On a country road leading to a high mountain village, a police car drove slowly.
There were two people sitting in the car, a man and a woman, it was Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu.
According to Police Officer Zhao's description, it was on this stretch of road that he was attacked by warriors.
The thoughts of Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu were very simple. Since the warrior dared to attack the police for the first time, would there be a second time?
They wanted to directly lure out the warrior in this way.
However, the two of them drove back and forth on this stretch of road two or three times without being attacked by warriors.
"Forget it, go directly to Gaoshan Village to find out the situation and ask about the homes of those children." Xu Qingyun said to Mo Yanyu who was driving.
Mo Yanyu nodded, and the police car drove directly to Gaoshan Village.
Gaoshan Village, as its name suggests, is located on a mountain. When there was no access road before, you had to climb the mountain to get back to the village. Now the state has funded a cement road, so you don't have to climb the mountain to get back to the village.
The environment of the village is average, neither good nor bad.
As soon as the police car drove into the village, people immediately surrounded it.
"The police are coming!"
"Is there any news about my child?"
"Have you found my calf?"
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In order to avoid hitting those villagers, Mo Yanyu had to turn off the engine and park the car.
The two opened the car door and got out of the car.
Gaoshan Village has the most missing children. In this village alone, more than 30 children are missing.
Now the children in the village are locked in the house by the adults, and they are absolutely not allowed to go out until the matter is resolved.
Xu Qingyun and his wife were surrounded by villagers, who were all asking about their children.
"Is the village chief here? Call the village chief over!" Xu Qingyun shouted loudly.
Xu Qingyun has his own power that intimidates everyone.
After a while, an old man in his fifties or sixties hurriedly walked by. His hair was half white, his clothes were simple, and his expression was slightly haggard, which may have been caused by the disappearance of his child.
This old man is the village chief of Gaoshan Village. He has been there since he was young, almost thirty years now.
"Hello, comrade police. I am the village chief of Gaoshan Village. My name is Gao Fuhai."
The village chief introduced himself somewhat cautiously.
Xu Qingyun nodded and said immediately: "Are there any children missing in Gaoshan Village today?"
The village chief shook his head and replied: "No, no children have gone missing in the past two days. The children in the village are all locked up in their houses and they are not allowed to go out."
"I have a portrait here. This person is most likely the murderer who kidnapped the child. Please circulate the portrait to see if you recognize this person." Xu Qingyun said loudly.
He held a stack of photocopied portraits in his hand. It was exactly what Mo Yanyu had drawn of the warrior based on Officer Zhao's description.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu distributed the portraits in their hands for everyone in Gaoshan Village to view.
At first, when these villagers saw this portrait, they all felt strange. Many of them frowned in thought and stared at the portrait carefully, trying to match it with a certain face in their memory.
Several minutes passed and no one said they knew this person.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu looked at each other, both feeling a little disappointed.
But at this moment, the old village chief Gao Fuhai suddenly said: "I, I think I have seen this person, but I am not sure."
"Village Chief, please speak boldly. It doesn't matter if you are wrong." Xu Qingyun said.
The village chief glanced at Xu Qingyun, hesitated for a moment, then stared at the portrait carefully for a while, and then slowly said: "This person seems to be a beggar who lives in the ruined temple in Xiaogaoshan."
As soon as the village chief said these words, several more villagers shouted out.
"Oh, it seems to be the beggar!"
"They look very similar, this nose, these eyes!"
"That being said, I also have some impressions. I saw that beggar several times when I was collecting herbs on the mountain."
"That beggar was very strange. I helped him a few times and gave him some food, but he kicked me."
"No, it doesn't feel like it to me. I can't explain why, it just doesn't feel like it!"
"That beggar is not that fierce. I have seen him a few times. He has a cold face and doesn't look at anyone. This man doesn't look like him at all!"
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The villagers talked a lot, some said it looked like it and some said it didn't.
"Qingyun, give me a pen and paper."
Mo Yanyu looked at Xu Qingyun and said.
Xu Qingyun knew what Mo Yanyu wanted to do, and without hesitation, he took out a pen and paper from the storage ring and handed it to Mo Yanyu.
Mo Yanyu picked up the pen and paper and started drawing.
She did not change the warrior's facial features, but made his temperament colder and messier, making him look more like a beggar.
In the eyes of Police Officer Zhao, this warrior is vicious and vicious, and he is an extremely evil person.
But in the eyes of these villagers, this man was a strange beggar with an eccentric personality, dirty clothes, cold and lonely.
Different temperaments, sometimes it is the same person, but it will give people completely different feelings.
Mo Yanyu was very fast, and it didn't take long to redraw a portrait.
The facial features of the person in the painting remained unchanged. She changed the temperament of the person in the painting based on the villagers' description of the beggar.
"Village Chief, take a look again, is it this person?"
Mo Yanyu handed the newly drawn portrait to the village chief.
This time, the village chief only took one look and immediately said with certainty: "Yes, yes, it's him, this beggar!"
"It looks so much like that, it's the beggar!"
"Yes, it feels right, this is the person!"
"I didn't expect that this beggar caught our child. Come on, come on, let's go find that beggar!"
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The rest of the villagers saw Mo Yanyu's new portrait. Every villager who had seen the beggar this time was sure that the person in the painting was the beggar.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu looked at each other with surprise on their faces.
Unexpectedly, someone in Gaoshan Village actually saw this warrior.
"Village chief, you said this beggar lived in that ruined temple. Where is that ruined temple now?" Xu Qingyun looked at the village chief and asked.
Without waiting for the village chief to answer, some villagers immediately rushed to speak.
"Comrade police, I know where the ruined temple is. It's on the small mountain behind our village. I can take you there. It turns out that it was this beggar who captured the children in our village!"
"I can also take comrades from the police. I have long thought that the beggar is suspicious!"
"The missing child may be in that ruined temple. I'm going to find my child now."
A group of villagers were filled with indignation, especially the parents whose children were missing. Now they wanted to fly to the ruined temple on the small mountain immediately.
Some villagers have already taken action.
Xu Qingyun had to stop these villagers. If the beggar, that is, the warrior, was really in the ruined temple, these villagers would most likely be injured if they passed by.
And if so many people rushed there rashly, it was inevitable to alert the enemy.
Under the persuasion, intimidation, and assurance of Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu, the villagers went to the ruined temple without impulsiveness.
The village chief also spoke and asked everyone to wait in the village for news from the police.
The village chief's words are still very powerful, and the villagers are willing to listen to him.
In the end, Xu Qingyun only ordered a strong man in his thirties from the village to lead the way.
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu walked quickly to the ruined temple in Xiaogaoshan.
Things went smoother than Xu Qingyun imagined, but he felt uneasy in his heart.