Before coming to Maoling Village, Li Ye had already known that Xin Yanchun was probably up to no good. But he needed evidence to make an example of someone and prevent similar problems from happening again.
Yet after they had searched all over Maoling Village, they either found doors shut tight against them or people trying to deceive them with terribly clumsy acting.
"What a godforsaken place."
Zheng Qiang cursed half a sentence in anger, then swallowed the rest.
He himself came from a small place. He could not exactly sweep himself into the same pile with one broad stroke.
Just as they stood there frowning, at their wits' end, a head suddenly appeared over a courtyard wall in the distance. The person shouted at Li Ye and the others, "I know Xin Yanchun's home! I know!"
But the person had only managed that one sentence before being dragged down. Then came the sharp sounds of slaps, followed by a woman's agonized sobbing.
The moment Jiang Shiqi heard someone being beaten, he immediately began worrying about Li Ye's safety.
He tugged at Li Ye's sleeve and said, "Uncle, something really seems wrong here. We should go back! Once we get back, I'll interrogate Xin Yanchun directly. Whether he's Li Kui or Li Gui, I'll make him explain everything clearly."
Indeed, this sort of impersonation could only succeed when no one noticed it. Once people started paying attention, it was practically impossible to leave no trace. There was no need to lock horns with locals in some secluded mountain ravine.
But after Jiang Shiqi finished speaking, he noticed that something was strange about Li Ye.
Li Ye stared blankly at the courtyard wall where the head had just appeared, showing no reaction for a long while.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
Li Ye