World War I

Chapter 141 Conspiracy in the Forest
The helicopter flew to Umutel village five minutes later.

The helicopter arrived in the blink of an eye, five kilometers away. "This is our village. There are too few people. Don't be surprised. Many people have left here. Only a few people stay to make a living."

The village is hidden among dense giant trees. If you look down from the air, not only satellites but even helicopters can hardly spot the few old wooden houses scattered under the giant trees.

An old lady in her twilight years was standing in front of a low house, leaning on a simple bent wooden cane and pricking up her ears. Her eyesight was poor.

"Is Shuisi back?"

Lingfu Waters strode towards the old woman: "Yes, mother, yes, we are back. You are not feeling well. What are you doing out? What if you catch a cold? Come in quickly."

“There are so few people in this village.”

In the forests of Siberia, some villages have only a few households, and it is normal for them to have more than a dozen people. In official statistics, some villages will be missed. There are ethnic minorities in the forests, such as Tuvans, Buryats, Khakass, etc. The living habits of these ethnic minorities are extremely primitive, comparable to those of African tribes.

Throughout history, the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Turks, Tatars, Mongols, Jurchens, etc. also emerged from the vast Siberian forests and continued to grow stronger and dominate one side.

Among all the policemen, Fedor understood this the best, as his ancestors were Khakass.

He surveyed the village from front to back. "Sheriff, I haven't found anything unusual. The house is very old, and some of the wood is cracking. It can't be newly built. There's moss in the well, which can't have grown suddenly. The chimney on the roof is black, which can't have been smoked all of a sudden. Aside from the lack of people, I haven't found any flaws."

In the village, most of the houses were locked, only three houses had their doors unlocked.

In front of the locked house, weeds grew everywhere and yellow leaves covered the ground. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

"What about the remaining two households?"

"They've all gone hunting, officer. You can wait for them to come back. They'll be back before dark."

"Would you allow us to visit your home?"

"of course."

Irina couldn't bear it any longer. "Luo Ye, it's so obvious, why are you still doubting it?"

"There's no such village on White Bear's map. That's the biggest question mark. Even a team of 800 people couldn't find this village. Don't you think it's strange?"

Turgenev said, "Captain Luo, it's right to be careful. I don't see anything wrong with this village."

Just as Luo Ye was walking towards Lingfu Shuis's house, the satellite phone rang.

Luo Ye took the old-fashioned satellite phone, which looked like a brick, from Pan Pan's hand. "Sheriff, something happened at the police station. Mark's lover has died. We just received a report. Can you come back and deal with it?"

The person who called turned out to be Dr. Ste.

"Tell Sonya and Chris to protect the scene and don't let Mark interfere. I'll be back soon!"

Luo Ye took a look at the wooden house and no longer hesitated.

The helicopter rushed back to the town of Kursk at the fastest speed.

The helicopter took off into the air, and the dust and fallen leaves kicked up by the propellers hit people's faces. The old woman's back suddenly straightened up, and her body became plump and full. She stretched out her hand and revealed a fair and crystal face.

The door of the wooden house opened and Mammoth Spirit walked out.

"Luo Ye, it's quite interesting. What do you think, Great Wizard?"

"Leave this man to me. Do not kill him without my permission. This is my request."

Mammoth Spirit smiled and said, "Your request is too simple. I can agree to it. This isn't really your request. You can ask for another one. I'm curious what you like about him. He's a dangerous little guy who could cause us trouble." "He has what I need."

"what?"

"It's a magical active substance. I thought there was no such thing in the world, but I didn't expect it to exist. It's so rare. I'll tell you when I get it. When they come next time, let them rescue me. It's time to activate this skin. Be careful and don't cause any trouble, otherwise, it will affect the ancient agreement between you and me."

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In the town of Kursk, the helicopter flew straight to the scene of the incident - Apartment No. 13 Stephen Street.

No one would have thought that the police would actually come in a helicopter. Russia also has neighborhood committees, and in the last century, our country copied many things from the Russians.

When the neighborhood committee director, Aunt Georgia Zamora, saw the police, she immediately ran over.

"Who called the police?"

"It's me, it's me, it's me. I made an appointment with Mary Hayes last night. Today, the residents of the street were rehearsing a program, choreographing a tap dance for the day of awakening. Everyone came, but she didn't come. So I went to knock on her door, but no one answered after knocking for a long time. I sent someone to the post office to look for her, but no one came. I was afraid she might have an accident, so I went to her house and knocked on the door again. I heard the sound of water in her room, as if the faucet was not turned off tightly. I didn't care, so I asked someone to knock on the door. As a result, she was found dead in her bed."

Sobriety Day is a unique Russian holiday, celebrated on September 9th each year, which serves as a wake-up call for those with alcohol problems.

Russia is full of alcoholics, and hundreds of thousands of them die from alcohol every year. If we don't take the alcohol problem seriously, our descendants will gradually eliminate it.

Tap dance is a folk dance of the Russian ethnic group.

To perform this dance, men, women, young and old wear leather shoes and join in. Accompanied by an accordion, everyone forms a circle and taps the ground with their toes, heels, or other parts of their feet, making a tapping sound. Women wave their handkerchiefs as they dance, while men whistle. The accordionist also joins in the dance, playing and dancing.

Mary Hayes' task in the show was to play the organ. Luo Ye didn't expect that Mary Hayes was actually an expert in playing the accordion. Unfortunately, she is gone now.

Not to mention that the cause of death had not yet been investigated, but the first thought that popped into Luo Ye's mind was: Mark killed her! The second thought was that he had harmed her.

Mary Hayes's room was on the fifth floor of the apartment building, room 511.

When they arrived at the door, Stanislav and Sonya were guarding it.

"Sheriff, you're here so quickly. It's great to have a helicopter."

"She lives with Mark. Where is Mark?"

"I'm here."

At the other end of the corridor, Mark walked over sadly, his steps heavy and his eyes red and swollen.

"I'm Mary Hayes' boyfriend. I can't escape suspicion, so I stayed out of it and waited for you, Sheriff, to come back and investigate."

When Luo Ye took the death row prisoner into the forest this morning, Mark happened to come to work, and Luo Ye greeted him.

"Were you with Mary Hayes last night?"

"It just so happened that I wasn't with her last night. I played bridge with some friends all night long."

"Who are you with?"

Luo Ye asked, but he was cursing in his heart: You dead idiot, you want to fool me, no way.

(End of this chapter)