Xia Ji and Zhao Ying searched for shops along the street.

Xia Ji didn't believe that a large town with a population of thousands would disappear completely overnight, and he would always find a few living people.

Xia Ji walked into a teahouse, and there was still a cup of leftover tea on the table.

Xia Ji picked up the teacup and could feel the residual warmth of the tea.

Zhao Ying also touched the cup and said, "The tea is still warm, and the person should have just left." ”

Zhao Ying felt strange, what could make the tea guest leave in a hurry, and he didn't even finish a cup of tea.

"Could it be that the bandits are coming, and everyone has fled into the mountains?" Zhao Ying's face was frightened, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"If the bandits come, won't your father and mother call you if they run away?" Xia Ji said.

"Of course not...... Could it be that my father and mother were captured by bandits and didn't have time to call me? Zhao Ying said again.

"If the bandits break into your house, how can they only arrest your father and mother and not you and me, don't think nonsense." Xia Ji said.

The two walked into a bookstore next door to the teahouse.

Xia Ji lifted the curtain and came to the small room behind the store, and found a half-copied book on the desk, and the ink-stained brush was discarded on the pages at will, and the ink was splashed, making the book a mess, and the book was a waste.

It can be seen that the scribe did not even have time to put down the pen, and threw the brush away.

What is going on to make people rush to this extent?

"This should be the book copied by the shopkeeper, he usually cherishes books the most, we will be scolded if we don't wash our hands and touch the book, how can he be willing to let the ink contaminate the book?"

Zhao Ying looked at the smudge-covered books, and she was also puzzled.

Xia Ji looked at the book thoughtfully.

"Brother Xia, could it be that the bandits took away Shopkeeper He?" Zhao Yingdao.

"Not bandits." Xia Ji affirmed.

"Why?" Zhao Ying was stunned.

"You said that there are only a few hundred bandits in Niucao Mountain, and there are three or four thousand people in this town, even if it is three thousand pigs, the bandits can't catch them in a few days, let alone three thousand big living people, and the storefronts on this street are quite neat and clean, there is no bloodstain, and there is not even a trace of resistance." Xia Ji said.

After listening to Xia Ji's analysis, Zhao Ying also felt that there was some truth, and couldn't help asking, "Then what happened?" ”

"I also want to know," Xia Ji thought for a moment, "where is the most important place in this town?" ”

"Of course it's the yamen." Zhao Yingdao.

"Okay, let's go to the yamen and have a look." Xia Ji said.

Xia Ji and Zhao Ying walked through the street in the center of the town and came to the Yamen.

The gate of the yamen was in tatters, and the plaque paint on the beams had fallen off, making it look even more dilapidated than a dwelling.

As the saying goes, officials don't cultivate yamen, and most of the ancient yamen were like this.

After entering the gate, there is a road.

On the right side of the corridor is the Kuaishou room, and on the left is the soap room.

Xia Ji turned left, and the room was empty.

Xia Ji came to the cell behind the soap room again, and there was not even a single prisoner in it.

"Why are the prisoners gone? Zhang Xiaosi of the Zhang family killed someone, he should be locked in a cell and ready to be beheaded! Zhao Ying muttered.

The breath in the cell was very cold, Xia Ji was uncomfortable for a while, walked out of the cell door, and looked back.

Seeing the word "prison" written on the door, there is also a carved head of a raccoon above the word, the appearance is very similar to a tiger, it is said that the fox is one of the sons of the dragon, like to fight lawsuits, so it has become the mascot of the prison.

"It's quite realistic."

Xia Ji looked at the carvings on the prison cell, and couldn't help but say in his heart.

Hey?

Why do you say the word "real", isn't it true here?

Xia Ji suddenly realized something.

That's right, everything in this county government is too realistic, and it completely copies everything from ancient times.

It is precisely because it is too realistic that the flaws are exposed.

In ancient times, it was impossible for the county government to have all the elements, like this "raccoon" carving, the poor county government was too lazy to carve if they had no money, and a thatched house was counted as a prison at will.

The tattered plaques and fine prison carvings of this yamen conform to ancient customs and regulations everywhere, but they are a bit excessive.

Xia Ji opened his legs and walked quickly around the yamen.

After looking inside the yamen, Xia Ji verified his judgment.

This yamen is not a real yamen, but a perfect replica.

Someone deliberately copied a perfect ancient yamen according to historical knowledge, but because of excessive force, flaws were exposed.

Since the yamen is fake, then the whole town is very likely to be fake, and even everyone in the town is fake, all actors.

Xia Ji thought of the beauties he saw when he first came to town, and he thought more and more that his judgment was right.

So the question is, why did they build a fake ancient town? Why ask thousands of extras to act? Why is everyone suddenly gone?

The most important thing is, what is going on with Zhao Ying?

Xia Ji was basically sure that Zhao Ying didn't know that the town was fake, and she didn't know that her parents were fake.

Why is everything fake, but Zhao Ying is the only one who hides it? It won't be Truman's world.

Xia Ji faintly felt that his reasoning was missing a key link, but it should be confirmed that this town was an illusion.

"Brother Xia, what did you find?" Zhao Ying came over, her big eyes revealing innocence and childishness.

If she was told that her parents were fake, would it ruin her life?

"Let's take a look outside." Xia Ji said, did not choose to tell Zhao Ying the truth immediately.

"Get out the back door, over there." Zhao Ying led the way.

The two came to the back door of the yamen, the back door was more luxurious than the front door, and there were two metal door knockers, which once again truly restored the historical details.

When he came to the street, Xia Ji was taken aback, and his eyes narrowed.

He saw a man!

There is even a big living person!

It was a stocky, middle-aged man, half shirtless, standing in front of a row of railings.

"It's the king blacksmith, and I've finally found someone!" Zhao Yingdao.

"Who is the king blacksmith?" Xia Ji said.

"The king blacksmith is the one who strikes iron, and everyone in the town will go to him to repair the iron when it is broken, I will ask him, he must know what happened?!"

Finally met a person who could answer the mystery, and Zhao Ying ran to the blacksmith Wang excitedly.

Xia Ji was afraid of danger and asked Zhao Ying to slow down.

But Zhao Ying didn't listen, and quickly ran to the front of the king blacksmith.

"Ahh

Zhao Ying suddenly screamed, she looked at Blacksmith Wang in horror, as if she was frightened.

What's the matter? What did Zhao Ying see?

Xia Ji quickened his pace and arrived in front of the king blacksmith.

Seeing what happened to Blacksmith Wang, Xia Ji was also taken aback, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

I saw that the upper half of the blacksmith Wang's body was caught by the railing, and the lower half of his body was suspended in the air, but his feet were repeatedly swinging.

It is the gait of a normal person walking, but the difference is that the king blacksmith has his feet dangling in the air.

"Uncle Wang? Uncle Wang? Are you awake? Zhao Ying kept calling from the side.

But the blacksmith seemed to have lost his soul, and turned a deaf ear, and his feet were still swinging.