Wang Tuzi brought nine people to the study.

Shan Mo stared at them like a sharp sword, "Have you touched anything in this study?"

Everyone felt numb and shook their heads.

Shanmo looked at Wang Tuzi.

Wang Tuzi forced himself to calm down, "Brother Mo, I cleaned it once, but I really didn't take anything." Shan Mo allowed him to enter this study.

Shanmo left Wang the butcher behind and asked the others to leave.

After the door was closed, Shan Mo said to him, "That means it was stolen by Guo Jingyi. I didn't expect she could open the lock."

Wang Tuzi said angrily: "What is it? Is it important? I will find it when I go to deal with Guo Jingyi tonight."

Shan Mo thought for a long time, but he didn't want to go there by himself. "It's an account book with a blue cover. When you get it, remember not to open it and bring it back to me directly. In addition to Guo Jingyi, the female educated youth who lived with her and Lu Beichu should all be dealt with."

Shanmo was worried that Guo Jingyi would take the account book back and tell the people she lived with and her boyfriend about the matter. After all, they were the two people closest to her.

Wang the butcher's neck trembled. Killing three people at once, how important is the account book?

It was one o'clock in the morning and it was so dark outside that you couldn't see your hand.

Wang Tuzi brought three of his most trusted brothers to Dafeng Village in the dark. Fearing they would be discovered, they didn't even turn on their flashlights.

There was peace in He Zhaoyang's home.

Butcher Wang took out a small knife and inserted it into the crack of the door. After picking out the iron nail that held the bolt, he used the blade of the knife to slowly move the bolt to the right.

In the room, Guo Jingyi, who was unable to sleep because of what happened during the day, suddenly opened her eyes and pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

There is sound.

After making sure that she had heard correctly, Guo Jingyi immediately thought of Shanmo and Wang Tuzi. She lifted the pillow, held the flashlight in one hand and the scissors in the other.

The moment the light was turned on, the white light reflected from the blade fell on Guo Jingyi's face.

"Someone come! Catch the thief."

"Someone come! Catch the thief."

"Someone come! Catch the thief."

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Zhang Meili was frightened awake from her sleep. She sat up and looked at Guo Jingyi who was shouting. She was unable to react until she saw the knife stuck in the crack of the door and then she started shouting.

Next door, He Zhaoyang and his wife were awakened. He Zhaoyang and his son ran to the back of the hall, rushed out with hoes, and shouted angrily: "Who dares to steal my food?"

After Wang Tuzi was discovered, he didn't even bother to kill Guo Jingyi and ran away with his brothers.

It was too quiet in the middle of the night, and Guo Jingyi and Zhang Meili's voices were so loud that they almost tore their throats.

Food is the lifeblood of the villagers. If it is stolen by thieves, they will starve to death.

The people who were woken up got up, put on their clothes and went out to catch the thief.

Few people had flashlights, so they all ran over with candles.

Guo Jingyi saw the tip of the knife disappear from the gap in the door and the noise outside was getting louder and louder. She quickly put on her clothes, picked up the flashlight and went to open the door.

Zhang Meili reached out and grabbed her collar, saying fearfully, "Jingyi, they have knives, we'd better not go out."

Guo Jingyi: "No, I have to go out and take a look."

Those people were coming for me. If the villagers didn't catch them, there might be a next time.

Wang Tuzi and the other three were surrounded by villagers from Dafeng Village. The candlelight was dim and could not withstand more than a dozen candles.

He Qianghai tied the hands and feet of the four people with hemp ropes and said, "If you dare to steal in our village, I will send you to the police station at dawn tomorrow."

After tying the man up, he kicked him several times out of anger.

Only after hearing that the person had been caught did Zhang Meili dare to come out.

When she saw Wang Tuzi’s face, she covered her mouth in horror. Wasn’t that Wang Tuzi?

They are so powerful in the county, do they need to steal other people's things?

Wang Shuning came over wearing a cotton coat and holding a flashlight, and his eyes met Guo Jingyi's, and the two of them kept silent in tacit understanding.

He Weiyuan, who came over to join in the fun, was horrified. What he did during the day didn't work out, so he found Guo Jingyi's house in the middle of the night and forced her to go to bed?

When the village chief arrived, some people in the village had already recognized that this was the gangster who came to He Liangliang's house to collect debts during the New Year. Was the thousand yuan spent so quickly?

Now he has fallen to the level of a thief.

He Haiming frowned. He could naturally guess that the other party did not come to the village to steal food. He ran to He Zhaoyang's house obviously for Guo Jingyi.

The sharp knife fell to the ground, and the sharp blade made people feel heavy.

Lu Beichu came over with a cane, and he was sweating profusely because he walked so fast. "Jingyi, are you okay?"

Guo Jingyi supported him, shook her head and replied: "It's okay, I was just a little scared."

Fearing that he would worry, Guo Jingyi did not tell Lu Beichu about the kidnapping after she returned.

He Haiming: "Lock these four people in the ancestral hall and send them to town tomorrow morning."

After daybreak, the village chief, along with three production team leaders, five elderly people who had a say in the village, and fifteen young and middle-aged men, marched towards the town in a mighty procession.

The villagers were a little puzzled. Why did they need more than twenty people to escort only four people?

Village entrance.

Wang Shuning looked at the end of the crowd and said, "The village chief knows that there are people behind Wang the butcher, so he brought so many people over to support them, just to prevent them from being released easily."

He Haiming can be considered a responsible and good village official since he was able to plan to this extent for Guo Jingyi, an educated youth from outside the village.

Guo Jingyi didn't sleep all night. "Yesterday they opened the door with a knife. The account book is so important. Why do I feel like they are here to kill people?"

Wang Shuning: "They are here to kill people. Zhang Meili lives with you, and they want to kill two people at once. They suspect that the account book is with you."

Guo Jingyi licked her lips. "There is still half a month until March 15th. I hope they won't come again."

He Haiming led the villagers along the way and told everyone they met that Wang Butcher and his companions had been caught stealing food from the village at midnight last night, making sure that the four faces were seen by everyone.

When Shan Mo learned that Wang Tuzi was arrested and taken to the Yihe Town Public Security Bureau, he was so angry that he kicked over the large vase in the study.

Then they hurried to Yihe Town to rescue the person.

Who would have thought that the small Public Security Bureau in Yihe Town would not give him face.

"The people of Dafeng Village brought the four of them in early in the morning with drums and gongs. Everyone in the town saw it clearly. If I let them go now and someone outside recognizes them, I won't be able to explain to the people."

Shan Mo wanted to hit someone, but he promised, "I won't let them go out for half a month after I take them away, and I will never let anyone else see them."

The director of the Yihe Town Public Security Bureau was hesitant. He was just a small official. When He Haiming brought the man here today, he repeatedly reminded him that a thief like this who dared to steal food in the middle of the night with a knife could cause a loss of life at any time.

The villagers were very scared and asked if Wang Butzi and the other three could be locked up for ten or twenty years. Otherwise, what would they do if they came back to the village to take revenge on them?

He said to Shanmo tactfully, "How about you ask the higher-ups to pass on a message to me?"

Shan Mo held his breath and wanted to curse, his chest rising and falling sharply, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go and tell him."

The director's forehead was covered with sweat, but he couldn't wipe it off with his hand, and he felt nervous.