"There are paper ashes here. It seems that someone has come here to worship, but I don't know why they have to remove all the burned paper ashes."
Jian Anran poked the ground with her fingers, then rubbed them with two fingers, leaving gray-white powder on her fingers.
"This person should have hidden it like this on purpose."
Chu Yan said in a deep voice.
Jian Anran nodded in agreement.
The two of them searched the area for a while, until they needed the shovel to dig up the ground to see what was underneath.
There is only one unnamed grave here in the wilderness, and it looks strangely lonely.
"Forget it, let's go. It seems there are no more clues here."
Jian Anran shook her head, stood up, and bowed briefly to the grave to show respect.
Chu Yan followed her lead.
The two came back from the tomb and found Jian Xingxing waiting there behind the village.
"Sister, I have been talking to that kid for a long time, but there are only two pieces of news,"
Jian Xingxing clasped his fingers and made a one-two sign before continuing: "The first one is that he is indeed a child of Grandma Li's family, and the missing sister is his sister; the second news is that according to what he said,
There are indeed rumors about werewolves in this village, and judging from his reaction, it seems that the rumors about werewolves are not very good."
When the little guy gets serious, his temperament is somewhat similar to Chu Yan's usual temperament: "They are all afraid of werewolves."
He paused, lowered his voice, and looked around. After making sure there was no one, he spoke in a low voice: "It's different from the werewolf we saw yesterday."
The werewolf they saw yesterday was quite friendly.
Jian Anran nodded slightly and touched Jian Xingxing's head: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Hey, it's great if I can help. It's not hard at all!"
Jian Xingxing proudly puffed up her small chest and glanced at Chu Yan provocatively.
Look, he is still more powerful!
Only he can help his mother find more useful information, and Chu Yan is useless!
Noticing Jian Xingxing's expression, Chu Yan raised his eyebrows. This brat really didn't want to be outdone at all.
Jian Anran ignored the secret fight between the two people, but was thinking about the unnamed tomb.
The tombstone was blank, with nothing on it.
But some people came to pay homage, but all the ashes of the burned paper were cleaned up.
Obviously he didn't want others to know about it.
"Xingxing, there is one more thing you need to do."
Jian Anran's words interrupted the eye fight between the two.
"Okay sister! Just say it! I will definitely do it well!"
Jian Xingxing nodded seriously and patted his chest.
"Go and chat with the kid just now, and pay attention to the unnamed tombstone outside the village..."
Jian Anran simply said what happened just now: "Let's go test the villagers, and I'll leave the child to you. We'll meet here then."
"good!"
Jian Xingxing agreed, then turned and left.
"Let's go and ask."
Jian Anran held Chu Yan's hand very naturally, and the man did not struggle, but acquiesced to Jian Anran's behavior.
The two of them were like a couple, holding hands on the roadside and walking on the country road in the village.
There happened to be a middle-aged man smoking a dry cigarette on the roadside. When he saw Jian Anran and Chu Yan coming over, he just knocked on the cigarette rod: "Master Jian, what can I do?"
The village chief had promised before that he could not tell Jian Anran about that matter.
He must be careful not to be tricked!
"Actually, it's nothing. The girl disappeared, and we wanted to help, so we looked around and unexpectedly found an unnamed grave."
Jian Anran's expression was calm, with a moderate amount of doubt: "Do you know what's going on?"
Hearing this, the man's face changed slightly, with deep disgust: "What are you talking about? Don't worry about that, it's just a completely unimportant thing. No one in our village usually goes to see it. Buried
It’s already pretty good there.”
"Is that so?"
Jian Anran wanted to ask more, but the man waved his hand: "Master Jian, this can be regarded as our village's own grudge. Although you are the master, but..."
He didn't finish what he said, but Jian Anran already understood.
This man won't tell her.
Matters in the village are for the village to handle, and Jian Anran is just an outsider.
"Okay, I understand, thank you anyway."
Jian Anran smiled and left with Chu Yan.
They asked many villagers in circles and got similar answers.
The villagers here are very secretive about the tomb. When it is mentioned, they all have expressions of disgust and are unwilling to say more than a few words.
The more they behave like this, the more doubtful Jian Anran becomes.
The last home was the widow's home where Jian Anran and the others stayed.
Due to the gossip in the village, Chu Yan stood outside the door and waited, and only Jian Anran walked in by herself.
"Sister Wang, I want to ask you something."
Jian Anran got straight to the point and took out some food from the small gourd in advance and placed it on the table.
Widow Sister Wang's eyes lit up when she saw these rare things in the village.
She coughed lightly, looked at Jian Anran and asked: "If you have anything to ask, shouldn't you ask the village chief? Why did you come to ask me?"
"That's not because there are fewer people in the village. The village chief is very busy now. After thinking about it, I still think you are more reliable, Sister Wang, so I came to ask you."
Jian Anran smiled softly and pushed the things on the table: "I've been staying at Sister Wang's house for the past few days. It's been really troublesome."
"No trouble, no trouble, if you have anything to ask, just tell me!"
A smile appeared on Sister Wang's face, she put all these things into the cabinet, and then looked at Jian Anran again.
"That's right. I want to ask about the unnamed tombstone outside the village."
Jian Anran asked.
Sister Wang's expression stiffened for a moment, but she accepted all the gifts and said those words. It seemed that there was nothing she could do if she didn't say them.
"Hey... If I had known that this was what you were asking, I wouldn't have accepted anything from you."
Sister Wang shook her head and said, "That's from Mrs. Wang's house. There's no one in Mrs. Wang's house for a long time, so it's a lonely grave? It's very unlucky. Master Jian, when you are fine, you also
Don’t go there, or you’ll be exposed to bad luck.”
"Then why does Mrs. Wang attract people so...dislike?"
Jian Anran found an adjective.
Sister Wang raised her eyes and looked at her, then shook her head: "Master Jian, this is what happened in our village, I can't say anything."
