The little cormorant mustered up his courage and said, "How about I show you the way and we go to find him. I can find a place."
Chen Yang shook his head and said, "No need."
"Oh~"
The little cormorant looked very disappointed.
"However, you can give me a rough description of where you saw him."
Chen Yang asked again with a smile.
The little cormorant immediately became energetic and began to describe it.
Chen Yang's brows gradually wrinkled as he listened.
He asked casually because he saw that the little cormorant was missing and could not help.
As a result, the location mentioned by the little cormorant was different from the location of the stall he had seen before.
"Is the location changing too?"
Chen Yang took a deep breath and felt that he was in trouble.
Do you want to dig deeper?
After all, Chen Yang just felt that there was something wrong with that stall. It might not really be a monster. Maybe it was a good fruit planted by Lord Long?
Although his spiritual sense was faintly telling him that this was impossible!
But what is known cannot yet be linked to this stall owner.
Chen Yang has not yet made up his mind to spend so much effort to find this person.
Chen Yang thought for a while, decided to put it aside for the time being, and asked with a smile: "Did you hear anything new when you went to the city today?"
Chen Yang originally wanted to change the topic and change his mind, but he never thought that the little cormorant's face would turn pale when he heard this.
She lowered her voice subconsciously, as if she was afraid of being heard, and whispered: "Sir, the little cormorant has been asking carefully. Something strange happened today."
"What kind of weird trick?"
"Oh, that's really weird."
The little cormorant started to tell the story.
There was a woman who worked as a concubine for a county police officer.
Referred to as mistress.
Don't think it's weird for a policeman to have an outer room?
In fact, from the perspective of ordinary people, even a butcher selling meat on the street can guard a street and monopolize this business, he is still a capable and capable person.
It is normal for such a person to have connections with various religious circles and government officials. It is normal for him to marry several concubines and raise two concubines.
The same goes for formal police officers who are well-organized and can be called officials.
The woman who had the accident was the policeman's surrogate. Every two or three days, the policeman would stay at the woman's house on the pretext that he had something to do at night at the Yamen.
Last night, after patrolling the streets in the middle of the night, he went to the woman's house. When he woke up the next morning, the policeman was surprised to find that the woman sleeping next to him had a bald head.
This baldness doesn’t just refer to hair;
--scalp.
The woman's waist-length hair and her entire scalp were gone.
It was as if someone had cruelly ripped off his hair and scalp.
What's even more frightening is that the woman didn't realize anything, so the horrified policeman screamed out loud. She woke up, then discovered her miserable condition, and immediately screamed even louder than the policeman.
The terrible thing is that the house where the policeman placed the woman was bought next door to his own house, and the yards on both sides shared a wall.
When Chen Yang thought about it, this was all a matter of climbing over the wall for the convenience of stealing food and returning home.
This is great, what was convenient at the time has now become fatal.
Two screams in a row attracted the attention of the policeman's wife, who sounded like her own man's voice, so she knocked on the door, and the news spread throughout the city and reached the ears of the little cormorant.
This is quite light.
The other one is becoming more and more terrifying.
There are watchmen in the city. This profession is inconspicuous. They seem to wander the streets every night, banging the gong half-deadly and shouting that the sky is dry and the things are dry, and be careful of the candles.
In fact, it is both indispensable and an iron rice bowl.