"Hehe, Brother Jun, Brother Meng, did my posture just now look like that of an expert?"
On the ninth day of the lunar month, his guard was instantly broken when I took the photo. He rolled his eyes at me and said that he had not experienced the addiction of an expert.
"Little leader, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Young policeman Zhao Meng was amused by Chujiu's words and felt helpless for a while, so he came over and asked to return the red book to Chujiu.
"Of course I'm telling the truth. How can I make progress in the future if I tell lies?"
Chujiu stared at Zhao Meng with a playful smile, waiting for Zhao Meng's praise.
"To be honest, the master didn't feel it. He just felt that you deserved to be beaten like that, haha."
Chujiu was stunned for a long time, with a disappointed expression on his face. He curled his lips and whispered, "Even if you deserve a beating, you can't beat me."
"How did you come by yourself? Didn't you say that someone from the bureau came with you?"
After the atmosphere became familiar, Zhang Jun asked us why we didn't go to the police station first.
I can't tell them the truth about Chujiu's trouble. I can only express it euphemistically so that as few people know about it as possible, it will save unnecessary trouble.
The admiration shown in the eyes of the two people made me suddenly feel that what Wan Li said was quite useful. At least this excuse to reduce the impact on society is very practical.
"The one inside has been tied up by us. He only makes some noise occasionally, which always makes people feel cautious."
After all, Zhang Jun and Zhao Meng are just ordinary people a few years older than me. It is already very difficult to remain like this when they encounter things like corpse fraud.
"I'm afraid of a hammer, but I'm here! Come on, let's go in and see what's going on."
Chujiu patted her chest and promised that only one hand would be enough to deal with the female corpse inside.
When we walked to the gate of the yard, Chujiu looked up at the sun in the sky again and told us that we might have to wait until night to solve the problem.
When you push open the wooden door of the yard, the first thing you see is the old man sitting at the door of the cave directly in front.
The old man held the dry tobacco pole in his hand and was puffing away at the smoke without even looking at the people who came into the yard.
The moment I saw the old man, I didn't know if it was an illusion or something else, but I always felt that the old man exuded a deep aura. In Chujiu's words just now, he felt like an expert.
This feeling only appeared for a moment, and when you look at the old man again, he is just an ordinary old man with dark skin.
"over there."
Young Zhao Meng casually pointed to the wooden shed in the corner of the yard.
The wooden shed was covered with thick hay, and on top of the hay lay a young woman tied up with ropes.
The young woman dressed in coarse cloth was almost as described in the information. She didn't look like a dead body, but just like an ordinary person sleeping.
"Nothing to see, just an old witch with several people hiding in her body."
When Chujiu said these words, from the corner of my eye, I saw the old man who had been concentrating on smoking cigarettes. I slightly raised my head and glanced at Chujiu.
At this time, I was sure that the old man was not incapable of hearing as stated in the information. At the same time, I was convinced that my feeling just now was correct.
This old man known as Mr. Brick is definitely not simple.
As if to confirm Chujiu's words, the female corpse lying on the haystack suddenly began to twitch.
Zhang Jun and Zhao Meng took a step back in unison, even though the female body was tied with ropes.
"roll!"
Chujiu yelled at the female corpse, and the female corpse instantly became stable.
Zhang Jun and Zhao Meng looked at Chujiu again, no longer suspicious as before. At this time, they were sure that the young man in front of them was really an expert.
"Brother Jun, where are we staying? I'm almost exhausted after riding for two days."
Chujiu took off the backpack on his back and shook his arms.
"Zhao Meng and I live in this cave dwelling. The earthen kang inside is big enough. There is no problem for the four of us."
Zhang Jun grabbed the backpack from Chujiu's hand, pointed to the cave dwelling on the left, and walked inside first. When passing by the old man, he specifically introduced to us that the old man's poor ears were not working well.
Chujiu, who happened to walk next to the old man, sniffed his nose and gave the old man a confused look.
"Oh, Guo Guo, this is the Tukang? I finally saw the Tukang."
Chujiu jumped onto the Tukang, and lay down on it regardless of whose quilt it was, screaming about how it could be so warm.
Zhang Jun told us that the Tukang was still cold the night before.
This morning the old man next door came over specially to help them light the fire in the Tukang stove. All he had to do was throw some firewood into the stove every once in a while.
"Guo Guo, I want to have a good sleep. I will definitely sleep soundly on this earthen bed."
After getting acquainted with each other, Zhang and Jun both felt funny and helpless about Chujiu.
Zhang Jun introduced me to the situation here. The biggest problem was not going to the toilet but eating. I could only help heat up the dry food for the elderly while they were waiting for them to cook.
When Chujiu heard Zhang Jun say that he quit, he asked in a low voice: Do we only have cold steamed buns for food?
Zhang Jun said embarrassedly that this was the current situation, but when he went to the city to help us get bedding, he would bring some other food along the way.
Chujiu clamored to eat beef dumplings from the first village and asked Zhang Jun to bring a pound of Sichuan-flavored dumplings.
Zhang Jun hesitated for a few seconds, then said "Hello" with a slight trembling of the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Jun, there are wrapped dumplings in the first village. We can cook them ourselves. You can buy a five-pound dumpling, which is enough for us to eat for two meals. By the way, bring two cold dishes."
I took out a hundred yuan and handed it to Zhang Jun. I knew very well what Zhang Jun's expression looked like just now.
I know quite a bit about the wage levels in Shanxi. How can ordinary families eat dumplings every day? There are many families in Lijiacun eating steamed buns.
Zhang Jun refused to take my money until I told him that this was considered a mission allowance and would be reimbursed by his superiors afterwards, so he took it with some hesitation.
"It seems that you have benefited from it. Our captain came to bring us vegetarian dumplings stuffed with radish two days ago. I haven't eaten these beef dumplings for a long time."
Zhang Jun greeted Zhao Meng and stayed with me and Chujiu, while he went to the city to get bedding.
Before leaving, Chujiu reminded him not to tell the person in charge of the Public Security Bureau that we were here, as it would be too much trouble.
Not long after Zhang Jun left, he fell asleep on the ninth day of the lunar month.
Perhaps it was because of the large temperature difference between the inside and outside of the cave. It was warm and I started to feel sleepy after a while.
I was woken up by the sound of talking in the yard. There were two new quilts next to the earthen kang. They looked like they were supplies from the police, with the same color and style.
"Let me do it."
When I walked out of the cave, I understood why the two of them were quarreling in front of the stove.
Water was added to the large iron pot, and the two of them prepared to boil the water to cook the dumplings, but they struggled for a long time and failed to light the fire.
Five minutes later, Zhang Jun and Zhao Meng stared at the raging fire in the stove, looking at me like a monster.
"Don't look at it. I am also a native of rural Shanxi. I have lit stoves worse than this one."