Daming King of Punishment

"Is this good to say!" Song Wuya didn't answer this question clearly, although he felt that this matter was very strange, and it must have something to do with the governor, but at this time he still didn't make a clear decision.

Bai Zhuo didn't ask any more questions, after all, he also knew Song Wuya's style.

Unknowingly, the two felt that they had already left the county government office, and a burst of light and childish singing came from not far away.

"The black dragon flies to the sky, and the black slave flees to the ground. Whoever dares to provoke the black dragon, the black slave will seek his life! The black slave's red eyes are seductive, and he will go to Zhao's first village, and Zhao Da will be left alone. If he dies, he will be buried with him!"

"Black dragon, black dragon flying to the sky, black slave, black slave..."

"What a strange nursery rhyme!" Bai Zhuo spoke out first, frowning and looking at Song Wuya beside him.

Song Wuya's heart ached when he heard this nursery rhyme.

"Where is this nursery rhyme? Someone clearly taught it on purpose! Come on, let's go over and ask."

Song Wuya followed, frowning, watching the children holding hands and forming a circle, dancing and singing.

Seeing this situation, Song Wuya saw that there happened to be a sugar seller beside him, and immediately went over to buy a few sugar figures, and then arrived at the children.

"Children, stop for a while." Song Wuya said to the children with a smile, shaking the sugar figurine in his hand.

The children were having fun when they were interrupted by Song Wuya, and their eyes immediately turned to the sugar figurine in Song Wuya's hand.

"Brother asks you a question, if you answer correctly, these sugar figurines will reward you, do you agree?"

The children had long been drooling over the sugar figurine in Song Wuya's hands, and they nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.Shouted in unison: "Okay!"

"Okay! Then brother asks you, who taught you this ballad?"

Song Wuya asked a question directly. He really wanted to know who used such a method to make the people here feel panic.What Song Wuya directly suspected was the governor. After all, the purpose of Song Qian's arrival just now was very clear, which was to let Zhao Manshan die, and now the content of this ballad is also very clear, even if anyone can hear it clearly, this It is necessary to let Zhao Da die, otherwise all of them will be buried with the people of Zhaojiazhuang.

Bai Zhuo at the side smiled when he heard this, and he admired Song Wuya in his heart.

Those children were also happy to answer, and immediately shouted: "A big brother gave it to us!"

"A big brother?" Song Wuya was a little puzzled. He thought it was Song Qian with the mustache, but now it seemed that it was someone else. He immediately asked, "What kind of big brother is it?"

"A big brother like you, brother."

The children answered quickly, Song Wuya frowned, but he couldn't figure out who this big brother who was about the same age as him was.

Startled for a while, Song Wuya saw a few children looking at the sugar figurine in his hand eagerly, and immediately said with a smile, "Come on, don't grab it, one per person!"

After he finished speaking, the children immediately waved their little hands and shouted, "I want this, I want this!"

Soon, the sugar figurines in their hands were gone, and each of the children started to lick one, and continued singing the song just now while licking.

"Children, don't sing this song in the future." Bai Zhuo hurriedly stopped when he heard the children singing again.

However, when Song Wuya heard him say this, he immediately stopped him: "Children, it's okay, it's okay, if you want to sing, keep singing!"

"Hey! Brother Wu Ya..." When Bai Zhuo wanted to say something, he was dragged away by Song Wuya.While being dragged by Song Wuya, he was still yelling: "Why don't you stop these little guys! Let them continue singing like this, so it's okay? By then, the people will probably all make trouble in the county government. .”

As the two continued walking, Song Wuya said to Bai Zhuo again: "Brother Bai, since they have used such a method, why should we bother with them? Even if we let these children not sing Now, what about the other children? There are quite a few children here."

"But..." Bai Zhuo still disagreed.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Think about it. What's the purpose of their doing this? Isn't it because they want Zhao Manshan to die? The more they do this, the better things will be for us. After all, the reason they did this is still Because they are afraid in their hearts, afraid that the truth of the matter will be exposed. This can only tell us that we are very close to the truth."

Unlike Bai Zhuo, Song Wuya was very happy when facing this incident, because in his opinion, he was already close to the truth, so these people were so worried.

Bai Zhuo had no choice but to sigh.The appearance of this weird nursery rhyme made his heart uneasy.

"Now we have to find a way to find out what that black slave is!" Song Wuya continued to walk forward, he thought of the old man who sold sweet potatoes, now he must be able to ask where the coal came from So that they can follow the clues to find the whereabouts of those black slaves.

"Going into the mountains again?" Bai Zhuo immediately frowned when he heard this, his face became ugly.

The last time he entered the mountain, he had already suffered a lot, and he really couldn't bear to go in again.Immediately complained.

"Didn't we just go in? And there is nothing to gain, and there may not be any gain if we go in again, I think it's better to forget it!"

For this matter, Bai Zhuo obviously didn't have much enthusiasm. After all, he was different from Song Wuya. Song Wuya had such an idea because he had some clues.

He didn't say much, and took Bai Zhuo directly to the direction he remembered before, and soon found the old man who sold baked sweet potatoes.

"Old man, do you still remember me?" Song Wuya went over and asked directly.

The old man looked at Song Wuya with joy: "My kind son, how can I not remember the old man? Are you here to buy sweet potatoes again?"

"No, I just want to ask you about the place where these charcoal fires were found." Song Wuya explained what he meant.

The old man nodded immediately after hearing this: "Okay, okay! But I'm afraid you won't be able to find it even after I tell you. Wait for me for a while, and I'll close the stall and take you there."

"Really? That's really embarrassing!" Song Wuya said with some embarrassment.

The old man didn't care about this, and immediately smiled: "Young master is so kind and trusts the old man so much, how can I not help with this little favor? Besides, I haven't sold much here, and I can't earn much money." .”

After discussing this with the old man, Song Wuya immediately said to Bai Zhuo: "Brother Bai, follow the old man to the gate of the city and wait for me first, I'll go back and bring some people."

Throwing away these words, Song Wuya went straight to the county government office. The officers and soldiers brought by Song Qian were still resting here, Song Wuya directly asked them to gather, and then went to the city gate.

Soon, a group of people came to the gate of the city, met old man Bai Zhuo, and headed directly to their village under the leadership of the old man.

An hour later, the old man returned home, put down the car, and took them directly to the place where the charcoal fire was found.

Soon, in a forest outside the crops far away from the village, Song Wuya saw the road already overgrown with weeds.A lot of weeds on the road were overwhelmed by the wheels, and the traces were still fresh.Song Wuya saw a lot of black dregs scattered on the weedy road at a glance.

"It's here." The old man said to Song Wuya with certainty.

Song Wuya nodded, and then asked the old man, "Old man, what was this road used for?"

"This one! It seems to be a road made by quarrying in the past. Later, no stones were quarried, so it was abandoned." The old man thought for a while and replied.

"Quarrying stones? Who is so bold? If you rush to quarry on the head of the black dragon in Heifeng Mountain, aren't you afraid that black slaves will kill you?" Bai Zhuo said anxiously after hearing this.

The old man shook his head: "It is said that a high-ranking official built the mausoleum, so he quarried stone here. But I have never heard of black slaves claiming their lives! After the mausoleum was built, it was abandoned here."

Bai Zhuo, who wanted to hit Song Wuya at first, immediately lost interest and walked aside resentfully.

Song Wuya nodded and said: "Old man, then you go back first, let's go in and have a look."

Hearing Song Wuya say this, the old man became a little nervous, and immediately reminded: "My lord, the Heifeng Mountain has not been peaceful recently, and the murder in Zhaojiazhuang just happened, I think you still..."

"Don't worry! We are members of the government. The purpose of coming here is to solve the Zhaojiazhuang bloody case and find the real culprit. How can we be afraid to go in because of this? If that is the case, even one party's safety will not be guaranteed. What do you want us people for?"

Seeing that Song Wuya was so sure, the old man opened his mouth to speak but stopped, nodded and said: "Young Master, be careful, don't act recklessly when you encounter trouble, you must act carefully!"

Song Wuya nodded, thanking the old man for his worry, and immediately led a group of people along the road towards the mountain.