Gu Rongrong felt that there was a ghost in this matter.

The inexplicable disappearance of a child, no matter what era it is, is not a good thing.

Traffickers of any era are worth sending him to the west.

She observed the expressions of these people, and they should all be telling the truth.

Leng Xinghe glanced at her, and she nodded slowly.

"Eat something, warm up," Gu Rongrong said, "said while eating." ”

The four of them thanked each other, but they were indeed cold and hungry, and they couldn't stand it.

Gu Rongrong brought them some steamed buns and meat, but they were embarrassed to move, they just lowered their heads and drank the soup.

Taking advantage of their meal, Gu Rongrong and Leng Xinghe stepped aside.

"It's a bit strange," Leng Xinghe whispered, "but we have to leave early tomorrow morning." ”

Gu Rongrong nodded: "Well, leave some food for them, let's do our best." ”

As the two were talking, there was movement in the grass next to them.

Leng Xinghe looked coldly, it was the blacksmith Zhou Lang, who came out of the grass.

Seeing Leng Xinghe's cold eyes, he was scared.

"I ...... I am...... I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I'm here to make it convenient......"

"Okay," Leng Xinghe didn't want Gu Rongrong to hear this, "It's okay to leave quickly." ”

The blacksmith hesitated, a little reluctant to speak.

Gu Rongrong asked, "Do you have something?" ”

The blacksmith glanced at the fire and swallowed: "Shizi, Shizifei, are they talking about losing children?" ”

Gu Rongrong raised her eyebrows slightly: "You know? ”

The blacksmith hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I didn't mean that, I mean, I have heard a saying, the old man said, lock the dragon and swallow the river, you need virgins and boys." ”

Leng Xinghe's eyes shrank slightly, and he took a step forward: "What lock dragon swallows the river?" ”

The blacksmith took a step back in fright, and Leng Xinghe grabbed his front placket: "Say." ”

"That's it, aren't we going to Wolong Canyon?" The blacksmith hurriedly said, "I heard that a dragon fell here in the past, which formed this canyon, and there is another river in Xiaozhou, so it ...... I used to have a lot of water. ”

The blacksmith is a native of Rongzhou, whose ancestors have lived here, and he is familiar with some local and nearby legends.

Leng Xinghe had never heard of these things, let alone Gu Rongrong.

Gu Rongrong stepped forward and held Leng Xinghe's arm, Leng Xinghe let go of his hand, and his tense body slowly loosened.

"Speak slowly, not in a hurry."

The blacksmith also relaxed a little, cleared his throat and said: "In the past, there was often a big flood here, that is, two or three hundred years ago, it is said that one day a dragon fell here, and people locked the dragon here, and the river was facing the mouth of the valley, which was the dragon's mouth at that time, as if the river was swallowed. ”

"Since then, the river hasn't been flooded."

The blacksmith scratched the back of his head: "But ......"

"But what?"

"However, I heard my father say that my father heard my grandfather say that in fact, not only did he lock up the dragon, but also sacrificed several virgins and boys, and they were sacrificed as sacrifices, so that the flood was calmed and the sin of locking the dragon was forgiven."

Leng Xinghe wrinkled his eyebrows and said nothing, feeling that this was nonsense.

Gu Rongrong doesn't believe in these either, but some people do.

If someone believes, someone will do it.

Gu Rongrong groaned: "Then usually, in the past years, have you ever heard of sacrificing children?" ”

The blacksmith shook his head: "No, I only learned about it when I was a child when I heard my father's story, and if I hadn't heard it just now, I wouldn't have remembered it." ”

"You are like this, you go back to rest first, don't tell anyone about this," Gu Rongrong lowered her voice, "Only you know about this matter, you think about it again, about the valley, about the river, about the dragon, whether the legend is true or not, but everything that is related, tell me what you remember." ”

The blacksmith spontaneously felt a sense of mission, and nodded: "Yes, I will do my best." ”

He turned around and left, and Leng Xinghe asked, "Do you believe what he said?" ”

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, the important thing is that someone will believe it," Gu Rongrong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the four people who were roasting the fire, "If it is really related to Wolong Valley, then can we still stand by and watch?" ”

Leng Xinghe frowned: "It's better to ask first, and then see if there are any more detailed clues." ”

"Okay."

The two returned to the fire, and Gu Rongrong asked, "Have you usually been to Wolong Canyon?" ”

There is still some distance from the canyon, and they are the people of the nearby villages, and the transportation at this time is not developed, and poor people like them mostly walk everywhere.

So, she guessed, they should have only heard about it and not been there.

Unexpectedly, all four of them nodded: "I've been." ”

Gu Rongrong's eyes reflected the firelight: "Have you been?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Leng Xinghe asked.

"I usually like to dig herbs, especially in spring and summer, there are a lot of herbs in the canyon, and I can sell them for a lot of money to subsidize my family."

"I went hunting, hunting a rabbit or something, and I caught one alive and raised it for my son."

"I've been there too," the woman said, "my sister's family lives in Xiaozhou, and I have no husband, parents, and only my sister is a relative, and I have to visit her once a year, and the canyon is the only way to go." ”

The man who sold paper said: "I have also been there, and I have also been to Xiaozhou, and I have passed by, and I have gone to make paper materials." ”

Gu Rongrong secretly wrote down in her heart that this was the first common denominator.

"How old are your children?"

"Three years old."

"My daughter is also three years old."

"My son is five years old."

"My son is six years old."

Two three-year-olds, one five-year-old, and one six-year-old, and there is no pattern.

Gu Rongrong twisted her eyebrows slightly, and Leng Xinghe asked, "Does the child have any characteristics?" Moles, birthmarks or something? ”

The four of them thought for a while, and the woman spoke first: "My daughter has a small mole on her chin. ”

The other three men shook their heads.

"Nope."

Gu Rongrong's mind moved: "Wait a minute." ”

She got up and went to the darkness and took out the pen and paper from the space.

"Come, describe what your child looks like, and I'll help you draw a portrait, and you can find it when the time comes."

The four people were pleasantly surprised, and the woman immediately burst into tears.

"This ...... I'm sorry for you. ”

It's not that they haven't thought of hiring painters, but where are the painters in the village?

Let's start with the woman, while describing the appearance of her child, she can't help but cry, and from time to time she stretches out her hand to gesture, as if caressing the child.

Gu Rongrong's heart was sour, and she kept her hands on it, helping her draw it as soon as possible.

When I draw a play, the woman's tears are like bursting the embankment, and she can't stop it.

"Yes, yes, my daughter looks like this, not bad at all, God, my child, where are you......"

Gu Rongrong handed her the portrait, she took it with trembling hands and hugged it tightly in her arms.

The other three men also wiped their tears and told Gu Rongrong about their children's appearances in order.

They suppressed the pain, their voices were all astringent and choked, Gu Rongrong didn't raise her head, and her eyes were red unconsciously.