Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

"More importantly, those people were very abnormal. They acted as if they knew about the deaths of more than 300 members of Huang Renshou's family. When questioned, they said with certainty that the result was obtained through praying to gods and Buddhas, and they were very devout."

"Their eyes, micro-expressions, and small gestures all indicate that they genuinely agree with this statement from the bottom of their hearts."

"What is the situation of those who are still alive in the village?"

"We have deployed police officers to guard the area to prevent riots."

Every household in Huangjia Village hangs white banners, and funeral home vehicles come and go in and out of the village. In addition, local medical and epidemic prevention personnel are also on the move.

Hongliang parked his car on the path between Huangjia Village and the original inhabitants, separated by a ditch and farmland.

On one side, every household is a small villa with a yard and floor-to-ceiling windows, and the exterior walls are all tiled.

On one side are ordinary two- or three-story red brick houses, with the red bricks exposed. Some houses don't even have windows; there's just a curtain or something similar to block the view into the house.

Hong Liang said with a helpless and dejected tone, "I checked, and it was arranged by a newly appointed leader more than ten years ago. He directly reassigned those people to Zhangjia Village. Otherwise, I don't know how they would have been oppressed."

Hong Liang: "People from the surrounding villages also had some friction with Huangjia Village. After a leader who could make decisions came, they united and suppressed Huangjia Village."

“The people in other villages are also powerful…” Hong Liang paused, thinking of the information the team had gathered, and said helplessly, “The Huang Renshou clan is ruthless, but the original people were too weak. The surrounding villages have also tried to help them, but…” He couldn’t stand up for himself.

“There’s always a reason why someone is pitiful.” He Zheng looked around and interrupted Hong Liang’s words: “Let’s go take a look around Huangjia Village first, and then go to the other side.”

Funeral music filled every household in Huangjia Village. Occasionally, people would emerge from their houses, their faces filled with fear, their eyes scanning their surroundings uneasily.

A knife hangs overhead, and no one knows when it will fall.

As they ventured deeper into the village and passed the Huangjia Village Ancestral Hall, He Zheng and Hong Liang saw a large group of young people gathered there, their expressions either frenzied or numb.

The latter is one of silent despair, waiting to die.

The former would occasionally take close-up photos of his face with his phone, the screen reflecting the light, and then excitedly boast to those around him: "Two hundred thousand easily earned!"

"Women these days are so vain. I spent 20,000 yuan in the game, and look, now a bunch of women are adding me, practically wanting to strip naked and lie in front of me."

"Is it because too many family members have died that you're overly grieving and have developed delusions?"

If this were said in the past, it would have been an insult, but now it has become the truth, so much so that those around it cannot even muster any rebuttal.

"Tch." The person who was refuted wasn't angry. He held his phone up to the other person's face. "Look, all the messages I've received are explicit. Would I lie to you?"

To prove he wasn't lying, the man even showed his phone to others.

Gossip can bring a little fluctuation to numb thoughts. People around subconsciously glanced at their phones and were speechless at a series of account names with XX+xxx...

"That's how people who've never seen the world are," someone couldn't help but complain.

"Who are you calling ignorant?!" The man was told he hadn't been angry because his family had died many times, but when told he hadn't seen the world, he immediately jumped up, raised his fist, and charged forward.

The ancestral hall immediately became noisy.

Hong Liang tried to step forward to stop him, but He Zheng quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him behind him, preventing him from going in.

"Captain He?" Hong Liang asked, puzzled.

He Zheng remained silent. If Hong Liang stepped forward to stop him before things were cleared up, he might be thrown into the Huang family.

He glanced at the young people from Huangjia Village inside, who were venting their fear through violence, then looked up at the plaque and door frame outside the ancestral hall. "Forget about the plaque, the door frame must be from decades ago."

Hong Liang glanced at it: "Before... it was already good enough that it didn't burn."

He Zheng nodded: "In other words, this ancestral hall with its door frame was built by the villagers of Hulu Village in the past."

I heard from older people in the surrounding villages that this village used to be called Hulu Village.

Hong Liang nodded: "Yes... um???"

He was startled, then realized what was happening and pointed to the increasingly chaotic scene inside, saying, "So, Huang Renshou and his group were actually smashing the ancestral hall by smashing the memorial tablets, not by demolishing and rebuilding the ancestral hall?"

He Zheng glanced at him sideways: "Otherwise what? How scarce were building materials back then? Would a bunch of refugees be willing to use such good materials?"

Even though the door frame was painted, he could still see the wood's true nature from the mottled areas around the plaque—it was sandalwood.

The fact that this village could afford to build an ancestral hall with this kind of wood suggests that it must have been the ancestral home of some high-ranking official.

Hong Liang was so shocked he couldn't speak, but then he thought it made sense: "So, this group of people are standing in someone else's ancestral hall asking for protection?"

It sounds absurd!

If this is true, then if the original ancestors of this land were still alive, they would probably want to kill these people.

"Could it be that the building materials used in this ancestral hall contain radioactive substances that could induce angina?" Hong Liang said uncertainly.

This is at least more credible than the claims about ghosts and gods.

He Zheng glanced around, saw no one, and lowered his voice: "This door frame is made of sandalwood, and the grain is the same as what I saw in a previous case, so it's probably genuine."

"!!!" Hong Liang was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Your ancestors were that rich?" Hong Liang opened his mouth, then suddenly turned to look at He Zheng, as if he had just thought of something: "The matter of digging up the ancestral graves..."

More than a decade ago, the Huang family's main purpose in digging up other people's ancestral graves was probably not to develop the village, but to dig up the burial goods in the graves!

He Zheng nodded. "If I can tell that this wood is sandalwood, then do you think that over the years, no one in the Huang family has ever been able to tell?"

Sandalwood has always been associated with the word "expensive".

"Damn it!" Hong Liang was furious. "All the houses in this village, except for the ancestral hall, are very new. They must have been built not long ago."

If their speculation is true, then the money these people used to build their houses likely came from the burial goods of other people's ancestors, which inevitably involves the resale of cultural relics.

He Zheng instructed, "Take a picture and send the message back so they can investigate along this line."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Give a copy to all the colleagues who have been seconded here, and let's divide the work among ourselves."

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