Seeing that there was no one near the yard, Xiaolan hunched over the railing and came to the road.
There was a strange aroma in the air, which made Xiaolan feel hungry.
Xiaolan looked towards the warehouse from this dirt road, just in time to see the reflection of Baomu's duck-egg head.
At this time, there were faint sounds of people in the distance.
Xiaolan hurriedly hid behind a tree and looked in the direction of the sound.
At the end of the dirt road, a group of people wearing various colors of clothing appeared. Two people walked in front, two people walked behind, and the four of them were carrying something together.
The four people were approaching here. Xiaolan looked around and quickly got into the bushes nearby, peeking through the gaps in the leaves.
They were four dark-skinned young men. They looked somewhat similar, but had different clothes and hairstyles. They were carrying a strong bamboo pole on their shoulders.
Hanging on the bamboo pole is the first duck egg head who fell into the trap last night. The man was covered in blood and his head was tilted up. He had obviously been dead for a long time.
Where are these people taking him?
"Holy shit!" One of the four people suddenly had his shoe stepped off by the person behind him. The man was jumping on one leg while holding up his shoe. "What are you doing! Why are you so anxious?"
"Can I not be in a hurry? The ones caught at Fifth Brother's house must have been delivered," the man from behind hurriedly pushed the man in front, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! I'm starving!..."
"You're the only one who's hungry! Damn..."
Several people cursed and walked past Xiaolan, heading towards the other end of the dirt road.
The one from Fifth Brother’s house?
Has anyone else been caught?
Xiaolan promised that Baomu would not run far away, so she could only watch quietly as the four people disappeared from sight while carrying the body on their backs.
After waiting in the bushes for a while, there was no other sound.
Why are there so few people in this village during the day?
Xiaolan carefully climbed out of the bushes.
"What are you doing here?"
When a voice suddenly sounded behind her, Xiaolan's body froze and she even forgot what she originally planned to do.
"Why didn't you divide the meat?" the voice behind him continued.
Xiaolan turned around slowly, her brain spinning rapidly.
Then, when she saw the face of the person who spoke, her brain shut down completely.
That's Baomu's face.
"precious……"
"What's wrong?" Baomu in front of him looked at Xiaolan, "Why do you look so surprised? What were you looking at just now?"
This is not Baomu.
Although the facial features and face shape are exactly the same as Baomu, neither the hairstyle nor the body movements belong to the authentic Baomu hiding in the warehouse.
"You're so weird," the man with the precious wood face glanced sideways at Xiaolan, "What are you hiding in front of your own house looking at? So suspicious... people who don't know better would think you are one of those raw meats."
Xiaolan's back trembled, and she hurriedly mumbled, "No...no, I just saw someone caught him."
"Has anyone else caught them?" The man slapped his thigh, "Oh, everyone has caught them, but we haven't."
Xiaolan swallowed, "We didn't catch him either."
"I saw it from my yard," the man said with a sad face, "Just like my family, they were all caught at first, but they ran away again, and a net was lost in vain."
Xiaolan nodded.
She somewhat understood.
It seems that every family here has such a face, and what the face looks like will determine what the family will look like.
No wonder the villagers wanted to hunt them.
Since this person has Baomu’s face, then this family must have Baomu’s face!
"Okay, since we didn't catch it ourselves, let's go and divide the meat as soon as possible..." The man said and took two steps forward. Seeing that Xiaolan didn't follow, he turned around and asked, "Aren't you going?"
"I...I'll wait for them," Xiaolan raised her hand randomly, "You go first."
"Then it will be divided by the time you go..." The man put his hands behind his back and walked away muttering.
Xiaolan waited until he was farther away, then turned around and ran back to the yard. As soon as she returned to the warehouse, she saw Baomu pointing excitedly outside and then to his face.
"I know, I know," Xiaolan grabbed Baomu's arm, "Brother Baomu, I know, your face must be hidden in that person's house."
Baomu nodded quickly.
"Did you keep staring at me just now?" Xiaolan asked.
Baomu nodded.
"Then did you see where that man came from? I have to go to his house."
Baomu took Xiaolan to the door of the warehouse, raised his hand and pointed to the house next door.
"Right next door to here?"
No wonder the man said that he could see the situation of this family from the yard.
"Brother Baomu, they seem to be going to attend some kind of ceremony now. I'm going to go take a look now," Xiaolan said, "You should hide here well and don't make any sound."
Baomu bid farewell to Xiaolan solemnly.
The structure of the small courtyard of the house next door was exactly the same as that of the house where they were hiding, except that there was no gap in the fence. Xiaolan used her long legs to cross the fence, and the first thing she did was to walk towards the warehouse behind the house.
However, this family did not have a large vat in their barn.
Xiaolan scratched her head and cautiously took a few steps closer.
Deep in the warehouse, there was a faint sound.
Xiaolan suddenly stopped.
There were some sounds again.
Xiaolan has some ideas.
She then came closer.
Then, he suddenly squatted down.
Sure enough, in the dark corner of the warehouse, there was a duck egg head trying to huddle up.
"Don't be afraid..." Xiaolan ran over immediately, "I'm a player too!"
Hearing this, the man raised his head and looked at Xiaolan.
She could feel the man stunned for a moment.
The next second, the duck egg head zoomed in front of Xiaolan's eyes, and the man rushed towards Xiaolan. Xiaolan didn't pay attention and was thrown to the ground by the man.
"What are you doing?!..."
The man's hand came directly towards Xiaolan's face, and the two struggled on the ground. After a while, Xiaolan's face was scratched by the man with many scratches.
fed up.
Xiaolan raised her legs and kicked the duck egg head away from her body.
The man fell onto the shed of the warehouse. The small warehouse trembled a few times, and dust fell on their heads. As soon as the man got up from the ground, he pounced on Xiaolan again.
"What are you doing?! I'm here to help you! Are you crazy?!" Xiaolan crawled and ran outside the warehouse.
The man jumped forward, and the scorching sunlight instantly hit him, and he could only retreat angrily.
Xiaolan gasped, looked around warily, and said dissatisfied, "Why are you attacking me?"
The man pointed at Xiaolan and then himself, gesticulating desperately.
Xiaolan threw a stick in and said, "You write."
The man picked up the stick and neatly wrote on the ground, "Your face is mine."
Xiaolan was silent for a while.
The person then wrote, "You stole my face."
"Hey, you can't put it like that," Xiaolan scratched her face, "I can explain this matter...this matter."
After saying that, she explained the ins and outs of the incident to the furious duck head.
"Then why are you here?" the man wrote.
"I...I want to find my own face," Xiaolan didn't tell the truth, "Maybe when I find my own face, I can give your face back to you."
"I saw the appearance of this family this morning," the person wrote. "He is a handsome boy about twenty years old. He has a tear mole at the corner of his eye. Is that your face?"
It's Baomu's face for sure.
At this time, there was a noisy conversation outside. Xiaolan and the duck-egg head quickly got back to the depths of the warehouse and looked at the road through the small window.
Several men laughed and opened the fence door and walked towards the wooden table in the yard. The leading man was carrying a ball of green stuff in his hand. Their faces were exactly the same, they all looked like precious wood.
"They are back..." Xiaolan said softly, turning her head and seeing the man looking at her face dreamily.
"Oh, I will definitely give you my face back," Xiaolan said guiltily, "But, I found your face in a water tank, but there is no water tank in this house. From this point of view, every family has a way of hiding our face.
It should be different...Brother, stop reading, let me ask you, did you hear what this family said?"
Duckhead thought about it.
Xiaolan glanced towards the entrance of the warehouse, "Is there no trap at the entrance of this warehouse?"
Duck Egg Head shook his head.
"Then have you ever fallen into his trap?"
Duckhead nodded, pulled Xiao Lan away, and pointed to the back door of the family's house.
"Did you fall into a trap there?"
nod.
"Then did they hide Shaanpi in the house?" Xiaolan raised her chin and touched the stubble on her hand, "Because the family who hid your face set a trap at the door of the warehouse, and Shaanpi
Just hide it in the warehouse."
Duckhead thought about it and seemed to think it made sense.
But problems also arise.
Are they going to enter the house through the back door?
After all...those people stay indoors.
The noise in the yard gradually disappeared, and as soon as the door opened and closed, several people returned to the house.
Xiaolan was immersed in thinking, and after a while, the duck-egg head poked Xiaolan on the back.
Xiaolan looked up and saw him pointing out the window.
It's dark.
"We can go out." Xiaolan stood up.
I want to get Baomu's face back.
Xiao Lan stepped out of the warehouse and scouted behind the pillars. Duck Egg Head followed her step by step, fearing that Xiao Lan would escape with her face.
Xiaolan held a stick and tested it while walking.
She walked to the back of the simple wooden house, her duck-shaped head pointed forward, Xiaolan poked it with the stick, and with a whoosh sound, a large net was pulled up on the spot, and Xiaolan's stick was wrapped in it.
The trap is right here.
Xiaolan moved her gaze to the back door.
There was no lock on the door, just a handle made of wood.
Xiaolan grabbed the handle and gently pulled it open.
squeak--
The sound of opening the door seemed too harsh in this silent night, and the two of them froze in fright for a few seconds. Seeing that there was no other sound, Xiaolan held her breath and slowly opened the back door.
The door was dark, and it didn't look like there was anyone there.
A pungent stench hit his face, making Xiaolan retching.
It smells like something rotten.
Xiaolan opened the door wider and looked into the room by the moonlight.
This... seems to be a kitchen.
The kitchen was in a mess, no wonder there was such a smell. Xiaolan leaned half in and saw a familiar thing on the chopping board.
It's a green thing that this family brought back not long ago.
Xiaolan tiptoed in.
It seems that at least there are no traps in the house.
She first walked towards the mass. Judging from the surface texture, it looked like lotus leaves.
There is something wrapped in the lotus leaves.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand.
Duckhead grabbed Xiaolan's hand.
Xiaolan waved her hand, stretched it out, and opened the lotus leaves bit by bit.
A strong putrid odor assaulted my nostrils.
A person's hand is wrapped in the lotus leaf.
The hand was bloody, with neat cuts, and bone stubble and blood dripped onto the chopping board along the lotus leaf.
Xiaolan thought of what the person from this family said.
Aren't you going to divide the meat?
Could it be...
Xiaolan felt sick in her stomach, and she quickly looked away and looked elsewhere in the kitchen.
There was a steel basin on the ground. Xiaolan walked over. The steel basin was not filled with water, but with some kind of turbid and fishy liquid.
Baomu's shame is not here.
Xiaolan thought that even if he was so shy, Baomu, who was so sensitive to smells, would never put his face in it. He would probably kill himself and quit the game.
There seemed to be nothing else in the kitchen, so Xiaolan moved to the corridor outside the kitchen.
There are no doors in this house, and all rooms are open. There are two dark rooms on both sides of the narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor is the living room.
Xiaolan took the duck egg head and pointed at herself, then to the left, then to him, then to the right.
Duckhead understood instantly, and the two moved against the wall toward the two side rooms.
Xiaolan poked her head out little by little.
There was no one in the room on the left. Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head. When he saw the duck egg head, he also shook his head.
The room on the left was very empty, and the fishy smell was gone. There was only the musty smell of being out of the light for a long time, and there were a few scattered clothes on the floor. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Duck Egg Head was guarding the door of the room, Xiaolan shook her head at him, and the two of them walked to the room on the right together.
To the right is a smelly bathroom.
There is a large one-meter-high wooden barrel placed against the wall, and there is a small wooden barrel next to it. The small barrel is covered with a wooden lid, and a long rope is pulled out from the side, with some messy rags hanging on the rope.
The big wooden barrel is empty.
Xiaolan looked at the small wooden barrel and the lid, feeling excited unconsciously.
There was a lid on the big vat in that household.
Xiaolan reached out and lifted the lid.
The two of them retched silently at the same time.
The small wooden barrel was filled with disgusting excrement.
Xiaolan quickly closed the lid, turned around and pushed her duck head out of the door.
Next, only the living room is left.
If nothing else happens, the family should be resting in the living room at this time.
But Xiaolan had no other choice.
The two squatted half-crouched and poked their heads out of the corridor.
The strange thing is that there is no one in the living room.
Is there any hidden space here?
There are several chairs made of bamboo in the living room, and almost all the furnishings are as simple and shabby as the temperament of the room, except...
Xiaolan's eyes focused on the corner of the wall.
There, there was an object that seemed out of place in this room.
It was an exquisite dressing table made of mahogany.
On the dressing table stood a bright yellow bronze mirror, which emitted a clear light under the moonlight.