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Shu Changyu's figure gradually disappeared into the dense woods.

Song Yan was left standing there alone with a dull look in his eyes. He couldn't understand why the originally simple farming plot had suddenly become so fragmented.

How could the heroine of the farming novel, who was supposed to be calm and carefree, suddenly turn into a cold-blooded killer who kills without blinking an eye?

Deep in his heart, he shouted angrily: "System, come out!"

"Get out of here!"

Even though he knew there would be no response, he still shouted loudly, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart.

Song Yan struggled angrily for a long time, looking at the simple thatched hut, but she never had the courage to go in and check the situation.

After a long while, he slowly stood up and walked away from there with heavy steps.

Just as he was about to walk into the woods, he suddenly heard something strange and looked back at the thatched cottage.

The house, which was originally intact, was now engulfed by a raging fire.

Song Yan was shocked and immediately realized that someone had been secretly watching him.

If he impulsively reported to the police, would Shu Changyu send people to hunt him down?

This thought made him dare not think about it any further.

He returned home in a daze, and when people greeted him along the way, he did not respond.

Erlin saw Song Yan coming back in a daze and asked worriedly, "Brother, what happened?"

He was fine when he left the house in the morning, how come he came back in such a miserable state?

Song Yan shook her head blankly: "I'm fine, let me be quiet for a while."

After saying this, he mechanically climbed onto the bed, opened his eyes and stared at the thatched roof in a daze. He stayed there for the entire day and even forgot to eat lunch.

Erya glanced at the bed quietly, then tugged at Erlin's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, brother?"

Erlin shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Song Yan was not simply in a daze, but was silently recalling the plot.

The plots seemed to be implanted directly in his mind, and he just glanced through them at that time.

Looking back now, it seems that he missed a lot of details.

The entire book on farming is a million words long. How could Song Yan possibly remember every word and sentence?

It's good enough if you can remember the general plot.

No, he had to read the original text again. He wanted to know why Shu Changyu's character had changed like this.

So he started from the first page and read carefully page by page. After a whole day, he only managed to finish one fifth of it.

The author is really good at writing. He can even write ten chapters about a meal. This method of adding water to a story is truly amazing.

Afraid of missing out on some details, Song Yan read through it word by word. He felt dizzy and hungry, so he climbed out of bed trembling.

Under the bed, Erlin was holding a book in his hand, but he had no intention of reading. When he saw Song Yan coming down the stairs, he immediately put away the book and stood up: "Brother."

Song Yan held onto the railing and said weakly, "I'm fine. Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"Yes." Erlin said quickly, "There is porridge in the kitchen, and a few fried eggs."

Just as Song Yan lowered his head to put on his shoes, Erlin caught a glimpse of silver light on his earlobe: "Brother, what's on your ear?"

Song Yan covered her ears reflexively and stammered, "Nothing."

He suddenly felt ashamed and didn't want anyone to discover the secret in his earlobe.

There was a gleam of inquiry in Erlin's eyes, but he wisely did not continue asking.

After dinner, while Erlin was still reading in the house, Song Yan quietly moved the lid of the water tank.

Since there was no mirror at home, he had to lie down beside the water tank and try to use the blurry reflection on the water surface to see what was on his earlobe.

But no matter how he adjusted the angle, he couldn't clearly make out what the earring on the earlobe looked like.

Song Yan felt an urge to pull the earring out with force, but she soon discovered that the hidden buckle on the earring was extremely strong. If she pulled it out forcefully, it would most likely tear her earlobe.

Song Yan was so angry that she gnashed her teeth.

As his mood gradually calmed down, he recalled the words Shu Changyu left before he left.

"wait me back."

What does Shu Changyu mean by this?

Should I wait for him to come back and settle the score with me?

Song Yan tossed and turned in bed, with the ear on the side with the earring pressed against the pillow.

The earrings are very small and have almost no effect on me, but they have a strong presence.

He turned over again and lay flat on the bed, raising his hand to stroke his earlobe from time to time. The strange feeling never went away.

It was like being bitten by a dog for no apparent reason, leaving an indelible bite mark.

He cursed inwardly again, "Bad thing."

After several days of hard work, Song Yan finally finished reading the million-word farming novel without missing a word.

He found that there was an obvious sense of disconnection between the heroine in the novel and the real Shu Changyu, as if the Shu Changyu in the novel was a seriously ooc fan character created by someone else.

He put the original plot aside, and in the following days, Song Yan would ask people from time to time about the news of the neighboring Xiaoli Village.

Perhaps because the road was too remote, the people in Xiaoli Village might not have discovered that the madman who lived next to the lonely grave was dead. In short, he did not get any useful information.

Song Yan still decided to ask He Fang. His wife Li Xiulan was from Xiaoli Village and might know something.

For example, the identity of that madman.

He was not trying to exonerate Shu Changyu, but he also wanted to know why Shu Changyu killed a madman.

"I'm going to town." Song Yan simply told Erlin and hurried to the town.

He Fang saw Song Yan hurriedly approaching and thought he was here to ask about the buffalo, so he went up to him and told him, "I just asked for you again, but there is still no news."

Song Yan explained, "Brother He, I'm not here today for the buffalo. Is sister-in-law home? I want to ask her something."

It was a hot summer day and there was almost no business in the store. He Fang didn't make money from selling stoves, and he just stayed in the store to kill time every day.

"Your sister-in-law is at home, come with me."

Hearing Song Yan's words, He Fang closed the shop door without any hesitation and led him through the alley behind the shop.

After walking a few steps, they arrived at He Fang's home, a house with five or six rooms and a small courtyard.

Song Yan was surprised. She didn't expect He Fang's house to be so spacious. It seemed that her ancestors had once been a wealthy family.

He met He Fang's parents, carrying pork jerky and biscuits he had made himself as a gift.

Both Mr. and Mrs. He were hospitable people. When they learned that they had something to talk about, they tactfully went into the house and left them a quiet space for conversation.

Li Xiulan had already brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Song Yan. After he sat down, she said gently, "Xiao Song, just ask me if you have any questions."

Song Yan gently put down the teacup and asked the question in her mind: "Sister-in-law, do you know the madman who lives in the thatched house next to the lonely grave?"

Li Xiulan seemed a little surprised: "Why are you asking about him suddenly?"

Song Yan made up an excuse: "A few days ago, someone in our village suddenly went crazy. I heard that there was such a crazy person in your village, so I became curious."

Li Xiulan thought for a moment, then said, "I heard that he fled here because his hometown was hit by a flood. It's been about ten years."

Song Yan asked, "In which year did he come to Xiaoli Village?"

"I was still young at that time and don't remember it clearly. I have to go back and ask my mother," Li Xiulan replied.

Song Yan asked again: "Why does he live there alone? Doesn't he have any family?"

Li Xiulan sighed: "He said his wife and children died in the flood, and he never remarried after that."

"Before he went crazy, he would often wander around the village and gave me candy."

"But about five years ago, he suddenly went crazy."