"What is that place?" Baili Pangpang looked from afar, "Is it a village?"

"It's a fishing village." Cao Yuan looked down at the map and frowned slightly. "The map doesn't show that there is a fishing village here... Is it because it's too small and it was missed?"

"This place is too remote, there isn't even a decent road. If you want to go to the city from here, it will take at least five hours to walk. Plus, this fishing village isn't very big, so it's not surprising that it's not on the map." An Qingyu paused and added faintly:

"Of course, there may be some other reasons..."

Baili Pangpang shuddered, "Now that you mention it, I feel that this fishing village is even more weird...Should we go in?"

"Of course we have to go in. The past and future of this fishing village are in chaos, which explains something. The disappearance of the Masked Team is closely related to this place." Lin Qiye said firmly, "But before that, let's send a message to the headquarters first, just in case."

Lin Qiye took out his cell phone, contacted Zuo Qing, described his location and situation, and then hung up.

"Let's go in and take a look at what's so special about this fishing village..."

Lin Qiye and the others packed up their luggage and walked towards the fishing village in the distance. The tide in the dark was beating against the shore, and the lights flickering in the night were getting closer and closer to them, emitting a strange atmosphere.

Soon, everyone reached the edge of the fishing village.

"Did you find anything?" An Qingyu asked in a low voice.

"No, judging from the current situation, this is just an ordinary fishing village." Within this range, Lin Qiye's mental power had already swept through the fishing village. "There are about 20 to 30 households in the village, most of them have already rested, and nothing unusual was found."

"Nothing unusual..." An Qingyu frowned slightly, "How should I check this?"

"The fastest way, of course, is to ask the villagers directly." Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pointed at a few houses with lights still on. "Those families haven't gone to bed yet. Maybe we can go and give it a try."

"In the middle of the night, a few outsiders suddenly broke into the village and asked questions. They would scare people, right?" Baili Pangpang scratched his head.

"Leave it to me." Jia Lan patted his chest, "I will pretend to be lost and find a random family to stay with. Then I will find a chance to ask the villagers if they have seen anyone from the Mask team. I can also get some information about this village."

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and nodded, "This method is feasible, but we haven't figured out the details of this village yet. It's too dangerous for you to go alone..."

He turned to look at An Qingyu and Jiang Er, "Qingyu, Jiang Er, you two should go with Jia Lan."

An Qingyu raised his eyebrows, with a subtle expression on his face, "Why don't you go with Jia Lan?"

“I’m going to use the [Eye of Secrets] to search around the village again to see if there are any other discoveries.” Lin Qiye shrugged.

"All right."

"Then I'll go to another house with Lao Cao and Zhua Ge to stay overnight." Baili Pangpang volunteered.

"Of course you can, but remember not to let Cao Yuan knock on the door. He doesn't look like a good person and will scare the villagers."

Cao Yuan: ...

"Then let's split up tonight to collect clues and gather here tomorrow morning. If anything unexpected happens during this time, don't worry too much. Just make some noise, the bigger the better, and the others will rush over immediately." Lin Qiye said solemnly to everyone.

"receive!"

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late at night.

Knock knock knock——!

"Who is it?" A voice came from the old house.

The door opened and a fisherman in his forties stood at the door with a vigilant expression. He was slightly stunned when he saw the man and woman in front of him.

Both of them were strangers. The woman was wearing a dark blue Han robe, her black hair was tied with a red rope vertically at her waist, and her eyes were as bright as stars; the man looked gentle and elegant, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and his smile was shy and kind.

Seeing these two harmless faces, the fishermen's vigilance relaxed a little.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

"Sorry to bother you." An Qingyu bowed slightly and said apologetically, "We came here to travel, but accidentally got separated from the tour group and lost our way, and walked all the way to this village...

It's getting late now, and we don't know the way, so we want to find a place to stay first. Is it convenient?"

The fisherman looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Galan who was standing beside him.

"Uncle, it's really dark and cold outside. Can you lend us an empty room to sleep in? If not, we can sleep on the floor..." Galan said pitifully.

When the fisherman heard this, his vigilance dissipated a little. He looked at the two young men carefully and they didn't look like bad people. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay, we have an empty room in our house. You can sleep there tonight and leave tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"

"Thanks."

"Thank you, uncle."

The fisherman took a step back and walked into the house. An Qingyu and Jialan looked at each other, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time, and they walked into the house.

The fisherman's house is very simple. There is only a square table and a few benches in the living room. The walls on all four sides are densely hung with fishing tools. As soon as you walk in, a faint fishy smell of the sea hits you in the face.

The fisherman pointed to an empty room and said, "That's it. It used to be my son's room, but no one has lived there for a long time. You guys should just make do with it."

Jia Lan nodded and walked into the house.

An Qingyu turned around and continued chatting with the fishermen with a smile:

"May I ask your name?"

"My last name is Chen, Chen Gou, and everyone in the village calls me Lao Gou." The fisherman moved a stool and sat down, then pointed at the bench opposite with his chin, motioning An Qingyu to sit down.

He reached into his arms and took out a box of cigarettes, flicked one out and handed it to An Qingyu.

The corner of An Qingyu's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to refuse, but after hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took it.

"Uncle Chen." An Qingyu pretended to hold the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Do you usually live alone?"

"Yes..." Chen Gou picked up a box of matches from the square table beside him, rubbed it gently, and a faint spark ignited, lighting the cigarettes in his and An Qingyu's hands. "My wife died of illness several years ago, and my son left this fishing village a few years ago and went out to make a living."

An Qingyu looked back at the room that had not been occupied for a long time, "You haven't been back for many years?"

"Yes." Chen Gou stared at the room and smiled slightly, "However, this kid is the first child from our village to leave. It is considered a great honor for his father, me."

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