Opening the door, Alan looked at the village chief's anxious appearance and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Balk is missing!"

The village chief pointed outside.

Isn't that the name Jerry's mom mentioned the other day?

Allen's gaze turned to the outside of the house.

Although it was still early in the morning, almost all the villagers had walked out of their homes because of the commotion.

Following the village chief, Alan came to Balk's house.

Before he could get closer, a woman's cry reached Alan's ears.

The villagers who had arrived from far and wide had almost blocked the hut, and the village chief had cleared the way in front of him, and Alan was able to enter the house.

A middle-aged woman was wiping tears from her eyes, and several women gathered around, constantly comforting.

"Will Balk run away for the night?"

"yes, maybe he'll be back by the time he's hungry. ”

"No way, Balk has always been naughty, but he never goes home at night, and I've told him so much lately. ”

At the mention of Balk's name, the woman began to cry even more bitterly.

"Didn't John go looking for him? don't worry, maybe he's just lost......"

Seeing that the scene was becoming more and more chaotic, the village chief hurriedly walked in front of the woman.

"Anna, don't worry, I've brought in the magician, take out Balk's portrait!"

When a woman standing aside heard this, she took a small oil painting from a nearby wooden table and handed it to Alan.

Looking at the boy in the portrait, although the drawing was a little blurry, Alan still recognized him.

This Balk is the child king who bullied little Jerry in the woods yesterday.

"Is it really okay to let the murderer come to Balk?"

"If the village chief says it, it should be fine......

"Could this have something to do with the old mouse?"

"That guy is sneaky all day long, and he spends all day with rats, maybe he attracted those monsters outside. ”

Several women looked at Allen, who was wearing a black cloak and couldn't see his face clearly, and whispered.

Alan didn't care about the gossip, he put the portrait aside and asked, "When and where was the last time you saw him yesterday?"

"Yes...... It was at dusk that Balk and his friends went out to hang out and never saw him again. ”

As Balk's mother spoke, she suddenly patted her head, "By the way, Balk's friend!"

The village chief also reacted for a while, he hurriedly ran out, and shouted loudly, "Jack, where is Dylan?"

Looking at this scene, Alan was a little speechless, these villagers often have never gone to school, and they don't even have the most basic logical thinking.

Within half a minute, the village chief walked in with two older boys.

Alan looked at the faces of the two men, who were also in that grove yesterday.

"You...... You are ......"

The two kids clearly recognized Alan as the weirdo from yesterday.

"This is the magician, tell me what time and place was the last time you saw Balk?"

"We played with Balk until the evening, and when we parted, we were still in the center of the village, and we don't know where he went. ”

"yes, we had just watched the old rat's show, and Balk said he was going to steal Andy someday!"

Alan touched his chin, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, and walked outside the door, where the village chief hurriedly followed behind him, genuinely afraid.

Now that there is such a thing in the village, it may be involved with monsters, and the only reliance of the entire village is the magician in front of him.

"Master Magician, these villagers have never seen the world, and they are so ignorant, please have a lot of ......."

"Alright, I've got a rough idea, I'll investigate if there are any traces of magic near the village, and I'll tell you the results by the afternoon. ”

Waving his hand, Alan walked away briskly as he opened his heart.

Frant told him that the eye of the heart can observe magic, and naturally he can also see the traces left by monsters.

Although he is extremely disgusted with this kind of miscellaneous who likes to bully the weak, after all, it is a life, and he will not die without help.

The villagers who surrounded Balk's house three times inside and three times outside began to whisper as they looked at the black back that was walking away quickly.

"Maybe this murderer did what happened to Balk. ”

"I think it's very likely that the old mouse, he doesn't look like a good person, and only these two people can do such a thing as kidnapping children. ”

"The village chief said that this murderer is here to help eliminate the monsters, if he really has malicious intentions towards Balk, we can't do anything to kill people in public, so it must be the dead mouse!"

"At the beginning, we saw him pitiful, so we let him live here temporarily, but I didn't expect him to do such a thing, it's just a scumbag!"

"No, even the scum is a compliment to him, all day long he only knows rats, I'm afraid he has become a rat himself!"

The more the villagers thought about it, the more excited they became, and the more they thought about it, the more angry they became.

In their eyes, old Jerry, who has lost his normal social skills and deals with rats all day long, may have lost his qualifications to be a human being.

The excited villagers came to the old Jerry's house en masse.

"Hey, open the door, you dead rat!"

Several men banged on the door viciously, and the old wooden door kept shaking, as if it might fall down at any moment.

"How...... How to ......"

As soon as Jerry Sr. opened the door, he felt his gaze sweep over him.

Extremely sensitive, he suddenly felt the anger, disgust, and hatred contained in these sights.

"Balk is missing, and your suspicion is very high!"

"Tell me! What did you do to Balk!"

A man saw that old Jerry was submissive and couldn't even speak, so he quickly grabbed old Jerry by the collar and lifted him up.

"I ...... I didn't ...... anything I didn't do it!"

Old Jerry didn't dare to look at the sturdy man who was clutching him, his face flushed, and every word he said seemed to kill him.

He had never felt such a strong pressure, and suddenly felt his pants wet, and a stench suddenly came out of his pants.

When the sturdy man saw old Jerry's appearance, his face changed, and he threw him to the side of the wall, his face full of disdain, "It's disgusting!"

The villagers did not intend to let old Jerry go so easily, they rushed into the hut and rummaged through all the corners, but they found nothing but the rats in the house.

Old Jerry leaned against the wall, his head bowed, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were full of tears.

His thin and frail body trembled incessantly, and when he heard the wailing of rats being thrown aside from time to time in the house, old Jerry lay on the ground, his hands on his head, and kept sobbing.

"It's a good room, you've only lived in it for a few days, and it's all turned into a rat's nest!"

"Get out of here tomorrow! Disgusting rats are not welcome in our village of Gul!"

No evidence was found, but the villagers, who had made a fuss, walked out of Old Jerry's house one after another, still shouting and swearing.

Old Jerry was still lying on the ground, clutching his head, his curled body trembling.

After a while, old Jerry slowly got up, with red eyes, holding an empty iron bucket, dragging his body almost apart, and walked to the small river not far from the village, wanting to fetch some river water and bring it back to his mouse friends to drink.

Some of the villagers who stayed nearby, feeling that it was not enough to relieve their anger, saw the figure of old Jerry disappear from view, they looked at each other, and walked into old Jerry's house together, with a cruel smile on the corner of their mouths.

"Hehe, this kind of hoodoo, more dead is also doing good deeds......"