When Xu Shuo came back, he saw the trench coat detective looking at the earthen stove with dancing flames with a troubled face, looking at a loss.
"Ah, I just saw the fire suddenly get louder..." The windbreaker detective said a little embarrassed when he saw him.
"Just block up half of this place." Xu Shuo stepped forward, picked up the cover that had been thrown on the ground, and placed it on the vent under the earthen stove with it half-covered.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Shuo said again: "You guys can sit outside for a while. I can come here."
The windbreaker detective turned away embarrassedly and walked outside, only to see the female reporter he met on the way here and a cute little girl wearing a green jacket.
The little girl sat obediently on the stool and was eating snacks on the table. The female reporter was taking pictures of her.
Perhaps because she didn't know what a camera was, the little girl didn't show any resistance and would look at the camera obediently. She would just hide behind when the female reporter wanted to pinch her face.
"Why are you here?" Seeing this woman, the windbreaker detective raised his eyebrows with a somewhat troubled expression.
He was sure that this female reporter was definitely not from a regular unit. She kept grabbing at him on the way and asking him unspeakable questions!
He will always lead the topic to a sharp point intentionally or unintentionally, and he will also draw inferences from different angles, directly labeling people as heinous!
Just like those unscrupulous paparazzi who follow the trend and gossip.
The female reporter didn't have this consciousness at all and said with a smile: "I just happened to meet the village chief and stopped by his house to have a meal, hoping to save a meal!"
When the trench coat detective heard this, he sneered noncommittally and did not respond. He just sat next to him and took out his mobile phone.
But after just watching for a while, he noticed someone approaching. He immediately turned off his phone and looked at the female reporter warily.
"Oh, don't be so formal, we can exchange information~" the female reporter said with a smile.
"What do you want to do?" The windbreaker detective frowned at her.
The female reporter looked in the direction of the yard, then at the little girl sitting next to her eating, and lowered her voice and said, "Are you here to investigate the cause of the disappearance of the old village chief?"
"It's none of your business." The windbreaker detective was still on guard, and immediately mocked: "I have industry rules and cannot disclose entrusted information."
"If we cooperate, maybe we can achieve a win-win situation."
The female reporter curled her lips. She sat down next to the trench coat detective, took out a small notebook from her pocket, opened it and handed it over generously.
The trench coat detective gave her a strange look, but took the notebook and briefly browsed through the female reporter's investigation results throughout the afternoon.
These were all things that could be heard from the villagers, but he actually knew these things.
So this information has no practicality at all.
So, he thought for a while and said: "I'm not here to investigate the cause of the old village chief's disappearance. After all, he was the one who entrusted me with the task. But after we communicated, I didn't receive a reply. I was a little worried, so I had to find it based on the previous clues.
Already."
The female reporter nodded thoughtfully: "Then your profession...isn't it still here to investigate the missing old village chief?"
"..." The windbreaker detective stuffed her notebook back and said through gritted teeth, "Can you stop talking to yourself like this all the time? Since you can deduce it yourself, why are you communicating with me?!"
"Hey, don't be angry, it's a professional habit!"
The female reporter smiled flatteringly, looked at the yard again, and whispered with a serious face: "But, do you think that the people in this village have strange attitudes towards outsiders?"
The trench coat detective frowned slightly: "Very enthusiastic?"
Female reporter: "..."
This child is so innocent, how could he become a detective?
She retracted her thoughts and said with a smile: "Of course not. As a tourist village, they must be enthusiastic. What I am saying is that their confessions to outsiders are completely consistent!"
The windbreaker detective looked stern.
He took the female reporter's notebook and looked at it again, recalling the information he had found out in his mind. It was almost exactly the same!
Someone's mother-in-law was eaten by a monster in the middle of the night, but in fact she just went on a long journey; someone's things were stolen, but in fact they were just not found; someone was attacked and injured by a monster, but in fact it was just an accident; someone died in someone's house, but in fact
...just got sick.
The only thing that makes the villagers unable to turn around is the old village head who disappeared a few months ago and has not come back yet!
They said that this was the reappearance of the legend of "Green Faced Fangs", which was why all kinds of strange things happened in the village. However, the villagers' attitude towards this monster was not like fear, and they could even spread the word to fight against the village.
What about advertising?
"So what do you think?" the female reporter asked again.
"Catch the wind and create a topic." The windbreaker detective threw the notes on the table and frowned: "A group of people just use this kind of thing to make profits."
"Awesome!" The female reporter gave him a thumbs up.
The little girl sitting nearby eating mahua looked at them curiously. The two adults kept talking beside them, not knowing what they were talking about.
After a while, the female reporter said mysteriously: "But do you think this is really the only way?"
"Huh?" The trench coat detective raised his eyebrows.
"What if those things are actually true?"
"..."
Before the windbreaker detective could react, there was a sudden movement outside. Someone came over and cautiously looked into the living room, which was open.
It's the girl in the floral skirt.
Seeing the two outsiders in the room, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Here..."
"Sister, you are back!" Before she could finish speaking, the little girl who was biting the twists tilted her head and said, "Have you finished the painting?"
"Ah, not yet." The girl walked in and smiled uncomfortably: "I have no inspiration today."
As she spoke, she placed the paint bucket she was holding in the corner of the living room, and then sat down on the chair with some restraint, staring at each other with the other two outsiders.
The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant for a while.
After a while, the female reporter was the first to ask: "So you live here?"
"Well, I'm staying at the village chief's house during this period." The girl smoothed her hair and lowered her eyebrows.
"Is it because of that painting?"
"Um."
"Are you the acting village chief or the old village chief who invited me here to paint?"
"Um."
"..."
The female reporter seems to have a social badass and can talk nonsense to anyone she catches. However, the girl is more reserved than the detective in the trench coat. She sits in the corner and looks like I will be in peace for the rest of my life, no matter how you harass me.
The little girl bit the twist and made a clicking sound, looking at the three people curiously.
…
In the backyard at this time.
Xu Shuo was chopping vegetables and cooking more peacefully. He faintly heard the movement in the living room, turned his head and took a look, with a smile on his face.
These people are all here, and they seem to be having a good time chatting. I hope they can gain something.