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Chapter 107 The real blue-faced fangs

When Xu Shuo walked into the village, the empty square built around the river had already gathered many people, who seemed to be tourists from outside.

It was lunch time, and the villagers went outside to watch the show with their rice bowls in their hands. Next to them were well-dressed children, who blinked their big eyes and looked at the outsiders curiously. They didn't have the usual rustic feeling in the countryside, but looked cute and cute.

"Uncle Dai, you are here."

When Xu Shuo approached, a six-year-old girl holding a job bowl and wearing a bun tied her eyes eagerly approached her. Her round face could be broken with blows, and she looked easy to pinch.

So Xu Shuo squeezed it easily, and said with a natural smile: "Go back to the house to eat, there is a lot of dust outside."

The little girl had her cheeks pinched, and she didn't respond in any other way, she just tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then ran back to the brick house with her rice bowl in her arms, stood there and looked out.

In fact, it is not uncommon for foreign tourists to come to the village. It is just that the country people rarely have other recreational activities other than farming, so it is inevitable that they like to watch some fun.

Now is the season for planting rice seedlings, and it is not the weekend, so there are not many tourists in the village.

What's more, those tourists who come here usually stay at the farmhouse at the entrance of the village to fish, or go out in the mountains and rivers, but rarely come to the center of the village to find people.

After all, apart from ordinary fields and houses, there is really nothing special in the village.

Only those in the city who have never seen anything make a fuss.

After Xu Shuo walked over, someone saw him and trotted over. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Village Chief, this person claims to be a detective and said that you asked him to come here to do something."

"Detective?" Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his head to look a little strangely.

It was a tall and slender man in a gray windbreaker, wearing ordinary silver-rimmed glasses, with a very elegant demeanor, and he looked like a cultural person.

Not like a private detective, but more like a teacher.

"And more," the villager pointed to the man in the windbreaker, then looked at the woman by the river who was taking pictures of the weeds and said, "She said that she is a reporter, and she came to interview our village, so she can do publicity for us! "

Xu Shuo followed his gaze and looked over there again. At this time, the man in the windbreaker who had been waiting for a long time had already stepped forward.

"Hello." The man stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Are you the village head of Qingliu Village?"

No matter how you look at it, you are too young.

Xu Shuo stretched out his hand to shake it back, and said a little sadly when he heard this, "No, the village chief is my father, but he has been away for several months and has not heard from him, and now I am only acting as the village chief."

"How many months have you been missing?"

The detective in the windbreaker paused, his eyes hidden behind the glasses were sharp in vain, and he quickly asked, "How did he disappear? Where did he go before? Did you not call the police and ask the police to search?"

Xu Shuo didn't respond to these words, but withdrew his hand, and said calmly, "What do you do here, sir? I remember, I don't seem to have contacted you."

Hearing this, Detective Fengyi knew that he had acted too hastily, and looked around at the villagers whose eyes were a bit wrong, he said in a gentle voice: "It should be the old village head who came to me, he wrote me a letter not long ago , saying that something happened in the village and I need to investigate."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Xu Shuo also calmed down, and asked concerned: "The old man never told me about this, can you tell me?"

Detective Trenchcoat thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to hide it: "The matter of the 'blue-faced fangs'."

The voice fell, and the surrounding villagers fell silent in vain.

The legend of "green-faced fangs" can be said to be well-known here, even everyone in the town and city.

After all, the tourism industry of Qingliu Village was also developed based on this legend. The village also seized the opportunity and built a lot of promotional columns about "green-faced fangs", such as the ghost statues placed in the fields, and the road at the entrance of the village. Twenty meters of white walls.

The story about this legend is something that a three-year-old child can easily learn!

Xu Shuo said with a smile: "There is nothing to investigate about a legend that has been handed down thousands of years ago. But I need to ask sir about the disappearance of the old man. Why don't you just stay with me for the time being?"

Detective Windbreaker looked at this seemingly steady middle-aged man, frowned slightly at the smile on his face, then stretched it out again, nodded and said, "It's fine, don't bother me."

After the two of them finished talking temporarily, Xu Shuo immediately looked at the female reporter over there.

She seems to be in no hurry to interview the village, and squatting leisurely by the river to take pictures of the unattractive weeds, seems to be enjoying it.

Therefore, from the perspective of the country people, the people in the city make a fuss, but from the perspective of the city people, the country people have no knowledge.

The two sides dislike each other.

Xu Shuo didn't take the initiative to bother her, he just grabbed a villager and asked him to send the detective to his residence first, then he continued to walk outside the village.

The windbreaker detective originally wanted to walk here with him, but then he didn't know what to think about, so he left with the villager instead.

The cement avenue of the village leads from the archway at the entrance of the village to the village head's house halfway up the mountain.

Xu Shuo walked outside along the avenue, and passed a field that had just been transplanted. There were rows of loofah racks on the edge of the rice field. Then, he also saw the girl in the floral skirt who was standing in front of the white wall in a daze.

The girl still maintained that dazed posture, and immediately, she seemed to notice her gaze and turned her head to look.

She blinked and looked at this man calmly. Judging by his appearance and clothes, he should be from this village.

Neither of them spoke first, until Xu Shuo pointed to the small remaining white wall and asked, "Why don't you continue painting?"

"Ah, I don't know how to draw later." The girl looked distressed.

"How come you don't know painting?" Xu Shuo continued to ask.

"This... I haven't seen the real 'blue-faced fangs' yet. It's really difficult to draw this kind of thing." The girl sighed, looking very embarrassed.

There are a lot of gorgeous things painted on the white wall, all of which are related to the legends of "green-faced fangs", but the appearance of this ghost in the story is only a small corner, which is full of mysterious images, and unconsciously attracts people to follow along. The wall keeps looking down.

As for the last part of the white wall, it is necessary to draw the complete appearance of the monster!

Then the girlish inspiration stuck.

"Isn't there a statue in the field? Just draw it like that. There's nothing to worry about." Xu Shuo said calmly. Although his face was rough, the smile on his face was very gentle and polite.

Hearing this, the girl rested her chin and said in thought: "As an artist, I feel that I need to respect the facts. I want to paint what I think of as 'green-faced fangs', not what others think of as 'green-faced fangs'."

"You artists have so many twists and turns?" Xu Shuo expressed the doubts of a rural person in a timely manner.

The girl smiled awkwardly but politely.

If it wasn't for the task, she wouldn't want to engage in so many troublesome detours.

[Main task: Draw a real blue-faced fang. 】

(End of this chapter)