Although Zhuang Youjie understood some things, there were many things he hadn't thought of yet, so Liang Yuanque simply explained them to him.
After hearing this, he was stunned, "Shui Village doesn't allow intermarriage with outsiders, doesn't it? Then how did the Han women stay in Shuizhai?"
"It's hard to judge," Liang Yuanque said, shaking his head. "Maybe the woman has concealed her true identity, or maybe the men in the water village need her to solve their physiological needs."
"Then how did she enter the water village? Was she kidnapped or did she go in voluntarily?"
Zhuang Youjie couldn't help but think that the men in Shuizhai needed a prostitute, but the women in Shuizhai didn't know how to make a living, so they had no choice but to go out and kidnap a Han woman and force her to look like a Shuizhai.
It's so terrible. There are murders and kidnappings in Shuizhai. Do you really think there is no royal law in this world?
If you think about it carefully, the outside world doesn't know what happened inside them at all. Doesn't it mean that they have no control over it?
"What you just said is right," Liang Yuanque called him back to his thoughts, "We really need to go back to the village to see this woman and Fusha."
"I speculate that the truth we are looking for lies in these two women."
It sounds simple, but if you really want to go in again, what method should you use?
You definitely can't get in. Everyone in the water village, men, women, old and young, probably already remembers them.
As long as they dare to appear near the water village, even a spit from the people inside can drown them.
Zhuang Youjie looked at Liang Yuanque, thinking that he might be able to come up with some clever plan.
As a result, Liang Yuanque lowered his head and thought for a while and said to him,
"Forget it, let's take a long-term view. Let's take care of ourselves first."
The case this time is different from the previous ones. The person is dead anyway, and the suspicious water village is right there, and he can't escape.
Liang Yuanque's client didn't push, so they didn't have to race against time like before.
Zhuang Youjie felt that Liang Yuanque's body should be quite uncomfortable this time. He had been out of shape since coming out of the water village.
He used to work non-stop, but now he starts to find excuses for himself to take a rest.
The Chinese medicine Liang Yuanque carried with him had been soaked by the river water, so he could only take the Western medicine in the medicine bottle first.
Some of the pills were actually not much better and had been soaked into soup by the river water.
He could only pour the "medicinal soup" on oil paper and put it on the stove together with the banknotes in his pocket.
The doctor is very responsible. He says he is responsible for their food and clothing. He prepares rich meals for breakfast and lunch.
On the third day ashore, Liang Yuanque was eating dinner when he suddenly exclaimed,
"broken!"
Zhuang Youjie and the doctor were both startled by him. Zhuang Youjie thought he was feeling unwell, so he dropped the bowl and hurriedly checked, but he almost choked to death on the rice.
"Ahem, cough, what's going on..."
Liang Yuanque clenched his fist and knocked on his back to calm him down, "I was careless. Shuizhai will not run away, but there is no guarantee that the woman and Fusha will not die!"
He really wanted to slap himself. It seemed that his brain was filled with water when he jumped into the river.
Zhuang Youjie finally calmed down and looked at him in surprise, "What should we do?"
"Go to Uncle Wonton tomorrow morning to find a way. He has lived here for so long, and he will definitely be able to think of a way to sneak into the water village."
When they were talking, although the doctor was by his side, he didn't say a word. At this moment, he perfectly acted as a deaf person.
It wasn't because of his high professionalism. After Liang Yuanque woke up, he gave him some money and asked him not to be curious about their identities and what they were going to do, and not to go out and talk nonsense.
Life in this world is difficult, who can't live with money? The doctor happily accepted the money, made a promise to Liang Yuanque, and thoughtfully asked them if they wanted to have some good snacks in the evening.
Liang Yuanque was not in the mood to eat today's dinner. He went back to his room and started sorting out his action plan for tomorrow.
Zhuang Youjie felt very hungry these past few days, perhaps due to the heavy physical exertion, so he ate the remaining food from Liang Yuanque.
After dinner, Liang Yuanque urged him to go to bed quickly. They had to act as early as possible tomorrow.
Zhuang Youjie obediently went to bed and urged himself to fall asleep.
Before going to bed, he put another plaster on his ankle to prevent it from falling off tomorrow.
Although this small clinic in the countryside cannot cure very complicated diseases, it still has a way of treating such injuries.
After all, the people living nearby are working people. It is inevitable that there will be bumps and bruises in daily life. Where there is demand, there is a market.
This plaster is said to have been invented by the doctor's great-grandfather, and it is said that it has been famous in Luochuanshui Town for nearly a hundred years.
Zhuang Youjie has been applying plaster these days, and the swelling in his ankle has gone away to the point where it is almost invisible.
Not long after the lights were turned off, Liang Yuanque heard Zhuang Youjie's steady breathing next to him. It seemed that his performance was as stable as ever, and he quickly fell asleep.
He didn't sleep as well as Zhuang Youjie. He tossed and turned until late at night, but his mind was still awake and he didn't feel sleepy at all.
As a detective, it is common for him to stay up late and work on cases day and night, so his schedule is very irregular.
In order to ensure sufficient energy while working, he gradually developed a method of controlling sleep. When he felt that he needed sleep, he would fall asleep.
Tossing and turning tonight clearly indicates that his "magic skill" is temporarily ineffective.
There were no curtains in this room, and a ray of clear moonlight shone in from the window, hitting the wilted daffodils by the bedside.
He had to admit that he was disturbed again.
Damn you, you still like to play with my mentality after so many years. If I catch you another day, I will definitely find a vicious ravine to bury you!
Liang Yuanque was cursing in his mind when he saw a figure flashing past the window.
The figure may not have noticed that the person lying in the dark was not asleep at all, so he very skillfully pried open the simple window lock from the outside, climbed in with his legs raised.
The man who climbed in showed no signs of being nervous as a night crawler, and was even humming quietly.
The music he sang was the most popular record music nowadays, but not a single note was in tune.
The man did not look at the Liang Yuanque on the bed, but picked up the wilted daffodils on the bedside.
Liang Yuanque, who was sitting on the bed, felt that the time was almost up, so he hid in the darkness and spoke,
"Why are you sending flowers? If you can, give me some money."
The man in black paused for a moment, "Ouyou, you've grown so much that you can even notice my presence."
"Hey," Liang Yuanque let out a disdainful breath, "How powerful do you think you are? I'm too lazy to understand you."
The man saw the clues at this time, "Actually, you didn't sleep at all, right?"
Liang Yuanque snorted again and ignored the topic, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard that you were sick, so I came to see you." The man said.
"Tell the truth." Liang Yuanque rolled his eyes in the darkness.
"Oh, how could you do this? Can't I just come to visit you?"
The man's voice rose a little uncontrollably,
"Do you think my brother is such a ruthless person?"
Liang Yuanque thought that Zhuang Youjie was still sleeping next to him, so he immediately stopped him, "Shh, be careful..."
Before the words could be spoken, the man said, "Oh, your kid is awake."
Liang Yuanque looked back, and sure enough, Zhuang Youjie scratched his head and sat up, with a confused tone,
"Aque, who are you talking to?"
