Chapter 394 Fog

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Suddenly a slingshot fell out, and Lao Hu subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

I just happened to see that this slingshot was made entirely of pig iron. It had been around for some years, and there were several loops of hemp rope wrapped around the hand. The slingshot rope seemed to be made of four strands of beef tendon, which looked very strong at first glance.

I picked it up first, handed it to him and asked, "Brother Hu, are you still playing with this?"

Lao Hu's expression didn't change. He took it and said, "Don't call me Brother Hu. I'm not that young. I just play for fun sometimes. There used to be a lot of birds around here. When it's okay, I'll shoot some birds and sell them for money. If I catch some, they'll be worthless."

Just feed the dogs.” ??

"Help me hold up the raincloth and cover these memorial tablets," Lao Hu asked me to help.

I grabbed a corner of the raincloth and thought: "Did he hit Yapo with a slingshot? No, he is also from Tianguangdong Village. The iron slingshot with beef sinew is very powerful at first glance. Hitting someone on the head with a stone can kill someone."

Yes, why did he shoot Yapo?"

After covering it with a fan cloth, Old Hu said: "Young man, kowtow, maybe God Zai Zai will bless you in the future."

The statue of a Taoist priest with a hat stood in the small temple in front of me. Maybe it was cracked in some places because of the water soaking last time. I followed Lao Hu and kowtowed three times.

Haven't had time to get up yet.

Lao Hu suddenly pushed me and shouted: "Get down! Back off!"

Snap!

A small stone flew from nowhere and hit the table leg!

The table was moved backwards by the impact. This is a very heavy solid wood table!

If he hits someone on the head this time, it will be fatal!

Lao Hu pushed me and hid behind the small temple. He turned off the flashlight and looked around nervously. I also leaned against the wall.

He said: "This is not for you, it may be for me."

"Hu. Mr. Hu, who hit you with a stone? He almost hit me on the head." I asked breathlessly.

"have no idea."

Lao Hu put the hat he was wearing on my head and whispered: "Slowly show your head and go out, and then count silently in your mind, remember the time."
No more than three seconds."

I immediately shook my head and retorted: "How can that work? I don't know who is outside! If I show my head out? Then beat me to death!"

"No, it's not that exaggerated. It's not a gun. It's easy to miss in the bad light. I need to know where the person is. You trust me."

"What? Did you just think that I hit the old lady with a slingshot?"

I nodded and immediately shook my head.

Lao Hu nodded to me while holding a flashlight.

I took a deep breath and slowly put my head out with his old hat.

Counting to three seconds, I just took my head back, and there was a snap in the darkness!

A pebble hit the red brick of the temple wall! A lot of red brick powder splashed out.

Lao Hu bit the flashlight between his teeth. He touched a small stone and put it on the slingshot, then leaned out.

The flashlight illuminated a dark figure. Lao Hu straightened the slingshot, aimed with one eye, and let go instantly.

I don’t know if I was hit or not. I only saw a black shadow, and I was sure it was a person.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Shoot the slingshot and immediately hide, just like a child playing around. It may be that the lighting problem lowers the accuracy. Two pieces of the red bricks that built the small temple were broken. There were birds in the woods at night, and they were frightened by flapping their wings.

Flying.

Perhaps because they felt that neither party could do anything to the other, the whole process lasted for nearly half an hour and finally calmed down.

"Run away?" I asked quietly, leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, let's wait and see."

After waiting for more than half an hour, the surroundings were quiet and there was no movement at all. Lao Hu secretly glanced outside.

"It's okay, we should go."

Looking at the small temple

Looking at the smashed red bricks, I swallowed and asked, "Master Hu, who is this? Do you know him?"

Lao Hu shook his head and said he didn't know him.

I waited until after ten o'clock in the evening, when I came out of Guizailing, I followed Lao Hu to the hut where he lived.

A few briquettes were roasted by the fire, and Lao Hu asked if they wanted to eat.

I lit up the fire and said, "Don't eat, Mr. Hu. Is this guy from your village beating people with a slingshot? You really don't know who it is that beat Ya Po like that?"

Old Hu peeled off the skin, took a bite and said, "How would you know who it is if you don't see it? There are many people in the village who know how to shoot slingshots. Maybe they have a grudge against Ya Po."

"What do you mean? Why do you mean there are so many people who know how to shoot a slingshot?" I asked confused.

"What happened two years ago, no one is doing it now, I told you, don't go out and talk nonsense." .??.??

I said yes.

It was only after he told me that I understood. I really didn’t know about this before.

"In the 1990s, in Qiyang, Shuangpai, Ningyuan, and here in Daoxian County, many outsiders came to collect birds. Because there were many birds here, they collected them and made them into ornaments. Some of them were dyed to resemble kingfishers.

They gave me a lot of money. Old Hu said that the Forestry Bureau arrested more than 30 people in 1996, and they were all published in the newspapers. He even pulled out a yellowed Yongzhou Morning News from under the bed for me to read. The headline was, "Yongzhou Police cracked down on a huge crime."

In the poaching case, more than 30 people from the poaching gang headed by Hu Moumou were arrested."

At that time, in addition to farming, people used slingshots to shoot birds, and even those with good conditions dared to use earthen guns.

Millions of migrating birds pass through the Yunbingshan Scenic Area in Lanshan County, Yongzhou City every year, in groups. As long as these birds fly lower, you can shoot down several of them with a slingshot.

There are red-billed lovebirds, blue-throated front tigers, thrushes, common buzzards, large-billed crows, black short-footed bulbuls, hooded birds, etc.

There is a tuft of miscellaneous hair on the top of the crowned bird's head. The tuft of hair on the top of its head was pulled out and dyed blue. It looks very similar to the length and texture of the kingfisher's feathers.
Chang looks like, almost exactly the same.

This kind of bird feathers can be used to pass off as emeralds, and finally the emeralds are mixed with gold and made into various jewelry, which are sold to rich women all over the country.

Many of today's Diancui jewelry still use this old method, which is difficult to detect because the detected organic matter is also organic. For Guangtian Guangdong Village, at least dozens of villagers had shot birds at that time, and every household had a slingshot.

Hu had done it at that time, so he couldn't tell who hit Ya Po with a slingshot.

I sat in Lao Hu's hut until about eleven o'clock, and then I went back to where I was staying.

Xiaoxuan opened the door for me and whispered: "Where have you been? You came back so late."

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoxuan pointed to the west room, "I told you to be quiet when you come back, so as not to disturb your Uncle Xue. Come with me, I'm waiting for you."

There was no light in the room, it was cold and dark, and there were no candles lit.

I opened the door curtain and entered the inner room. I saw two dark figures sitting beside the bed, namely Boutou and Dou Sprout.

"Why don't you light candles?" I asked.

"Shhh"

Dou Sprout whispered: "Don't click, we are already asleep now."

Hei Gulongdong waved to me with his head.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, and Douyazai opened the window again, looked outside, made sure there was no one in the yard outside, and closed the window again.

"Boss, what's the situation? What are you doing?"

Sitting with his head opposite me, he coughed lightly and said, "Yunfeng, after my research these days, I have a very bad feeling."

"What does it feel like? Is it a water hole under a pond, or"

"Both."

His voice sounded a little hoarse.

"I feel like we're in a trap."

"It could be a dead end."


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