Anxi put the correction fluid back into her pocket.
Zhao Shan was still trembling and crying under the quilt.
An Qian ignored him and walked out of the house to find Zhang Rende who was busy everywhere.
"Brother Zhang." An Qian stopped Zhang Rende.
Zhang Rende heard someone calling him, and when he turned around and found that it was An Qian, he was a little surprised: "Why are you here? What happened?"
An Qian said bluntly: "The man named Zhao Shan in the room wanted to touch me, so I beat him."
"This..." Zhang Rende was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, "Hey... it's not impossible for Zhao Shan. Let's do this, I'll give you another one."
"Okay, but..." An Qian changed the topic, "Before that, I want to ask about Wang Cuizhu."
Zhang Rende frowned when he heard the name, "Why did you mention her?"
An Qian told me about her previous encounter with Jiang Wenwei, "He told me about Wang Cuizhu's family, and then I encountered something strange last night."
An Qian knew that her investigation into the village could not be hidden, and the villagers could not move. It would be better to directly turn against the guest, tell her about being attacked by the White Walkers, and pretend to be scared and worried to ask, so as to obtain more information.
After listening to An Qian's description, Zhang Rende was silent for a while, and then said: "I also know a little about Wang Cuizhu's family. But don't listen to Zhao Shan's nonsense. I don't know whether the villagers were killed because of the White Walkers, but the volunteers I led No one was hurt."
"But... volunteers have indeed been harassed by white ghosts before. But don't worry, such things will happen at the beginning. After knowing that gods can also bless people outside the village, every time volunteers encounter something strange, they go to the temple Goodbye, and usually nothing happens again.”
An Qian waited for Zhang Rende to finish everything, then she was silent for a while and suddenly said: "There is such a thing in the village, why didn't you tell us clearly at the beginning."
Zhang Rende looked embarrassed: "Not many members would have come to participate in volunteer activities. If I had made it clear to you from the beginning, even fewer members would be willing to participate. This is our fault, and I apologize to you. But you have also seen it. , Heshui Village really needs help, and we couldn’t help but hide the news."
"One more thing, not everyone will believe this if I tell you. If I ask you to go to the temple to pray for blessings, wouldn't it look like a pyramid scheme? Only after you come here and experience it will you understand."
An Qian said nothing. No matter how beautifully Zhang Rende said it, the essence of it was that in order to help the poor villagers, they had to sacrifice volunteers like them to a certain extent.
Zhang Rende asked carefully: "Do you want me to take you to the temple to pray for blessings?"
An Qian shook her head, her eyes showing pretended worry: "Forget it, praying to gods seems weird. It won't be too late for me to go if something weird happens again."
"Yes, yes, I understand your thoughts. I also thought praying for blessings was very superstitious at first." Zhang Rende followed An Qian's words and said, "Whenever you want to go to the temple, please let me know at any time."
"Okay." Anxi nodded.
Zhang Rende added: "Then I will take you to other villagers' homes."
Anxi refused: "No, I was scared last night. I didn't sleep all night and I didn't feel very comfortable. I want to go back to the house and lie down for a while."
"Okay, okay, yes, you go back to the house and lie down." Zhang Rende comforted An Qian a few more words, and then went back to work.
An Qian waited there for a while and watched Zhang Rende leave before leaving.
Instead of walking towards the courtyard where she lived, she changed direction and walked towards the west.
Yesterday Jiang Wenwei pointed out that Wang Cuizhu's family was in the northwest, and An Qian wanted to visit their home.
When she arrived at the northwest, she grabbed a passing villager and asked.
The villagers trembled when they heard Wang Cuizhu's name, and asked: "Why are you mentioning her? Their whole family is like that... Forget it, don't hold me, I tell you, if you walk further in, you should be able to see their house." ”
After the villager finished speaking, as if he was afraid of something, he pulled Anxi's hand away from his neighbor and ran away quickly.
Anxi followed the direction pointed by the villagers and found a yard covered with weeds. There were chains tied to the door of the yard, as if they were binding something, and it was depressing and gloomy.
Anxi first found a big stone and tried to break the lock, but it couldn't be broken. Finally, she used correction fluid to open the door lock and stepped into the yard.
Wang Cuizhu's family should not be considered rich. There is only a large room in the courtyard connected to the kitchen and a warehouse.
As soon as I took a step forward, the smell of old dust hit my face. There were weeds growing in the yard, but it was not messy.
But once inside the house, it was completely different.
The torn quilts, broken pots and pans on the floor, and dried blood all proved that a murder had occurred here.
It is consistent with what Jiang Wenwei said.
Anxi boldly walked around the house several times, but couldn't find any diaries, photos... anything that might leave clues.
"I remember her children were quite young." An Qian recalled what Jiang Wenwei said.
Suddenly he squatted down and looked at the wall carefully.
After walking around the wall, Anxi finally found what she wanted in a corner, a pencil graffiti.
Children can't help but scribble on the walls.
The pencil graffiti could not be saved. Anxi observed carefully and identified three stick figures. Two of the stick figures had square heads and the other had a round head.
"This painting is of their family of three?"
Anxi observed the painting on the wall. The square-headed stick figure was taller than the round-headed stick figure, which meant that the square shape was her father, the round shape was her mother, and the smallest one was herself.
She has the same square head as her father.
An Qian looked at the two shapes and pondered, "This square should represent the face shape. The child has a square face like the father, and the mother has a round face. So... the child may be Zhang Baohai's biological child."
Jiang Wenwei said that Zhang Baohai suspected that his daughter was not his biological child, so he killed her in a rage.
Maybe the truth is not what Zhang Baohai imagined.
Anxi then groped around the wall for a while.
I saw a few more graffiti, but they were just big trees, chickens, etc., and did not reveal any information about the home.
After confirming that no more information was available, An Qian left Wang Cuizhu's house, returned to where she lived, fell on the bed and fell asleep.
She was really tired today and her strength was completely exhausted.
While Anxi was sleeping, today's activities ended and others returned to the yard one after another.
The second day in the village was more customary than the first. After dinner, everyone performed their duties, boiled water and washed up, and then returned to the kang to prepare for rest.
