Putting the sapper shovel back into the backpack he was carrying, Lu Zhengfeng took Lao Yu and Weiwei to the village. Since this Rottweiler died near the village, there must be something in this village.

Looking at the village is quite close, but it takes about ten minutes to walk over, and the so-called Wangshan running dead horse is like this.

Whiskers was calm all the way, not restless as he was at noon. Lu Zhengfeng couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was wrong in his inference? If there was a dog fighting ring around here, Weiwei shouldn't be so calm?

Strange to say, the village is quietly a bit unusual. After Lu Zhengfeng entered the village with two big dogs, he didn't meet anyone along the way, it was very quiet, and he didn't even see a cat or dog.

The village is not large, there are about 20 households, and the layout of the houses in the village is along a small road to the front, arranged in strips. The houses are relatively new and look like they have just been built in recent years.

Lu Zhengfeng walked in the village with Weiwei and Lao Qi, and saw that he was about to go to the end of the village, but he still didn't find anything. Lu Zhengfeng was not depressed at all, this village was very eccentric, and the fact that it was so quiet during the day fully showed that there was something wrong with it.

Lu Zhengfeng's desire to hunt came up all of a sudden, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. His eyes were shining, he took a deep breath, and seeing that he had found nothing, he took the old man and Weiwei to prepare to return home.

As soon as he walked out of two or three households, Weiwei suddenly paused and shouted low to a place. Lu Zhengfeng and Lao Qi stood still at the same time, looking in the direction of Weiwei's line of sight.

Strange to say, the family they are standing in now can be said to be the most dilapidated house in the entire village. In fact, it can't be said to be dilapidated, it should be said to be a relatively old house.

The other houses are all villas and bungalows, only this one is a one-story old-fashioned house. The surface of the wall was mottled, revealing the traces of time, the gate was closed, and Weiwei was shouting low to the door, and there was some intimacy in his voice.

The door creaked open, and a thin boy peeked out. He stood by the door, looking at Whiskers with surprise on his face.

Just worried about Lu Zhengfeng and the old man standing there, the boy didn't dare to come, he kept standing by the door, like a small animal, if he found something wrong, he immediately shrank back home.

Lu Zhengfeng's eyes were so good, just like that, he had already looked at the boy. The boy is about five or six years old, but he looks like he is younger than his actual age.

Although the clothes on his body are not very new, they are very clean, indicating that the boy's family is still very hygienic. People like him usually don't act, but if they act, they can quickly get the information they want.

Lu Zhengfeng squatted down, his eyes at eye level with the boy, which was a very low-alert posture. Looking at Lu Zhengfeng's movements, the boy was obviously not so vigilant, and he stood slightly towards the door.

Lu Zhengfeng was afraid of patting Weiwei's head, Weiwei understood immediately, walked to the boy's side and sat down, and licked the boy's exposed hand.

Lu Zhengfeng found that the boy's hands were red and swollen, and there were already chilblains on them. Seeing Weiwei beside him, the boy's vigilance disappeared at once, and he hugged Weiwei's head and rubbed it fiercely.

"You really escaped, I thought you were going to leave me, just like Kuroko. The boy's voice was small, but Lu Zhengfeng heard it very clearly.

He frowned, but he didn't dare to ask too obviously, for fear of startling the snake, and such a young child would not have a door on his mouth.

Now he can only talk without a trace, he simply sat on the ground, leaning against the door, and the old man also sat next to Lu Zhengfeng, and Weiwei sandwiched the boy in the middle.

As early as when Whiskers was close to the little boy, the old man came to the boy's side. It's a clingy guy who wants to be with Whiskers all the time.

The boy hugged left and right now, and he simply sat on the threshold and sat in a row with Lu Zhengfeng. The vigilance of the idea of seeing Lu Zhengfeng at the beginning was long gone, and he only cared about touching Weiwei and Lao Yu.

Lu Zhengfeng smiled very kindly: "Do you know Weiwei?"

"Yes, I saw it a few days ago. "It was bleeding a lot, and I gave him a bun, which my grandmother left for me." ”

"Is it bleeding?" Lu Zhengfeng keenly grasped this keyword, he was the one who picked up Weiwei more than a week ago, and the time was just right.

"Yes, there was another big dog with him at the time, and they were very pitiful, and they were all injured, very pitiful. As the boy said this, the arm around Whisker's neck tightened.

Whiskers tilted his head and licked the boy's cheek, his gaze warm. If it weren't for the bun given by the boy, it probably wouldn't have been able to hold it.

Lu Zhengfeng knew that such a young boy didn't know much, and he couldn't ask too directly. Thinking of the sunspot mentioned in the boy's mouth just now, Lu Zhengfeng asked tentatively: "The sunspot is also your dog?"

As soon as he said Kuroko, the boy's eyes turned red: "Well, it's a big black dog that my family raised last year, but someone in the village took a fancy to it and snatched it back, and within a few days, Kuroko died." ”

As he spoke, the boy wiped his eyes fiercely, obviously very sad about the loss of this sunspot.

Lu Zhengfeng listened to the boy quietly, and suddenly his ears moved, and in the next second, Weiwei and the old man both stood up, arched their bodies, and waited in one direction.

As soon as the boy's face changed, he pulled Lu Zhengfeng into the courtyard, followed by Weiwei and Lao Yu. Then the door closed suddenly, and he stuck to the crack in the door, staring intently outside.

Lu Zhengfeng didn't know why, he also followed the boy to do the same, looking out with one eye to see what the boy had found.

There was silence for dozens of seconds, and from the back of the village came a man dressed in a very fancy way. He had a cigarette in his hand, walked shaking his head, and his body was relatively thin, looking as if he had been hollowed out.

At the sight of the man, the boy's breathing became rapid. But he didn't say anything, just stared at this man with hatred, if his eyes could kill, it was estimated that this man had been cut by a thousand knives.