"After one hundred and three hundred, why are you three left? Only more than twenty people died outside, what about those one hundred?" The leader of a group couldn't help asking.

"Ten days ago, I was crazy, and more than ten families were eaten. Those who were crazy were beaten to death, and more than a dozen people died. It was a sin. One day, half of the people died in the village. Then some people starved to death. Why did you come?"

"Where are those people's cars yesterday?" a team leader asked again.

"Car? What car?" The old man wiped his tears, his eyes seemed to flash.

Fu Jiaming looked around and walked into the house with his foot on his feet. The old man suddenly stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Several men jumped over and grabbed the old man in one go. The two little boys suddenly rushed towards the man and bit them.

Everyone rushed up suddenly, holding down all three people with all their hands and feet. Fu Jiaming had already walked into the room, and Cheng Jiayi followed in immediately.

There is a three-bedroom building in the village. The main hall and dining room are in the middle gate, and the north room is the kitchen.

As soon as Cheng Jiayi entered, she smelled a vague smell of discomfort. Her face immediately changed slightly.

Fu Jiaming first pushed open the doors on both sides to take a look, then looked at the dirty dishes on the table in the main room, then walked to the kitchen behind and lifted the lid of the pot.

Cheng Jiayi followed him, and their eyes paused in the pot. Fu Jiaming put down the lid of the pot, looked left and right and turned around and came out.

But when he came out, he walked around the house and came to the backyard. Everyone was confused, so he twisted the three of them, young and old, and saw Fu Jiaming coming to a well in the backyard, looking down, and then grabbed the rope.

Someone ran over and pulled the rope with Fu Jiaming.

Cheng Jiayi turned his head and looked at the old man and the child.

The old man suddenly burst into tears.

The well rope was pulled up, and under the rope was a large black plastic bag, which was suppressed by the well water. The plastic bag was opened and the exposed part was clearly exposed.

"We only have these two children left... This is the root of our entire village..."

Everyone looked at Cheng Jiayi and Fu Jiaming.

Cheng Jiayi looked at the two children. Their eyes were full of hatred, and they stared at Fu Jiaming tightly, as if they wanted to eat him too.

Fu Jiaming said calmly: "Old man, you have vegetables in the field, although there are no chickens and ducks, I believe that every household in the village also has food stored, so why do you have to eat people?"

"I've eaten all the chickens and ducks. Can I have the strength to eat without eating people? Can I live without eating people? In troubled times, in troubled times!"

Fu Jiaming looked at the two children and asked gently: "Do you know what you are eating?"

"You bad guys!" a child struggled and cursed, "You are the bad guys, you will save the people in the city, no matter we rural people. We are all dead and you will come."

Another child also shouted: "After a while, a crow will come to eat you, and a snake and a rat will eat you all."

Fu Jiaming looked up at the sky above his head, said nothing, and then walked through the middle of a few people and left the backyard.

The people in the backyard watched Fu Jiaming leave for no reason, and then looked at Cheng Jiayi.

Cheng Jiayi looked at the things in the plastic bag, then looked at the three people crying and scolding, and then looked at the few people looking at her.

"Don't see blood." She suddenly said.

The old man's cry suddenly stopped and suddenly shouted: "It has nothing to do with them, they don't know anything. If you want to kill, kill-"

"Master--"

The crying and shouting came to an abrupt end, and the whole village suddenly became quiet.

Wang Peng said in a lost voice: "Don't--"

Xu Wenli said softly. The two of them suddenly turned their heads and looked at Cheng Jiayi, as if they didn't know her.

"Just at their feet, there is the lush vegetable field, not far outside, it is the field. But they still choose to eat people." Cheng Jiayi looked at everyone in the vegetable garden.

No one talks anymore.

Fu Jiaming left without saying a word, and it was self-evident what he meant. Cheng Jiayi was just a scapegoat, and they were the swords in Cheng Jiayi's hand.

"Don't waste it, I'll send it to the doctor in front of you." Cheng Jiayi ordered.

When Cheng Jiayi and his friends turned to the front, Fu Jiaming was coming out of the house and saw Cheng Jiayi and said, "More than a hundred people died in the village, and those who survived may not know the crystals in the skulls of the four.

I just didn’t know it before, and I’ve known it enough these days. I looked for the room but couldn’t find it.”

As he said that, he looked at the bodies dragged by several people, turned his head into the room, and signaled to send them in.

"Do you want to search?" Cheng Jiayi asked.

Fu Jiaming shook his head: "So many rooms and yards, it's too easy to hide some inconspicuous things, so it's hard to find - by the way, let's see if the old man is hiding."

Cheng Jiayi frowned and said, "There are still people here, and I drove away the car."

Fu Jiaming said as he entered the house: "Everyone is wary, continue to deploy defenses at high places, and pay attention to the safety of the vehicle."

Cheng Jiayi immediately pointed at two people and said, "You two stay and go up to the roof. You six go over and drive the car over, don't turn off the engine." Then he entered the house.

When he opened the door, the room was filled with the smell of blood. Fu Jiaming was wearing gloves, and a sharp scalpel in his hand had cut open the old man's scalp. An open bag beside him also had various surgical tools.

Cheng Jiayi glanced at him and stood in front of another body. His hand with rubber gloves was the kitchen knife he had just taken from the kitchen.

She is also familiar with this job, and she is also very stable and very stable.

Fu Jiaming only took a look and then took his eyes away.

Cheng Jiayi is still not as professional as Fu Jiaming. Of course, it is also related to tools. After she picked up one crystal, Fu Jiaming had already picked up the other two crystals.

The three crystals are not the most colorful color of Cheng Jiayi has ever seen. I believe that these three people don’t eat many people.

"Do you feel guilty?" Fu Jiaming took off his gloves and sprayed all the used tools and put them away.

Cheng Jiayi also took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them down, "Where are you?"

"You are the boss." Fu Jiaming packed up his things and was a little surprised to see Cheng Jiayi throwing the crystal to him.

Cheng Jiayi thought that he was talking about murder, so he snorted: "How can he repay kindness with kindness?"

Fu Jiaming shook his head: "Improper wording."

"No need to be too appropriate." Cheng Jiayi turned around and went out.

There seemed to be no living people in the village, and there might be living people hidden behind a window or in a cellar. Fu Jiaming also jumped onto the roof of the high place and looked around before he ran into the car.

The car continued to move in and left the quiet village behind him far away. Cheng Jiayi looked at the abundant farmland on both sides and suddenly remembered that it seemed that there had not been rain since the chaos.

But the fields did not show yellowing. I guess the root system of the crops was also developed.

The rural villages are not very far apart from each other. After a few minutes, I saw another house. This village is also quiet.
Chapter completed!