When Xu Shuo walked to the village, many people had gathered in the open square built around the river, and they seemed to be foreign tourists.
It was lunch time, and the villagers went outside to watch the show with their rice bowls in hand, accompanied by neatly dressed children. They blinked and looked at the outsiders curiously with their big eyes. They did not have the usual slovenliness in the countryside, but looked smart and cute.
"Uncle Dai, you are here."
When Xu Shuo approached, a six-year-old girl with a rice bowl in her arms and a bun in her bun came up eagerly. Her round face looked easy to pinch.
So, Xu Shuo squeezed it and said with a natural smile: "Go back to the house to eat, it's very dusty outside."
The little girl had her cheek pinched and had no unnecessary reaction. She just tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then ran back to the eaves of the brick house with her rice bowl in her arms, and stood there looking outside.
The village is actually not unusual for foreign tourists, but country people rarely have other entertainment activities other than farming, so it is inevitable that they like to watch some excitement.
It's the rice-planting season now and it's not a weekend, so there aren't many tourists in the village.
What's more, those tourists who come here usually stay at the farmhouse at the entrance of the village to fish, or go for an outing in the mountains and rivers, but they rarely come to the center of the village to find people.
After all, apart from ordinary fields and houses, there really is nothing special in the village.
Only those in the city who had never seen anything made a fuss.
After Xu Shuo walked over, someone saw him and trotted over. He smiled flatteringly and said, "Village Chief, this man claims to be a detective, and he said you asked him to come here to do something."
"Detective?" Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around with a slightly weird look.
He was a tall, thin and slender man wearing a gray trench coat and ordinary silver-rimmed glasses. He had a very elegant temperament and looked like a cultured person at first glance.
Not like a private detective, but more like a teacher.
“And there’s more,” the villager pointed out the man in the windbreaker, then looked at the woman taking pictures of the weeds by the river and said, “She said she was a reporter and she came here to interview our village so she could promote our place!
"
Xu Shuo followed his gaze and looked over there again. At this time, the man in the trench coat who had been waiting for a long time had already stepped forward.
"Hello." The man stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and asked doubtfully: "Are you the village chief of Qingliu Village?"
No matter how you look at it, you are too young.
Xu Shuo stretched out his hand and shook it back. After hearing this, he said with a little sadness: "No, the village chief is my father, but he has been away for several months and there is no news. Now I am only taking the position of the village chief temporarily."
"How many months have you been missing?"
The windbreaker detective paused, his eyes hidden behind the lenses were in vain, and he quickly asked: "Why did he disappear? Where did he go before? Didn't you call the police and let the police search?"
Xu Shuo did not respond to these words, retracted his hand and said calmly: "What are you doing here, sir? I remember that I haven't contacted you."
Hearing this, the trench coat detective knew that he had acted too hastily, and looked at the villagers around him who were looking a little wrong. He said warmly: "The person who came to me should be the old village chief. He wrote me a letter not long ago.
, saying that something happened in the village and I needed to investigate."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Xu Shuo also softened his expression and asked with concern: "The old man never told me about this, can you tell me?"
The trench coat detective thought for a while and felt that there was no need to hide it: "The matter of 'Green Faced Fangs'."
After the words fell, the surrounding villagers fell silent.
The legend of "Green Face and Fangs" can be said to be a household name here, even in the town and city.
After all, some aspects of Qingliu Village's tourism industry also developed based on this legend. The village also seized the opportunity and built many promotional columns about "Green Faced Fangs", such as the ghost statues placed in the fields, and the road at the entrance of the village.
Twenty meters of white walls.
The story about this legend is something that a three-year-old can easily pick up!
Xu Shuo said with a smile: "What is there to investigate about a legend that was passed down thousands of years ago? But I need to ask sir about the disappearance of the old man. Why don't you stay at my place during this time?"
The trench coat detective looked at this middle-aged man who seemed quite stable, frowned slightly at the smile on his face, then relaxed, nodded and said, "That's fine, sorry for bothering me."
After the two of them finished talking about the matter for the time being, Xu Shuo then looked at the female reporter over there.
She didn't seem to be in any hurry about interviewing the village, and she was squatting by the river taking photos of the unappreciative weeds, seemingly enjoying herself.
Therefore, in the eyes of country people, people in the city are making a fuss, but in the eyes of city people, the country people are also ignorant.
Both sides dislike each other.
Xu Shuo didn't take the initiative to disturb her. He grabbed a random villager and asked him to send the detective to his residence first, and then continued walking outside the village.
The windbreaker detective originally wanted to follow him for a walk here, but then he thought about something and followed the villager instead.
The village's cement avenue leads from the archway at the entrance of the village to the village chief's house halfway up the mountain.
Xu Shuo walked along the avenue and passed through a field where rice seedlings had just been planted. On the edge of the rice field were rows of loofah stands. Then, he also saw the girl in a floral skirt who was standing in front of the white wall in a daze.
The girl still maintained that dazed posture, and then she turned around as if she noticed her gaze.
She blinked and looked at the man calmly. Judging from his appearance and clothing, he should be from this village.
Neither of them spoke first until Xu Shuo pointed to the small remaining white wall and asked, "Why don't you continue painting?"
"Ah, I don't know how to draw later." The girl looked troubled.
"How come you don't know about painting?" Xu Shuo continued to ask.
"This... I have never seen a real 'green-faced fang'. It is really difficult to draw such a thing." The girl sighed, looking very embarrassed.
There are many gorgeous things painted on the white wall, all of which are related to legends and stories about "Green Faced Fangs". However, this ghost only appears in a small part in the story. It is a mysterious image that attracts people to follow unconsciously.
Keep looking at the wall.
As for the last part of the white wall, you need to draw the complete appearance of the monster!
Then the girl's inspiration got stuck.
"Isn't there a statue made in the field? Just paint it like that. There's nothing to worry about." Xu Shuo said calmly. Although he looked rough, the smile on his face was very gentle and polite.
Hearing this, the girl put her chin in thought and said: "As an artist, I feel that I need to respect the facts. I want to draw the 'green-faced fangs' I think, not the 'green-faced fangs' in other people's minds."
"You artists have so many twists and turns?" Xu Shuo expressed the doubts of a rural person at the right time.
The girl smiled awkwardly but politely.
If it weren't for the mission, she wouldn't want to go through so much trouble.
