"Table No. 4 is talking about a strange thing that happened in Rana City recently. There is a village called Hanyun Village. In this village, two families with a total of ten people died in the past half month. The bodies of these people are here
Found in the mountains behind the village.
The cause of death of the ten people was all due to suffocation, but there were no wounds on their bodies and no other clues.
Therefore, the police still don't know how to finalize the case.
At table 18, a person from South Vietnam was asking another person about Juyuan Ye through a translator. The information holder said that it was not convenient to talk here. After drinking, he found a quiet place to chat. The South Vietnamese agreed.
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After reading these words, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun glanced at tables 4 and 18.
There are two well-dressed men in their sixties sitting on table No. 4. Judging from the two men's old looks, it's a custom to come here to simply drink and chat.
There were three people at table 18. Among them, the man with gold jewelry and dark skin was from South Vietnam, and the other two were Japanese. Among them, the Japanese with pigtails in his forties was a translator, and he was also in his forties with a shaved head.
The aged Japanese are the message holders.
"In a while, we will follow the people at table 18 to see where they are going. After the South Vietnamese people finish asking and leave, we will go in and ask. Brother Fan, do you think this idea of mine is okay?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"Okay, I'll do what you want in a while."
Zhang Fan replied with a smile.
Later, Zhang Fan picked up his cell phone, opened the map and found the village called Banyun Village where something strange happened.
This village is about fifty kilometers away from the hotel where they are staying. Judging from the satellite map, the villages in Japan are very different from the villages in China. There are only a few sparse houses, unlike the villages in China, which are highly concentrated.
If someone dies in a domestic village, other villagers will probably know about it that day, but if someone dies in a Japanese village, no one may notice the situation for ten and a half months.
When they first arrived, they had to notice all the strange things. Although some conversations contained Juyuan Ye, it was not necessarily true that Juyuan Ye could be found according to the content of the words. This may be some people's ulterior motives and deliberate misleading.
And some strange things that seem to have nothing to do with Juyuan Ye Bapolian may be related to Juyuan Ye.
"Brother Fan, what are you doing?"
At this moment, Huang Qingyun asked.
While talking, he moved closer to Zhang Fan's mobile phone and saw Zhang Fan checking Banyun Village. Huang Qingyun subconsciously said: "It shouldn't matter if I follow you, right?"
Zhang Fan glanced at Huang Qingyun, without explaining too much, and said: "Just take a look..."
About twenty minutes later, the three people at table 18 stood up and walked outside, followed by Zhang Fan and three others out of the tavern.
The three people at table 18 got into a taxi, and Zhang Fan and the other three also got into a taxi.
Finally, the three people at table 18 got off the car in front of a hotel only 500 meters away from the hotel where Zhang Fan and the others were staying. Zhang Fan followed closely behind the three people, and saw the South Vietnamese pressing the 5th floor button.
Fan then pressed the 6th floor.
The three people at table 18 got off the elevator on the fifth floor, and Zhang Fan and the three people got off the elevator on the sixth floor.
After the three people at table 18 entered the hotel, they did not go to the front desk to check in. When they were in the elevator, the Nanyue man took out another room card. Apparently the three people did not find a place to chat about the situation of Juyuan Ye alone, but
We went directly to the place where the South Vietnamese lived.
"They came directly to the residence of the South Vietnamese. After the conversation, it was not the South Vietnamese who left, but these two Japanese people. Let's go to the hotel door and wait for the Japanese people to come down."
Zhang Fan said.
"I thought they would find a place to talk about this alone. After the talk, the South Vietnamese would be the first to leave. It seems that I was wrong again."
Huang Qingyun scratched his head helplessly.
"it's the same."
Zhang Fan comforted him.
The Nanyue man who came here to look for Juyuanye could not be an ordinary person. He should be a wizard with true energy, but Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun did not sense his strength.
When they were in the tavern, the Nanyue people did not pay too much attention to Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun. When Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun entered the elevator, the Nanyue people did not show anything strange. Judging from these two points, the Nanyue people did not notice Zhang Fan or Huang Qingyun.
Fan and Huang Qingyun are members of Xuanmen, which shows that the strength of this South Vietnamese should not have reached the third level.
The South Vietnamese people should also be wearing something like spiritual stones to hide their strength.
Although Zhang Fan's strength is in the eighth level of the second realm, out of caution, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun rushed into the room without moving and directly took the three people's minds. In case the South Vietnamese two
Their strength happens to be at the ninth level of the second realm, so Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun are blind.
Zhang Fan and the other three took the elevator downstairs and arrived at the cafe opposite the hotel. Although the cafe was across the road from the hotel, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun were both cultivators, and their eyesight was far beyond ordinary people.
The distance will not cause any trouble for the two people's sight.
About half an hour later, the two Japanese came out of the hotel. They had cloth bags in their hands and looked excited.
When they were almost on the road, the short-haired man took out two wads of bills from his bag and handed them to the translator.
"Brother Fan, let's do it."
Seeing that the two of them were about to take a taxi to leave, Huang Qingyun stood up and said.
"What if the South Vietnamese are watching from above?"
Zhang Fan replied.
"that's true……"
"After the little pigtail translator gets into the car, you follow him and then control him."
Zhang Fan said to Huang Qingyun.
"what about you?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"Let's control the short-haired man."
Zhang Fan said.
"Brother Fan, the holder of the information is a man with a short head, wouldn't it be enough to directly control the man with a short head? Isn't it necessary to control whether the translator controls it or not?"
Huang Qingyun expressed his doubts.
"What if that short-haired man is playing tricks and talking nonsense?"
Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.
"Well! That's right! With the translation as proof, he won't dare to play tricks!"
Huang Qingyun looked stunned, then glanced out the window, "He got in the car, and I left too."
"Be careful..." Zhang Fan warned and handed Huang Qingyun a human skin mask.
"Understood, Brother Fan, you should also be careful."
After saying this, Huang Qingyun left the cafe, took a taxi, and followed Xiaobian's translator.
After a few seconds, the short-haired man also took a taxi. Zhang Fan and Jin Yanyan followed the short-haired man's car.
About ten minutes later, Huang Qingyun called Zhang Fan and told Zhang Fan that he had taken control of Xiaobian's translation.
At this time, the short-haired man also arrived at his destination. He got out of the car, paid the taxi driver, and jumped happily towards a two-story building not far away.