That night, Milky Way posted photos and texts, intertwined, and it was very casual.

The photo shows her "cute" toys, but the text is a major event that happened in the clan after I was buried.

People who know each other's secrets may not be friends with good relationships, and we used to be people who had no friends, so I don't think that my relationship with her would make her considerate and popular science.

Sure enough, before dawn, she sent me another message asking me, will I cooperate?

I knew that the words she wasted her time and fingers were not written in vain. It turned out that she wanted to let me understand the situation first and then propose cooperation.

If I really get to the point of fighting each other, it will be beneficial for me to work with her. The problem is that I have decided to be a low-key person and no longer get involved in the struggles of my tribe, so I decisively rejected her proposal.

Allow you to regret. (Smiling face) - the leader of the Milky Way

I did not reply to this last message, so I put away my phone and left the room. It was just dawn outside, and there were only vendors with breakfast stalls on the street.

We still took two cars, and the cars drove out of the town and headed towards the original forest farm.

Although the forests in the north are lush with lush vegetation, they are very different from the scenery in the south. Perhaps most of them are coniferous forests here, with tall and slim trees, and there are not so many twists and turns between trees.

The group of poachers went up the mountain from the main entrance of the old forest farm. The mountain bike could be driven in from this road because the forest farm had been closed for many years and the door was locked and no one was taking care of it. The group cut off the iron chains on the door. Perhaps they thought they could return before the rangers came to patrol the mountain, but the plan could not keep up with the change.

The old forest ranger in the recording notified the forest police to come because he found that the iron chains at the forest farm gate had been cut. He began to think that someone was secretly logging wood, so he took the young forest ranger to the mountain first.

This makes us convenient. We don’t have to search all over the mountains and fields, just follow their route.

We came to investigate the local area and cooperated very well and gave Chen Qinghan the key to the gate, so we drove into the forest farm openly.

The main entrance of the forest farm actually has only two gray door posts. The paint on the rusty door has long been peeled off. If you don’t drive, this kind of door is useless and can be walked in through the drainage ditch on the side of the road.

The mountain road behind the door has been disrepaired for so long, and many cracks have appeared on the road surface, which is no longer as smooth as it used to be.

But it is better to have a road than not. Our car drove up the mountain road one after another. According to the marks on the map, we drove for nearly an hour to the place where the poachers parked.

Here they got off the bus and walked, entered the endless forest, and walked for three hours before reaching the camping site.

No wonder Chen Qinghan had to set off early, and he wasted the whole morning on the road. He had lunch and started looking for clues in the afternoon. The daylight was short in the north and it was dark after a few hours.

Because the police had entered the mountain to look for missing persons before and also investigated the scene, the tents were taken away later.

Based on the location information mentioned by the old forest ranger in the recording, Chen Qinghan found the area where the poachers camped.

The footprints on the ground were covered by fallen leaves. Chen Qinghan and Xiao Changfeng squatted down, respectively, pushed apart the weeds and fallen leaves on the ground, and looked for the hoof marks in the photo.

After all, it is better to look at the real thing than to look at the real thing, and the advantage of the real thing is that it can be smelled. Yes, after Xiao Changfeng found a footprint, he pinched a little bit of the soil on the footprint with his fingers, put it under his nose and smelled it.

The attack has been several days since, and the footprints are in the open air again. Even if there is a smell, they should have dissipated almost, so I was curious about what he could smell.

"Police records show that the footprints disappear by the river." Chen Qinghan looked around and pointed northward.

In our location, we can indeed hear the sound of water flowing. Perhaps poachers also considered the water source when camping, so they set up camp not far from the river.

There are no footprints on the other side of the river, and the footprints only appear near the river bank here, and they go back and forth without going around elsewhere. According to normal thinking, the creatures must have come along the river and then escaped from the river.

Because if they are on the water path, the police dogs cannot track them, but if they are on the water path, Xiao Changfeng should not have any clues.

But looking at his expression, he seemed to smell something special, so I asked, "What does that smell like?"

"Corpse oil." Xiao Changfeng smiled and spit out two words.

Hearing these two words, a news title immediately floated in my mind - unscrupulous merchants made corpse oil spicy strips!

I remember when I saw this news in the tomb, I also figured out whether to collect the newly dead bodies in the tomb, boil some oil and store them for the next batch of tomb robbers who came in and lack food.

Since corpse oil can be made into spicy strips, corpse oil sandwich biscuits, corpse oil beef jerky, and corpse oil crisp noodles should all be fine.

But soon the news was denied, and I gave up the idea of ​​making money in the tomb.

Now that I heard these two words again, I had a bold idea: "Did they catch poachers and make spicy strips?"

Xiao Changfeng looked at me with a blank look, then turned to look at Chen Qinghan, and asked, "Human flesh spicy strips?"

Chen Qinghan stood up and said to Xiao Changfeng: "She jumped in her mind, tell me what you think."

"There may be a place where corpses are hidden nearby. If a wizard practices evil techniques to refine corpse oil, it is impossible for them to step on the feet. These footprints are covered with the smell of corpse oil."

Xiao Changfeng means that wizards are more formal and professional in refining corpse oil, and it is unlikely that they can be trampled everywhere.

If each hooves are covered with corpse oil, it means that there are many corpses, and the other means that the corpse is placed more casually.

When the hooves are walking back and forth, they will touch the soles of their feet, but if they are walking on water, the things they touch under the hooves will not be brought to the shore.

Chen Qinghan asked us to go to the riverside to see how wide the river is and whether it can carry water transportation.

But after seeing the river, I was very disappointed. This was a small river, and even a bamboo raft could not hold on to it, let alone a boat trip.

No wonder this case ended up falling into our hands, it was obviously beyond the ‘normal’ range.

How do four-hoofed animals walk upright on two legs? Where are poachers taken by them?

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the police have searched it, and no more footprints of those animals have been posted, nor any clues about the missing person.

The group of people disappeared for several days. The family had received a notice from the police, but no one asked about the search results, and some could not even contact their families.
Chapter completed!