I nodded, "I see." ”

At this time, Ma Guo asked, "I just don't understand." This child is not an orphan, why didn't his parents take care of this matter? Also, what age is it now, how can you still allow the villagers to abuse lynching and arrest that child? What do the police do to eat! ”

Zhang Yang smiled coldly: "I'll teach you a lesson now." Parental affection is indeed one of the deepest and most sincere emotions in the world. But in this world, there are not only ordinary parents, but also affectionate parents.

Especially parents who are in distress, the existence of their children, has a serious impact on their lives, they can even 'forget' their children as if he is dead, you understand now? As a cultivator, you have to always be able to think of the dark and ugly side of people, there is no lower limit, understand?

The second question is that since ancient times, the imperial power has not been lower than the county, not to mention the small mountain village we are talking about, which is a poor and remote area, and it takes several hours for the police to run a trip.

Even if the person in charge of the police went to solve this matter, as long as all the villagers said a word and denied arresting the child, the police would have nothing to do.

The only thing that is useful now is that the child's grandmother has begged the teacher and promised to help persuade the villagers to be kind to the child for the time being and give us a little time. ”

"In other words, it's time for us to play." Ma Mengyun suddenly showed a smile: "It's a little interesting, I'm willing to try." ”

After nearly a day of traveling, we finally arrived at this mountain village in the evening. Zhang Yang is right, the remoteness of this mountain village is beyond our imagination.

The car we drove did not end up in the village, but stopped on a hillside nearly a mile from the village. Because there is only one road into the village, and it is very narrow, we can only walk into the village.

After arriving in the village, we were received by a very high standard, and the village chief led almost all the villagers to stand in the open space in the middle of the village to welcome us.

This is not difficult to understand, they have been immersed in the fear of being persecuted by demons before, and now that we, the 'masters' from the famous 'Dao Law Academy', have arrived, they are naturally overjoyed.

The village committee had already prepared a sumptuous feast for us, and after a day of traveling, we were really hungry. Everyone was not polite, and they devoured all the dishes on this table and ate them cleanly.

After eating and drinking, the village chief came over and said, "A few of them are Teacher Zhang, Teacher Ma, Teacher Tian, this Miss Ma, and this Teacher Zhang." ”

"You know it clearly, the host of Songfeng Guan has told you enough details." Zhang Yang said: "That's it, where is that child, you take us to see it first." ”

The village chief nodded hurriedly, and at this time, the child's grandmother also followed us, trembling and walking, and Ma Mengyun hurriedly followed, helping to support her.

The villagers did not break their promise, and in general, the child is now doing decently. It's a cold day now, and the charcoal fire in the room is burning very strongly, and I don't feel too cold when I come in. The clothes on the child's body are relatively clean, and the complexion is ruddy, and there seems to be no problem.

"If you want to thank you, thank you Teacher Tan, it is Teacher Tan who takes care of him every day." The village chief said.

The old lady's tears fell all at once, and she stuffed the food in the basket into the child's hand one by one, but unfortunately, this autistic child was always silent and stunned.

Zhang Yang frowned: "At least for now, in my opinion, he is still clean." But this kind of thing is not just a matter of watching. Well, give the old lady a little time and let her have a good reunion with her grandson.

A few of us will go to the village committee now, the village chief, you call a few insiders and witnesses, and we will have a meeting overnight to let us know the details of the matter. ”

The village chief said yes repeatedly, and then took a few of us back to the activity room of the village committee outside.

Seeing that at about nine o'clock in the evening, some relevant people in the village had already arrived here, and everyone sat around Zhang Yang, and heard Zhang Yang clear his throat and say, "Everyone, we have to explain some things now.

Regarding the demon boy you talked about, I want to know what the scene is like every time there is a murder case. ”

These people immediately began to talk nonsense, and Ma Guo and I were responsible for maintaining order, and let them speak one by one, so that everyone would not open their mouths together and hear nothing clearly.

By the time they had said that, we had basically figured out what was going on.

Just after the accident of the boy in the skirt, there were four more similar incidents. Once it was a sturdy young man in the village, who originally worked in the city, and returned home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family was busy preparing for the festival.

But just one day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the young man went to the town to buy something, but he didn't come back late. Later, the next day, when someone went down to the field, they found that the young man had died in the rice fields outside the village.

It is even stranger to say that this young man died. He was 'inserted' into the rice field like an onion, from the chest down, all in the mud below the water surface of the rice field, and the lower half of his body was exposed, and his legs were straight and straight, but the two shoes did not know where they went.

In addition, there were two blood holes in the center of his feet, which were very large, about the size of a wine cup, but not a drop of blood came out, and it looked like someone had cleaned them.

This incident caused panic in the village, and it was reported that he had seen a child pose like this. At that time, the 'demon boy' used mud and water basins to simulate rice fields, and then inserted a small straw man into it, and finally kept picking at the soles of the straw man's feet.

This strange detail directly shocked everyone, and they all suspected that this little kid did it!

Zhang Yang frowned and slowly recorded these details in the notebook. I followed along, recording it in my little notebook, and my mind was spinning, trying to remember some of the things in class.

Does this method of death also correspond to some evil magic techniques and rituals?

I thought about it for a long time, but in the end I was at a loss, and after a long sigh, I had to give up, and I heard the villagers start to tell another strange story.