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Today is the 30th, the stars are sparse and the moonlight is hidden.

Occasionally, the faint light of fireflies flickers, like scattered stars, dotted in the vast night sky.

The sound of the donkey's hooves echoed in the silent night sky, sounding exceptionally crisp and clear.

The surrounding trees and fields became hazy under the cover of night, and only when the donkey cart passed by could their vague outlines be vaguely distinguished.

The driver relied on the donkey's familiarity with the road and his own intuition to determine the direction.

After this section of road, Zhangjia Village is in front.

Song Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the plan, he should have arrived home at Youshi, which is around 7 o'clock in the evening.

Unfortunately, a bridge they had to cross on the way back broke unexpectedly, so they had to take a detour, which delayed them some time.

Just when Song Yan felt relieved, a big tree suddenly fell in the middle of the road, blocking his way.

The donkey cart had to stop.

Immediately afterwards, a group of figures rushed out from the dense woods and surrounded the donkey cart.

Was this... a robbery?

Song Yan's heart instantly rose to her throat.

Facing this sudden scene, a line of poetry suddenly emerged in Song Yan's mind: "On a dark and windy night, it is the time for murder and arson."

He quickly retrieved a baseball bat from the kitchen and held it tightly in his hands.

The driver was so frightened that he stammered, "Who... who are you?"

The leader of the other team asked with a hostile tone, "Is the tiger-fighting hero in your car?"

Song Yan was surprised, it turned out that these people were coming for him.

Song Yan pretended to be scared and said, "There is no tiger-fighting hero here. You have found the wrong person."

One of the group said, "That's him. I remember his voice!"

Song Yan cursed inwardly, he had miscalculated, she even knew his voice.

I don't know if the children at home are okay?

Song Yan was anxious and just wanted to go back home to see if the children were okay.

However, these people obviously did not intend to let him go easily.

"He is the one who harmed Brother Qin. We must not let him go!"

"Yes! Kill him and avenge Brother Qin!"

Realizing that these people were seeking revenge, the driver quickly distanced himself from the matter: "He just rented my car. This has nothing to do with me. I hope you gentlemen will show some mercy."

Song Yan was so nervous that his palms were sweating as he held the baseball bat. He knew that the more it was at this moment, the more he should not be timid.

He deliberately raised his voice and shouted: "Since you know that I am a tiger-killing hero, you still dare to cause trouble to me. You are really bold!"

Sure enough, after hearing Song Yan's threat, several people retreated slightly, as if they were weighing the true ability of this tiger-fighting hero.

They secretly observed for a long time and found that this tiger-fighting hero was not as they had imagined, with a three-meter-tall, ferocious face and immense strength.

He was just an ordinary man's physique, even a little frail, and even carrying water seemed like a struggle for him.

How could he, who is so weak, harm Brother Qin and the others?

But they asked the people in Zhangjia Village for a long time and confirmed that he was the tiger-fighting hero.

Knowing that he had gone out early this morning, they finally decided to take action today. They waited for a whole day before finally getting the chance.

Song Yan then realized that these people were only good at talking, but were far from being evil.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be easily scared away by a few threatening words from me.

After a moment of silence, the leading man asked again: "I want to know, where did you take Brother Qin and the others?"

Song Yan asked back, "Who is Brother Qin?"

The others said angrily, "Why do you have to pretend to be confused? Brother Qin went looking for you and there has been no news since then."

"It must be you who killed someone and destroyed the body."

Since the person hasn't even come back yet, they can almost conclude that something has happened to Brother Qin.

Song Yan felt so wronged, he really didn't know who Brother Qin was.

He still spoke in a hoarse voice: "When did your brother Qin come to see me?"

The leading man said, "I remember it clearly. It was the night of March 16th."

Song Yan thought back to the night of the 16th two months ago. It had been so long that he no longer remembered what had happened.

Or perhaps it should be said that nothing happened, so he had no recollection of it.

No, he remembered something.

It seemed that during those days, Zhang Dashan went crazy.

According to Quanzi, who lives next door to Zhang Dashan, he once saw him go out with several strangers in the middle of the night.

Could those people be Brother Qin and his friends?

But why did they come to Zhang Dashan for this?

If it was really them, why didn't they come to me that night?

Why did Zhang Dashan go crazy?

Why did Brother Qin and his companions disappear inexplicably?

Song Yan suddenly felt that his brain was not enough. What kind of criminal investigation plot was this? He was just a cook who could only cook and not investigate cases.

He temporarily put aside his doubts and said to the group, "I have never met your Brother Qin. If you don't believe me, you can report it to the police. If you have any concerns, I will report it to the police for you."

The group seemed shocked by his words. After whispering for a few words, they finally said, "Okay, we believe you."

Song Yan pretended to be calm and comforted them, "I will help you find out about Brother Qin. Maybe he went out for something."

Hearing his words, Song Yan vaguely saw the other party cupping his hands towards him: "Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, brave man."

After saying this, they left with a few of their younger brothers.

Song Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally managed to trick them away.

Looking at the driver in front, he had already collapsed to the ground out of fear and it took him a long time to get up.

Song Yan said: "Uncle, please continue on your journey."

He was not angry at the driver for being so eager to distance himself from him. After all, he was the one who caused the trouble, and he himself felt puzzled.

"Good, good hero." The driver trembled as he raised his whip and hit the donkey on its butt. The donkey felt the pain and immediately started running with all four hooves.

When they arrived at the door of their house, Gousheng heard the noise and started barking wildly.

Then, two children ran out quickly: "Brother, why did you come back so late?"

"We encountered some problems on the road and were delayed for some time." Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the twins were both fine. He jumped off the donkey cart, paid the fare, and gave the driver a few more cents as compensation.

The driver took the silver and hurriedly drove the donkey cart away as if he was escaping for his life.

Song Yan walked into the house carrying something: "Have you had dinner?"

There was an oil lamp lit in the room, and the dim light shone softly all around, adding a touch of warmth and tranquility to this small space.

As soon as Song Yan walked into the house, she felt completely relaxed.

Erlin looked Song Yan up and down calmly, and after confirming that he was not injured, he felt relieved and said, "We have all eaten. There is rice left in the pot for you."

"I brought back two dishes. The weather is so hot, they will probably go bad if left until tomorrow. You all come and have some more."

Song Yan said, glancing towards the inner room: "Is Yaya asleep?"

"Just fell asleep." Arya said in a low voice.

"Let's go to the kitchen to eat." Song Yan picked up the oil lamp and went to the compartment.

Then they took out the smoked pigeon wrapped in oil paper. The twins each got a piece of the pigeon leg, while Song Yan enjoyed two wings.

There was also a box of fried dumplings, which the brothers and sisters shared.

Song Yan put down her chopsticks when she was half full, as eating too much at night would cause indigestion.

"Oh, right." He remembered that Lin Yifeng had given him a bundle. He opened it and saw a thick letter and a pile of books inside.

No wonder it's so heavy.

He picked up the letter and in the dim light of the oil lamp, he could roughly make out what was written on it: "Dear Brother Erlin."

It’s for Erlin.

Song Yan handed the letter and a pile of books to Erlin: "Look at it tomorrow. It's late now. Go to bed early."

"Okay, big brother." Erlin nodded in response and put the letter away carefully.

After taking a quick glance and seeing that the room was full of books, Erya hurriedly slipped back into the inner room.

Song Yan then went to wash up, soak his feet, and change into clean clothes. He climbed onto the bed and lay down with his eyes closed.

But at this moment, he was not sleepy at all, and his mind was thinking about what happened tonight.