"Brother, Dad, he killed someone for Aunt Chen, was arrested by the police, and the murdered family ran to the house, smashed the house, and said that he would smash it once a day, and it would make my family unpeaceful for the rest of his life - brother, come back quickly, what are we going to do?"

"Xiaoying, it's okay, I'll go back right away. This family is all scum, I won't let them succeed again, you don't cry, take care of grandma. ”

"You give me death!"

The knife stabbed out, and blood splattered.

"Cao Mo, you are deliberately killing people with a knife, do you know that this is an extremely heinous crime, and when you picked up the knife, didn't you think about the consequences?"

"My dad committed a crime, but he also didn't want to see Ms. Chen repeatedly pestered, blackmailed, and killed by the other party. And when someone forcibly broke into my house and smashed something and beat someone, didn't I even have the power to stop it? Someone kicked open my door, screamed that they wanted to kill me and my sister, rushed in and grabbed the bench and was about to smash it. I still have scars from being smashed here, I am afraid, my mind is blank, I grab the fruit knife and stab it, where can I think of the consequences? Mr. policeman, do you have time to think about the consequences in that situation? I don't know what is happening to the man, but since I grabbed the knife and stabbed it out in my hand, you can judge it however you want. ”

"Smack, are you still quibbling? If you don't plan it, it's just a mess of stabbing, and twelve knives can avoid the key points? Yang Jun ran to your house to vent his anger because of his brother's death, we all investigated, he smashed a lot of things, but didn't hurt anyone, and you also know in your heart that he came to the door again, and there would be no threat to your brother and sister's life......"

"Yang Jun ran to my house and smashed it, and you said that he was just venting his anger and came to the door again, and you concluded that he would not commit murder, but you also concluded that I was planning murder with a knife. You have now decided one by one, and I have nothing to say. How do you want to record it, you say, I'll write it. ”

"You...... Smack!"

The scenes of hurting people and being tried three years ago were repeated in a nightmare, as if Cao Mo was overwhelmed by tens of millions of tons of seawater.

The next moment he woke up violently, as if on the verge of drowning.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

Cao Mo felt that the back of his head was being stuffed into an iron rod and stirred desperately, and he felt that the entire back of his head was going to be torn apart, causing his consciousness to oscillate between confusion, falling apart, and fainting again, and the dream of recalling the past was also shattered at this moment.

After a long time, Cao Mo felt as if he had died of pain several times before he regained his strength.

The pain also receded like a tide, and the feeling of the rest of his life after death made him like a drowning swimmer finally breaking free and exposing his head to the surface of the water to breathe his first breath of fresh air.

When he opened his eyelids, he felt reluctant.

Overhead is a conical grass hut, the four walls are wooden walls, some old, the corners of the wooden walls are severely eroded by rain, insects and ants, and the bright sunlight penetrates through the finger-wide gaps.

There was not a single decent piece of furniture in the hut, and a small fire pit was dug in the mud floor in front of the bed, and three blackened stones were placed beside the fire pit, and an iron pot was erected.

He lay on a plank bed with soft straw mats.

"Squeak", the wooden door that felt like it could be pushed down directly with more effort was pushed open from the outside, the light first brightened, and then the door was blocked by a strong figure, and the light suddenly dimmed.

"Bang-ah!" the big man ignored his height, and even if he lowered his head, he would hit the lintel solidly.

At this moment, Cao Mo suspected that the entire thatched house was going to be collapsed by this huge man like an iron tower.

"Mr. Cao, are you really awake?!" the big man exclaimed in surprise when he saw Cao Mo barely leaning over.

"Kabuja?

Such a familiar routine, isn't it crossing?

Rebirth is not either?

Even if you are reborn back to three years ago, you can stop that scumbag from being in his early forties, and he even impulsively kills someone else's woman.

"What, crossing?" The big guy hadn't read the online novels that had just become popular in China in the past two years, and looked at Cao Mo with a question mark.

Cao Mo was still very weak, and it was difficult to speak.

Cao Mo saw Kabuja, a black driver hired by the branch in Draculamo, and confirmed that he should still be in the primeval jungle on the border between Kanem and Benin, and that the shabby appearance of the grass hut should be the tribal village called Ibogu where they settled when they entered the jungle.

After waiting for a while, without waiting for Cao Mo to come back to his senses, the big man shouted excitedly outside.

Cao Mo had been learning Yoruba with Kabuja for several months and could now understand simple everyday conversations.

He could understand that Kabuja was excitedly greeting the people outside, saying that he had woken up, and that it was a miracle that he had woken up.

Kabuja's excitement was full of heartfelt joy, which made Cao Mo feel relieved.

As the old capital of Kanem and the commercial capital, Draculamo is arguably the most prosperous city in all of West Africa, but the law and order are chaotic.

In the past two years, more and more Chinese businessmen and Chinese-funded enterprises have entered Draculamo, and violent crimes against Chinese businessmen and employees of Chinese enterprises have also occurred frequently.

Therefore, even if Chinese businessmen and Chinese-funded enterprises have to hire local employees, they are quite vigilant and wary, and correspondingly, local employees are quite indifferent to the management of Chinese-funded enterprises and Chinese employees.

Every time Cao Mo wants to go out to run errands, the supervisor Guo Jian will deliberately emphasize that he can tell the driver Kabuja the destination only after getting in the car.

In doing so, he was worried that the driver, Kabuja, would know the destination in advance and might report to the criminal gang and block the road to rob them on the way.

Similar cases happened in Draculamo, not one or two.

At this time, feeling Kabuja's excitement for his awakening, Cao Mo couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his previous vigilance.

After thinking about it, Cao Mo felt a little strange again.

It is normal to think that Kabuja's excitement at this time may be due to other reasons.

After all, if something really happens to him, Kabuja will most likely lose this high-paying job, which is definitely decent in the local area - think about how decent it is to be able to work as a driver in a foreign-funded company in China in the early eighties!

Why did I think that Kabuja's excitement at this time was simply because he woke up and did not mix other factors?

And the thought is even quite strong.

When did you become so easy to trust others?

And, still trust the local hired staff he has always been on guard against?

At this moment, an old man wearing a local traditional robe walked in with his body bent, and when he saw Cao Mo barely able to half-prop himself up, he shouted excitedly:

"Ibogu, Ibogu ......"

Seeing this swarthy old face full of cracked bark wrinkles, Cao Mo confirmed that he was in the tribal village where he had settled before entering the mountain.

The old man in front of him was the chief and priest of the tribal village, his name was Felician or Fian Heli, he had heard Kabuja's introduction before, but in the blink of an eye, he remembered it confused.

He also remembered that this dilapidated thatched house was a residence of the chief's family, and there were six or seven similar, slightly better, but not much better wooden sheds nearby, and a small square that resembled a threshing floor, which was regarded as the chief's compound.

After settling in the village before, I heard Kabuja introduce that the chief is the most powerful and wealthy person in the village, and the land within a radius of more than ten miles, the primeval dense forest, and the gold mine, including the deep forest, all belong to the chief's family, and Cao Mo's jaw almost dropped.

This tribal village is called Ibogu.

Cao Mo listened to the chieftain "Ibogu, Ibogu" shouting excitedly at this time, and his face was confused, not knowing what he meant by this.

After a while, Cao Mo remembered that Kabuja had taught him that the syllable "bogu" is the pronunciation of snake in Yoruba, and "Ibogu" seems to mean spirit snake or snake god.

The reason why he lost consciousness and passed out was indeed in the depths of the jungle, when a palm-long poisonous snake came out of the bushes and was bitten.

Cao Mo didn't know what it was like for others to be bitten by a poisonous snake, but when he was bitten, there was a sharp pain that tore the nerve instantly, and he suspected that it was not the poisonous snake that made him unconscious, but that he failed to survive the severe pain at that moment and passed out.

Seeing that this old man was so excited, Cao Mo thought to himself, is he gloating that he was bitten by a snake, or does he think that it is a miracle that he can survive being bitten by that green ring snake?

Thinking of this, Cao Mo felt that he was really self-inflicted.

Draculamo was dangerous enough, and he was moved to hear Kabuja say that in the pristine jungle in the northwestern part of Oyo state, on the border with Benin, there were locals mining gold.

Taking advantage of the fact that Yang Deshan, the general manager of the branch, was not in Draculamo City, he instigated the supervisor Guo Jian to take the driver Kabuja and drive to the edge of the primeval jungle north of Draculamo.

Although the distance between the ancient village of Ibo and the urban area of Draculamo, where the branch is located, is only sixty or seventy kilometers in a straight line, there is no decent road to connect them.

They made a detour from Catelo, the capital of Oyo state in the east, and drove for more than 800 kilometers on dirt roads with potholes and mud, and inquired along the way, before they touched the village of Ibogu.

They spent the night in the tribe and the next morning walked through the dense jungle to visit the gold mining sites of the locals.

Cao Mo, who has only been in Draculamo for more than a year, has not been running to the suburbs outside Draculamo in the past, but it is the first time to enter the primeval jungle in the northwest of the country.

This time, he really saw the African poisonous mosquito like a fighter jet, which not only bites people fiercely and fiercely, but also infects various diseases.

In the morning, he ate a meal of cassava bean rice from the locals in the simple workshop of the mining site, and after seeing the local gold mining conditions, he suddenly started to get hot in the afternoon.

Cao Mo suspects that she has contracted African malaria, which is known locally as Malali.

There is a Chinese clinic near the Dracula branch office, and if the vaccine fails when you go abroad and you get African malaria, it is usually said that a few shots of the clinic will be effective.

Guo Jian and Kabuja drove him back to Draculamo overnight to see a doctor, but they didn't want to be bitten by a palm-long poisonous snake that came out of the depths of the jungle shortly after leaving the mining shed.

He didn't know anything at the time, and vaguely remembered having some nightmares, but when he regained consciousness, he was already lying in the house of the chief of the village of Ibogu.

What about Guo Jianren?

Except for the old chief talking to Kabuja excitedly, Cao Mo didn't see his direct supervisor Guo Jian in the branch walk in.

Cao Mo had been learning Yoruba from Kabuja for a few months, but she could only have some simple daily conversations.

The sheikh spoke to Kabuja so quickly that he was so confused that he could not understand what they were saying for a long time.

Seeing the confusion in Cao Mo's eyes, Kabuja translated in English: "Chief Felician said that their tribe has not seen the Ipo Guling Serpent appear for several years. And the people who can survive the bite of the spirit snake are only the great witches who led the tribe to inhabit and survive in this land two hundred years ago before you. The Great Witch has the ability to perceive people's hearts, and after his death, he left a prophecy that if someone in the tribe is bitten by the Ibo Ancient Spirit Snake and does not die, he will also have the ability to perceive people's hearts like him!"

That slap is long, like it has been brushed with green paint, is it a spirit snake?

Listening to Kabuja's relays of the old chieftain Felician's words, Cao Mo wanted to roll his eyes.

The Yoruba are the third largest ethnic group in Kanem, distributed in the northwestern states of Oyo and Ogun, with a total population of more than 30 million people in Kanem.

More than 400 years of colonial history has made Christianity in Europe and the United States spread very widely in the local area, and most of the Yoruba people are believers in Christianity, but there are also some Yoruba tribes who continue to maintain their original religious beliefs.

According to Kabuja, the ancient village of Ibogu not only maintains its traditional religious beliefs before the colonization, but also regards the poisonous snake that bites him as a totem of faith.

That's.

However, Cao Mo thought in his heart that he was still on other people's territory, and he didn't want to be beaten by society, no matter how disdainful he was, it was better to keep his mouth shut obediently.

And since he finally woke up and didn't die, he thought about asking Kabuja to go to Guo Jian quickly, and then drive him back to Draculamo for treatment.

He was afraid that when the falciparum malaria in his body, or the snake venom temporarily suppressed by immunity, flares up again, he will really hang up here completely.

"Mr. Guo ......" Cao Mo opened his mouth, he wanted to ask where Guo Jianren was, and when he opened his mouth, he could hear how weak his voice was.

"Mr. Guo thought you couldn't do it, so he drove back to Draculamo first, saying that he wanted to report to the company's President Yang and then rush back to help you deal with the aftermath!" Kabuja said with an embarrassed face.

Hearing Kabuja say this, Cao Mo almost jumped off the hospital bed: Guo Jian's grandson thought he was dead, and he went back to Dracula first?