The taxi that Zhuang Huai said was following the police car, but after turning a corner, it drove away.

I looked at Zhuang Huai suspiciously.

"I've seen it twice. If you walk from this side, you should be able to reach Crooked Neck Village. Zhuang Huai glanced at the navigation system in the car.

I didn't adjust the map on the navigation, but since Zhuang Huai said so, there must be some basis.

I didn't remember the license plate of Chen Zi'an's taxi, and I couldn't tell if the taxi just now was Chen Zi'an's.

Zhuang Huai didn't care much about this.

After a while, Zhuang Huai's mobile phone rang.

There are not a few cars in Huixiang, but there are not many taxis, and there are still a lot of cars, trucks and trucks. In the past two days, of course, the traffic order here is not good, not only the drivers are casual, but the road planning is not very thorough, at least not like Minqing City, where traffic lights, cameras, yellow lines and white lines are everywhere......

Zhuang Huai paid attention to the traffic rules, pulled over, and then answered the phone.

"Hey, uh-huh, oh...... What else did you find? Well...... Okay, I got it. We're going to Crooked Neck Village. Don't worry, it's nothing. You won't talk about it for the time being, but those field ......," Zhuang Huai paused for a moment, "Let them be careful." ”

Zhuang Huai hung up the phone and put the phone away.

While restarting the car, Zhuang Huai said: "It's Wang Xiaopeng's call." ”

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Zhuang Huai, and Lu Qiaolan, who was sitting in the back row, also looked at Zhuang Huai.

"The body has been sent back to the bureau, and the forensic doctor here in Huixiang did an autopsy, and the result was that the trauma led to death. The corpses they saw were not quite the same as what we saw. Zhuang Huai said, "The deceased's face was severely damaged, not only disfigured, but also severely deformed. ”

I froze, "What about the hair?" ”

"The hair is a wig that sticks to the wound. They are also investigating the source of the wig. Zhuang Huai replied.

"At that time, I saw that the hair was growing on it, and there was no face, and the wound was ......" I wanted to talk about what I had found, but I realized that it didn't really make sense to say that.

Several of us who witnessed that incident knew that it was a haunting, a ghost killing someone, but for those who did not experience it firsthand, it was a strange case. The weirdness is not haunted, it's that the cause of death is a mystery, and it is not known who the murderer is. And the testimony we can provide can also be regarded as a misjudgment after being frightened.

Listening to Zhuang Huai's tone, I can't be sure what Wang Xiaopeng thinks. He had to believe in science, and now he should suspect that he was too frightened and hallucinated.

Zhuang Huai trusts us very much, and it can be said that he believes in himself very much.

At least, the movements of Meng Yifan's body and the scene in the mirror were all seen by him with his own eyes, and this kind of thing would not happen under normal circumstances.

Zhuang Huai suddenly spoke: "Drive in front of us." ”

I listened to him and subconsciously looked ahead.

In front is a taxi.

I didn't remember Chen Zi'an's license plate, nor did I remember the license plate of the car just now, and I don't know if the car in front of me is the same at this time.

Zhuang Huai is a policeman, he may have been trained in this area, he remembers it very clearly, and he is sure now.

With a phone call away, the car came to the front of us. It's really the same place we're going to.

They didn't seem to notice us, and they drove very slowly.

Zhuang Huai drove the car to the other party's side.

As soon as I looked at the driver's seat, I was sure.

Chen Zi'an was sitting there.

Chen Zi'an was looking around, a little hesitant, but after noticing our police car next to him, he showed an embarrassed expression, and immediately greeted us cheekily.

Zhuang Huai didn't do anything and continued to drive.

His speed was normal. Chen Zi'an's speed was slow just now. Now Chen Zi'an's speed has also become normal, and he follows us in a dignified manner.

I'm a little speechless.

Chen Zi'an was afraid that he didn't see us before, so he had doubts, and he didn't know where we went, but now he put on a posture with a dead face.

"Let him follow?" I asked.

Zhuang Huai said: "I have no right to seal off the crooked neck village, nor do I have the right to arrest him. ”

It's a fact.

The two cars left the city of Huixiang one after the other, and the road changed from an asphalt road to a dirt road, and the two low buildings were gone, turning into farmland.

The map on the navigator is only a bare road, and there is no need for a beep.

It just kept on, and I felt a little hungry.

And so the morning passed. Now there is no village in front of you, no shop in the back, and no place to eat. There were no people on the road, and the farmland was gradually deserted.

It's really going further and further.

The navigator finally made a prompt, and the destination is 500 meters ahead, that is, the crooked neck village.

But I looked around and saw nothing.

I don't know where this navigation is set in the village of Crooked Neck.

Five hundred meters later, I saw a boundary marker on the side of the road.

It's not that I'm sharp-eyed, but Zhuang Huai parked here. I saw the boundary marker surrounded by weeds.

The words on it are a little crooked, but they can be recognized, and they are indeed the words "crooked neck village", which makes people cry and laugh.

Zhuang Huai got out of the car, pushed away the weeds, and carefully looked at the boundary monument.

Chen Zi'an, who was behind, poked his head out of the car and asked loudly, "Hey, comrade policeman, I'm dying of hunger." Let's go into the village and find a place to eat. What's so nice about that broken stone? ”

I also wondered what Zhuang Huai was looking at.

As Chen Zi'an said, that boundary monument is like a broken stone.

I don't know if there are boundary monuments in Minqing, but the boundary monuments I have seen are either boundary monuments such as the Chinese boundary line in photos, boundary monuments on national highways, which were taken by tourists and reporters, or only the boundary monument in Hongtou Village.

When I think about it, I don't feel very comfortable. In one sentence, it is "not very lucky".

I looked at the boundary monument in Crooked Neck Village, and there was nothing left except for the ugly words. I didn't feel yin or anything like that.

Zhuang Huai not only looked at the boundary monument carefully, but also reached out to push it, and when he returned to the car, his brows were tightly furrowed.

"What's wrong with that monument?" I asked.

"That's not a formal boundary monument, it's not a boundary monument made by the state." Zhuang Huai replied.

"Maybe it was before the founding of the country?" I said a possibility.

I don't know the history of the boundary monument, but I just reasoned and analyzed it logically.

Zhuang Huai shook his head, "No matter who erected it, it shouldn't use such irregular stones and irregular words." ”

When I thought about it, I found that Zhuang Huai made a lot of sense.

"Moreover, the place to which the navigation refers is the area where the boundary pillar is located. There are no other markers around here except for boundary monuments. Zhuang Huai said again.

I was about to say something, but I changed my words again: "Wait, stop!" ”

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