"Yes, but be careful not to strangle it."
Su Qing slapped Cheng Fangyi's big hand away, fearing that he would kill the little mouse if he used too much force.
"Okay, whatever my wife says is what it is. So are we going to look for Guizi now?" Cheng Fangyi continued to tease the mouse which was the size of his thumb.
The little mouse was a little annoyed and barked at Cheng Fangyi twice with its teeth barked.
"Wife, look, look, it's still mean to me." Cheng Fangyi, the complainer, said pitifully, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"Come on, you're an adult, and you're still fighting with a mouse. Come, you hold it, I'll go change my clothes and leave soon." Su Qing changed his clothes and stuffed a few packets of powerful knockout drugs into his pocket.
It has been more than an hour since they left the courtyard, and Guizi should have left.
What they have to do now is to find Guizi's residence and force her to reveal the drug trafficking route.
"Let's go."
Upon hearing this, the little mouse shook its nose and turned its head towards the southeast.
Su Qing walked quickly in the direction it pointed.
“Squeak—”
When reaching the fork in the road, the little mouse looked towards the road on the far right again.
Su Qing continued to follow.
When passing by a yard, Cheng Fangyi smelled a strong smell of blood and stopped.
"What's wrong? Let's go." Su Qing asked. The little mouse kept squeaking and pointed to the east. She wanted to catch up with it quickly.
"Something's wrong. This family's house smells too strong of blood, as if they just bled."
Without waiting for Su Qing to answer, Cheng Fangyi climbed up to the top of the wall in three or two steps.
For a moment, Cheng Fangyi was at a loss as to what to do.
Su Qing saw Cheng Fangyi squatting on the wall with a frown on his face, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"There's a small problem, but it's not a big deal. Old Dai, you take the others and stay here to deal with it. Be careful not to get yourself implicated. The rest of you, follow me."
Cheng Fangyi jumped off the wall, casually pulled off a handful of yellow thatch from the roadside, and swept away the footprints on the wall.
Old Dai was curious, so he also climbed over the wall like Cheng Fangyi, then turned around and vomited.
The comrades who were close to him quickly helped him down.
"Forget it, you guys help Old Dai away. Zhenrong, go call for help, we'll go ahead first, you'll catch up later." Cheng Fangyi arranged for two people to clean up the mess, and then followed the direction of Lao Shu's whereabouts.
The man named Zhenrong agreed.
The expressionless face immediately changed into a silly smile, and then he knocked on the door of Mu Laotou's house, "Uncle, uncle, it's me, Zhenrong, Mu Jinhua's youngest son, I came to see you."
Zhenrong knocked several times in a row, and the bang bang bang sound attracted the chickens and ducks in the next room to cluck non-stop.
Then Zhenrong knocked on the neighbor's door again. "Auntie, is this where Mr. Qiang lives? I'm his distant nephew. My family is in trouble, and my mother asked me to come and live with him." Zhenrong pointed to the house where the incident happened and asked, "But I've been knocking for a long time, and he's gone out."
The aunt glanced at Zhenrong, frowned, and asked, "We don't have anyone named Qiang Laosheng here. The family you're referring to is Old Man Mu's. You must have found the wrong one. You should look somewhere else."
Zhenrong shook his head and muttered to himself as he left, "I was wondering, my uncle isn't a butcher, so why does the house smell so bloody? I could smell it even when I was just passing by."
Zhenrong's words made the neighbor suspicious, and he hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about? What's the smell of blood?"
Could it be that the cry for help she just heard was real and not a dream?
Thinking that more than half an hour ago, she seemed to hear Old Man Mu's cry for help.
But she thought it was because she was confused from sleep, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
"It's the old man Mu's house you mentioned. I just knocked on the door and a fishy smell came out, exactly the same as the smell when our production team slaughtered pigs." Zhenrong said with a silly look on his face, looking very innocent.
The aunt took two steps at a time and knocked on the door of Old Man Mu's house.
The door panel was knocked loudly. In the past, Old Man Mu would have come to open the door cursing.
"My child's father, come quickly. His third uncle, his second uncle, you too, come quickly." The aunt knocked on doors and called for help. Soon she had gathered about ten people. "One of you, come over and open the door. I'm afraid something might happen to Old Man Mu."
Although Old Man Mu has a bad temper, he always comes to help his neighbors when they need him. Over time, Old Man Mu has left an image of a cold-faced but warm-hearted person in everyone's mind.
Even if the neighbors were scolded by Old Man Mu, they would not bear grudges and would even respond with a smile.
Now that they knew that something had happened to Old Man Mu, everyone stepped forward actively.
"I'll do it." A little boy of eight or nine years old quickly jumped onto the wall.
In a moment~
"Ugh... Dad, Mom, I'm scared." The little boy said in a crying voice, making everyone below very anxious.
"What's wrong? Why don't you tell me what you're crying for?" the aunt scolded.
He was already extremely anxious, and his words were intermittent and unclear.
"Grandpa Mu is dead, dead." The little boy was stuck on the wall, at a loss, tears streaming down his face.
"Uncle San, you are the thinnest, so you crawl in and open the door." The aunt said.
Zhenrong was also very curious about what kind of tragic scene could make a battle-hardened man like Lao Dai feel nauseous, so he stretched his head to look inside.
The door was opened from the inside and everyone rushed in.
Zhenrong followed the crowd into Old Man Mu's house.
Zhenrong only took one look and didn't dare to look again.
The way Old Man Mu died was truly horrifying.
He was lying on the ground in a spread-eagle position, his stomach ripped open, his internal organs crushed and scattered all over his body, and his tongue pulled out...
Blood was splattered everywhere, and after just watching for a while, some of it got on the soles of Zhenrong's shoes.
"Wa-wa--" the aunt burst into tears.
Then sobbing sounds continued to come from Old Man Mu's house.
Zhenrong scratched his head, thinking about the most appropriate excuse to leave, but the aunt grabbed him and said, "Young man, did you see anyone coming out of Old Man Mu's house? When did you notice something was wrong at Old Man Mu's house?"
In an instant, everyone looked over.
Zhenrong stuttered nervously, "I was just passing by and knocked on the door. When no one answered, I went to knock on your door. It took no more than two minutes."
Zhenrong felt wronged.
"Auntie, I'm clean, except for the soles of my shoes which got stained just now. I don't look like the murderer who killed him."
Zhenrong put on an honest look.
"I didn't say it was you. Forget it, go and find your relatives. There aren't many strong old students in our area anyway, so you can look for one somewhere else."
The aunt waved her hand and sent Zhenrong away.
Zhenrong was eager to do so, and strode out of Old Man Mu's house, following the marks left by everyone and all the way to the hill.
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