Qishan's eyes swept over the eleven bodies one by one.
He thought about it for a long time but didn't find any suspicious points.
I just don't want to think about it and copy the answer directly.
"Who's missing?"
"A man." Chen Tang answered, and added some details, "A man about seven feet four inches tall."
"A man about seven feet four inches?"
Qi Shan murmured this, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.
He knew who Shen Tang was talking about!
"Yes, there is indeed one person missing."
This person may still be alive!
Qishan fixed his eyes on the hands of the eleven corpses.
The hands of these corpses were very rough, dark in color, and covered with calluses. Even the old maids wearing silk had hands that worked all year round, but none of these corpses had hands that were used to writing all year round. Writing with a pen for a long time would cause the knuckles to deform, and the degree of deformation was related to the age at which the hand was practiced and the length of time it was practiced. These corpses did not have such characteristics on their hands.
But the side room they were in had several bookshelves, and in front of the window there were two books, one large and one small. The bamboo slips on the books were for the enlightenment of the child. If the child being enlightened was Ah Yan, then where was the person who enlightened him at this moment
Of course, this alone is not enough to prove anything. It is possible that the enlightenment teacher taught the children during the day and went back to his own home at night. But the bandit who opened the door for the two of them was brave but wore a brown Confucian shirt that didn't fit him well. This was interesting.
The most likely guess is that the clothes did not belong to the bandit, but to the gentleman who taught the child.
Qi Shan asked: "Then what? What's the use of finding it?"
Chen Tang said: "At least we can know some inside information."
Qi Shan couldn't help but laugh and reminded Chen Tang.
"Young Master Shen, do you still remember who you are now? Not to mention that this matter has nothing to do with you, even if it has something to do with you, you are involved now. Once it is investigated, it may be like a drop in the ocean, and you will never be able to return. To help others when seeing injustice, to take care of things when encountering them, this is the style of a ranger."
Chen Tang: “…”
Although this may not sound good, it is the truth.
She should just stay put instead of wasting time.
The whole village was searched, but there was no one alive except the two of them. Without any clues, Chen Tang had to put on his raincoat and hat again, and returned to Qianjia Village with Qi Shan. Through the rain, he saw Muramasa waiting for someone at the entrance of the village. Muramasa happened to see them and hurried over to greet them: "You two are finally back—"
Chen Tang said regretfully: "We still haven't found..."
But Muramasa said, "I found Ah Yan."
Chen Tang and Qi Shan were both surprised: "Found it?"
Qishan asked again: "Where are the others?"
Chen Tang also asked, "Where did he go before?"
Muramasa was happy that Ah Yan was safe, and seeing the two strangers being so enthusiastic, his smile grew even wider.
He had specially waited at the entrance of the village to wait for the two to come back and tell them the good news: "Ayan was called out by his teacher earlier. That teacher said he would take him away and go north to look for his relatives. Because something unexpected happened, he had to leave immediately. This time he is on the road..."
Chen Tang and Qi Shan looked at each other.
"Ayan's teacher?"
"What's so urgent that you have to set out in the rain at night?"
Muramasa didn't know either, and he didn't ask too much.
Chen Tang asked, "Did Ah Yan leave with him voluntarily?"
Muramasa was surprised and asked, "What are you talking about, young master?"
Chen Tang laughed awkwardly.
Muramasa added: "Don't worry, that gentleman is a good man."
Even if he is not a good person, he would not be a kidnapper. Children these days are worthless, let alone a mentally retarded child with a brain disease.
Why go through all the trouble to kidnap and sell him
This rainstorm showed no sign of stopping.
About ten miles away from Qianjia Village.
The red horse was running through the dense forest in the heavy rain.
The horse was carrying two people, one big and one small.
The older one had grey hair and looked quite old, wearing a crescent-colored scholar's robe, a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. The younger one had no rain gear and held the reins tightly with both hands.
Look carefully, isn’t this kid who is pursing his lips and has a serious and solemn expression the A Yan that everyone has been looking for half the night
"drive!"
The horse's hooves fell, splashing mud and water.
The red horse leaped out of the dense forest like a ball of fire. Without the slightest hesitation, it leaped two meters and stopped only after crossing the turbulent stream.
"Ayan, it's ok..."
A weak voice came from behind.
Ah Yan controlled the horse and half-knelt, helping the frail old man down from the horse with one hand. Blood mixed with rainwater gathered at the old man's feet. He sat on the ground powerlessly, his face pale and blue, his right hand always covering the area below his right ribs, and blood kept flowing out of the wound.
The old man took several deep breaths and slowed down his breathing in order to suppress the severe pain from his wound, but the veins on his forehead were still throbbing uncontrollably.
Ah Yan looked at the old man sadly and raised his hand to help him straighten his crooked hat. The old man forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's okay, fortunately it wasn't too deep, I shouldn't die..."
After a while, he saw Ah Yan take out a thumb-sized piece of sticky candy from his wet bag. It was stained with blood and wet by rain, and had already melted into a sticky candy. He handed it to the old man and said, "Teacher, eat it."
The old man smiled and didn't refuse.
The taste of maltose is really not that good.
He tore off his sleeves and pieced together a simple bandage to wrap around the wound. After doing this, he stood up with the help of A Yan and said to himself: "Let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, and then get some dry food to go to Xiaocheng..."
Ah Yan murmured: "Xiaocheng?"
The old man said, “Yes, let’s go there first and make plans later.”
I was lucky enough to escape the pursuit this time, but what about the next time
Luck won't always be on his side, so he has to prepare early.
It's just a pity for the child Ayan, who has to follow this old man to escape for his life at such a young age. I wanted to keep him here, but the child has grown up and has his own ideas.
Ah Yan nodded: "Yes, let's go to Xiaocheng!"
"Does Ah Yan know where Xiaocheng is?"
"I don't know." Ah Yan pointed at the horse, "There is a big red horse."
The old man suppressed his laughter and said, "You are still too young. The big red horse can't last long. Forcing it to maintain will cause you a great burden... Ah Yan, put away your big red horse. The master is in a better condition now. Let's find a place to shelter from the rain for one night..."
Ah Yan nodded vigorously.
This night was particularly difficult.
When Chen Tang woke up, the rain had stopped.
The soil outside the house was muddy and full of potholes filled with mud and water. Muramasa had already packed the dry food he had prepared for the two of them.
While the sun was still young, Qishan decided to set off early.
The two of them drove for an hour before they came across a roadside teahouse, and decided to stop to rest their feet, drink some tea and catch their breath.
A sound of horse hooves came from far away. There were about a hundred people, all dressed as soldiers, and several prisoner cars were escorting behind the team.
Qi Shan glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and said, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Shen, we are not looking for you. This group should be soldiers from the Geng Kingdom."