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Chapter 112 Another Quiet Day

Smoke billows from the backyard kitchen.

When Xu Shuo came back, he saw the detective in the windbreaker looking at the earthen stove with dancing flames, looking at what to do.

"Ah, I just saw that the fire suddenly ignited..." Detective Fengyi said awkwardly when he saw him.

"It's enough to block half of this place." Xu Shuo stepped forward, picked up the cover that was thrown on the ground at random, and placed it on the ventilation hole under the clay stove.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Shuo said again: "You guys sit outside first, I'll do it here."

The windbreaker detective turned and left embarrassedly. When he went outside, he saw the female reporter he met on the way, and a cute little girl in a blue jacket.

The little girl sat obediently on the stool and was eating the snacks on the table. The female reporter was taking pictures of her beside her.

Maybe it's because she doesn't know what a camera is, but the little girl doesn't have any resistance, and she looks at the camera obediently, but when the female reporter wants to pinch her face, she will hide behind.

"Why are you here?" Seeing this woman, Detective Fengyi raised his eyebrows with a somewhat uneasy expression.

He was sure that this female reporter was definitely not from any formal unit, and she had been grabbing him while on the road, asking all kinds of unspeakable questions!
Intentionally or unintentionally, he will always lead the topic to a sharp point, and he will make inferences from one point of view, and directly label people as heinous!

Like those unscrupulous paparazzi who gossip.

The female reporter didn't have this self-awareness at all, and said with a smile: "I just met the village chief, so I stopped by his house to grab a meal, thinking of saving a meal!"

Hearing this, Detective Trench Coat sneered noncommittally, and didn't respond, but just sat beside him and took out his mobile phone.

But after watching for a while, he sensed that someone was approaching. He immediately screened his phone and looked at the female reporter warily.

"Oh, don't be so cautious, we can exchange information~" the female reporter said with a smile.

"What do you want to do?" Detective Trenchcoat frowned at her.

The female reporter glanced at the direction of the yard, then at the little girl sitting beside eating, and said in a low voice, "Are you here to investigate the cause of the old village chief's disappearance?"

"It's none of your business." Detective Feng Yi was still on guard, and immediately mocked: "I have industry rules, and I can't disclose commissioned information."

"If we cooperate, maybe we can win-win."

The female reporter curled her lips. She sat down next to the windbreaker detective, took out a small notebook from her pocket, opened it, and handed it over generously.

The detective in the windbreaker gave her a strange look, but still took the notebook, and briefly browsed through the investigation results of the female reporter all afternoon.

These are all things that can be heard from the mouths of the villagers, but he actually knows these things.

So this information is not practical at all.

So, he thought for a while and said, "I didn't come here to investigate the cause of the old village chief's disappearance. After all, he was the one who entrusted me at the beginning, but I didn't receive a reply after our correspondence. I was a little worried, so I had to look for it based on the previous clues." gone."

The female reporter nodded thoughtfully: "Then your line of work...isn't it still here to investigate the missing old village chief?"

"..." Detective Windbreaker stuffed her notebook back, gritted her teeth and said, "Can you stop talking to yourself like this, since you can deduce it yourself, why are you talking to me?!"

"Hey, don't be angry, professional habits!"

The female reporter smiled flatteringly, looked at the yard again, and said in a low voice with a serious face: "However, do you think that the attitude of the people in this village towards outsiders is very strange?"

The windbreaker detective frowned slightly: "Very enthusiastic?"

Female reporter: "..."

This child is so innocent, how could he become a detective so miserable.

She withdrew her thoughts and said with a smile: "Of course not. As a tourist village, they must be enthusiastic. What I said is that their confessions to outsiders are completely consistent!"

The detective in the windbreaker had a serious look on his face.

He took the female reporter's notebook and looked at it again, and recalled the news he had inquired about in his mind, and it was almost exactly the same!
Whose mother-in-law was eaten by a monster in the middle of the night, but in fact she just went away; ...just sick.

The only thing that makes it impossible for the villagers to turn around is the old village head who disappeared a few months ago and hasn't come back yet!
They said that this is the reappearance of the legend of "blue-faced fangs", which is why all kinds of strange things have happened in the village, but the villagers' attitude towards this monster does not seem to be fearful, and they can even spread it out to fight a wave of monsters in the village. What about advertising?

"So what do you think?" the female reporter asked again.

"Looking for rumors and creating topics." Detective Windbreaker threw the notes on the table and said with a frown, "A group of people just use this kind of thing for profit."

"Great!" The female reporter gave him a thumbs up.

The little girl who was sitting by the side eating mahua looked at them curiously, and the two adults kept chattering beside them, not knowing what they were talking about.

After a while, the female reporter said mysteriously, "But, do you think that's the only way?"

"Huh?" Detective Trenchcoat raised his eyebrows.

"What if those things are actually true?"

"..."

Before the windbreaker detective could react, there was a sudden movement outside. Someone came over and cautiously peeked at the living room with the open door.

It was the girl in the floral skirt.

Seeing two outsiders in the room, the girl froze for a moment, then said, "Here..."

"Big sister, you're back!" Before she finished speaking, the little girl who was biting the twist tilted her head and said, "Have you finished painting?"

"Ah, not yet." The girl walked in and smiled uncomfortably, "I have no inspiration today."

While talking, she placed the paint bucket she was carrying in the corner of the living room, then sat down on the chair with some restraint, and stared at the other two outsiders.

The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant for a moment.

After a while, the female reporter was the first to ask, "So you live here?"

"Well, I'm staying at the village chief's house during this time." The girl stroked her hair and lowered her eyebrows.

"Is it because of that painting?"

"Ah."

"Are you the acting village head or the old village head who invited you to paint?"

"Ah."

"..."

The female reporter seems to have a social overpowering disorder, and she can talk about anyone she catches, but the girl is more reserved than the detective in the windbreaker. Sitting in the corner, she looks like she will be quiet even if you harass me in every possible way.

The little girl bit the mahua so loudly, she looked at the three people very curiously.

……

In the backyard at this time.

Xu Shuo was chopping vegetables and cooking more quietly. He faintly heard the movement in the living room, turned his head and glanced, with a smile on his face.

These people are all together, and they seem to be having a good chat. I hope they can gain something.

(End of this chapter)