Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

Before Yang Xiaobao could speak, he asked again: "Do you know anything? Was it you who knocked on our door this afternoon?"

"It's us." Yang Xiaobao said, "At that time we still wanted to stay here."

"Is my father's death related to you?" The 40-year-old middle-aged man stared at Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma fiercely.

Cao Deyong quickly said: "Haitao, don't talk nonsense, they have nothing to do with this matter."

"Village chief, my father died inexplicably, and they suddenly appeared in our village today, who else are they?"

Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "When did your father die?"

The middle-aged man in his 40s froze for a moment, and said, "At about eleven o'clock, I heard my father get up to go to the toilet."

"At that time, they were still sleeping at my house, and they would never appear in your yard at all."

Yang Xiaobao looked at the man named Haitao and said, "Then how do you know it's past eleven o'clock?"

"I'm playing with my phone under the covers," Haitao said.

"Then did you hear anything?" Yang Xiaobao asked.

"Two screams." Cao Haitao said.

Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma looked at each other.

It seems that the cry heard just now should be made by Cao Haitao's father.

"What's next?"

"When I came out, my father was already lying in the yard." Cao Haitao said.

Yang Xiaobao frowned.

He took a step forward.

This Cao Haitao immediately stretched out his hand to stop him.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to check the body of the deceased, is that okay?" Yang Xiaobao asked.

"Why? Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Strangers like them who rashly proposed to examine the body of the deceased would definitely make people suspicious.

"I have to prove our innocence, right?" Yang Xiaobao smiled wryly.

"My father has no wounds."

Cao Haitao said so, but still made way for Yang Xiaobao to check.

Indeed, as Cao Haitao said, there were no wounds or traces of bleeding on his father's body.

"Your father, does he have a heart attack?"

"No." Cao Haitao said, "I've lived in the city with me for the past two years, and the community's physical examination activities will be checked, and there is nothing serious about it."

Yang Xiaobao nodded.

"Tell me, does this matter have anything to do with you?" Cao Haitao asked again.

The old horse poked his neck and said, "What do you mean by that? How does this have anything to do with us?"

"Hmph, hum, you suddenly entered our village and even talked to my father. It has nothing to do with you. Who would believe it?"

At this time Cao Deyong stood up: "Haitao, this matter should have nothing to do with them, I can guarantee it."

"Village chief, do you trust them that much?"

At this moment, another voice came from the yard.

"Haitao, what's the matter? What happened?"

Then they heard a clatter of footsteps.

Then they saw two people coming in from the yard.

Seeing the dead man lying in the room, both of them gasped.

"Haitao, what, what's going on, uncle, what's wrong?"

A man about Cao Haitao's age with disheveled hair asked in surprise.

The other one was in his 30s, dressed quickly, and said, "Yeah, I saw him this morning, isn't he still fine?"

As soon as the two of them talked, there was a smell of alcohol.

"Alas..." Cao Haitao let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say.

Cao Deyong asked: "Go forward, Changsheng, why are you here?"

The disheveled man in his 40s said, "Chang Sheng and I were drinking at home when we heard someone calling. Come out to see what's going on, who knows?"

"Who are they?" The man in his 30s, dressed up in a hurry, who should be called Changsheng, pointed to Yang Xiaobao and the old horse and asked.

"They came here to climb the mountain. They had no place to live, so they lived in my house." Cao Deyong said.

"Oh……"

Both of them looked at Yang Xiaobao and Lao Ma suspiciously.

"Brother Xiaobao, Brother Lao Ma, you have nothing to do here, you go back." Cao Deyong said to the two of them.

Yang Xiaobao knew that if he stayed here at this time, he would be a little ignorant of current affairs.

He winked at the old horse.

The old horse knew what Yang Xiaobao meant, nodded, and followed Yang Xiaobao out of the room.

When he was outside the yard, the old horse asked, "Xiaobao, did you find anything?"

"It was killed by a ghost." Yang Xiaobao said.

"How did you find out?" the old horse asked with a look of surprise.

Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "I guessed it."

As the two walked back, they heard footsteps coming from behind.

"Brother Xiaobao, brother Lao Ma, wait a minute."

The two of them recognized Cao Deyong's voice and stopped in their tracks.

Cao Deyong caught up and asked, "Two brothers, what do you think of today's matter?"

"Village chief, what do you mean?" Yang Xiaobao didn't answer him directly, but asked back.

Cao Deyong smiled and said, "You two, if I'm not wrong, you probably didn't come here to climb the mountain, did you?"

"What do you think we are not here to climb mountains? What are we doing if we are not climbing mountains?"

"Hehe, you should be looking for someone, right?"

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Village Chief, how do you know that we are here to find someone?"

"Hehe, no matter what, I used to be the village chief, and I've been outside for so many years. Your every move can't escape my eyes."

Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Yes, you are right, we are here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"An old man named Shi Ran, there may be other people." Yang Xiaobao replied honestly.

Cao Deyong was silent for a while, then nodded: "I see."

Then he said: "In our village, these few people have never been here."

"Village chief, how do you know that these people have never been in the village?" Lao Ma asked.

"Because I haven't seen any outsiders since I came back."

Yang Xiaobao asked back: "What if they entered the village quietly? What if they are hiding somewhere now?"

Cao Deyong became silent when asked by Yang Xiaobao.

"What are you looking for him for?" Cao Deyong asked, "Is the death of Haitao's father related to you or the person you are looking for?"

Yang Xiaobao was silent for a while, and said: "We can't answer you with certainty, but I have a question for you, village chief, have you also found that your village is different from before?"

When asked by Yang Xiaobao, the village chief Cao Deyong fell silent.

After a long while, he nodded and said, "You are right, ever since I returned to the village, I feel that the village is different from before."

"What's different?" Ma asked immediately.