Jin Tang

Chapter 17
Mo Yang touched his chin and guessed that there was no other reason. Among the pile of bones, this bone was too conspicuous. It was wide and flat at one end, and then gradually narrowed towards the other end.

Mo Yang bent down, enduring the sour smell, picked up the bone and threw it on the ground aside.

With a thud, the bones rolled a few times on the ground.

Mo Yang found that there were many white marks on the surface of this bone, which were marks of being hacked.

It seems that the person who chopped it used a lot of strength, making the marks very deep. Even though the bones have been boiled white, those marks are still very clear.

This bone does not look like it is from a sheep. Mo Yang looked at this bone carefully, and there seemed to be some familiar images in his mind that were about to surface.

This bone was obviously cut and chopped repeatedly with a knife, but it was not severed.

In a flash, Mo Yang remembered that when he was practicing swords, he followed his coach to study the secrets of swordsmanship left by ancient European swordsmen.

Those ancient European swordsmen did special research on the structure of the human body for the sake of swordsmanship, and some documents also attached a diagram of the human body structure.

When Mo Yang studied these related records with the coach, although he just followed the coach to read part of the content for fun and was not professional in the study of human body structure, but the shape of this bone was particularly fresh in his memory.

This is the thigh bone, which is the anatomical femur, commonly known as the thigh bone—the strongest human bone is the leg bone, especially the thigh bone, which looks like half a fan.

And judging from the size of the thighbone in front of him, it was exactly the size of a child.

The bad thought in Mo Yang's mind was suppressed underwater like a submarine, but now he couldn't bear it anymore and finally surfaced completely.

There was a churning in his stomach, and the uncontrollable nausea hit him like a sea.

Mo Yang couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and vomited out with a wow.

Not only did he vomit out the rice wine he just drank and everything he ate today, he even vomited out his stomach acid.

"Lang, Mr. Lang, what's the matter with you?" One of the refugees looked at Mo Yang with uneasy eyes, and he stammered and asked without daring to step forward.

"Where did these bones come from?" Mo Yang wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his voice was hoarse.

He looked straight at the other party, not letting go of the slightest expression change on his face.

"They were all snatched from Minggou." The refugee pointed to the ones in the pot, "The ones in here are also."

"To be more specific, where is the open ditch?" Mo Yang asked after him.

"Near the Crane Bridge."

"Do you know which one threw it away?" Hearing this address, Mo Yang was a little anxious, and his voice increased unconsciously.

"No, I don't know... the nearby residents threw all the unnecessary things there. No one can guarantee that they can pick up the things from which house, but the ones who can afford meat may be those few houses. A big shop." The man seemed a little frightened, his voice trembling.

Mo Yang picked up the twigs they put aside to scoop up the bones, and rummaged through the pot to find them.

More bones were picked out one after another by him.

In addition to a few sheep bones, there are many bones of specific shapes, which can be seen from children.

The boys were torn to pieces.

Mo looked at these refugees with a very complicated look, and he couldn't be sure whether these guys knew the real source of the bones in their soup.

"Lang Jun, this is..." the refugee asked cautiously.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want." Mo Yang's eyes swept over these skinny and dirty refugees.

In times of famine, it is not uncommon for poor people to suffer from hunger and cold, and it is not uncommon for refugees to exchange children for food.

Mo Yang felt that no matter whether the other party knew it or not, it was in his best interest not to reveal it right now.In the face of survival, he has no way to stand on the commanding heights of morality, so he can point fingers and say more about this situation.

He returned to the side hall, took advantage of no one's attention, and quietly climbed over the wall.

Seeing the twilight, the tired birds returning to their nests, thousands of households but no lights, the huge Qidi city is completely dark, and occasionally there are curls of blue smoke floating above a few large households.

The cold wind pierces the heart like a needle. At this time, there are no pedestrians on the road, and most of the birds and animals have disappeared without a trace. The few crows on the city wall leaned together, curled their heads, and shivered.

The cold wind was blowing, and Mo Yang was moving fast on the road like a ghost. The surrounding bare trees looked like bald old men, unable to withstand the attack of the northwest wind, swaying in the cold wind, like devil's claws In flurry.

Mo Yang hid himself in the shadow of the eaves, and according to what he had inquired about, he jumped in from a section of the wall in the open space behind the herringbone.

The most tightly guarded people and vehicles are the stables where the horses are raised.

It was a time of famine in a famine year, and the car dealer was afraid that someone would venture over the wall and kill horses for meat.

Moreover, competitors are also likely to send people to drug the horses. Once an accident occurs due to health problems of the horses and the reputation of the car dealership is damaged, it will give the opponent an opportunity.

In addition, the study and garage where the big shopkeeper is located have the most guards.

However, the defensive forces in some open spaces with little guard value in the car dealership are not strict.

Following the route he had thought up during the day, Mo Yang groped towards the shopkeeper's study room with many scrolls.

The regulations of the car dealership are there. Since he is sure that Renhe car dealership has a serious suspicion, he will find the way if he searches one by one.

Regarding the object of investigation, the first thing Mo Yang thought of was the shopkeeper.

After all, he is solely responsible for the affairs of the Renhe car dealership, and if there is any disturbance in the Renhe car dealership, it should be his permission first.

Amidst the howling of the cold wind, Mo Yang had already turned to the place. He leaned against the shadow of the wooden door and looked out from the crack of the door for the traces of the patrolling personnel.

The patrol officers are in a group of three. They all hold the whips that must be equipped with the car dealership in their hands, and the burning torches in the other hand.

Mo Yang easily passed the guards on the outside.

Because the people in charge of this part of the area are only those drivers who need to live in the collective dormitory provided by the dealership, and they will be assigned shifts.

The drivers who had been working for a day were already very tired, and their vigilance was not high. They just walked through the responsible area mechanically and completed the task in a daze.

Mo Yang kept his figure hidden in the shadows as much as possible. The closer he got to the study room that the treasurer guarded most, the slower his speed and the more careful he moved.

In the courtyard where Er Fu had brought him in that day, several strong men uniformly dressed in uniforms similar to soap officials crossed each other in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)