With the meat, Jiang Zhimian went to the stove room.

I took out the basket I had brought on my back today from the corner, and I was going to give the meat and chicken.

Only then did I find that only half of the chicken I picked up was left.

If there is less than half a chicken in the good end, then the suspicion can only be placed on the meat and Zhu Bai's.

Flesh is obviously impossible, after all, it has been following at its feet, and there is no chance to commit a crime.

Zhu Bai's shouldn't either, she followed Jiang Zhimian to the village, and then went up the mountain to dig herbs.

Even if Zhu Bai's family ran back to the village first just now, he didn't have a chance to climb over the wall to steal things, and then climb over the wall to come out.

The wall of the bandit village is several meters!

In other words, there are others in the stockade?!

Jiang Zhimian couldn't help but get nervous, reached out and grabbed the burning stick next to him, and began to check in the village.

But after going around, I didn't see a figure.

I had no choice but to give up.

After returning to the leisurely house, she talked to the old lady about it.

The old lady actually looked terrified, "It must be that wild man, oh my God, Mianmian, that village is not safe, let's not go, let's change the old house into a small workshop for you." ”

"Milk, why do you believe in savages?" Jiang Zhimian was even more helpless.

"How can you not believe it, I heard Bai Youle say last time, there are wild people on the mountain, I didn't believe it at first, but you have less things this time, and what is missing is meat, isn't this a wild man?"

Others can't enter the stockade, and even if the beast does, it will eat it all, how can it eat half and keep half.

Only the savages, although they are a little wild, but they also have brains and know how to keep a little.

The more Mrs. Jiang thought about it, the more scared she became.

She said that she would not let Jiang Zhimian go to the stockade anymore.

But how could Jiang Zhimian be such a timid person?

immediately called Chi Mohan, laid a lot of traps around the stockade, and put a lot of them in the stove, and finally put a large piece of pork on it, waiting for the thief to appear.

After waiting for the night to go again, the pork was gone, and the trap in the stove was destroyed.

"It's not like a wild man." Chi Mohan inspected the traps on the ground, and his brows couldn't help but deepen.

If the savages have such wisdom and brains, where will it be the turn of these bandits to dominate the stockade?

"That's people?" Jiang Zhimian was even more curious.

Who has nothing to hide in the mountains, if there are wild beasts, there is a high probability that they will starve to death because they can't find food.

Isn't this an idle egg pain?

"It's not clear for the time being, let's go to the trap outside the stockade and take a look." Chi Mo said coldly.

They circled around the stockade again and finally found a piece of blood-stained cloth in a trap.

"I guess I was carrying too much weight when I left, so I accidentally fell into the trap." Chi Mo said coldly.

He rolled over and jumped down, pulling the piece of cloth out of the trap.

He wrapped it with a handkerchief again, and then handed it to Jiang Zhimian.

Jiang Zhimianzi looked at it carefully, and finally found the small characters embroidered on the cloth under the infiltration of blood.

A book word.

Instinctively, I thought of He Zhishu.

It's not that she is always worried about He Zhishu, but that Mrs. He has said countless times in the village that the clothes she made for He Zhishu are all embroidered with names, and when He Zhishu is admitted to the champion in the future, these clothes are contaminated with the joy of the champion, they are all good things, and she needs to keep them well.

She said too many times, so Jiang Zhimian remembered it.

But seeing this piece of cloth now, it can't really be the meat stolen by He Zhishu, right?

With his small body, can he still fly the eaves and walk the wall?

Jiang Zhimian couldn't help but recall the memories of the original owner.

It was the time when the original owner splashed and rolled and jumped into the pond, He Zhishu stood on the stone mill and said to the original owner that he would not please her in this life.

The words are very heroic, but when I climbed the stone mill, it took a lot of effort and it was very unsightly.

People who struggle to even grind on the stone, let alone climb the wall of the stockade a few meters high.

"Why don't you ask." Jiang Zhimian proposed.

Even if it's not He Zhishu, you should ask how this dress flowed out and who it went to.

But when the cloth piece was delivered to He Zhishu, he blushed, "You...... How could you have this, I didn't expect that the person that day would actually be you! ”

actually peeked at him taking a bath, tore up the poems he wrote, and finally took away his clothes.

What the hell is this trying to do?

He Zhishu's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and then he thought of something, with joy, "You mean, you have a change of heart?" ”

Let's get back to the ghost.

Jiang Zhimian didn't even know what he was talking about.

"I rented a village on the bandit mountain, but someone stole the things in it, so I set a trap, and the thief strayed into the trap when he stole something, and this piece of cloth was picked up inside."

"You suspect I'm a thief?" He Zhishu was even more anxious, "I am a decent gentleman, how can a gentleman do such a thing?" ”

"I didn't say it was you, I just wanted to ask you, is this dress yours, did you lose it or gave it away." Jiang Zhimian shrugged and asked.

He Zhishu still blushed, "Lose ...... Lost. ”

"How did you lose it, when did you lose it, and where did you lose it?" Jiang Zhimian's soul asked three times.

As long as these three questions are asked clearly, then the scope of suspects can be greatly narrowed.

But He Zhishu refused to say.

If he told Jiang Zhimian that his clothes were stolen while taking a bath, wouldn't that indirectly say that he was going home wearing underwear and pants?

Of course, I can't say such an unspeakable thing.

Chi Mohan saw that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, so he broke Jiang Zhimian away and said that he would ask alone.

As soon as Jiang Zhimian left, he picked up a stone from the ground, put it in the palm of his hand and played with it for a while, and said, "What do you say, if you swallow and spit out, the end will be the same as this stone." ”

When the words fell, he let go of his hand, and the stone in his palm had been shattered into slag.

was blown by the wind, and He Zhishu's eyes were raised, which made him cry.

"You...... You reckless man, I said it can't be done! He Zhishu was scared and anxious.

It turned out as he thought.

After Jiang Zhimian understood the whole situation, he first said that he trusted him very much.

Then I asked him if he was going home wearing his underwear and pants.

"I'm also forced to be helpless, I can't keep soaking." He Zhishu's voice was as small as a mosquito buzzing.

Losing such a big face in front of Jiang Zhimian, how will he face her in the future?

It seems that you have to hurry up to gain fame in order to barely save a little face!

Jiang Zhimian didn't know what he was thinking.

After laughing, his expression began to become serious again.

The clothes were stolen from the back mountain of Jiangjia Village, but the meat was stolen from the village of the bandit mountain.

There are dozens of kilometers between the two mountains.

I finally found a little clue, but it was broken.

Next, can you only wait for him to take the initiative to show up?

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