Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1112. Who are you?
At around four o'clock, the first rooster crow sounded, seeming to awaken the small village to a day of vitality.

Jiang Fan began to hear someone whispering.

About ten minutes later, smoke began to rise, and some people were already preparing breakfast.

The cries of children also followed, along with the women's whispered curses, and the day started like this.

Jiang Fan has always been lurking in the darkness. Although this is a territory that the locals know very well, no one pays attention to the sudden appearance of an outsider in a corner.

Jiang Fan was in darkness, but began to observe the relationship between these people.

After a while, a dozen young people came out. They should be those who took over the guard duty.

Ten minutes later, the people who started duty last night came back one after another.

They walked up to a man, who seemed to ask about last night's situation as usual.

One of them yawned and muttered: "There is nothing unusual. I think we are just too cautious. Although the limelight is booming now, their terrain is so complicated, and they don't have any obvious evidence yet." , we don’t need to be so nervous.”

But the person who made the routine inquiry still frowned and said, "You still can't be careless now. There is no harm in being cautious."

Several people were noncommittal, but their expressions still seemed to think that the person who gave the order was making a fuss.

Jiang Fan observed for a day, and it seemed that this person was in charge of the Baijiazhai.

Jiang Fan looked at the personnel information registered in Baijiazhai and found that this person was an ordinary little person in the village.

But this man's eyes were sharp, like someone who had experienced something big.

People in the village have very little information about them because they have been very closed-minded for a long time.

According to Shi Wenyuan's limited investigation data, there are only traces of their registration at the hospital and related census records.

Moreover, in the early years, train tickets did not require real-name registration. If you want to find a person's past traces, it is really like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just when Jiang Fan speculated that this person should have lived in Cotton Country for a period of time, this person confirmed his guess.

He walked to the courtyard where pregnant women lived. As soon as he entered, a pregnant woman came out with a big belly.

He said with a flattering face: "Is there any news? My baby will be born in a week. Can they pick him up within a month?"

Then, Glasses glanced at the room next door and muttered: "Don't be like that loser. It's been more than three months and you still have no intention of taking him away. This will delay how much money we make."

All her words were spoken in Cotton.

The man in charge was named Bai Jianbin. Bai Jianbin frowned and said impatiently: "You guys have been keeping me out of trouble every day. Now that someone is watching, I'm more anxious than you."

The child next door began to cry again, and the woman who had just given birth heard the pregnant woman's remarks.

She retorted with some dirty words, but these people seemed to be used to this way of getting along.

I didn't feel anything was wrong.

Bai Jianbin walked over, looked at the child crying non-stop, frowned and asked: "How many days have it been, why are you still crying? Are you sick?"

The woman glanced at Bai Jianbin cautiously and asked, "I guess, his face was blue from crying last night, and he is better today."

"Why don't you go to the hospital? Mrs. Bai's method doesn't seem to work."

The woman who had been so angry just now suddenly said: "Wife Bai's witchcraft is probably not good for children. How can anyone give talisman water to such an old child? Why don't you go and have a look."

The child cried for many days and she didn't sleep well.

All his sympathy had gathered at this moment. He wished that the child would recover quickly. She, Mashan, was also in labor and could have a good sleep.

Then he lit another cigarette depressedly. Bi Jianbin stared and asked, "You said it's easy, why are you going out? Will you pay for it?"

When they heard that they were about to pay, the two women fell silent for a moment.

None of them are willing to pay this money.

Bai Jianbin didn't want to be taken advantage of.

He said: "It's not a big problem for children to cry. I'll call Mrs. Bai over later. She still has many ways to take care of children."

This time the two women did not stop them.

Jiang Fan listened to the conversation between them, and his heart was extremely shocked.

Witchcraft, talismans, smoking.
He was sure at this time that in the eyes of these people, giving birth to a child was similar to a hen hatching an egg.

Even if someone dies, it's normal. It can only be regarded as a matter of probability.

Jiang Fan listened to Bai Jianbin's familiar Mianguo dialect, and even knew many Mianguo dialects. He had determined that this person must have lived in Mianguo for a long time.

Although Bai Jianbin is not the village chief in name, the old village chief no longer cares about things, and the entire village now relies on this method to make money.

Naturally, everyone is willing to trust someone who can bring them money.

Principles and moral sense are sometimes not so important. For these people, money and personal interests are the most important.

Bai Jianbin talked to a few more people. Occasionally, someone would have something broken at home, and he would help fix it.

He seemed to enjoy this feeling of entitlement.

Later, he returned to his home.

In addition to his wife, there are also two little cotton country girls living in his home, who look to be fifteen or sixteen years old.

Jiang Fan has not yet understood the specific situation.

Although the terrain here is steep, food resources and water resources are still sufficient.

However, the mountain spring is located on the top of the mountain. If they want to use water, they usually walk up the only path and carry water from the mountain spring back to use.

So there is water, but it is very hard.

There are many fruit trees on the top of the mountain, and they plant vegetables on them. Basically, most women are not at home during the day and go to farm on the mountain.

Bai Jianbin was the only one left at home at this time.

The two little girls from the cotton country also carried water or farmed together during the day. Two worthless people would not be raised here in vain.

Bai Jianbin lay on the bed contentedly, took out a wad of wrinkled money from his pocket, and counted it repeatedly.

Jiang Fan was waiting for this opportunity.

He lurked into his house without anyone noticing, and he was still unaware until Jiang Fan opened his bedroom door.

Suddenly, the man looked at him in horror.

The next second, Jiang Fan clapped his hands at him, and Bai Jianbin's eyes instantly lost focus.

He looked at Jiang Fan blankly.

Jiang Fan approached him and asked, "What is your identity?"

(End of this chapter)