But how can I notify all mountain people and stop believing in the crying of babies in the middle of the night?

And I believe the resentment monster is not that stupid. If the baby cries, he may change to other methods in the future, and someone will definitely be deceived.

Thinking of this, the mountain ghost general set up a barrier around the stones with eyes to prevent mortals from entering, and then went home to pick many leaves of the qinleaf banyan.

This leaf is paper-like, wide and suitable for writing. However, it is a plant that survives in summer. It is now cold and freezing, and it can only be found in the mountaintop houses that span the four seasons.

She wrote some reminders and warning words on it, then shook her sleeves, and the hundreds of leaves of the zither-leafed banyan floated. In the world of silver snow, they floated into the homes of the people, firmly attached to the doors of each house.

When the people opened the door in the early morning, they were surprised to see the green leaves nailed to the door panel and shouted that only the mountain gods could get such fresh green leaves in such weather, so they naturally obeyed the words of the leaves. From then on, the sun set and kept their doors away, and they didn't dare to go out without anything happening outside.

And the villagers who were rescued by mountain ghosts began to travel around the streets to promote the kindness of mountain ghosts.

Unfortunately, no one believed them, and they didn't even believe that they had escaped from death.

The mountain ghost was so tired that he fell asleep when he got home. At this time, Xiaoli woke up and felt guilty about not helping him with anything, and curled up in a ball and snuggled beside his master.

Hey, what's so wet?

Xiaoli looked up and found that there were crystal tears rolling down the corners of her sleeping master's eyes.

Xiaoli panicked. Wouldn't he be a little unpromising? Wouldn't he be a little timid? As for making the owner angry and cry?

It quickly took its little paws to grab the tears one by one, trying to grab them all.

The mountain ghost was woken up by scratching, hugged the quilt and cried bitterly, and pulled the tail of the raccoon cat and wiped his nose.

Xiaoli was so scared that she meowed and apologized quickly.

The mountain ghost could understand the language of animals, and cried while scratching it: "I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you, who told you to leave 555..."

Xiaoli shouted aggrievedly, "I didn't leave." I was so scared that I fainted at that time, so why did I leave?"

The mountain ghost continued to cry: "555, who told you to leave? I want you to hug me!"

Xiaoli tilted her head and listened for a long time and finally understood. It turned out that the master was thinking about the young master. Is there nothing wrong with me?

It swung its tail with a black thread and went to the side. I won’t take the blame for the young master!

Holantai and his group finally arrived at the coffin shop in Journey to the West.

Across a long distance, Cao Mushen suddenly looked up at the sky and said, "There are dead people nearby."

Ye Ling angrily called him: "In today's troubled times, isn't it normal to die in someone?"

But Holantai leaned over with a humble and eager to learn and was not ashamed to ask: "How to judge?"

Caitou Shen pointed to a flying fly and said, "This kind of green-headed, red-eyed flies will inevitably have dead people where they appear."

Ye Ling said jokingly again: "It is not normal that there are no dead people near the coffin shop."

Holantai never joked about the lazy man's words, Cao Wood Deep. He stared at the green-headed and red-eyed flies for a while and saw that they were all in the coffin shop where he was the shopkeeper behind the scenes.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw four coffins placed on both sides of the house, made of different woods. The patterns and colors vary according to the characteristics of different woods. These four are samples. Generally, customers place an order for which one they like.

Usually, behind the table in the middle of the house, a guy will be seen on duty.

That guy was Holantai's confidant, named Shi Wen, who usually lives in the house behind the shop. He is also the only person here who knows the secret of the underground warehouse of the coffin shop.

The coffin shop is not big, and there are only two people running it. In addition to Shi Wen, there is also a coffin-making master who is recruiting real employees and knows nothing. He goes home after work and has a warm kang.

Now when Holantai and the others arrived, the sun was about to set. There was no business recently, and the carpenter might have gone home. But where has Mr. Shiwen gone?

The deep grass and trees had the sharpest eyes and the thinnest observation. He quickly walked to the coffin in the corner of the wall, carefully observed a group of green-headed and red-eyed flies surrounding it, decisively took out a pair of lieutenants, which were gloves from that time, put them on his hands, and let everyone retreat, and he reached out and pushed the lid of the coffin.

Holantai trusted and relied heavily on him. He began to pay attention to his expression and movements as soon as he entered the door. Now he helped stop everyone, knowing that Caomushen must want to protect the scene.

However, the room was not big, and everyone stood not far away. They stretched their necks and saw a male corpse lying in the coffin!

He is not old, has a vivid face, the blood has not completely solidified, and there is a deep scar on his neck. Although his eyes have been closed, his expression is obviously unwilling to give up.

Lantai knows it, Shi Wen is the one who dies!

He was very young and had a long time with him. He was smart and friendly to others. He did everything he told him perfectly, but he had not enjoyed his wealth and glory for a day, so he died in such a vain. His death might be related to that batch of gold and silver.

It can also be said that he indirectly killed him! Thinking of this, Holantai couldn't help but feel sad.

But how did Shiwen die?

Now the detective Caomushen is more useful, so he immediately squatted down to check the wound and collected other clues.

Lantai took a few people to the back to check the secret warehouse with gold and silver.

When I looked, I found that the warehouse was stolen and a bunch of gold bars were lost!

Hu Sheng and Long Pan were organizing customs declaration, but were stopped by Xiao Aobai: "Hey, how can you report this matter to the official? If the matter is serious, if it is spread to Huo Qiguang's ears, wouldn't it be like telling him where the young master is? And if the government intervenes and cannot find the real owner of the coffin shop, what should I do if all the gold and silver are filled with the official?"

Hu Sheng and Long Pan then realized that they were both considered to be poor.

At this time, the investigation of the grass and wood-shen was already confident. He listed the information of the murderer as he knew.

"The murderer should be dressed as a farmer like us. He is less than seven feet tall and weighs about 120 kilograms. He is about forty years old and is left-handed. The tool for the crime is a thirty kilogram sickle. The deceased has not died for a long time, so it should be too late to go out to chase him."

Everyone saw only a corpse, and in a moment, the grass and wood had learned so much. It can be said that they know the criminal's situation well, which is admirable.

Only Ye Ling said dissatisfiedly: "You will come out as soon as you touch your mouth. Whatever you say is what you say? You must be responsible for your own words!"

Cao Mushen ignored him and said, "No problem, I will explain later, but the most urgent task now is to catch the murderer!"

Ye Ling asked again: "If the murderer got into a residential house or tavern as soon as he left the house, how would you find it?"

Cao Mushen replied: "I just killed someone and carried a lot of gold and a bloody sickle. Do you think the murderer will run away as far as possible, or stay nearby for a while?"

Yeling was speechless for a moment.

"We both go!"

Long Pan and Husheng were allowed by Holantai and then grabbed the door, one chasing left and the other chasing right. Sure enough, Long Pan, who went out to the left, caught a farmer who was seven feet tall, weighing about 120 kilograms, carrying a sickle and carrying a heavy burden.

Once you weigh the bag, you will see gold and silver that are both young and old. The sickle looks quite clean.

The man was struggling and cursing, saying, "You thieves, why are you robbing me in a blatant manner?

Cao Mushen swept the man's face for a few times without saying a word, quietly took his sickle from Long Pan's hand and threw it on the ground.

At this time, the coffin lid had been covered, and the green-headed, red-eyed flies circled reluctantly for a few reluctances, and finally they all buzzed on the sickle and stopped leaving.

It turned out that although the blood on the knife surface had been wiped dry, there was still some residual smell, and there was still residual blood in the thin gap between the knife and the handle.

This is not the end. The serious and responsible grass and wood deep even made the farmer press his handprints, and then carefully compared the fingerprints he took from the scene, and finally announced with a firm determination: "Yes, this person is the murderer!"

The suspect's name is Zheng San. His height and weight are judged based on footprints and knee marks on the ground.

The murderer is left-handed, which is judged based on fingerprints.

Zheng San's identity as a farmer was judged based on his characteristic of holding a sickle. He had never seen a scholar or a businessman go out with a sickle, right?

The bag scattered, and the gold inside shook people's eyes.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the grass and trees that were usually silent and quiet, and Ye Ling's expression was particularly awkward.

The evidence is conclusive. The murderer was shocked by the "high-tech" methods mentioned at the time, and his psychological defense line collapsed completely. How could these people look like theirs dressed up, and how could they be more powerful than those in the government?

He had no choice but to admit that one day he accidentally discovered Shi Wen's whereabouts of the shopkeeper of the coffin shop. After many observations, he finally found a secret passage to the underground warehouse of the coffin shop, and was discovered by Shi Wen while he was stealing.

After a fight between the two, Shi Wen was defeated and was eventually killed by Zheng San using a sickle to cut off his trachea!

Long Pan immediately wanted to bear his life and avenge his brother Shiwen, but before the sword fell, he turned his gaze to Lantai.

For a person like Zheng San who is greedy and cruel and ruthless, it is useless to stay. Lan Tai didn't say anything, but turned around and looked at Shi Wen's body. Thinking that he did his best for himself, and had not enjoyed his blessings for a day and ended up like this, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Seeing that Gongzi Lantai agreed, Long Pan raised his knife and killed Zheng San, and dug a hole in the yard and buried it.

Shi Wen's corpse was also buried.

Lan Tai took out the wine bag and sprinkled it on his grave that could not be considered a tomb. He said with a serious expression: "Brother Shiwen, you should die for me. I owe you too much. One day I will achieve my great career and will definitely not forget to move my brother's corpse elsewhere and give me a grand funeral!"

After saying that, he took the lead and bowed three times.
Chapter completed!