"Are there any villages or towns nearby?" Chitose pointed in the opposite direction, "They escaped from there."

"There is a small liao called Wuzhou. It used to be a small village that lived by the water, but later it grew to a scale of four or five hundred people." The guide brought by Shi Congyi stepped on his feet, "The place you are standing now is called 'Shuitou'. Summer is a good place to fish, but now there are no wild animals coming."

Yan Sanlang stood on the sand and looked out: "Where is the other side?"

"It's just a wild forest." The guide replied, "Walking forward another thirty miles will be the upper reaches of the river, and there is a village."

"If there are strangers in this kind of small place, it should be very conspicuous?" Chitose asked Shi Congyi, "Can you find their residence?"

"It has been found. There is no inn in the liao, so they stay at a resident's house." Shi Congyi had just received the news, "Come with me." He sent another team to search across the river.

After walking back four miles through the fallen feather forest, it is Wuzhouliao. It is chosen at the foot of the mountain that sheltered from the wind, with fertile fields on all sides.

The official army brought by Shi Congyi had searched the place for a while.

Qiansui said it was right. Once something happened in such a small place, the outsiders could be found clearly in a blink of an eye. They walked into the dormitory and Shi Congyi's hands reported:

These foreign customers claimed to be fur merchants and came to the dormitory to collect leather.

There are many rats in Wuzhou, which is rich in silver foxes. The fox fur in winter is fine, soft and dense, which is the best quality. It is very common for leather merchants to enter villages and yards to collect skins, but it is obvious that it is a bit unusual if they are not returning until the end of the year.

It will take at least 40 or 50 days to prepare the materials, and then send them to the store for sale. It is already after spring. At that time, the weather became warmer and no longer bitter and cold, and the business of fur is not as good as autumn and winter.

"How many?" Yan Sanlang now stood at their residence, walking back and forth to observe.

"Three people."

"In other words, there is still one person missing?" The house was built with a earthen kang, and it was impossible to see how many people moved in.

This is a very common farmhouse. The gaps between doors and windows are very large, and you have to use cloth strips to prevent wind leakage. However, the door of this room has been broken and it is obvious that something has entered.

The windows were also wide open, the things in the house were tilted, and there were a few claw marks on the wall.

It can be seen that there have been a fight here, and there are blood on the ground and on the walls.

"The murderer broke into the door." Shi Congyi pointed to the floor, and the wood fragments were all inside the door. "The people living here escaped through the window. Why did the murderer go to the door openly?"

"Maybe because it is too big and the window is too small." Yan Sanlang looked at the wooden door. The windows of the farmhouse were generally small and the lighting was poor. If he remembered correctly, the peasant woman from Sanjiao Town said that the monster she saw in Shuitou in Wuzhou might be ten feet (three meters) high, and she would not be able to get into such a small window.

The landlord was also taken to the housekeeper. The landlord was a dark-skinned local. At this time, the family of four was standing outside the door and shrank his head and his eyes were a little scared.

In a small place, the news is fast, and they already know that the guests at home are dead several miles away. How can this make people stay and still lend people their lives?

Shi Congyi summoned them in and asked: "Have these people said where they came from?"

"They claim to be from Xingcheng, but their accents are not the same. I don't care much about it." The landlord said carefully, "There are many merchants coming to collect leather every year. As long as you give money, no one will ask where you need to ask."

"What strange noise did you hear last night?"

"We lived next door. First, we heard the sound of the wood breaking, probably the door was broken, and then the things were overturned, and the guests were also shouting..."

Shi Congyi interrupted him: "What did they call?"

"Uh." The landlord tried hard to recall, "I heard them shouting, 'What'? Then I don't know who was screaming, as if he was hurt."

"What else?"

"Someone shouted: 'Take it... go quickly'!" The landlord swallowed, "At that time, the soldiers in the room were ringing loudly, and I couldn't hear it."

"Okay, the keywords are missing." Chitose was dissatisfied, "How many days have they lived?"

The landlord thought for a while: "It's been about twenty days since the first day of the twelfth lunar month. All the fur merchants who came from the same period left, and only they have been there until now... uh, yesterday." For many years, merchants often stayed in the dormitory, grain merchants and drug merchants in summer and autumn, and leather merchants in autumn and winter, which are commonplace.

Shi Congyi's brow moved. More than twenty days? The princess team disappeared ten days ago. Will the two be related?

Otherwise, why did so many things happen suddenly in the ordinary mountainous areas?

"Have you collected a lot of leather?"

"Not much. They have a high-quality wolf skin, and they don't want it." The landlord rubbed his hands, "According to their collection method, they can't receive a few photos throughout the winter."

Qiansui suddenly inserted: "The whole Wuzhouliao knows that they are picky, right?"

"Yes, it's not that good materials are not shown to them, so as not to be picky."

"It seems that these people don't want to be disturbed." Qiansui smiled, "then they are not sincerely fur collection." If they really come here to do business, they would be willing to send supplies to all the residents of the lodge.

"This girl is right." The landlord looked at her stuttering, "Everyone in the dormitory said so. These people were sneaky and didn't know what to do in Wuzhou. They died so miserably, probably because they were seeking revenge."

The half-old cotton quilt on the kang was cold and hard, and Yan Sanlang reached out and pinched it, it was very thin. "Do they often stay in the house or go out?"

"That's not clear. In winter, the doors and windows are closed, and I don't know if there are anyone inside. But at night, the lights in the room are on."

The light is on, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there is someone inside, maybe it's just a concealment.

Yan Sanlang moved away the low wooden table that was tilted in front of the window, picked up a few celadon pieces from the ground, and looked at it carefully. Shi Congyi asked, but he didn't say anything, but then he opened his mouth: "Where are their luggage?"

"It was taken away by the soldiers." The landlord pinched his hands uneasily, "I have seen it, there are only a few pieces of leather and clothes inside."

Shi Congyi gave a few instructions, and soon some subordinates took the tenant's luggage.

Two ordinary baggages.

When I opened it, there were indeed a few good furs inside and a few sets of changing clothes. Yan Sanlang picked it up and looked at it. The material was good.

But that's just good.

Besides, there is nothing else.

"What else?" The boy stretched out his palm and plucked his finger at the landlord, "Get it."

"And...what?" the landlord was surprised. "The tenant's stuff is here."
Chapter completed!