After getting out of the car, Li Moliu and Lao Xia talked on the phone. It is said that the leg has been put on a plaster, and there is basically no major problem except that it is not easy to enter and exit. Right now, he lives in the city bureau guest house, so they found a taxi at the station and went straight there.

The guest house is a five-storey building that is mainly used for conference reception. Because Lao Xia was injured in the line of duty, the bureau made special arrangements, so he lived in room 105 on the first floor, which was more convenient up and down.

When I arrived, it was not yet dawn, and most of the guests were still sleeping, and a triple room had been booked at the front desk, which was on the second floor at 206. It was still early, and Li Moliu explained that he had made an appointment with the other party to meet in the late morning, and he could sleep for a few hours to recuperate before going to find Lao Xia, so the three of them went upstairs to their room first.

To be honest, although it was a soft sleeper on the train, tossing back and forth all night had already made their eyes sore. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I snored, and when I woke up again, it was past 10 o'clock in the morning.

After a casual wash, they went to 105 together.

In the room, only Lao Xia was half-lying on the bed, his right leg wrapped in a thick plaster shelf on a stack of quilts, and he was squinting at a thick pile of materials.

As soon as Li Moliu came in with Xiao Lu and Mu Qingyang, he threw aside the things in his hand and said happily: "I finally looked forward to you!"

Be mindful that it's you, not you.

In the heart of this loyal police officer, Li Moliu is really what he is looking for. Mu Qingyang is just an attaché who came to see the excitement, just like the audience who gathered in a circle to watch the fight, except for the point-and-shoot arguments.

While everyone wasn't looking, Xiao Lu quietly exited the room, perhaps for some uncomfortable reason, he didn't greet them.

But Mu Qingyang still stayed cheekily, the reason is self-evident, he is a very curious author, in a sense, he is the same as those reporters who are running around looking for news clues, the difference is that he has not yet made a dime from this craft.

But it seems that Li Moliu doesn't see Mu Qingyang like this, he introduced him to Comrade Xia Zhengtian very solemnly, and the original words are like this: "Lao Xia, this is an indispensable partner in my work, Mu Qingyang, because this case is very special, so I specially invited him to come over, please don't mind." Not to mention the words that won him the necessary respect, there was also a hint that he must also understand everything.

Glancing at Mu Qingyang in surprise, as if with some surprise and surprise, Lao Xia pondered for a moment and then began to tell the story of the case.

The incident was caused by a national wanted warrant. The prisoner's name is Wang Yanjun, a worker at the Hongqi Automobile Repair Factory, who was once sentenced to three years in prison for gathering a crowd to fight.

He continued to attack the financial departments of various factories, especially for the opening of safes, and thus broke out the nickname of "Sai Li San" in the society. Legend has it that he was taught by a master in prison for three years, that he could go to thousands of homes and hundreds of households, and he opened a 32-column lock empty-handed, and even wiped out the small vaults of more than a dozen factories in one night, and then all of them were scattered into the homes of the difficult workers in various factories, and he gave himself a modern version of Li Sanshen's name as a thief.

Originally, he was just a famous thief, but when he was stealing from the office of the public security department of a factory, he took away a pistol in the safe, so he was strictly arrested by the city bureau. In the process of escaping, he even accidentally killed the policewoman who was tracking him, and burned her body and absconded out of the province to hide, so in view of this incident, he actually alarmed the leaders of the ministry and ordered all parts of the country to cooperate and strictly investigate the case.

A No. 1 wanted warrant spread all over the country, and it was known as the first major case in the country at that time.

A few days ago, Lao Xia was assigned by his superiors, and according to the information report from the Qinyang area of the city, on behalf of the criminal investigation of the municipal bureau and the local law enforcement and armed police, he formed a capable team and tracked all the way to Fengmen Village at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

Leading the way was a widower in his fifties in the immigrant community, this man surnamed Wang, who had no children and no daughters, was an old and desperate family, and his mother, father and wife were buried in the village. For more than eight years, the village had a shortage of water and land, and it was difficult to live, and some obscure reasons, so he responded to the call of the township and moved to the county with the villagers. Because he often went back to the village to pay respects to the elderly, he accidentally saw a stranger wandering around the village, and he became suspicious and came back to report to the street and the police station. As a result, after a check, it was found that this person looked similar to Wang Yanjun, the most wanted criminal in the whole country, and after several twists and turns, the two places quickly agreed on a search and arrest plan, and there was this one where Lao Xia led the team into the mountain.

Fengmen Village, also known as Fengmen Village, is located in the deep mountains on the outskirts of Qinyang, although there are several villages, but they have long been deserted and empty. Fengmen Village is deep and independent, with hundreds of houses in the architectural style of the Ming and Qing dynasties located in the deep mountains and old forests. The local sky is blue, the mountains are stacked, the Xiaoyao River Reservoir is rippling, built at the foot of the mysterious and strange Fengmen Village, along the valley from bottom to top, all the way to the mountains and rocks, the red leaves on both sides can be seen everywhere, and the spring water is continuous. To get there, you need to pass through Jiaozan City, which is far away from Mengliang Village, and it is said that Jiaozan and Meng Liang have stationed troops with them, but in recent years, there have been supernatural incidents......

As a police officer, Lao Xia has never believed in any ghosts and gods. He firmly believes in the belief that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, only false rumors. A lie told a thousand times is the truth! For those weird legends in Fengmen Village, he didn't believe in them a hundred. In his opinion, it is just a small deserted village, and after a long time, there are more lynx and hares, and naturally some people will be suspicious. However, the news of Wang Yanjun's appearance there is very suspicious, a desperate criminal is likely to rely on this deserted place to hide in a panic.

They quickly followed the guide's instructions from behind the reservoir of the Xiaoyao River to a desolate and uninhabited valley - the only way to the village, along which the mountains on both sides of the river were full of strange rocks, dead vines and dead trees, and there were no birds, snakes, insects, rats and ants except for the howling autumn wind.

The guide, Lao Wang, pointed to the gravel mountain road in front of him, which was only passable by one person, and said: "Captain Xia, if you want to enter the village, you have to pass from here, you must be careful, this mountain is very steep, and it is terrible to fall down accidentally!"

Lao Xia squinted at the path, turned his head and beckoned, "Take out the rope immediately!" Tie up ......"

The damp rocks were slippery and greasy with moss, and it was almost a slippery step to walk up. The group of more than a dozen people, except for the guides, are all well-trained young police officers, and the only older Lao Xia is only in his thirties, and he is still a scout in the army. But he really walked, not as agile as the old king's head, I saw him tighten his belt, a few arrow steps on the step, the feet were as light as the wind in less than two minutes to cross this narrow road, standing far above and beckoning.

On the contrary, looking at their group, although it was not a step by step, but they also cautiously tried to climb up, and after walking for a long time, most of them were sweating.

With a bang, a few grains of gravel slipped down......

An armed policeman almost stumbled and fell off the cliff, and Lao Xia Yanming grabbed his hand quickly and shouted: "Be careful!"

"Damn it!" The armed policeman wiped the cold sweat from his head and said.

With a distance of less than a few hundred meters, it took them more than half an hour to barely pass. Look ahead, a village built on the mountain is arranged in a staggered manner, and in front of it is the entrance of the village. A thick ancient acacia with several people hugging each other stood quietly, poking out the thin branches with teeth and claws, as if it was choosing people to devour.

It was the season when the trees were luxuriant, but here was a mess of the tiger and wolf forest. There is still shallow water flowing calmly in the left river channel of the village, and you can see large and small pebbles scattered at the bottom of the ditch, which is reflected by the sun and the river water in a strange arc of light, and there is not even a shadow of a fish or shrimp! The wind on the shore stirred the wild grass and thorns and rolled them in balls, and from time to time there was a light sound of brushing, and the eyes were full of decay and dilapidation. Walking along the gravel road all the way to the west, passing through the many stone houses, there is no movement except for the clattering of the group......

Ga...... Chirping...... Creak!

As they passed by a tall, gloomy stone house, the door opened automatically without wind......

There was only one gray circle chair in the gloomy hall, and all that was left was a few withered weeds that haphazardly covered the stone steps of the threshold, trembling slightly as if mockingly.

"Who?" Several fighters nervously pulled the bolt of the gun, and in an instant there was a clattering sound.

"Don't be nervous! This door was not ......closed in the first place," said the old king, who hurriedly ran over. "These doors and windows are dilapidated, and sometimes it's not surprising that they fall off!" As if to verify his words, the eaves on the other side suddenly made a loud noise, and the masonry tiles were scattered all over the ground......

Lao Xia frowned and glanced into the room, and shook the flashlight again. "There's no one inside, keep going!"

The old king led them around to the back of the village, which was at the highest point of the village, and it seemed much more normal than the dense clusters of houses. The cliffs are stacked with green peaks, lush shrubs and low seedlings grow very thickly, and a corner of a two-story stone building is half-hidden and half-visible, which can be seen, because it is often maintained, and it is obviously much more neat than the buildings just passed.