After about an hour, Lao Yang came out of it with a yawn, and he knew that there was a door to this matter by looking at his expression.

"What's it called?" Buckle a notebook on me, Lao Yang said with a smile.

"There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them." I don't want to, I said.

The coffee in the police station is more bitter than the one at home, I threw it aside after taking a sip, took out the book and looked at it, it was the transcript of the police station, the words on it, written very chicly, judging from the pen, it should be written by a woman, to say that this thing is also a confidential article, generally outsiders don't show it, Lao Yang can take it out at least It means that he still has a little strength in this acre and three points.

The above content is generally presented in the form of dialogue, because the process is cumbersome, and the number of pages is also a lot, Lao Yang sat next to me with a cup in both hands, raised his head and looked at the coffee in the cup and whispered to me:

Zhang San, formerly known as Zhang Zhen, has a college degree in Chinese language and literature, and has been interested in antiques, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. But according to him, for various reasons, he has not made any money over the years. What really got him into this business was about five months ago, when he said that a gang of tomb robbers found a wet corpse in an ancient tomb that was not completely decomposed, but the burial goods were gone, and even the funeral clothes on the corpse were stripped away. Aside from a few worthless rags, only the corpse was still intact. Those people were very unhappy, and once at dinner they asked him if the corpse could be sold for money, which was just a joke at the time, but they didn't think that it didn't take long for this kid to hear that there was a big customer who was collecting ancient corpses, as long as they were well preserved, they could pay any price. So, the kid found the man and got out the body that was thrown in the tomb and no one cared for it, and the two sides negotiated the price and made a net profit of 200,000 yuan. ”

"Two hundred thousand?" When I heard this, I was quite surprised, if you read a novel, 200,000 is not a big amount, but in life, if converted into gold, it is not a small amount. What's going on these days, everything is really a treasure! Thinking of this, I turned my head and asked him, "Do you know who this seller is?" ”

"It's a foreigner, you flip back, it says, but this kid's level is too low, he can only be counted as one' Erdao dealer (middleman)', he can't tell what the boss behind the scenes looks like, but there is one thing I think you should be interested in, I heard from colleagues that Mao Xianfang has a lot of connections with a foreign group, in the past, Mao Xianfang's company was involved in a sensational smuggling case, and he was also prosecuted as one of the defendants, but at the scene of the trial, many witnesses retracted their confessions on the spot, and in the end they didn't do anything to him, you should have heard of this, just a few years ago. ”

Lao Yang said, sighed, and then leaned back in the chair and said to me a little helplessly: "It's a pity to let Mao Xianfang run away, otherwise, if you catch him back, everything will be solved, I always feel that there may be a bigger group behind this guy who is being controlled, what do you say?" ”

"Yes." Nodding, I quite agree with Lao Yang's opinion, because, when I met Ding Ling, I saw a lot of foreigners' corpses in that cave, and these people were undoubtedly the people sent by Mao Xianfang.

I asked Ding Ling about similar things before, but Ding Ling couldn't tell where these people came from, only that they participated in that operation in the form of "executive consultants", and in the end, they didn't find anything but died in the cave.

Maybe this is retribution, they were destined to have such a tragic end before they set off.

Even so, I still can't figure out what those people want so many zombies to do, when I went to the big yard on the top of the mountain to clean up those zombies, I found that those zombies have not been raised for a long time, and those outside have not been successfully refined, and they are estimated to be only a few months old.

And the yard is different, those raised with chicken blood are obviously successfully refined, but so many are placed there, I don't know if they haven't had time to transport them away, or if Mao Xianfang has an agreement with those foreigners to get together how many numbers they want to transport out together.

Could it be that it is really used to refine pills for immortality? Thinking about Mao Xianfang's desire to catch a beaver at any cost, he also felt that the old boy could do this kind of thing.

However, Old Man Chen really didn't tell me about the fact that zombies can be used to refine pills, thinking of this, I decided to go to Old Man Chen to ask.

Returning Lao Yang's notebook, the next morning I took Ding Ling's car to Mr. Chen's house, as soon as I arrived at the place, I saw a large group of people gathered at the door of Mr. Chen, and the Uncle Chu we helped was also there, they pointed and pointed, as if they had encountered something interesting.

"Eh, isn't this Jin Jiuye's apprentice?! Xiao Lu, why are you here! ”

As soon as he recognized me, Uncle Chu shook my hand with a happy face, and he knew that Uncle Chu was doing well when he saw that the old man was good. After a few pleasantries, he invited me home as a guest, and I waved my hand and excused myself.

At this time, I asked him if Old Man Chen was there, but I heard the old man sigh and say to me: "Oh, go and take a look, Old Man Chen is in trouble." ”

"What!?" As soon as I heard this, I was shocked, and I ran in separately from the crowd and saw a big man holding a kitchen knife waving in tears, he was holding a little girl in one arm, and was pointing at the old man Chen with a kitchen knife and roared: "Old Chen, an old friend for so many years, do you want to see death and not save it!?" Believe it or not, believe it or not, if you don't make a move, I'll let your granddaughter die with my daughter right now!!! ”

"I didn't say no, I just asked you to wait, your daughter won't die, what are you doing in such a hurry" Old Man Chen said, sighing very speechlessly.

"Wait, wait, wait for your mother! If you don't make a move, my daughter will die! The big man said, his red eyes and hoarseness, at this time, the anxious old man Chen suddenly turned his ear to my direction, and after frowning slightly, he smiled: "Old grandson, let her go, the person who saved your daughter has arrived." ”

As the old man Chen spoke, he walked over slowly with a stick, knocked his kitchen knife on the ground with a slight knock on the big man's hand, followed by the crutch poked forward, and hit the shoulder well on the other side of the big man, the big man didn't understand what was going on, and his right arm couldn't be raised.