If Gu Ding's old man was really invited out by Zheng Fatzi, this action would have become a joke against those people who targeted Zheng Fatzi, and of course, they themselves were still in the dark.

Originally, the actions of the trick group were not smooth, the old man of Gu Ding was not a cultivator, he didn't have much face, please don't move the masters, and now the trick group has set up seven or eight people in order to help Zheng Fatzi play sloppy, and one of them is his distant relative, and it is not good to explain to other people's families.

Therefore, the old man lied to Zheng Fatman, and Zheng Fatzi could only pinch his nose and admit it.

Now we are the only ones who are idle, and we only send investigators from the 49th Bureau over, and he is not at ease, after all, those who are dead and missing are all at the level of investigators.

For a month's vacation, all of a sudden it became a day, we are not very happy, but we don't particularly care, anyway, walking on the street may be able to pretend to be a ghost, as if it is a foreign travel.

The place where the accident occurred was in a village, the village is located on the edge of the Qinling Mountains called Mentougou, it is said that the village is not rich, and a lot of poultry and livestock were lost during this time, after the police came, even the police disappeared, for this reason, Zheng Fatzi let people pass, and it turned out to be a meat bun.

When we arrived at Mentougou, we were taken aback by the topography of the place, which was surrounded by lush green forests on one side and yellow sand with only dead grass on the other.

This is the first time we have seen such a place, and Mentougou is in the middle of the boundary between these two colors, in a small ravine.

Coming with us, there is also a master of the trick group, doing a full set of dramas, so Gu Ding sent someone over, this person we have also met once, the last time the famous mansion was the last time, and he finally accepted it.

This man is also a large man, and the difference is that his eyebrows are strangely long, covering his eyes, and his hair is extremely short, and his scalp is exposed.

His name is Qingmei, and when I heard him introduce himself, I felt like my childhood was shattered.

This person doesn't like to talk, we don't know much about him, and Zheng Fatzi doesn't know his details, of course, what Zheng Fatzi said is not necessarily true, this person is very dishonest.

With Qingmei, we came to Mentougou accompanied by a local policeman.

This kind of village gate is also common, and outside this small village, there is an earthy yellow boulder more than a foot high.

The boulder is like a street sign, but there is no word on it, I leaned over, and I could see some disorganized traces on it, which was not natural, but the font graphics could not be seen.

When the little policeman saw that we were interested in this stone, he said in Mandarin mixed with dialects: "Leaders, this stone has been at the entrance of the village for hundreds of years, and it has been there since people lived there. ”

I nodded, and left thoughtfully.

There is no avenue between Mentougou and the outside world, so we can only take the mountain road to come, although it is calm along the way, but we are also a little tired, especially Huang Bawang, who is agitating and has to eat.

Therefore, we did not continue to look outside the village, but went directly to the village.

Although there is no main road, the village is electrified, so everyone in the village knows what we are coming.

The village chief, who was on crutches, and several village elders, who were supposed to be highly respected, were waiting for us at the head of the village.

Seeing us coming, these villagers, who were generally older, hurried over.

"Oh, a few police comrades, you can be regarded as looking forward to you, you are the head of this village, and your surname is Fang. "The bearded village chief came up and shook hands with us.

After some greetings, we walked into Mentougou under the leadership of the villagers.

When we arrived at Mentougou, it was noon, and there were no restaurants in the village, so we all went to the village chief's house.

Huang Bawang looked at the dishes on the table and frowned, in fact, these dishes are not very good, there are very few oil stars, and in the stir-fried meat with mountain vegetables, I can't even see some minced meat.

After sulking for a while, Huang Bawang couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't care that we were still talking, and slammed the table hard, shaking the dishes up.

"I said you old men, what are these things, do you have such a recruit! If you really don't have any money, then I'll pay out of my own pocket and give me some hard work!"

Huang Bawang slapped the table and shook it straight, not only scaring Village Chief Fang and them, but also startling me.

"You sit down for me, don't embarrass me!" I shouted angrily, this guy is a foodie, yes, but this is also a bit too embarrassing, at the same time, I am also a little puzzled, this village does not look like such a poor village, the road is smooth, the small building is not bad, the village chief's house is also full of color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, why is the food so miserable?

Village Chief Fang's face also turned red, and he hurriedly stood up and explained: "Alas, this matter is really to blame us, we are not open to traffic here, although we are not in the deep ravine, we can get here from the outside, and we have to cross three mountain beams, and it is inconvenient to carry meat, so every household does not have much, and we have eaten for so many days, so these are still made up." ”

"The guests who come here are usually freshly killed pigs and sheep, but now we are all fine, and the animals are all dead, so there is not much meat in the dishes. ”

After Village Chief Fang explained, Huang Bawang sat down angrily, picked up two white-faced dumplings, and filled his stomach with old wine.

I smiled embarrassedly at Village Chief Fang: "He's like this, he doesn't have a bad heart." ”

Huang Bawang is indeed this virtue, and he has no concept of respecting the old and loving the young, according to his words, whoever is good to me, I can be good to whom. After a hasty meal, I left the old village chief behind and asked him about the recent events.

Speaking of which, before I came to Mentougou, I got the information of this case, but no matter how detailed the description is, there is no face-to-face conversation, and it is simple and clear.

Village Chief Fang is also a person who can say, a few glasses of old rice wine are in the stomach, and the real and false talk is endless, anyway, the more I listen to it, the more evil it becomes.

It turns out that since last month, there have been cases of cattle and sheep and other livestock being killed and lost in the village.

Leaning on the mountains, there are a lot of such things, especially in the Qinling Mountains, there are also a lot of fierce beasts, so the stall can only admit bad luck, but this time the death of those livestock is wrong, take the village chief's own sheep as an example, there is a row of tooth marks on the neck, which looks similar to the tooth marks of humans, not to mention that the blood of his sheep has been sucked dry, and the sheep's belly has been disemboweled, and all the fragments in it have been cleaned up.

Not to mention, the meat on the dead sheep's body was blue, and when you smell it carefully, there is a strange smell, and when you try the silver needle, the needle is immediately black, so no one dares to eat the meat.

(End of chapter)