Almost overnight, the little-known village of Giethoorn Township, Tangshan County, became famous all over the country.

It doesn't matter who got the first news on the Internet. For leaders, since they failed to block Yoyo's mouth at the first time, the next thing to do is crisis public relations.

Relevant leaders at the provincial, municipal, and county levels rushed to the scene of the incident, made promises and gestures in the shortest possible time, and stabilized public opinion.

Wang Ziheng sighed: A vulnerable group that can be seen everywhere needs to be paid by the society, and it has to pay such a tragic price!

There seems to be more and more media from all walks of life hearing the news, government officials at all levels are trying their best to play the role of good parents, everyone's bloated and fat faces are full of pain and shame, and the words are earnest, and the pictures are touching.

Wang Ziheng didn't find Zhang Shengli in the crowd, and he didn't know where this kid went.

At this time, it was already lunch time, and the village had already arranged a meal to entertain all kinds of media. Wang Ziheng thought, anyway, there are few people who know me, and everyone's focus is not on me, so let's just go and have a meal.

He followed the crowd into the large hall of the village committee and found a random seat to sit down.

There were about 10 tables of banquets in the venue, and it was very crowded. The leaders of the county became the host at this time, warmly beckoning everyone to sit down, and saying polite words of "Greeting is not thoughtful, everyone Haihan".

In order to show a civilized image, the farmer's trade station in the township efficiently deployed pigs, sheep and other livestock, slaughtered them on the spot, and repeatedly emphasized that there was no requisition of a meter or salt from the masses.

During the banquet, Chen Yumen, the village director, introduced to everyone that there is a dish on the table that is the housekeeping skill of chef Xie Daxi, called jujube paste steamed pork, and everyone is welcome to taste it.

Wang Ziheng tried this unique flavor of tamales, and the taste was really good.

The meat of this tamales is very unusual, some crispy, and a unique sourness mixed with the sweetness of jujube paste, which has an endless aftertaste in the mouth. Wang Ziheng couldn't help but eat a few more pieces, and heard that the people around him were also full of praise for this steamed pork.

After eating, Wang Ziheng decided to go back to Xie Daxi's house first, where he would wait for Zhang Shengli.

He didn't like this heavy excitement and was very oppressive.

On the way uphill, I saw the prayer flags of the Huang family fluttering from a distance, and the funeral department of the county civil affairs bureau organized special personnel to preside over the funeral of the four children, and the path in front of the Huang family had long been impassable.

Zhang Shengli never came back.

Wang Ziheng was a little puzzled: the village is so big, why can't there be no one at noon? This kid, since he came here from the horns, has always been uneasy.

He lay on the bed very bored, thinking that Zhang Shengli and Tian Fusheng were gone, and it seemed that he would have to stay here for a night tonight.

Somehow, I woke up at noon, and my head was still a little groggy, probably because I stayed up all night the night before.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep again, and when he woke up, it was late at night.

The lights in the room were on, but Zhang Shengli was still nowhere to be seen.

On the wooden box at the head of the bed, there is a bowl of steamed pork with jujube paste that is still steaming, a bowl of rice, and a pair of chopsticks. It seems that Xie Daxi knew that Wang Ziheng had missed dinner, so he deliberately left it for him.

Wang Ziheng smiled movingly and began to feast.

The meal bottomed out in an instant, Wang Ziheng burped, and he was still a little unsatisfied.

He stretched, intending to go out for a walk.

As I stepped out of the door, I heard the sound of chewing, mixed with the sound of rapid gasping and wheezing. Wang Ziheng knew that this was a dog gnawing on something.

The voice seemed to come from the kitchen of Xie Daxi's house.

Driven by curiosity, Wang Ziheng wanted to go in and take a look.

Pushing open the door, the pungent smell of blood greeted me.

Wang Ziheng turned on the electric light of his mobile phone, and the scene in front of him made him unforgettable for the rest of his life: three vicious dogs were gnawing on a corpse, and the flesh of the corpse had been disposed of, leaving only white bones; Unable to find meat, the vicious dogs frantically gnawed at the bones of the skull.

Wang Ziheng was terrified, and his stomach was turning over the river and the sea.

The flesh and blood of the bones were blurry, and it was no longer possible to see the appearance. But out of the corner of Wang Ziheng's eyes, he glimpsed the clothes and shoes and socks of the deceased next to the chopping board: that is Zhang Shengli's outfit!

Wang Ziheng's mouth let out a strange cry that he couldn't hear clearly, and quickly withdrew from the kitchen. His feet were tripped by the threshold, and the whole person lay down in the courtyard.

Wang Ziheng tilted his head and saw a smiling face looking at him.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Master! ”