Seeing that Zhang Fan had been sizing him up, the bearded man was at a loss for a moment. In a nervous mood, there was a sharp pain from the bruise on his knee, which made his expression become a little distorted.
, at the same time, took a breath of cold air.
He subconsciously reached out to rub his knees and moved his legs. In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he deliberately brought the topic to his legs and said: "It was really unlucky yesterday. When I passed by that dry well, I didn't know.
Why, I fell down all of a sudden and knocked out such a long gash in my leg."
As the man with stubble on his face spoke, he gestured with his hands to see that the length was about seven or eight centimeters.
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan and Xiao Chong raised their eyebrows at the same time.
"That dry well on the east side of Ganshili Village?"
Xiao Chong blurted out.
"Yes, that's the dry well."
The man with a stubble on his face replied, and then asked the doubts in his heart, "I heard that your accents are from outsiders, and that dry well is outside the scenic area. How did you two know about that dry well?"
"When we were visiting Langbin Valley, we went to the easternmost side of Ganshili Village. The scenic area was surrounded by iron fences without affecting the line of sight. We could clearly see the dry well."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Oh, that's right. That dry well is indeed quite conspicuous. Anyone who has been to the easternmost side of Ganshili Village can see it."
The man with a stubble on his face answered.
Zhang Fan glanced at the legs of the man with stubble, and then glanced at the face of the man with stubble. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, would his injured leg be the same as his ghost?
Is it related to the appearance of contact?
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan stood up and went to the bathroom. Xiao Chong came to chat with a few people.
After entering the bathroom, Zhang Fan gently tapped the small porcelain bottle, and then said, "Did you hear our conversation just now?"
"heard it."
The white fox soul replied.
"Can the ghost in the dry well come out of the seal?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Although the seal is damaged and the soul energy and yin energy come out from it, the damage is not serious. The soul body will definitely not be able to come out from it. In another ten or eight years, the soul body may not be able to come out from there.
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The white fox soul said with great certainty, and then asked, "Do you suspect that his fall was related to the ghost in the dry well?"
"That was the idea at first, but according to your point of view, evil spirits can't get out of the dry well, and I haven't been to the dry well myself, so it's hard to make a judgment at the moment."
Zhang Fan said truthfully.
Zhang Fan always spoke with facts. Then, Zhang Fan left the bathroom and returned to the man with the stubble on his face.
"Which village are you from?"
Zhang Fan looked at the stubbled man and asked.
"Kabi Village is about 1.5 kilometers east of Ganshili Village."
The man with a stubble on his face replied, "In short, go out from the iron fence on the east side of Ganshili Village and keep going east. The first village you see is our village."
According to the White Fox Soul Body, 50 years ago, there were graveyards within three miles of this dry well, 1.5 kilometers, exactly three miles. If Kabi Village had not been relocated, that is to say, Kabi Village back then was right next to this cemetery.
"Your village has never been relocated, right?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"No, we have been living there. We also want to be included in a scenic spot like Ganshili Village and get some demolition money, but this is not something we can decide."
The bearded man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"I heard that the section of road you built between Kabi Village and Ganshili Village was a cemetery 50 years ago?"
Zhang Fan checked with the stubble-faced man.
"Yes, it is a cemetery. However, I was not born yet at that time, but my father told me that buried in that cemetery are the ancestors of our village and Ganshili Village for hundreds of years.
When the plan to demolish tombs and build roads was first announced, people in Kabi Village and Ganshili Village were very dissatisfied, and even went to the top to make trouble several times.
Later, the superiors held several rounds of negotiations with us, and we finally agreed. Of course, the agreement was not in vain, and our two villages benefited."
The stubble-faced man replied, and then asked again, "Huh?"
Sir, why are you asking about this?"
"It's okay, just asking casually."
Zhang Fan casually prevaricated, and then continued, "We have something to do soon, so I won't leave a few of you. Let's talk again when we have the chance."
"Since you two have something to do, we won't bother you. If you have a chance, go to our village. The scenery of our village is no worse than that of Ganshili Village."
The man with a stubble on his face said quite confidently.
After saying these words, the three men with stubble on their faces left Zhang Fan's room.
"Mr. Zhang, let's go take a look around that dry well?"
Xiao Chong suggested.
"Let's first take a look at the video of old lady Jin being monitored by the factory in the past two days, and then we set off."
Zhang Fan said.
"good!"
Xiao Chong nodded in response, and then watched the surveillance video with Zhang Fan.
As soon as Zhang Fan opened the video, he saw two familiar figures appearing on the screen of his mobile phone. They were two fat and thin men. They were talking and laughing as they swaggered into the brocade quilt factory.
After about ten minutes, the female worker and the old lady walked out with the two of them. They happened to be standing not far from the camera installed by Zhang Fan. Although there was the roar of the machine, the distance was better, so the monitoring equipment could
It is a good record of the conversation between the two parties.
"I have explained the general situation clearly to you two. I have also shown you both the gold and silver threads. Do you have any questions?"
The old lady gently clasped her hands together, looking like a businessman, and looked at the two people and asked.
"We look good."
The fat man said very matter-of-factly, "But we can't just see it. Our master will come over tomorrow and he has to take a look with his own eyes."
"Is your master coming tomorrow?"
The old lady frowned slightly.
"Yes, our master, he will fly out at 8 o'clock tomorrow and should arrive at 10 o'clock. Let's take a rest and have lunch and then we will come back, probably around three o'clock in the afternoon."
The fat man replied.
The thin man on the side touched the fat man with his hand and winked at the fat man, as if he was complaining about the fat man. Why did he say everything?
A dog cannot hold two ounces of sesame oil in his belly.
The fat man also realized some problems, looked at the thin man and smiled awkwardly, his peripheral vision caught the old lady who was thinking, and asked: "What's wrong?
Any questions?
Don’t you want my master to come?”
The fat man's words brought the old lady back from her thoughts. The old lady quickly smiled and said: "Customers are God. You two can bring whoever you want to bring."