It turns out that the meat on the village chief’s hair is human flesh! So generous, so much!
Therefore, when the meat is cooked, it must be cut into such small pieces, and the villagers must be asked to use strong and dark seasonings to cover up the texture of the meat itself.
In remote mountain villages, where laws cannot restrain them, human flesh is the least valuable, and human life is also the least valuable.
I just don’t know whose mother, father, son or daughter these people who were eaten are?
Ji Wanrong had an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Shi Heng was also silent, his eyes dark. He had been investigating cases for many years, but he had never seen cannibalism before.
It’s not eaten by one person, it’s eaten by a village, it’s eaten over time.
Dare I ask how many people will be eaten like this? And where did this person come from?
Seeing Xiaoqing running back to the door happily with the chopsticks that had been washed several times, Ji Wanrong and the others immediately stopped talking.
Ji Wanrong took a deep breath, stood up again, walked to Xiaoqing's side, and took the chopsticks from her hand.
Seeing Shi Heng taking away the bowl of braised pork on the table in time, Ji Wanrong hugged Xiao Qing and sat back on the long bench in front of the wooden table.
Xiaoqing was still a little confused as to why Shi Heng took away the braised pork, and then heard Ji Wanrong's voice in his ears.
"Xiao Qing, you used to eat this kind of meat, right?"
Xiao Qing did not hesitate and nodded bluntly: "Yes, Uncle Shan's meat is available in the whole village."
Ji Wanrong held Xiaoqing's hand tightly, and then continued to ask calmly: "When did Uncle Shan start giving meat to everyone?"
Xiaoqing shook her head: "I don't know. It has been there since I was born. Grandma should know, but grandma can't speak now and can't answer my sister's questions."
Xiaoqing is five or six years old, but that means people in this village have been eating meat for at least five or six years.
It was also a long time ago that the villagers in the village became infected with madness one after another.
When Shi Heng heard this, he asked cautiously: "Does Xiaoqing feel anything strange in the village, or that the number of people in the village has decreased on a large scale?"
"For example, someone who was playing with you a few days ago suddenly disappeared."
This question is a bit complicated. Xiaoqing thought for a long time before nodding affirmatively: "No, except for those who were killed by the village chief after getting sick, no one in the village suddenly disappeared."
Upon hearing this, the three of them quickly looked at each other and saw the answer they wanted in each other's eyes.
It is very likely that the human flesh was cut and divided from those who were killed.
Ji Wanrong recalled Aunt Sun's symptoms, and a vague suspicion suddenly appeared in her mind. This suspicion was not strong.
Ji Wanrong didn't catch it in time, and the thought ran away in a flash.
"Does Xiaoqing know where the village chief buried those people who got mad?"
Xiaoqing nodded: "I know. Grandma told me not to go near there before. Even on Lizi Hill at the end of the village, the bodies of sick people are buried."
Ji Wanrong heard this and nodded again.
If we went to Lizi Mountain at night and couldn't dig up any corpses, it would prove that all the human flesh came from villagers who died of illness in Hezaozhuang.
When night fell, Ji Wanrong gave Xiaoqing a little harmless sweat medicine to ensure that she slept peacefully.
Then they squeezed the time, and when midnight came and everyone in the village fell asleep, the three of them headed to the Lizi Mountain at the end of the village that Xiaoqing mentioned.
Mo Jiecheng had already checked the topography of Zaozhuang when he was stealing vegetables, so as soon as he went out, he rushed to Lizi Mountain at the end of the village.
Although Chestnut Mountain is called a mountain, it is actually just a few continuous hills. The hills are round and look like chestnuts, hence the name.
There are some bulging graves on the hill. New graves and old graves stand in a mess. The moonlight shines on the graves, which are pale and pale.
Behind Lizi Mountain, there is also a dense locust forest, which makes the entire Lizi Mountain look ghostly.
Ji Wanrong and others searched carefully and found a newer-looking grave. The soil on it seemed to have been recently renovated.
They were not sure whether it was because the villagers had turned over the soil to bury them, or whether the village chief had turned over the soil to dig people out.
"Dig?" Ji Wanrong looked at the dirt bag under his feet, feeling a little trembling in his heart.
This was her first time digging ancestral graves.
"Dig!" Shi Heng and Mo Jiecheng said in unison.
After they said this, they took the tools handed over by Ji Wanrong, and the two of them bent down and started digging the graves at their feet.
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Those skilled movements seemed like they had been dug countless times before.
The few of them have been together for a long time. Not only are they good at stealing food and deceiving people, but they are also familiar with digging graves.
As soon as the shovel was shoveled down, soil particles flew into the sky, forming a small mound behind everyone.
The coffin was buried very thin. As soon as Ji Wanrong shoveled down, he felt his shovel hit the hard coffin board.
Her eyes lit up and she looked at Mo Jiecheng. Then she squatted down and tried to dig it up with her hands.
But before Ji Wanrong's hand touched the soil, a few dogs barked in the distance, followed by another alert middle-aged male voice.
"Who is it? Who is where?"
The three of them were excited, and after looking at each other, Mo Jiecheng hugged Ji Wanrong, and the two of them flew to the locust tree behind the mountain together.
Shi Heng looked at the mound in front of him, which proved that someone had obviously dug a grave here. He just wanted to restore the mound in front of him to its original appearance, but the barking of dogs in his ears got closer and closer.
It's too late!
Shi Heng took a deep breath and used Qinggong to fly up to the treetops.
Every Zhuangzi has a dedicated well digger, and Zaozhuang is no exception. The patrolling dog in the world had such a big reaction, so he hesitated to go this way.
The further we walked, the louder the dog barked. The howling made the villagers in the surrounding houses light candles and prepare to come out to see what was going on outside.
"Old Wu, what happened to you?" The villager went out and shouted to the watchman in the yard.
Ji Wanrong pursed her lips and saw the watchers getting closer and closer, hoping to find traces of their digging graves.
If people from Zaozhuang find them digging graves late at night, they will be kicked out by these people regardless of whether they can discover the village chief's secret.
And Xiaoqing and Grandma, who took them in, may not end well either.
