But just cutting down a tree doesn't prove anything.
So next, the village chief plans to go to the house next door to cut down an osmanthus tree!
However, if they leave for the time being, the courtyard of Lao Li's house must be left under supervision in case something suddenly happens to the piece of meat.
And the person taking care of it must not be an ordinary person.
"Little girl, do you stay here and watch?" the village chief said to his cousin, who was still standing far away over there.
"I'm with you!" Miss Cousin blurted out almost without hesitation.
"..."
The village chief curled his lips, and then looked at the female literary youth: "Then little girl, please stay here, we are just going to chop down a tree in the next house."
The female literary youth had no objection: "Okay."
Finally, among the four quasi-players present, Xu Shuo and the village chief left to chop down trees, while the female literary figure stood by the pit and stared at the lump of meat.
Seeing this, Miss Cousin, who had previously refused to stay, looked at the backs of the two people and then at the female literary youth who stayed. After a little hesitation, she still chose to stay with the female literary youth.
It's not that she doesn't want to stay here.
She just doesn't want to be alone.
…
The house next to Lao Li is occupied.
The villagers of Osmanthus Village also paid special attention to the Osmanthus tree that had been planted since they built their houses. The village chief Xiao used reason and emotion, and used both kindness and power, both soft and hard, and finally succeeded in getting rid of the tree.
right.
The person who cut down the tree this time was a servant of the Zhang family.
With a loud bang, the tree that had stood for more than sixty years fell down.
On the cut surface of the tree stump, the black material spreads along the texture of the tree, winding and twisting like a swimming dragon.
Looking at these black things, the village chief was silent for a while, and then went to the other person's yard. This time he cut down the other person's sweet-scented osmanthus tree in a forceful manner.
As expected, it was also contaminated.
Xu Shuo began to worry about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he made.
After all, the place where he lives is closest to the cemetery, and the osmanthus tree that is most susceptible to pollution is the osmanthus tree. When he goes back later, he should check the status of his tree just in case.
It really doesn't work...
It's nothing for a hungry bride to eat.
The village chief looked at the black lines on the tree stump with a serious look on his face: "I'm afraid the entire Guihua Village has been affected. This is not a single incident, and it will probably continue to happen in the future. I just don't know where the source of these things is."
Although he said he didn't know, when the village chief said this, his eyes were looking towards the mountains behind.
Apparently he also thought about the cemetery.
After all, the first time he felt the aura of the abyss was in the cemetery, but at that time he only regarded the cemetery as the bride's base camp, and had not thought about the "second enemy" yet.
After being reminded by Xu Shuo, the village chief also began to wonder whether the real murderer might be related to the abyss.
Now he was seventy-eight percent sure.
Thinking of this, the village chief looked at the people next to him.
But I saw that Wang Tiezhu always had that paralyzed face.
Although this person is not completely expressionless, but has a relatively warm and soft expression, if the expression remains the same throughout the whole time - that is a paralyzed face.
Xu Shuo received the sight and looked back: "What?"
The village chief made a point: "Would you like to accompany me to see the situation there?"
Xu Shuo tilted his head: "Didn't I already read it this morning? Is it still necessary? Besides, you seemed to have asked someone to go to the cemetery before?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief's expression suddenly changed!
Then it gradually became dull again.
Oh, it seems like he sent the servant there on purpose.
That's okay.
The village chief had long known that there was something wrong with that cemetery, and the reason why he ordered his servants to go there to collect the bodies of the other two people was also to serve as a test.
It would be okay if the body was brought back successfully, but if the villagers who went to check the situation also died there...
Then take a long-term view!
At this time, Xu Shuo suddenly said: "Village Chief, now that I have accompanied you down the mountain to investigate, you have already found out who the murderer is, so do you want to show some respect on your side?"
The village chief was immediately filled with questions: "Did you say before that you need to be paid for going down the mountain?"
Xu Shuo glanced at him with an unclear expression.
The village chief immediately said: "Okay, whatever you want, I'll see if I can give it to you first."
Xu Shuo: "Give me all the information about the bride."
"Are you mistaken? Guihua Village is not a police station. Where did the data files come from?" The village chief looked at him strangely.
"If you don't give it to me, burn down the ancestral hall." Xu Shuo was completely unreasonable.
"……"village head.
There is only one ancestral hall in Guihua Village.
Whether it is the Zhang family, the Li family, or the Wang family, all the villagers in Guihua Village make offerings, pray, burn incense, and hold clan gatherings in that village ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall is built at the foot of the east mountain, where most of the Zhang family live.
The village chief was speechless for a while after being threatened, and then said: "Okay, you come back with me later and I will show you something."
Xu Shuo nodded with satisfaction.
Isn’t that enough?
As the saying goes, players' information is like water in a sponge. If the other party stops getting wet, you can still squeeze it out with a little force.
…
The other side at this time.
The yard of Lao Li's house.
The female literary youth dutifully guarded the pit. From time to time, she glanced at the pieces of meat in the pit, and then endured the nausea in her throat. She seemed to be exercising her patience.
The cousin still stood far away.
"How about it, sister, if you sleep with me tonight, I have a lot of information about the village that I can share with you. I can see that you are very interested in these things." Miss Cousin said in a persuasive way.
"..." Female literary youth.
She can sacrifice labor.
But not at the expense of color!
After thinking about it...
The female literary youth asked cautiously: "How to sleep?"
The cousin seemed to notice her worries, covered her lips and giggled: "Sister, what are you thinking about? I'm just a little scared to sleep alone at night, so I just want you to accompany me."
The female Wenqing curled her lips: "You are a young lady from the Wang family, and there are servants following you when you go out. Isn't it easy to find someone to sleep with you?"
Miss Biao's eyes flickered: "But they are not as powerful as my sister. My sister must know how dangerous the village is at night these days, so why don't we just get together and take care of them."
This makes sense.
It can also be regarded as the other party's true purpose.
After the female literary youth thought about it, she nodded slightly and agreed to sleep with him.
Although she also guessed that the other party's situation was a bit dangerous, so she wanted to find an ally to share the risk. If she got close, she might be implicated.
but--
She saw the bride last night.
What else is she afraid of?
What she should be worried about most is that the main mission was not completed, and then she was sent to the abyss battlefield at the end of the script!
The female literary youth’s mission: [Investigate the secrets of Osmanthus Village.]
This task is too general!
Female literary youths can only inquire about a little bit of everything, so they will tirelessly approach the crime scene with abnormal conditions, even if they are suspected of being suspected, they will have to go through it.
Most of her information was obtained by sneaking into villagers' houses with a small robot and eavesdropping for a whole day.
After all, the villagers avoided her and she couldn't even inquire about them openly.
Just thinking about it makes me feel sad!
Now that someone is willing to send information, the female literary youth naturally just wants to hold on tightly. Even if she is asked to sacrifice a little of her lust, she will——
