dragon hunter

Chapter 270

Following Xinyue's story, a series of strange events surrounding the female workers in the textile factory were slowly revealed before my eyes.

This series of events, spanning more than 20 years, is terrifying and bizarre.

I feel a little fortunate, if we hadn't met Xinyue, it would have been difficult for us to find out the truth of the matter if we focused our attention on the road.

"You said just now that there are black hands controlling you behind the scenes, so have you seen those female workers who died?" I thought for a while and asked.

"I haven't seen it. We are in a group of two and are very tightly controlled." Xinyue shook her head and replied.

I frowned. The whole matter was not complicated. Some people used all sorts of weird means to kill the female workers in the textile factory, and then controlled the ghosts of those female workers, and continued to kill the night bus driver.

However, there are also many unreasonable doubts in it. Why did that person only choose female workers in textile factories?
And what kind of vicious person can continue to torture female workers for more than 20 years?

And what was the reason for those night train drivers who were innocent victims to be targeted by the other party?

I told Xinyue one by one the doubts in my heart, hoping to get some clues from her.

Xinyue frowned, thought for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone: "If you want to find out the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes, you can start with the female worker in the textile factory. I have the home address of the first female worker who was involved in the accident. You can go and look it up." .”

I immediately took out my mobile phone and asked Xinyue to tell me the address of the female worker.

At the same time, I was a little worried. It has been more than 20 years, and I don't know if I can find any clues.

Just as Xinyue finished telling the female worker's address, her complexion changed, and she crouched on the ground in pain. The expression on her face was distorted because of the pain.

I fixed my gaze and saw the looming rune between her eyebrows, knowing that she had been marked as a slave, I immediately bit my finger and splashed a drop of blood on her eyebrow.

The blood touched the slave mark between Xinyue's eyebrows, and the black mark emitted a puff of black smoke, which gradually faded.

Xinyue squatted on the ground, gasping for breath, with a look of lingering fear.

I took out the compass and stared at the pointer for a while, but I didn't notice any changes. It seems that the black hands behind the scenes were urging the slave seal remotely, and they didn't come over.

There was a rhythmic snoring sound from the side, Fatty Wang, that coward, fell asleep lying on the sofa at some point.

I went to the door, pasted a piece of yellow talisman paper, turned around and told Xinyue that the slave mark on her body had been lifted, as long as she didn't leave the room, no one could hurt her.

"I have a hunch that the black hand behind the scenes must have something to do with the textile factory." Xinyue stood up slowly, speaking of her own judgment.

"Why do you say that, the night train driver was also involved in the accident." I frowned slightly.

"The death of the night train driver only happened in the last few years. Before that, the target of his murder was always a female worker in a textile factory." Xinyue went to the side and sat down.

I recalled what Xinyue told me before, how so many female textile factory workers died in miserable conditions, and the way of death was even more strange, and some of them could not be explained by common sense.

For example, Xinyue, she has not figured out how she died until now.

At that time, her aunt introduced a rich second generation to her. She was not very willing, so her aunt secretly drugged her during a party and sent her to the rich second generation's house.

After waking up, she found herself imprisoned in a dark room. It was not until a long time later that she realized that she was dead.

Later, although she was enslaved, she also had a little freedom. She has been secretly investigating the cause of her death.

What surprised her was that on the night of being drugged, she and the rich second generation both died in the room.

Since then, she has been secretly following her aunt, but it really seems disappointing. Her aunt secretly drugged her in order to sell her for a good price, and she didn't know anything about other things.

I sat on a chair, lit a cigarette, and lowered my head in thought.

Judging from the current clues, the black hand behind the scenes may be a ghost breeder, otherwise it would be impossible to control so many female ghosts.

For deeper information, I need to investigate deeply before I can draw a conclusion.

I rested at Xinyue's house for a night, and called Lang Ying before going to bed, telling her not to worry about me, and towed the car back for repairs.

After waking up, I woke up Fatty Wang, that bastard, and followed the address provided by Xinyue to the home of the first female worker who had an accident.

The location is a bit remote, it belongs to the suburbs, and the place indicated by the address is a dilapidated small courtyard.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered, but the door to the yard was ajar.

Fatty Wang came over, pushed open the open courtyard door, poked out half of his head, and glanced into the courtyard.

"In the yard, there is an old woman in her 80s and [-]s who is choosing vegetables." Fatty Wang retracted his neck and said sideways.

I learned some information from Xinyue. It is said that the female worker who had the accident was dependent on her grandma.

After hesitating for a while, I walked into the yard and saw an old woman sitting under the eaves, holding a handful of vegetables in her hand.

The old woman was a little deaf, and her eyesight was not very good, so she didn't see us walking into the yard.

It wasn't until I walked over and said hello loudly that the old woman raised her eyelids and looked around with cloudy eyes.

"Grandma, I want to ask you something, does Xu Fang live here?" I asked loudly.

"Clothes? I don't sell clothes here." The old woman seemed to have misheard, and she stood up tremblingly and said.

I repeated it aloud again, and the old woman heard it clearly and nodded.

"Are you A Fang's friends? She has gone to work and hasn't come back yet, so you sit down first." The old woman tremblingly walked aside to move chairs for us.

After hearing what the old woman said, I exchanged a glance with Fatty Wang, and my heart turned cold. The other party was obviously confused and thought Xu Fang was alive.

The old woman was carrying a chair. I was afraid that she would fall, so I hurried over to hold her.

"Young man is not bad, he looks very energetic, have you mentioned someone?" The old woman looked at me with a smile.

I thought the other party was awake now, so I hurriedly asked again, is she the grandmother of Xu Fang?

"Look at my Ah Fang, she has high eyesight, don't worry, grandma will introduce you to me." The old woman held my hand and patted it.

Fatty Wang was on the sidelines, and laughed with a "puchi", saying that this old man is obviously confused, let's go, don't waste time.

I was grabbed by the hand of the old woman and kept looking up and down, feeling a little embarrassed, knowing that our visit this time was probably for nothing.

After chatting for a while, the old woman probably had dementia, either she misheard something, or she was talking nonsense, and she couldn't communicate normally at all.

It just so happened that an aunt walked by outside the yard carrying a vegetable basket. I signaled Fatty Wang with my eyes, and hurried out to ask about the situation.

Fatty Wang rushed out, and I was pulled by the old woman, unable to escape.

The old man kept talking about how good Xu Fang is, and asked me not to feel pressured to chase after her bravely.

I dealt with it with a face of embarrassment, and looked around. The yard was poorly furnished, and some corners were full of dust. It seemed that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

After a while, Fatty Wang wandered in and pointed to my head, indicating that the old woman had mental problems.

I sat for a while, then got up to say goodbye, the old woman understood this time, let us wait, and said that there is something for us.

After finishing speaking, the old woman turned around, walked tremblingly into the room, dawdled for a while, and then came out with a cloth package.

"You are comrades of the Public Security Bureau, Ah Fang's death is wronged." After the old woman finished speaking, she wiped away her tears.

I was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the old man had finally woken up, so I quickly explained why I came.

"Yesterday, a comrade from the Public Security Bureau came to ask me if Ah Fang had left anything behind. I said I wanted to look for it. Are you here to get something?" The old woman walked towards this side while wiping her tears.

I was stunned again, and after a while, I came back to my senses, knowing that this old man is not sober, and his ideology may still be 20 years ago.

After hesitating for a while, I reached out to take the package from the other party, and said solemnly that I would do my best to give Xu Fang justice.

Carrying the package, I walked out of the yard with mixed feelings. I saw a stone bench under the shade of a tree in front of me, so I walked over.

"Open the cloth package and see what's inside." Fatty Wang said aside.

I sat on the stone bench, put the cloth on my knees, and opened it with my hand. Inside was a diary and a few black and white photos.

The photo is of Xu Fang, with an oval face and big dark eyes, she is indeed very beautiful.

I opened the diary and opened it one by one. There were some daily records in front of it, but from the lines, it could be seen that this was a girl with a high spirit.

It wasn't until the middle and back sections that the ordinary daily life changed. This proud girl seemed to have fallen in love with someone.

The man was a college student who was assigned to do technical management in a textile factory, and was quickly promoted to become a leader.

The college students of that era were the standard favored children of heaven. They disliked Xu Fang's low culture and looked down on Xu Fang a little bit.

Just at this time, there was an ordinary worker in a machine repair factory who enthusiastically pursued Xu Fang. That person's qualifications in all aspects were below average, so he was not very popular in Xu Fang's eyes.

The one I love, the one I don't love, the one I love, but I despise. The following diary records the girl's distress.

On the last page of the diary, only one sentence was left.

"He asked me to talk. I'm really nervous. I don't know if I should agree."

"What do you mean by that, who is that 'he'?" Fatty Wang asked confused.

I looked at the date, the time when the diary was interrupted was just the eve of Xu Fang's death.

Staring at the last paragraph in the diary, I had a strong intuition in my heart, and subconsciously felt that the "he" in the diary should have a lot to do with Xu Fang's death and a series of subsequent strange events.

However, who is that "he" has become a mystery following Xu Fang's death.

(End of this chapter)