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Qin Heng has been here for more than two years, and must have seen many unknown sides.

I can understand that he wants to rescue those victims, but he can't do it alone.

I know I can't blame him, Yan Ping died in the valley, and was killed by village head Yan.

It can be seen that Yan Changshui has been blinded by interests, and can do anything for money.

Zhao Wenjing whispered next to her: "My real name is not Zhao Wenjing. I am Li Deyong's daughter Li Sisi. A few years ago, I was attracted by a client who was willing to pay a lot of money to buy me. Of course my father would not agree, but he Not the opponent of Village Chief Yan!"

"My dad is not crazy. He has been waiting for an opportunity. In fact, he secretly contacted Qin Heng for a lot of information. But Taoist Yin found out two days ago, and my dad was in trouble!"

When she said that, I woke up.

Li Deyong was killed by Daoist Yin, and he blamed me for all the crimes.

"When I was taken away, it was Yan Ping who saved me. Not only did she save me, but she also said that she would save other people in the village. When the village chief and Taoist Yin were talking in the house, Yan Ping overheard, But when Village Chief Yan found out about it, he kidnapped her, I don’t know what happened to her, but when I saw her again, she had fallen off a cliff and died!”

"I was lucky that time. I escaped the guests and met Yan Hao. He is the only incense in the village head's house, so he is safe. Outside the village, I went for plastic surgery, and we made an appointment to come back together for revenge... ..."

"So, I went back to Sanghun Village. In the name of supporting education, I originally wanted to save those children who were tricked into the mountain, but in the process, I met Captain Qin. In order not to disturb the snake, and to collect the He provides more evidence that we have been playing different roles."

It may be that her biological father had just passed away. Zhang Wenjing looked very painful and said to me: "At first we thought you were a guest, and Captain Qin originally wanted to find a breakthrough from you."

Speaking of this incident, I thought of Qin Heng who came to the door that night, but he should have discovered that I am not the so-called guest in the village.

In the police car, Qin Heng also told me that Wang Xiulian was actually a miserable person who was kidnapped and sold to Monghun Village.

It's just that at that time, she came from a far away place and could never go back.

After we finished speaking, we all fell into silence. At this time, I thought of the weird old man on the bridge.

When I expressed my doubts, both Zhao Wenjing and Qin Heng stared at me with very abnormal eyes.

Qin Heng said suspiciously: "We have been in the village for so long, and we haven't seen any old people on that bridge."

Zhao Wenjing also said: "All the old people in Sanghun Village were sent to death kilns. That Daoist Yin has a wicked mind, and we don't know what he is up to, but we have never seen the old man you mentioned."

There was a slight movement in my heart, and then I said to the two of them: "When I first came out of the bridge, I might have been flustered and misjudged."

I smiled lightly on the surface, but my heart was covered with a shadow.

The bridge collapsed that night, but when we came out tonight, it was intact.

The other old man stopped me in every possible way as soon as I entered the village.

I suddenly seem to understand something, but... I always feel that there are many places that I still can't understand.

When we arrived at the county seat, when we got off the bus, Qin Heng said to me: "There are some work matters that need to be done according to the procedures!"

I smiled wryly, and left my phone number behind.

Qin Heng said to me: "If you need to make notes later, I hope you will keep in touch at any time!"

Although there were some accidents, but fortunately there was no danger, and he returned to Yinyang Street safely.

This mottled old street looks inexplicably deserted at night.

Although the shops on both sides were brightly lit, they were not open.

Moreover, there are no street lights on both sides of the street, and the whole street is deserted and dark, giving people a very strange feeling.

I walked cautiously to the store at No. 44 Yinyang Street in my memory.

Following the direction pointed by the old man I met that night, I walked along this street until the end.

Sure enough, as I expected, the place was empty and there were no shops at all.

I was already prepared, and I knew very well that the shop was actually at the end, so I took a special look around when I left.

For some reason, it reminded me of the hotel built in Cheng Fang's dream.

"Chu Yuan?" I called out in a low voice.

It's just that I didn't get his response, so I turned around again helplessly, but I still didn't see it. Since there are no street lights on the street, it gives people a strong sense of darkness in a dark alley.

From the bottom of my heart, I believe that the store is not simple, no, it should be said that the old woman is not simple.

At this time, I saw an old lady busy at the door of the store next door, hesitated for a moment, and decided to ask.

Sure enough, upon hearing my question about number 44, the old lady looked up at me with weird and frightened eyes.

Shaking his head, without saying a word, as if he had seen a ghost, he stood up, picked up the small bench, and tremblingly walked into the room.

I froze in place, as if the whole street was very taboo against No. 44, and these people acted like they were afraid of something.

While I was muttering in my heart, I was also a little apprehensive.

The old woman walked into the house, probably because she was afraid that I would ask questions, so she simply closed the door and all the lights in the shop went out.

Seeing this scene, I was full of helplessness, so I had no choice but to turn around and walk to the other side of the street.

But it also made me sure I wasn't in the right place.

Granny Yan's Yin Yang shop is in this alley, but for some reason, that shop seems to disappear from time to time...

At this time, I passed by a sugar shop, and the proprietress was busy closing the stall in front of the shop.

I walked into the store and just stepped up the steps when the proprietress saw me and smiled apologetically.

"The store is closed today, come back tomorrow."

The proprietress gave me a polite smile.

I don't quite understand. Although this place is not an urban area, it shouldn't be that the entire street closes at eight or nine o'clock.

I asked curiously, "Is this street closed so early? Why?"

I may not be the only one who has asked this question, the proprietress Mei felt that something was wrong, she sighed and said: "This is the rule of this street, all shops must be closed before nine o'clock in the evening."

"Why is that?" I was confused.

The proprietress looked a little unnatural, and obviously didn't want to tell me the reason.

"Let's go, the whole street is closed at night, come early tomorrow."

The proprietress was still wiping the countertop with a rag in her hand, seeing that she ignored me and was meticulously busy with the work at hand.

I plucked up the courage and whispered to the proprietress: "Then I want to ask, do you know where shop No. 44 is?"

Hearing this, the proprietress stopped wiping the table, and her complexion suddenly changed. She was chatting and laughing with her just now, but now her rosy cheeks turned pale.

"There is no No. 44 here, you have found the wrong place." The proprietress gave me an order to evict customers: "You hurry up, I'm going to close!"

The proprietress looked at me as if she saw the appearance of a plague god, and I also saw the fear in her eyes.

If I was outside, she'd probably be like that old woman, closing the door without hesitation.

But now that I'm standing in the store, although her eyes are full of fear, she doesn't dare to do anything else, she just stares at me in fear.

"Auntie, don't be afraid, I'm alive!" In order to dispel the fear in her eyes, I quickly said, "Why is the whole street so afraid of number 44? You actually know number 44, right?"

The landlady's eyes flickered, she didn't dare to look at me, she shook her head stiffly: "I don't understand what you're talking about, you should leave quickly, we won't be doing business today."

Even if I said that I was still alive, the proprietress obviously still didn't believe it, and she was very resistant and panicked.

I don't understand, people on this street really want to be very jealous of No. 44.

I took a step forward: "Auntie, tell me about No. 44, I'll leave right away, I'm alive, I won't harm you!"

The proprietress bravely raised her head to look at me, the fear in her eyes did not dissipate, she asked suspiciously: "Are you really alive?"

I stretched out my hand and put it in front of my face: "If Auntie doesn't believe it, you can feel my hand to see if there is warmth. Besides, if I'm really a ghost, I don't need to talk to you here for so long."