Takagi was silent and silent; Qianmo traffic, ups and downs; The green mountains are stacked, and the vastness is like smoke; I will be in my dreams, and I will be old. The road is paved with stitches in the mountains, like a brocade ribbon wrapped around the mountains, and it is just right to decorate this intoxicating green. There was not a single moving thing on this mountain road, as if there had been no passing car for a long time.

In the middle of the night, a few woods away, there was a faint sound of cars, and two police cars, from far and near, drove over. The sirens were so piercing that they were very discordant in this mountainous range.

It has been more than three or five days since I stoned my grandson to death with that square stone.

During this time, I thought very thoroughly, and although my fear had not yet calmed down, I was determined in my heart to find out the cause and effect, to find out the cause, to atone for the sinful and for the evil to be avenged. After so many twists and turns, I seem to have matured a lot at a young age, of course, but I think so.

I followed Gro's ass for two days, trying to find any clues from him, but I couldn't find anything. Except for the occasional outing to hang around the forest farm a few times, this guy basically stays at home with his little daughter-in-law, as if deliberately avoiding something. A child trailed and did not attract his attention.

Today is different, Gro has been wandering on the highway early, until now, a full hour has passed. He paced awkwardly, tidying up his trousers from time to time. Hearing the siren, he immediately looked into the distance, and saw the two police cars growing from small to large, as if he was looking forward to a savior, he rarely straightened his waist and straightened his back. Although this action basically did not have any effect on his bowed back, he still showed a very satisfied expression on his face, as if he had stood as tall as a soldier.

I hated this face to the core, and I couldn't get rid of the resentment in my heart with a thousand cuts, and seeing that he was still living so proudly, I was really stuffed, and I wanted to go up and play with him when I took two steps forward. But I still stood still, I looked at my small body and bones, and I was not cleaned up by this king and eight calves, and now this hard-won stability cannot be easily lost. The most important thing is my mother, if I have three long and two short, how heartache she will have, whether she can live well is a question, I thought about it, I can't act rashly against this calf.

The car braked sharply, rubbing a puff of floating soil on the ground, choking Gro Guo coughed a few times in succession, but he quickly squeezed out a smile and hurriedly stepped forward and opened the car door. A total of six people walked down from the front and rear two cars, all of them were men, headed by them, ah no, it should be said that the leader was not right, so it was a little inappropriate to say that the people's police were a little inappropriate, it should be called, leader, yes, the leader was a lean man, as if a gust of wind could bring him up, this person's face was full of stubble, it should have not been trimmed for a long time, and his face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, maybe there were too many cases and there was not enough rest.

Gro reflexively leaned up, his waist was so low, his head was almost level with the crotch of the thin policeman, I couldn't find where Gro's knabu had fallen. The thin leader didn't take a few glances at the pot, and hurriedly walked to the club on the west side of the forest farm, and the five policemen behind him carried suitcases and pockets, as if they had brought a lot of things, and hurriedly followed.

The club of the Eternal Grove was a different kind of size, probably the largest house I had ever seen at that age, and if I said a word in it, the echo would have to wander for three or five before it faded away. I forgot what year it was, the Journey to the West TV series was a hit, and the people of the whole country set off a Journey to the West craze, in today's words, it should be called chasing dramas. But how could there be a few that could afford televisions, especially in a remote place like the Eternal Grove. The people in the venue walked out of the house and gathered in the big house of the club, surrounding the 14-inch panda brand black and white TV, which was so lively inside and out, every day seemed like the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Such simple satisfaction is not felt by people living in a world of extreme material abundance today.

The police car came to the field and so many policemen walked out, which is a big deal, for the people of the Eternal Forest Farm, how can there be no reason not to watch, especially the children, who followed in a swarm, and I also mixed in with this group of children, wanting to rush to the club. But Gro turned back suddenly, stretched out his arms, like a chicken, and blocked us out, and then turned back and slammed the door shut, and plugged it in. This group of people watched the excitement, so they had to lie down on the window and look at the situation in the house.

I saw the big caps open the boxes and pockets, and there was a lot of commotion inside, and one strange machine after another, which I had never seen before, was quickly assembled on the table, and they were very skillful in their hands, and they knew very well where there were jacks and wires. Look at this, I must have been here many times.

I remember, "last time" my grandson disappeared, there were also a few policemen in the town, and I was taken to the club, and I explained what happened, but "last time" I didn't see such machinery and equipment, I was just asked a few simple questions, and I was hurried away, and this time things developed as if they had changed.

I looked at the pile of machines in the room, a total of three silver-gray boxes, covered with countless pushpin-like things, but larger than the thumbtacks, with several wires connected between the boxes, very complicated.

One of the fat policemen, with a pair of big headphones in his ears, twisted the knob of the machine in front of him a few times from time to time, frowning and listening carefully, as if searching for some ulterior secret.

The children studied the machines in the house, some saying that they were missile launchers, some were time machines, and some were vanity boxes. In the crowd, I suddenly saw a familiar figure, taking advantage of the chaos to grab other people's skin beans to eat, I don't say who it is, you should have guessed it, yes, it's Guoliang.

Guoliang bullied a child younger than him, and forcibly broke other people's hands, and all the beans that were tightly held in his hands were scattered on the ground, and the child cried out with a "wow". But Guoliang didn't care about this, squatted on the ground and picked up the beans one by one, blowing a few times from time to time to wipe off the dust on the beans, very happy.

The beans were very fragrant, and they were sold in the only small store in the field, two for a penny, which was the best snack I had when I was a child. Although it can be bought now, it is all packaged in bags, and the smell of black earth that used to be can no longer be found.

"There it is!" The fat policeman suddenly shouted, and several big caps in the room immediately surrounded him, and the atmosphere became tense, only to see the fat policeman take off the headset, twist the knob on the machine, and a strange sound came out.

"Squeak - Squeak - Squeak -

This rhythmic sound was repeated five or six times before disappearing.