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Chapter 481 Spending Money to Buy Clues

"Thank you for the money, so generous!"

The masked Dongyang man grabbed the silver dollar tightly and rubbed it on his sleeve, his small eyes suddenly became more energetic.

People who walk can't hide their excitement and satisfaction.The clogs sounded very rhythmically when they stepped on the ground.

Qilan put away the knife, looked warily at the lazy figure in front of him, and followed him:
"Okay, take the money, please lead the way!"

The person who led the way didn't seem to be lying.

Playing with the gleaming silver dollar with both hands, he strode towards a left road.

And in that direction, there is indeed a stinky ditch for ordinary people living along the street to dump sewage.

The ditch is not very deep, and it stretches in a zigzag way in this small palm-sized place.

Vegetable leaves and rotten fruits float in summer, while garbage and dead rats float in winter.Famous for its stench.

As the destination got closer, Qilan's heart beat faster, and the veins on his temples also quietly protruded.

"If I knew the dead person in the ditch, wouldn't it be a new trouble?"

"Sneaked into my yard in the middle of the night with a gun, who could it be?"

A familiar face flashed across my mind--
Isn't Qin Feng like a follower, trying to catch him everywhere?

If this guy took advantage of the dark night and high winds to climb over the wall and enter the house and died in his own yard, he would not be able to wash himself clean by jumping into the Yellow River.

The two walked through the streets one after the other.

There was no talking all the way, each had their own plans, and the dispute was temporarily stopped, but it seemed a little bit like an accomplice.

The ditch that had frozen over in winter appeared, and it still stinks at night.

The masked Dongyang man covered his nose and hid under the tree outside the ditch, unwilling to move there:

"I don't like the smell, you have to see for yourself."

Standing by the edge of the ice floes, Qilan's eyes fell on a piece of frozen cloth shoe that was sticking out of the ice.

At first glance, it looks like someone is lying under the ice.

However, when changing the angle of view and looking closely from the side, it was found that there were no humanoid objects under the ice layer.The boy became confused and shouted under the tree:

"There are only shoes in the ditch—the ones who lied to me?"

"Impossible!" The Dongyang man ran over angrily, waving his fists to speak plausibly: "I obviously threw the dead inside, and I can't cook it, why lie to you?"

Facts speak louder than words.At first he persistently thought that Qilan was delusional.

Braving the stench and cold, I had to "slap" my two feet wearing clogs into it, and fumbled here and there in the crushed ice and muddy water with my hands.

The boy's ears suddenly became lively.

In addition to the sound of clogs walking and the sound of the ice cracking, it was also mixed with the other party's paddling and murmurs to himself.

After half an hour in the water in vain, Dongyang came up shaking the mud on his palms and sleeves.

From feet to knees there was the smell of cold, foul muddy water, reminiscent of rats coming ashore from the sewers.

"Why, are you not convinced?"

"Why should you be convinced!" The other party spat into the ditch, "It must be the accomplice who stole the corpse!"

After stopping for a few seconds, he went down into the ditch again in a fit of anger, picked up the cloth shoe that Qilan almost fell for, and slapped it on the ground:
"The shoes are still there, they belong to that person!"

With a ray of moonlight, the boy carefully looked at the cloth shoes thrown to his feet, with surprise in his eyes.

The size of this shoe is actually exactly the same as the new shoe on the foot of the corpse in the tree.
"If you don't believe it, you can still smell the water, it smells like blood."

"Enough, I believe you." Qilan interrupted him, "But, why do you want to dig out people's hearts? This method is too cruel."

"I came to China from the countryside of Hokkaido and lived in China for almost ten years. When I see bad people, the quickest solution is to turn them into ghosts. The more bad people are, the more they want to dig out their hearts. Is it black?"

Killing also pays attention to this set.The boy was silent, and what the other party said seemed to make sense.

"Is that person taller, stronger, and tongueless?!"

"No tongue?!" The Dongyang man was also taken aback, and hurriedly defended: "I only dig out the hearts of bad people. The tongue is disgusting enough, so I don't bother to do it!"

"Will you follow me to the other side of the street to have a look tonight?" Qilan pondered for a moment, and finally said slowly: "A man was killed and hung on a tree, I guess it may have something to do with what you did? "

The Dongyang man stretched out his hand and raised one leg high, looking at his air, he wanted another dollar.

"Come over with me first, and I'll give it to you again. I will never break my promise."

After promising the second silver dollar, the other party's attitude became much more positive, and an unconcealable laughter could be heard through the mask.

This time it was Qilan's turn to lead the way.

As he walked, he secretly watched the man's every move from the corner of his eye--
After all, in case of a surprise attack, it would be easy to strike from behind.

Soon, they arrived at that street.However, the eyes are full of torches jumping in the night, and a large group of policemen in the dark.

"Too bad, people from the police station also smelled coming here. Let's go home."

"Wait, I'll go and have a look." The Dongyang people flung their sleeves in disdain, and walked over proudly, "They dare not do anything to a foreigner. If the body is still there, I will confirm it and come back to tell you. "

After hearing what he said, Qilan felt mixed feelings - he didn't know whether to feel relieved or ashamed.

The good news is that this vagabond dressed as a samurai still has a little sense of loyalty and credibility, at least he won't be his enemy.

The shame is that in this land, the slavishness of some interest groups to flatter the great powers is doubled in times of dire straits.

Even a displaced foreigner dares to wander freely.

The masked Orientals did not take off their masks.He walked all the way with his head held high, and when he was less than ten meters away from the tree, five policemen finally came forward to stop him.

"There's someone who was killed inside, you can't go there." A person who looked like a leader spoke first, and his tone was actually quite friendly.

The Dongyang people kept walking and insisted on breaking in, but the leader-like man asked his subordinates to form a circle, trying to block him back.

"It's true, the treatment for foreigners is different." Qilan secretly watched from a distance, "If I dare to do this, I will be smashed into a sieve by bullets!"

Although the police over there were not happy that an unexpected visitor came to destroy the scene, they never dared to punch or kick him, let alone use live ammunition.In the end, it was the Dongyang himself who felt bored and turned back.

The young man looked at his pair of exposed small eyes, very energetic, like a night owl, shining brightly.

Before anyone approached, I heard a low complaint:
"Hey, there's nothing good about these policemen! The body is obviously that of the bad guy I killed, and it's still wearing new clothes, pants and shoes on the ground."

That heart was indeed related to the strange corpse.

He painstakingly picked up the corpse from the ditch, carefully applied a large amount of formalin, changed into new clothes and shoes, and hung it on a big tree.
Think carefully.Who would do such a normal person?
(End of this chapter)