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, the one I carried is quite light, and it looks gentle. People in the city are different. This arm, tsk tsk, is whiter than a girl's thigh." After speaking, she stretched out her hand and wanted to pinch Lin Mian's face.

As a result, vomit——

Lin Mian's stomach was uncomfortable, but he was disgusted by his words, so he vomited, all over the man.

"Hahahahahaha..." The rest of the villagers burst into gleeful laughter.

"Fuck!" The man was furious, and was about to show some color to Lin Mian, who was still "in a coma", when he heard the old and gloomy voice of the village chief from ahead: "Hurry up, who missed the auspicious time for the sacrifice?" I can't afford it either!"

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Dean Wu: Chapter 3 is separated from the assistant, miss him!

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