Changping Village, the backyard of Lao Yang's family. Yang Ruoqing just walked around Mo's house again, carefully inspecting the doors, windows, and traces on the ground, basically restoring the trajectory of Mo's activities in the house last night.

Read it again.

Then she and Yang Yongzhi came to the yard and followed the trajectory to the door of the backyard.

"The backyard door is closed, and the side courtyard door is also closed. Mo must have crawled out through the dog hole."

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the obviously overpowered weeds beside the dog hole and analyzed it with Yang Yongzhi.

Yang Yongzhi looked around and found that besides Goudong, the only option was to climb over the wall.

The courtyard wall is a bit high, and the top of the wall is covered with thorns and barbs. It is unlikely that Mo will be able to climb out.

"This dog hole is a bit small. After all, Ms. Mo is an adult. Can she get out?" Yang Yongzhi squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the dog hole with his eyes, and stretched out his fingers to measure the size of the dog hole.

Yang Ruoqing didn't even need to measure this specification, she could figure it out at a glance.

As for why?

She would not tell Yang Yongzhi that when she was an agent in her previous life, she had to build bridges over mountains and rivers. Drilling holes? It was commonplace!

"Mo's height is average, but she is very thin and has a small frame. She can still get out of this dog hole." Yang Ruoqing said.

Just as he was about to open the door to the backyard and take a closer look outside, Yang Yongzhi suddenly said "Huh".

"There seems to be something outside the hole."

"Go out and have a look."

Yang Ruoqing opened the door and went to the backyard. A few steps from the backyard was a field ditch with shallow water flowing in it. On this side of the field ditch was a simple thatched house next to the wall of Lao Yang's courtyard. On the other side of the field ditch was

There are acres and acres of paddy fields.

At this time of year, the sunshine and water are abundant, the temperature is just right, the late rice is growing well, a gust of wind stirs up layers of green ripples, villagers in twos and threes are busy in the fields, and there are children grazing cattle on the ridges of the fields.

The pastoral atmosphere is overwhelming. If we were to leave it in modern times and take a few clips with a SLR camera and post them on the Internet, and add a few words to suit the situation, they could be sent to the selection of "the most beautiful countryside".

But at this time, neither Yang Ruoqing nor Yang Yongzhi had the intention to appreciate the scenery. Their attention was entirely focused on a small thistle on the grass outside the cave.

Thistle is its scientific name. In the countryside, everyone calls it Echinacea. It can be found everywhere in fields and near villages.

At the turn of spring and summer, Echinacea is a high-quality wild vegetable that cows don't like, but pigs always like to eat.

But at the beginning of autumn, barbs will grow on the green plants, and purple-red flowers similar to plush balls will emerge from the buds. The flowers are fragrant, mixed with a light bitter taste.

"Is this... a torn corner of clothes?"

Yang Yongzhi picked up a small piece of cloth hanging on the thorn dish and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "These must be Mo's clothes, they can't be those of passers-by."

"Why are you so sure?" Yang Yongzhi asked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the broken place in front of her: "This thorn flower has been broken off. Judging from the crack, it must have been newly broken. This flower has a bitter taste, and children don't like breaking it."

"Although Mrs. Mo is unconscious, she likes to dress herself up the most. She likes to put brightly colored things on her head. When she saw this flower when she climbed out of the dog hole, she must have folded it and stuck it on her head.

gone."
Chapter completed!