It was getting darker and darker, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance. Qin Feng was running lifelessly on the winding mountain road, and the oncoming wind blew on his face, tearing the muscles on his face painfully, but he couldn't care about it so much. Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his ankle, and his whole body fell to the ground.

With a boom, the sky flashed in the distance, and raindrops fell.

Qin Feng only wore a thin shirt, and layers of sweat oozed from his body, soaking his back, and the shirt and flesh were tightly attached together. It's so uncomfortable.

The trees on both sides of the road are long and shaded, and the long branches that stick out like claws are tangled together above the mountain path to form a vault. This mountain road was like a dark tunnel, wanting to tear the running Qin Feng into pieces of flesh and blood, and then devour them without a trace.

Qin Feng struggled to run forward, and he heard the sound of a car coming behind him. Looking back, in the dark shadow of the trees, a bus was slowly heading this way with its headlights on.

The headlights flickered, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, and chased after them closely.

Qin Feng ran forward like crazy, everything in front of him became darker and darker, and only a vague trace of the woods could be seen. The wind blew and rustled all around. The severe pain in his feet made Qin Feng have to stop, and the car behind him quickly chased after him.

A moment later, the car stopped in front of Qin Feng. The driver poked his head out of the window and looked at himself with a smile. Qin Feng couldn't help but gasp.

The driver, who was in his forties, wore a baseball cap and oversized pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and was so thin that his cheekbones bulged outward. He raised his head slightly, and through the dim light, Qin Feng saw a long scar on his face, a diagonal line from the left ear, which was pulled down heavily until the corner of his mouth on the right. Several thick black streaks of blood trickled out of the scar and slowly spread across the face.

"Is that you?" Qin Feng remembered someone, and he shouted loudly.

The driver did not speak. Just grinned, and a few earthworm-like streaks of blood dripped down his mouth. Then the driver's body tilted, the whole head fell off, and slowly rolled in front of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng felt that the muscles of his throat seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't breathe. He used all his strength, but he couldn't move his steps at all, and his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them.

The driver's head was bloody and blurry, but his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was open and closed, as if he was saying something to Qin Feng.

Yes! Qin Feng shouted. The mournful sound pierced the dead air around them, and then was bounced back by the obscured trees and fell in front of them.

"Qin Feng, what's wrong with you?" Hearing the anxious shout, Qin Feng opened his eyes. saw Xiao Hang pulling himself anxiously. Only then did he realize that there were no cars, no smirking heads, and he had a nightmare while lying in bed.

Qin Feng sat up, shook his head, and wiped the cold sweat from his face.

The man appeared in his dream again, implicated in his father's memories.

When he was seven years old, Qin Feng received bad news from his family. His father, Qin Xiaoyun, had an accident. In that deep valley, because the van accidentally fell, it attracted everyone nearby to watch.

When the taxi driver was lifted out, his entire head was cut by a broken windshield. And Qin Feng's father was also heavily pressed in the car and died for a long time.

My mother cried and broke her bowels, and the originally happy family collapsed in an instant.

Mom gave him a notebook, the only thing his father left him. He treasured the book as if it were his own life. He never thought that one day, his life would be turned upside down because of this book.

After my father left, my mother seemed even more silent.

Qin Feng never knew about his father's accident. He asked his mother several times, but was refused. Qin Feng didn't know what to do about this. As a result, he rarely returned home.

Later, Qin Feng was admitted to university. On the day she received the notice, my mother was very happy. It seemed that it was the first time Qin Feng had seen her smile after her father left.

Mom talked a lot, and as she talked, she talked about her father.

Finally, Qin Feng asked the question he had always wanted to ask in his heart.

Mom sighed and told what had happened.

Qin Feng's father, Qin Xiaoyun, is a private detective. This profession was very deserted in the environment at that time. As a result, his detective agency has never had much business.

Until a month before Qin Xiaoyun's accident, a guest came to the detective office. He took a large sum of money and asked Qin Xiaoyun to help him investigate a case. That case is the case of Professor Chu Tiannan's archaeological team going to Yuling Village forty years ago. Qin Xiaoyun took the case very happily and promised to find out the truth of the matter within a month.

However, Qin Xiaoyun didn't expect that a month later, there would be an accident on his way back from Yuling Village. And that person never appeared again.

The reason why my mother has always disagreed with Qin Feng is that she thinks he is still young and is afraid that it will affect his study and life.

After Qin Feng went to university, he had been paying attention to things related to Chu Tiannan's visit to Yuling Village for archaeology forty years ago.

By chance, he came across an article on the Internet describing Yuling Village. So, he tried to contact the author, the "prophet".

What Qin Feng didn't expect was that he soon received a reply from the "prophet". In the reply letter, the "prophet" also told him that in fact, the people who went to archaeology with Chu Tiannan did not die. Someone stayed in Yuling Village.

This news set off a storm in Qin Feng's heart. He thought that maybe his father's accident could find a clue there. But is this news accurate?

Just as he hesitated, the "Prophet" sent another letter. Along with the letter, I also sent a jade dragon pendant. Moreover, he also laid out a detailed plan for Qin Feng in the letter.

The "prophet's" understanding of Qin Feng and Yuling Village is simply like a treasure. He told Qin Feng that Su Xiaonuan's grandfather was a respected veteran in Yuling Village. Qin Feng could take the jade dragon pendant as a reason to go back to Yuling Village with Su Xiaonuan, and at the same time, he could also investigate the previous matter.

Qin Feng asked him why he wanted to help himself. But the Prophet did not reply again. Qin Feng thought about it for a long time, and finally he thought that the "prophet" must be the one who asked his father to handle the case back then. He must have felt ashamed of his father, so he helped.

However, what Qin Feng didn't expect was that Yuling Village was not as simple as he imagined. Everyone here is mysterious, especially outsiders, with an inexplicable wariness. On Yuling Mountain, Qin Feng originally wanted to take the opportunity to ask Uncle Bao about archaeology forty years ago, but he didn't expect Uncle Bao's mouth to be stricter than a stone crack.

Qin Feng turned over, he hesitated and didn't know whether to tell Su Xiaonuan the purpose of his coming to Yuling Mountain. If Su Xiaonuan knew that she had deceived her, she would definitely not forgive herself again.

Bang, something flew in from outside the window and landed in front of Qin Feng.

It was a paper ball, Qin Feng opened it and looked at it.

If you want to know about Qin Xiaoyun, come to the Su family's old courtyard immediately.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment and sat up.

He glanced outside, and there was no figure at all in the dark night. Who threw the paper balls? Obviously, the other party had already discovered the purpose of his coming here, and he also knew that he was Qin Xiaoyun's son.

The "prophet" was right, there were indeed people in Yuling Village who knew about his father. Qin Feng could even be sure that the person who asked him to make an appointment with him not only knew about his father's affairs, but should have seen his father's appearance.

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng put on his clothes and tiptoed out.

The old courtyard of the Su family was the place where Qin Feng first stayed in Yuling Village. It is Su Xiaonuan's hometown. Because it is east of Yuling Village and a little far from the village, it is a little lonely.

It didn't take long for Qin Feng to arrive there.

In the old courtyard late at night, there was a faint light. Qin Feng gently pushed the door and dodged in. The courtyard was so quiet that even the chirping of summer insects was hidden.

Just as Qin Feng was hesitating whether to shout, a figure flashed out of the inner hall. He was hidden in the dark, wearing a black poncho and a low-pressed hat on his head.

"Who are you? Is this yours? Qin Feng raised the paper ball in his hand.

The man didn't move, didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce.

The night wind rustled in my ears.

"How did my father die?" Qin Feng asked.

The man hesitated, then took something out of his pocket and threw it over.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand to catch the thing, and in the dim light, Qin Feng saw that it was a palm-sized porcelain bottle.

"Wangwang." Suddenly, there were several dog barks outside the door, and the man hurriedly dodged into the inner hall.

Qin Feng was stunned, and just wanted to chase after him, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open. Su Zhengde and a few villagers walked in, and they seemed a little surprised when they saw Qin Feng.

"Why are you here? Xiao Nuan looked for you everywhere, thinking that something had happened to you. Su Zhengde looked at Qin Feng and said a little angrily.

Qin Feng didn't speak, he lowered his head and just wanted to put the porcelain bottle in his hand, but he heard He Er on the other side speak, "Master Su, look at the porcelain bottle in his hand." ”

Su Zhengde came over and snatched it away. Then he asked sharply, "Say, where did this come from?" ”

Qin Feng's face changed, and he reached out and snatched the porcelain bottle from Su Zhengde's hand, "This, you don't have to worry about it." Then, turning and walking forward.

"You, what is the relationship between you and Qin Xiaoyun?" Su Zhengde, who was behind him, spoke again.

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then turned his head and said slowly, "I am his son." ”