Deyou Street, Nanluo Lane, Songzhai
When Yue Guanchao and Lu Fengjian got off the rickshaw, they saw the courtyard of Song's house in front of them in the distance. The tall courtyard walls were made of rammed earth and bricks, and the eaves of corner pavilions were looming. Occasionally, dense branches and leaves stretched out of the courtyard, swaying with the noisy chirping of cicadas in the summer.
Before they knocked on the door, the Tongnuo door opened with a bang, and an old man in a mandarin jacket came out: "Hello, you two~ It's Mr. Yue and Mr. Lu, the lady has already said hello to us, you two Come with me."
While they were talking, they walked through the screen wall corridor, passed a few steps into the courtyard, and came to the east wing of the north courtyard.
Yue Guanchao looked through the round arch and saw Song Siyuan with her hair loose, wearing only a silk gauze skirt and sitting under the eaves to bask in the sun.
"Miss, your friend has arrived."
Uncle Song leaned over and struck Qian'er, then quietly exited the east courtyard.
Song Siyuan called them into the study: "Fengjian, you said on the phone that you had something important to tell me. Did you encounter any difficulties?"
"Actually, it's me who wants to ask for your help!" Yue Guanchao stepped forward first. Song Siyuan seemed to have guessed that it was him, and there was no surprise on her face: "As expected!"
"Do you know Witch Coffin Town?"
When asking for help, you have to be open and honest. Yue Guanchao asked about the place name without any concealment.
"Hmm... I don't know. I just returned from studying in England a few years ago. I have only lived in Fengtian for three years. I don't seem to have heard any news about Wu Coffin Town."
Song Siyuan raised her arms and continued to ask: "What does Wu Coffin Town do? It sounds like some kind of hidden tribe."
Yue Guanchao recalled what he had found, put away his cynical expression, and straightened his attitude: "Miss Song, I don't know much about this village, but my second uncle was a bandit twenty-five years ago. At that time, he and the big boss were together. We went to Wu Coffin Town to steal treasures. Unexpectedly, hundreds of people died. Only he escaped with me in his arms. Recently, those bandits came to our door again. They wanted us to find the treasures that had not been shipped out back then. If If you don’t agree, my brother’s life will be lost.”
"I thought to myself that my second uncle is getting older, so I want to take care of things like finding treasures for him."
"So, you want to find out the details before setting off so that you can take precautions."
After Song Siyuan heard him explain the cause and effect, she immediately understood Yue Guanchao's intention. She thought for a moment and wrote many doubts on plain white paper: twenty-five years ago, Wu Coffin Town, bandits stealing treasures, and the entire army was annihilated.
Song Siyuan then picked up the phone, fiddled with the roulette wheel with her delicate hands, and said into the receiver: "Help me check the news about Wu Coffin Town, and pay special attention..."
Only an hour after she hung up, Uncle Song led another person to the study room. Yue Guanchao still had an impression of him as the "Secretary Song" who helped him out of trouble in the morning!
Seeing that they were both unfamiliar with each other, Song Siyuan introduced them to them: "To give you a brief introduction, he is Song Qingyang, the general patrol secretary of the police station. He is also my cousin and belongs to the same clan. The other Mr. Lu is my high school classmate. , as for this Mr. Yue, he is a friend we just met."
Song Qingyang nodded slightly, took out the brown file bag from his briefcase, and explained the investigation situation: "Sister, I checked the Wu Coffin Town you asked me to check. Unfortunately, there is only this place name, but the file is blank. of?"
These words poured cold water on everyone!
A chill suddenly rose up Yue Guanchao's back. In a village that had existed in history, someone actually deliberately destroyed its historical data. If the second uncle hadn't remembered it wrong, it means that someone didn't want the world to know the secret of Wu Coffin Town!
"Impossible, who would destroy information about a little-known village!"
Song Siyuan did not believe in evil, so she took the file bag and browsed it carefully. Except for the three words Wu Coffin Town, there was no record in the file.
She rubbed the file bag and kept chewing on the current situation, and immediately came up with a new idea: "There is indeed something strange. We can't find any clues. Maybe we can change our thinking. I believe that if the geese pass by, they will leave traces. As long as something happens, there will be Records, and the fact that the files were destroyed shows that this village was recorded in the past.”
She paced back and forth behind the desk, her thoughts gradually tumbling in her mind, and she inadvertently looked at the desk calendar.
Song Siyuan suddenly had an idea, stopped suddenly, picked up the calendar and looked at everyone: "Twenty-five years ago, it happened to be 1900, which coincided with the Year of the Rat. There is a saying among the people that the Gengzi country is in trouble, and all natural and earthly disasters will happen. Special attention was paid to it. Since so many people were wiped out, there must have been a natural disaster or an earthquake. Even if the two sides really fought and exhausted their force, with so many casualties, the newspapers at the time would definitely report it."
Yue Guanchao instantly understood the hint in her words: "We can check all the newspapers published in Northeast China in 1900, and we can always find something."
This clue gave them new hope.
Song Qingyang hesitated to speak, but Song Siyuan saw what he meant: "You are the general inspection secretary. It shouldn't be difficult for you to check a newspaper, right?"
