Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

At the man's house, Yan An was holding an enamel cup filled with hot water.

At this moment, she was warming herself by the stone stove, with a few pieces of bacon hanging above, ready to be smoked.

The woman in the house came over attentively to add water.

Yan An smiled and declined, noticing the calluses and dirt on the woman's hands.

At first, Yan An thought the woman was the man's mother.

The woman looked a little older than her age.

The woman smiled, revealing her yellow teeth. When Yan An was looking at his phone and couldn't see her, there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Yan An was searching for information about these villages on the Internet while waiting for the man who had gone out to inquire about the news to come back.

"Bang, bang." A very small sound came into the house from the yard.

But the sound became more and more urgent.

A woman nearby was chopping pig grass. Feeling Yan An's gaze, she quickly looked back, gave a kind smile, and chopped the pig grass even harder.

The sound of chopping pig grass covered up the tiny sound.

As soon as Yan An stood up, the woman also stood up immediately, holding a rusty big knife in her hand, looking at Yan An nervously.

"I'll go outside and take a look."

"It's cold outside, it would be nice to warm up by the fire at home." The woman directly blocked Yan An.

Yan An walked around her and went out, pushing open the door, just in time to see the man kicking the wooden board that was pressing down on the cellar.

The man looked up and frowned at Yan An.

"I've checked everywhere for you, but there's no such person. You've come to the wrong place. Get out of here."

Yan An walked over and said, "I can add money."

No matter how much money you give me, I can't find someone who isn't here. The man was a little angry and waved his hand, "Go away."

Yan An stomped his feet and said, "No, I want to find my friend. If you don't help me, I'll find someone else."

She left angrily, looking like she was throwing a tantrum.

The man glanced at the cellar, his face dark.

It was not until the afternoon that the man saw Yan An driving away.

After asking around, Yan An found out that she had asked many people for information, but she couldn't get any information at all.

As the night deepens, every household goes to bed, and the sound of the mountain wind becomes clearer and clearer.

Yan An took off his down jacket and ran lightly towards the village wearing the black sweatshirt underneath.

Yan An returned to her husband's house, which was made of mud and the walls were not very high.

She easily climbed over the wall and lifted the wooden boards on the cellar.

The imagined image of a person hidden inside doesn't exist, it's just...

There's a smell of feces and urine in here, someone must have been hiding there.

But what about people now?

The sound of scattered footsteps came from all directions. Yan An took a sprint, climbed over the wall, and hid behind a haystack.

A group of people gathered together with flashlights, looking around for something.

When someone found Yan An, he hid in the darkness and moved to another place to hide.

After half an hour the group found nothing.

"Is there a mistake? How could that little girl be a police officer?"

"That's right, why did the police come here suddenly?"

"I felt like there was something wrong with that girl. She looked at me like a cat catching a mouse."

"You're a rat, don't take us with you. I think you're overthinking it. There's no one here. How can the police be so powerful? What did you hear?"

"No……"

"You're crazy! If we weren't here, we'd just go back to the village. It's already this late, in the middle of winter!"

A group of people came and went in a hurry.

Yan An realized that this group of people didn't come because they found her, but had agreed to come and capture her...

But at this time she was also certain that there was definitely something fishy going on in these villages.

Otherwise they wouldn't be afraid of the police.

Yan An had seen news about the human trafficking village.

Could this be the village?

But the woman today was obviously wary of her and didn't seem like someone who had been abducted and wanted to leave.

Yan An waited for the group of people to leave, and drove over early the next morning.

This time she received even more attention, and she swaggered past every household, trying to chat with the hostess in a very familiar manner.

Some people chased her out with a broom, and some splashed water on her. After a busy morning, Yan An got some results.

She observed that the women in these villages had traces of years of hard work on their bodies.

If any of them were really abducted, they were not abducted in recent years.

When she returned to the car at noon, Yan An found that the tire of her rented car was punctured.

She simply didn't leave and made noodles with the water in the thermos. When night came, she sneaked into the village again.

She walked past the people who were waiting for her and went straight back to the house where she first heard the noise, and picked up a handy wooden stick from the door.

Half an hour later, the man was awakened by a slap in the face. His eyes widened and he remembered something.

He was squatting under the window waiting for the woman to fall into the trap. After all, they had blown out her tires and she couldn't leave.

Somehow, he felt a pain on the back of his neck and lost consciousness.

At this time, his hands and feet were tied up, and he could only crawl on the ground like a bug.

Looking around, in the wilderness, murders and corpses were dumped...

The man was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, and when the wind blew, he felt cold all over.

"Mmmm!" What on earth are you going to do?

A wooden stick as thick as an arm was pressed against the man's ear, and a cold female voice came faintly.

"I'm going to pull the rag out of your mouth in a moment. If you dare to scream, I'm going to make your brain explode."

"Ugh!" The man's eyes were filled with tears. The woman's eyes didn't look like she was joking at all!

Yan An reached out and pulled the rag out of the man's mouth.

The man begged for mercy in a low voice, "Don't... don't kill me, aren't you a policeman? Police can't kill people!"

"Who said I was a policeman? I ask you, where is the person you hid in the cellar?"

"No... not the police?" The man's eyes widened. "No, no, no, who are you talking about? There are only rats in the cellar! Are you mistaken?"

Yan An showed a helpless expression and was about to stuff the rag back into the man's mouth.

The man shook his head, dodging left and right, "Can you be a little patient?!"

Yan An looked over calmly, "I don't have the patience. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. This place is great."

Very good? Very good at disposing of the body?

"Wait! Please, I don't know anything." The man insisted. Yan An blocked his mouth and hit him hard on the head with the stick.

The man's eyes widened in fear, he tilted his head and fainted.

When he woke up again, he felt that he was no longer tied up.

Could it be that... that woman was just a sham and let him go?

Is this... true or false...

He stood up and chuckled, then looked up and met a pair of dark eyes without any whites.

The pale face suddenly came closer, and the man's breathing stopped.

When he was extremely frightened, he couldn't even scream, his mouth was wide open, and even though there were no ropes tied around his body, he was too stiff to move.

"I died a miserable death~"

This miserable cry, like a 360-degree surround, went straight into the man's ears.

The man's legs went limp and he sat on the ground, urine spreading under his buttocks.

It made his cold body feel a little warm.