"Uncle Mu, don't you even believe me? Didn't you understand me as a person when I was teaching in your village? And I know that your responsibility in this matter is not very big, so please

Uncle Mu, believe me, I, Liu Ming, will do what I say." Liu Ming said firmly.

In fact, when I first saw this Uncle Mu, I knew that if Cheng Ji was killed, then this suspicious Uncle Mu would never be the murderer, because if Cheng Ji, the king of tomb robbers, could be handed over so easily by an honest man.

If farmers were harmed, then he would be too inferior and not worthy of the title of King of Tomb Robbers.

Uncle Mu looked at the sincere Liu Ming, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then slowly told the story from beginning to end in front of the astonished eyes of all of us...

According to what Uncle Mu said, this matter should have started a month ago:

Three weeks ago, Uncle Mu and the others discovered the first corpse in Guizilin when they were patrolling the mountains. The mountain patrol team sent the corpse to the Public Security Bureau. After investigation by the Public Security Bureau, the deceased was an herbal collector on the mountain. The cause of death was determined by the hospital to be...

A person who was bitten to death by a common venomous snake in the Qinling Mountains...

After the first death incident occurred, Uncle Mu led the mountain patrol team to strengthen patrols near Guizilin. The main purpose was to prevent anyone from entering Guizilin again, because after an accident in Guizilin, not only the victims would not be able to escape easily,

, and it’s not easy for people who want to go in to rescue...

In order to prevent such an incident from happening again, the mountain patrol team divided the original six-person mountain patrol team into three teams, with two members in each team and a shotgun. The members of these three teams were available from 9 a.m. to 11 noon every day.

I wandered around and patrolled the three entrances near the edge of the Guizilin that stretched for several miles. I only found people on the edge, and no matter what they were doing, I had to get out of the forest first...

But just when they were about to step up the patrol, one of the patrol members in the mountain patrol team fell ill and asked for leave. When Uncle Mu and the others went to patrol again, there was one less person.

Uncle Mu relied on his growing up in the mountains, so he let out the team member who was his partner to replace the team member who was sick and did not come. Therefore, when the mountain patrol team went to patrol, among the three teams it was divided into, Uncle Mu was alone.

A team, just like this, Uncle Mu patrolled alone and in a team for two days, nothing big happened...

At the third time, Uncle Mu was still patrolling the mountain alone and in a team. It was around nine o'clock in the morning, and Uncle Mu was wandering around the edge of the forest alone with a shotgun. But at this moment, Uncle Mu saw a man heading towards him.

A man like a savage was dragging something hard out of the forest...

Uncle Mu took a closer look and was almost frightened to death, because he saw that what the man was dragging was not something, but a corpse, the corpse of a herb collector, because this herb collector was from their village...

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Chapter completed!