"That's all there are for those staff, so much?"

"Yes, although there are many people, there are only two Uncle Liu and Uncle Mo who are often on duty, and the others are all because of the sequelae left by the bullet or injury, sometimes they can't even move."

"All these people have been on the battlefield?"

"Well, they are from the 371st Brigade of the 3nd Regiment of the 3rd Battalion and the First Company, because of the ambush at that time, the entire company was seriously killed and wounded, only a few of them remained, after the end of the Anti-Japanese War, they are here, guardians of these old brothers."

"Ugh."

Huang Yongwei's sigh seemed to have ulterior motives.

He flipped through the details of these people, and he took special care of Uncle Liu and Uncle Mo in Huo Butian's mouth.

Both are already in their eighties and nineties, but they are still in good health.

After that, some of the information was read by him, and I couldn't stand these dense words.

I feel very tired to my eyes.

After flipping through the pile of information, Huang Yongwei leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Brother Huo, is that all? Gone? ”

"Well, that's all, this is all I took from the General Bureau, all the information, in order to get these, I didn't feel a little embarrassed."

"It's hard work, but I've always been a little curious, don't the two of them have families?"

"As far as I know, no."

"Then exclude the two of them."

"Why?"

"There's no why, exclude the two of them."

……

After leaving the police station, Huang Yongwei's eyes narrowed.

But the cold light in his eyes did not hide it at all.

"What's wrong? Do you know something? ”

"Well, I know something, and it's about you."

"With me?"

"Yes, or it has something to do with Wujiazhuang, one of these people is fake, but I don't know who it is, ninety years old, still healthy, this is impossible, but this person is not him, but another, the ashes of three people, after smoking for a day, I can't help but steal it again, what does this mean?"

"It means that this person is terminally ill, and it is impossible for him to be a normal person who walks like a fly."

"That's right, now wait for this person to be caught."

As I spoke, I realized that the car was not driving in the direction I was driving home.

Hurriedly stopped the driver, who knew that the driver came to say, how could normal people chat like us.

Also sucks ashes.

I'm a little bitter, it seems that this kind of topic is still a little too scary.

When I got home, Huang Yongwei took out a book called Tao from under my bed and threw it to me.

"This book is very helpful for those who are starting to do Taoism, just take a look at it, I don't recommend you to learn it, the things in it are not as good as you holding that iron sword to play with the evil spirit."

"Then you ......"

"It's just a matter of experience."

"Okay."

"I'll come to you to go to the martyrs' cemetery that afternoon."

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go to Xishan to take a look, since that senior of Maoshan has participated in the battle of the Demon Sealing Snake Demon, he is a highly respected person, I should go and worship it."

"Really?"

I was somewhat skeptical of his words.

Returning to my room with the book, I took a closer look.

There were a lot of the most basic things on it, and he called them furs.

These books have more or less She Laosan's handwriting.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it became, and it seemed a bit like another person's handwriting.

But for a short time, I couldn't remember who it was.

Later, he returned, disgraced; I guess it's really going to Xishan.

With a glass of water, he sat down next to me.

"How about we go squatting in the evening."

"Okay, but can you hold it up?"

"Minor problem."

"Don't be pushy."

I put the book aside and let out a long sigh.

I still remember the first time I encountered this kind of thing.

If I could, I'd rather die than make all this.

But if I had hung up in the first place, maybe those things would have affected my family.

"What do you think?"

He slapped me on the stomach.

"Nope."

I touched my stomach and stood up to take a glass of water myself.

"You prepare something first, there may be a fierce battle in the evening."

"Are you so sure he'll come?"

"Last time three urns were lost, how long was it between them?"

"Three days."

"But this time I only lost one, you know what I mean?"

"Hmm."

"It's best to bring your sword, I guess this time, you can uncover all the mysteries, what does Wujiazhuang have to do with you, who is the Taoist priest who left you something, and what is the thing left behind, these can be solved soon."

"This one that sucks the ashes also has something to do with the samurai?"

"Yes."

In the afternoon, I prepared a few pieces of rune paper, took two money swords and the sword left by Zhang Zhenren, and the two of us drove to the martyr's cemetery.

At this time, the place has been sealed off, and there are more than 20 police officers here.

Huo Butian sat in the duty room and leaned on the electric heater.

When he saw us coming, he hurriedly ran out.

"You're finally here."

"What are you afraid of, if he wants to steal, he will steal at two or three o'clock in the morning."

"Yes, that's right, you see I've forgotten, let's go for a walk and sit in the house for a while."

Huang Yongwei let me go in by myself, and he ran to the center of the tomb to figure out something, and he still had a large ball of red thread in his hand.

I didn't understand this, so I went to the duty room with Huo Butian to bake the electric heater.

Not to mention, it works.

"Tianxuan, what kind of pervert do you say will fall to the point of sucking these ashes."

"Who else could it be?"

As I said this, I glanced at the wall.

The photo shows an old man in a green military uniform.

"Who is this?"

"This is Company Commander Cao, the company commander of their company, and he was also a tough guy at the time, but he was shot through the thigh by a bullet on the battlefield, and now he is sick, they are all great men."

"yes."

I said yes, but in my heart I was horrified, and I couldn't do anything more.

I don't know this Cao Lian Commander, but I do, he is the village chief of Caojiazhuang.

The Cao Huaiying who was washed in the blood of the gangsters, the one who kept the secret of immortality for others but tried in vain to kill me in his dreams.

"You know him?"

"Ahh Yes? I don't know, how can I know, he can be in his eighties now, right? ”

"Eighty-seven."

"Where do you live now?"

"I don't know, what's wrong? Why are you so interested in him? Could it be that he ......"

"No, it just feels like there's a sense of intimacy."

As he was talking, Huang Yongwei walked in from outside.

The red thread in his hand has already been used for more than half of it.

"Ready."