The owner of the commissary told Ning Qiushui that the village version was that Yangtian was taken away by a large insect in the mountain while hunting.

The villagers did not find his body.

Ning Qiushui observed the micro-expression of the commissary owner, and suddenly asked a strange question:

"Boss, is there any haunting in the village?"

When the owner of the shop heard this, he was really stunned for a moment.

"Ghosts?"

"What the hell?"

Ningqiu Waterway:

"Is it true that people go missing every once in a while?"

The shopkeeper thought about it.

"Not every now and then."

"But in recent months, some adults and children in the village have indeed disappeared."

Ning Qiushui pondered the time and asked:

"Is it the time when the village chief was seriously ill and died?"

The shopkeeper said, "Hmm."

"The village chief was in good health before, but I don't know why, but suddenly he became 'sick', neither let the villagers visit, nor say what illness he had.

Ning Qiushui frowned.

"Was the relationship between the villagers in Goose Village good before?"

The commissary owner slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke and sat down in his chair, his palpitating gaze becoming a little distracted.

"It's not good, in fact, before the old village chief served as the village head, our village was quite chaotic, although it didn't burn and loot, but there were often conflicts between neighbors, and it often happened that each other broke their heads for some small profits."

As he spoke, he pulled an ashtray out from under the counter and looked at the rotting human head on the table with some palpitations.

"Put this thing away!"

"It's noon, I can't even eat for a while!"

Ning Qiushui smiled and put away the head.

"So, it's the old village chief who keeps the Goose Village stable, right?"

At the mention of the old village chief, the commissary owner flicked the ashtray into the ashtray, and his tone became proud:

"That's it!"

"The old village chief's family is a thunderbolt method, the family practices martial arts, and they are also bold, and those who dare to cause trouble in the village are suppressed by thunder means on the spot!"

"It is because of the old village chief's family that the kind people in the village can gradually raise their heads and not be bullied by some other bastards."

As he spoke, he sighed again, with the word "sorrow" written on his face.

"It's a pity...... Good people don't live long. ”

"The old village chief is gone, and I don't know if I can live this life in the future."

Ning Qiushui raised his eyebrows:

"There used to be a lot of bullies in the village?"

The commissary owner glanced at him and sneered:

"Otherwise, why do you think this village is called 'Evil Village'?"

Ning Qiushui:

"Evil Village? Isn't that called Goose Village? ”

The boss sneered and said disdainfully:

"Ghost 'Goose Village', do you think we have someone here to raise that thing?"

"It's because the old village chief later thought that 'evil village' didn't sound good, so he changed it."

Ning Qiushui was stunned.

Only then did he finally know why goose village didn't raise geese.

The owner of the commissary kicked the cigarette cabinet with his foot and said:

"Do you know why I am the only one in the village, because the other four stores were all stolen and robbed within a few days of opening!"

When Ning Qiushui heard this, he looked at the boss with some surprise.

"Then you have some skills, the shop can survive in such an environment."

The shopkeeper lowered his eyes and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"I have a fart ability, that is, my unlucky son, admit death, open a shop, seek justice, and pay for his life."

"But if he endures it a little longer, and waits for the old village chief, he won't ...... But I don't blame him all these years. ”

He said:

"Two years ago, my daughter-in-law was too sick and followed, and now I have this small shop left in this village, whoever wants to rob or steal, I will fight with him!"

Ning Qiushui looked at the thin commissary owner for a while, then suddenly got up and said:

"Well, it's almost time, I'm going...... Visit Yang She and help me with that pack of cigarettes. ”

The shopkeeper took a pack of cigarettes for Ning Qiushui.

"Twenty."

"Sweeped."

Seeing that Ning Qiushui was about to walk out of the commissary with a sack wrapped around a person's head, he stopped Ning Qiushui:

"That...... Otherwise, you still don't tell Yang She's kid about this. ”

"Although he likes to do bad things on weekdays, he used to be very well-behaved, and his mother is also busy to death on weekdays, leaving early and returning late, I heard that he went to the market in the town to work as a tailor, and he has no father, no upbringing, and it is understandable to be naughty."

"Originally, this matter has passed, and the two of them seem to have accepted this matter, will it not be good for you to carry Yangtian's head to the door now?"

Ning Qiushui's footsteps paused slightly.

"They have the right to know the truth."

Shopkeeper:

"Even if the truth is so cruel?"

Ning Qiushui let out a 'hmm', lit a cigarette with one hand, turned over the "temporarily closed" sign outside the door, turned back to the shopkeeper and said:

"The truth is not cruel, the truth hidden behind the lies is cruel."

After saying that, he directly raised his head and left.

Looking at Ning Qiushui's gradually disappearing back, the shopkeeper was silent for a long time......

…

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Ning Qiushui stood outside Yang She's door and knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, the door was opened, and Yang She probed his head to reveal half of his face, and when he saw that it was Ning Qiushui, he was so frightened that he immediately retracted and slammed the door shut!

"Yang She, I have something important to you in my hand, and if you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"It's about the 'truth' about your father's disappearance."

"Whether you open the door or not, you decide."

Ning Qiushui's voice fell, and after a moment of silence, the door was opened.

Yang She's thin body stood behind the door, staring straight at Ning Qiushui and the human head in his hand.

Ning Qiushui said to him:

"Before I go in, I want to ask you a question."

Yang She still had a hint of fear in his eyes:

"What's the problem?"

Ning Qiushui:

"Did you lift that bamboo ladder outside the guest house today?"

Yang She's face changed, and his head shook like a rattle.

"I don't know, I don't know...... I haven't been there......"

Ning Qiushui looked at his expression and had already gotten the answer he wanted.

"Let's go in and talk."

He stepped into the small courtyard of Yang She's house, then turned to look outside, and closed the door after making sure that no one was there......

ps: the third update.

Good night.