After Chen Qingqing made such a fuss, Tu Cheng started to become serious.
Share what you know with him.
Beiliu Chanyuan governs the boundary between Beizhou and Liuzhou.
There have also been many similar missing persons incidents in the two states.
However, after an investigation by the Beiliu Zen Monastery that yielded nothing, the Zen dean finally concluded the case hastily as human trafficking.
Only Tucheng was skeptical.
He visited eighteen cities in two states and put together the accounts of all the victims.
Coupled with the information provided by mortal temples in various places, we discovered what they have in common.
And came to a conclusion that is not a conclusion: every time the population disappears, there will be a folk art troupe known as the "Jiaodian Opera Paradise" performing various "magic" and "magic arts" nearby.
The theater troupe stayed in the world for a short time in various cities.
Mostly on the 18th.
And with the disappearance of the theater troupe, there will no longer be large-scale disappearances of people.
"Did this troupe appear in Jiuzhen City?"
"Appeared!"
Tu Cheng said with great certainty:
"I once followed the footsteps of the troupe and entered the paradise they talked about. Everywhere I looked, they were just mortals!"
Mu Nan frowned: "If a mortal commits the crime, there will be no traces. No matter how bad it is, there will be some flaws. Is this a coincidence?"
Tu Cheng shook his head.
"One city can be regarded as a coincidence. More than 1,900 people have disappeared from the eighteen cities in Beiliu and two states, and there are theater troupes in them. It is exactly the same as Jiuzhen City. Do you think it is still a coincidence?"
Mu Nan felt that his analysis was reasonable.
There are too many coincidences, that’s the truth!
"It shouldn't be a coincidence! Can you still find the location of the troupe?"
"I can guess."
Tucheng squatted on the ground, picked up a branch at random, and started writing and drawing.
"The troupe performed in the city for the first two days, and then stayed in the south, east, and west of the city for four days each. Based on this, we can infer that, as expected, the next appearance should be in the north of Jiuzhen City."
Mu Nan guessed that the disappearance of people was related to the theater troupe.
So, performing in the city for the first two days must be to gain popularity.
Then he moved out of the city to make it easier to commit crimes.
The only thing that cannot be explained is that two more children were lost in Jiuzhen City today.
It stands to reason that everyone in every household is in danger, and no one even goes out.
How did the troupe do this?
The crime was committed against the wind, but no one was alarmed?
Only evil spirits can do this!
But Jiuzhen City seems to have no trace of evil spirit remaining.
A big headache for a while.
Mu Nan asked: "When will the troupe start performing?"
"Work at sunset and rest at sunrise. There should be no other changes."
Jiaodian Opera is also called Baixi. In addition to acrobatics, it also includes Jiao Di, illusions, games, etc.
Whether it’s the visual effects or the secrets involved, performing at night is a normal operation.
The only thing that doesn't make sense is that it's "too much of a coincidence".
Mu Nan nodded.
"Let's go back to the city's municipal government department first, share information with the rest of the team, and then discuss it."
"Is there anyone else traveling with you?"
"There are six of us in this group. We have this kind of information. Naturally, we need to communicate with the rest of the team and then consider it together based on our respective information."
Tu Cheng waved his hand, slightly hesitant.
"I'm used to walking alone, and I don't like crowded situations. Why don't I wait for you at the Maoting three miles north of the city. If you have any other information, let me know. If not, just watch a hundred plays to broaden your horizons."
Mu Nan did not force others to do anything.
After watching Tu Cheng leave, he returned to the Daofu Department alone with the information he obtained.
As soon as I walked in, I found that everyone had already returned.
He is the last one.
It was just those interesting eyes that always gave him a "creepy" feeling.
No need to think too much.
Chen Qingqing must have said something "one-sided" that should not have been said.
Such as the wild, battlefield, Longyang, bald and so on.
So the moment he entered the room, Xie Huaiwei subconsciously took a step back.
It was as if he had really done something extraordinary.
Only Ji Boda had light in his eyes.
A different light.
"Uncle Pastor is back, have you got any clues?"
Ji Boda asked, timely easing the different atmosphere.
Mu Nan wanted to explain clearly the cause and effect, but now he didn't know where to start, so he had to pick the key points and said:
"I have a friend..."
Chen Qingqing was very expressive today, so she took advantage of the situation and said, "Everyone knows!"
Mu Nan said in a deep voice: "A normal friend!"
"Uncle Master said it's normal, then it must be normal!"
Xie Huaigu, who was watching the excitement, didn't think it was a big deal and intervened.
It seems to be a relief, but in fact it is a salary increase.
Mu Nan was eager to tell the whole story, so she only glanced at him and continued:
"He gave me information worth examining."
Unexpectedly, Wen Yuanzheng also started to join in the fun.
He patted his head and said, "Push or knock?"
The two female nuns present turned their faces away with their ears red.
Ji Boda and Xie Huaigu's eyes became even more meaningful.
Mu Nan was depressed by your words and my words. He drank a cup of tea and comforted himself: People with dark hearts can never see the light.
He spoke faster:
"This type of missing people has occurred in the eighteen cities of Beizhou and Liuzhou. The number of missing people is close to two thousand!"
Ji Boda was startled and began to look at it seriously.
"Beiliu and Beiliu Prefectures, relying on Beiliu Zen Monastery, there are eighteen cities where such things happened. I would like to ask my uncle to tell you in detail."
Everyone was finally willing to listen to him calmly.
He was very relieved.
Then, he finished the information he got from Tucheng word for word, and added: "The theater troupe is all mortals, Master Tucheng has been there."
In the eyes of the Taoist cultivator, what the Buddhist cultivator said was extremely untrustworthy, and even somewhat scornful.
The differences in the practice system make Taoist practitioners feel that Buddhist practice has no real ability except to confuse people's hearts.
Therefore, everyone present ignored his addition without exception.
Ji Boda briefly stated the information obtained by several people.
Very few are useful.
Xie Huaiwei and Xie Huaigu didn't even knock on the victim's door.
Even though they forced a door open, they didn't get any useful clues.
Mu Nan guessed that there was something wrong with the way they pushed the door open.
At this time, you should look for a door with children and no men to push it, in order to extract the desired information.
He has experience with this.
But Chen Qingqing learned nothing except seeing the "indecentness" of him and Tucheng.
No wonder, with the billowing smoke and gloomy air, anyone who sees it will avoid it.
Wen Yuanzheng walked around the city three times with a fierce look, but did not find even a ray of yin energy!
From this point of view, Mu Nan's clue that was not a clue became the only clue.
"A dead horse is a live doctor, let's go find out tonight!"
Ji Boda made the final decision.
"I just don't know where the troupe is performing."
"According to Tucheng's calculation, he should be in the north of the city. He is already waiting for us at the Maoting."
Although Mu Nan was afraid of causing ambiguity, he deliberately added the word "men" at the end, but he still messed up what had already been done.
“It’s nice to have someone to wait for!”
"Whoever it is!"
Wen Yuanzheng patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear:
"Brother Nan, a sparrow knows the ambition of a swan! They will never truly understand your greatness!"
Mu Nantian really thought that someone finally believed that he was innocent, and he was still feeling emotional in his heart.
"As expected of my brother, I like to hear these words. Say more!"
"You stupid man, you are mighty and majestic!"
Wen Yuanzheng hummed a tune, passing by the assembly hall sideways, thinking he was mysterious and cool.
"It's the man who's roping a horse! roping a horse! roping a horse! roping a horse!"
Mu Nan's wail echoed in the Taoist Department.
Enduring
…
got windy.
Very big.
The thatched pavilion three miles north of the city was already dilapidated, and the few remaining straws were blown away like arrows.
Soon it was all bare.
Under the thatched pavilion, a group of people greeted Tucheng "friendly".
The glance in his eyes made Mu Nan feel ashamed again.
He couldn't help but ask himself: Why did he participate in this mission?
"Uncle Pastor, please follow!"
The team has grown by one person.
Monk Tucheng is not old-fashioned.
On the contrary, it didn't take long before he got along with everyone.
This made the figure following far behind look even more lonely.
Loneliness that is not understood.
Fortunately, they all took the main road and were not far from the troupe.
It looks like about five miles or so.
The words "Jiaodian Opera Paradise" were exposed in front of several people.
The theater troupe is located on a relatively wide flat land, neatly surrounded by low fences.
All at a glance.
