The quiet mountain villa was originally quiet and tranquil without waves, even if there were occasional things to talk about, it was nothing more than some such as whose daughter-in-law quarreled with her mother-in-law, whose man frowned with the widow in the village, or whose pig stepped on whose ground, whose house blocked the lighting of whose house, etc., anyway, the family is short, and the chickens and eggs are all the pastimes of the villagers after tea and dinner.

It's just that in the past few days, there seems to be a different atmosphere in the village.

Everyone's after-dinner conversation is not the kind of casual loud voice, but a little mysterious and obscure.

Because, not long ago, there was a car accident here.

In this ordinary and ordinary col, there was a car accident out of thin air, and five people died directly, which made the croppers who had basically never experienced a petty theft in their lives not calm.

In addition, the repeated appearance of the police made these villagers feel that this matter was extraordinary.

After dinner, when they were bored, the villagers began to use their imagination to interpret the car accident into a murder case that shook the world and wept ghosts.

The versions are different, and the identity of the protagonist of the story is also different, but the general synopsis of the story is the same.

What's even more peculiar is that the story spreads more and more, and in the end, it all comes down to a version.

That is to say, the car that caused the accident was not actually a real car accident, but someone deliberately killed someone.

I don't know if someone deliberately guided it, and I don't know if the villagers turned the car accident into a shocking case because their lives were too boring on weekdays.

Anyway, that's the situation in the village now.

Villagers in groups of threes and fives, either in front of their homes, in the rice fields, or in front of the grocery store, are mysteriously telling these stories.

It's dusk again, the sunset is full, and this quiet little mountain village is shrouded in a layer of pink light.

The road leading to the entrance of the village is a muddy road, because it rained a few days ago, so the road is full of potholes, which shows the "mountain village" flavor of this small mountain village.

In a small open space by the intersection, there is now a circle of people.

There were young and old, men and women, some of them picked up a stone and sat down, and some of them sat on the ground regardless of the ground.

In the middle of them was a young man who looked to be in his early thirties. The young man was lean, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyebrows were full of decadence.

But at this moment, his eyes flashed with a moving light, and his lips, opening and closing, spitting stars, flew out of the corners of his mouth from time to time, adding a little moisture to the air.

(Evil --- have to say, I am disgusted by this description, hey-----)

There is no accident, this young man relishes the story of the car accident.

The reason why so many people came to listen was because the young man told someone on the side of the road after dinner that he had another version of the car accident.

Moreover, this version has never been heard of, and it is absolutely incredible.

Rural people, at night, there is generally nothing to do, about the car accident, everyone has been talking about the same, and they are tired of listening, so when they heard that this young man had a fresh idea, they immediately gathered around in twos and threes to listen to it.

And tonight, in addition to the people from the mountain village, there were a few strangers who entered the village at dusk.

Needless to say, smart as you are, you must have guessed that those strangers are naturally our protagonist Xiang Ling and her friends.

When Xiang Ling and the others entered the village, they happened to find such a group of storytellers and storytellers on the side of the road.

I was going to go up directly to ask for directions, but overheard, I heard them seem to be talking about the car accident.

So the few people didn't say anything, but naturally crouched behind the group and listened to the lean man tell the "truth" behind the car accident. ”

"You've all seen two of the bodies, they're both wearing police uniforms, think about it, the police in this city have nothing to do, what are they doing in our backwoods in police cars!"

As he said this, the man's eyes narrowed suddenly, as if he was thinking about something important.

When the onlookers saw the man's mysterious appearance, they held their breath and waited quietly.

After listening to it for so long, the most crucial part is coming.

Everyone's eyes flashed with strong expectations.

"Actually, they're here to deliver ----"

While everyone was anxiously waiting for the man's words, the lean man suddenly stopped talking again.

"What a send! Hurry up! Someone in the crowd finally couldn't hold back.

The lean man's gaze slowly scanned the crowd, and finally landed on Xiang Ling, who was in the outermost circle of the crowd.

Xiang Ling was surrounded by Du Kang, Yang Mo, Liu Jing and Master Zhou, and of course, Xue Xue was also indispensable.

The man's gaze paused, as if he was a little hesitant about Xiang Ling's appearance, but soon, he still felt that he should finish his story first.

So, ignoring the strangers, the man regained his previous expression and turned his gaze back to the center of the crowd.

"---- they're here to deliver sacrifices!"

Silence, or silence.

In the mountain village, there seems to be no sound of chickens, ducks, geese and dogs.

"Sacrifice! What are you kidding! "After a long, long silence, someone in the crowd finally stood up.

"Little ghost Zhang, you open your own paper shop, don't just use these things to scare people all the time!" A middle-aged woman also stood up and shouted loudly.

"You still don't believe it, they really came to deliver sacrifices, I saw with my own eyes that people sent sacrifices to the mountains in the middle of the night, and when I went to see them at dawn, they were gone." The man known as "Little Ghost Zhang" tried his best to confirm that what he said was true.

"I see, you're doing too much ghost business, see the hell in the middle of the night! Hahaha" The middle-aged woman completely ignored the explanation of "Little Ghost Zhang", and instead laughed loudly.

Her smile made the people around her laugh too.

"Little Ghost Zhang" stood in the center of the crowd in a daze, watching people get up and shake their heads and leave one by one, and in the end, only Xiang Ling and the five of them remained.

"Who are you?" "Little Ghost Zhang" saw that Xiang Ling and they hadn't left all along, thought about it, and took the initiative to come forward.

"We are the families of the victims of the car accident, and we are here to pay our respects." Xiang Ling disguised his identity according to the appointment made when he came.

And their arrival this time was planned.

After coming out of Du Kang's ward last time, Yang Mo dragged Xiang Ling to a coffee shop alone.

Xiang Ling was still a little troubled by the fact that Yang Mo was actually sent by Du Hua to spy on him, so he was also a little ignorant of Yang Mo's attitude.

Yang Mo knew what Xiang Ling was thinking, she didn't force Xiang Ling to be much enthusiastic about herself, but raised her hand to greet the waiter to order without hurry.

As soon as his hand was raised, he accidentally knocked over the water cup on the table, and the splash of water soaked Xiang Ling's mobile phone on the other side in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Ling quickly grabbed the mobile phone and subconsciously looked at his clothes and rubbed it, but it was too late.

"Yang Mo, you did it on purpose!"

"Quick, turn off your phone. Later, the circuit board will not be repaired if it gets into the water. Yang Mo was noncommittal, but just snatched the mobile phone from Xiang Ling's hand.

The project watched in amazement as Yang Mo turned off his mobile phone in the blink of an eye, put it into his arms again, and then sat down and continued to place an order with the waiter unhurriedly.

Xiang Ling, who was about to get angry, suddenly a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, she no longer spoke, but sat down quietly opposite Yang Mo.

The waiter quickly brought coffee to the two of them, and Yang Mo grabbed the coffee spoon and spoke slowly.

She said that after Chen Yi had a car accident, she once went to Du Hua to ask the truth of the matter, but Du Hua was in the same tone as the Public Security Bureau, saying that Chen Yi's former acquaintances came to rescue him.

But who it is, they can't say.

What's even stranger is that two police officers died in the car accident, but the families of the two police officers were surprisingly calm when they came to identify the bodies.

Normally, if a family member has a car accident, or a car accident in a place that they won't go to at all, anyone will suspect that there is something wrong. However, their families did not inquire about the cause of the incident at all, and only quietly retrieved the bodies and relics.

When Yang Mo said this, her brows furrowed, and her hands were constantly stirring the coffee in the cup, but she never took a sip.

Xiang Ling quietly watched Yang Mo's movements, knowing that she must have doubts in her heart.

How could it not be the case with you?

When Du Hua told herself just now, her heart was full of doubts.

Why hasn't anyone refuted the Public Security Bureau's flawed claim about the crash?

Even if Chen Yi has no family and friends to stand up for him because his identity is unknown, but what about the other people who died in the car? What about the families of those police officers? Don't you feel like something is wrong?

Now, Yang Mo's statement makes Xiang Ling more certain.

This matter is not simple, this is not an ordinary car accident, this is a conspiracy, a big conspiracy.

"Why did you know that Du Kang's hospital room was being watched?" Xiang Ling saw that Yang Mo had stopped talking, and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Mo's hand stirring the coffee slowed down and raised his head slightly.

"It's not just someone in Du Kang's ward who is listening, but also Liu Jing and you, we are all being monitored."

"What did you say!" Xiang Ling was shocked, her gaze subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone in Yang Mo's arms.

Yang Mo smiled knowingly, knowing that Xiang Ling had understood his intention to knock over the cup by mistake just now.

"I probably already know who the person behind the plot is, but I don't know his intentions." Yang Mo continued, "The most important thing for us now is to find Chen Yi and unravel the truth. ”