At noon the next day, Luo Renche entered Chongqing.

After driving for more than ten hours, I felt dizzy. After entering the city, I found a restaurant to have dinner, and then called several people one by one.

Mu Dai, 13,000, Cao Yanhua, all of them were not understood.

Only Hongsha was picked up, and she felt very depressed. When she asked her what she was doing, she stammered and said after a while: "I'm writing an IOU."

The deaths of uncle and grandpa cannot be hidden. Creditors who were originally due to face are now coming to their doors and their words are straightforward.

——"In the past, it was based on your grandfather's face..."

——"If your grandfather is still here, everything will be easy to negotiate, but now..."

Maybe she has no hope of turning over.

The house was sold, the furniture was cleared, but it was still insolvent. Some people saw that the little girl was lonely and pitiful, and it would be fine if she was 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, but there were always two or three who were reluctant to give up and slapped the table and said, "You are pitiful, and you can't repay the money if you are pitiful? Do you have any reason?"

Yan Hongsha's tears were in her eyes, gritting her teeth tightly, and she was anxious, and she slapped the table and stood up: "Either I will write an IOU, or you will take me to jail, choose two ways yourself!"

Several people looked at each other: It is not a glorious thing to force a girl to go to jail. What's more important is that if she goes to jail, wouldn't the debt be wasted?

So I wrote an IOU, never wrote it, searching online in the format, signing the name, ID number, pressing the fingerprint, and agreeing on the return date. At the end, I wrote: Let's make the name as the basis.

Luo Ren asked: "How much do you owe? Or I'll lend it to you first?"

Yan Hongsha was silent for a moment and said, "No."

I don’t want to turn my friend into a creditor, I look down and see him, and I feel that he is short all day long.

Luo Ren didn't insist: "You think about it yourself and speak if you need it."

He paused for a moment before saying, "Miyo and the others may have had an accident. The three of them had no news."

He briefly told Yan Hongsha about the previous incident. Although Yan Hongsha was worried, he still felt that everything should be better: "Maybe Kiyo had forgotten it, or if there was something wrong for a while, there was no time to fight?"

These are unlikely. After all, Luo Ren told her the importance of the matter very clearly: "Because there is no signal in Caojiatun, daily fixed-point communication is particularly necessary. Once I don't receive the call, I can think that something has happened to you."

If he had not had time to call last night, it had been more than half a day today and could be remedied, but along the way, he did not receive any calls.

After he said this, Yan Hongsha was also panicked: "Then... I'll go after writing the IOU. How can I contact you?"

"Same, I'll find a way to call you every day."

***

At sunset, Luo Ren entered the mountain and the car could not drive in the last section of the road. He parked the car and carried a simple tactical bag, which contained necessary self-defense tools and medicines.

The car key was originally intended to take away, but after thinking about it, I found a tree nearby, dug a pit and buried it.

The mobile phone also has signals, and with this momentum, I talked about the location with Yanhongsha, because Hongsha must arrive after him. If necessary, I can also open the car door to get things - the trunk of his car is half a storage warehouse.

I waited for a while at the intersection and wanted to get a motorcycle or something. I waited for the bus and it started to rain.

There was no choice but to walk along the mountain road into the village. Fortunately, I was light and didn’t feel tired. At dinner, I arrived at the front station in Caojiatun, the small grocery store.

There was nothing to eat in the store, so Luo Ren bought a bottle of water and took two more chocolates. However, after a sudden effort, the rain became heavier and heavier.

The chocolate tasted badly, I only ate one and put the other one in my pocket.

The owner of the shop was good. He picked up a black umbrella from the inside and came out to Luo Ren, saying that several umbrella bones were broken, so he didn't have to return it, so he could barely cover him for a while.

Asked him: "We are here to attend the wedding too?"

That's right, Luo Ren was vague.

The shop owner looked out and the eaves were thrust into the water: "I didn't choose this time. It would be better to go in the mountains, either it wouldn't rain, and it would be seven days at a time. It seems that the wedding will be soaked in water."

He shook his head while saying, "No, no."

It's not good. Soaking in water is equivalent to "soaking in soup"? I always feel it's not auspicious.

There are still six or seven miles of last road.

It is harder to walk than before. The soil road is water-stacked and the soil is softer. When you step down, the umbrella is also evil. Other people's umbrellas are stuck down, and they are stretched upwards. After walking for a while, they accumulate water.

Luo Renxin said: Do you think you are a flower?

I had to tilt the umbrella every time I walked, and the waterlogged water raked down like a small waterfall. It was very blocky and flowed down the crack. The water was ochre yellow, ochre yellow. Scoop a bowl and it would take half a bowl of mud.

There must be many mudslides in this mountain, and landslides are probably common.

As deep as deep as shallow as the other, I finally arrived at Caojiatun at nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and asked about the location of Qingshan's family. I came all the way, and when I approached, I leaned my umbrella under a tree and went over in the rain.

There is no reason, holding an umbrella makes the image too depressed.

Qingshan was sitting at the table in the main hall, holding a pen and drawing on paper, thinking about the arrangement of the round table for tomorrow's wedding and the ranking of guests, or taking a look outside the door.

The rain still keeps going, and you’re worried when you think about it. Who doesn’t want marriage to be sunny?

When I looked out the door again, I was stunned.

A man was strode over, with a tall figure, black military boots, stepping into the accumulated water of the bluestone debris in front of the door, splashing water every step.

Qingshan subconsciously felt that he was coming from him.

Sure enough, Luo Ren came in all the way and asked him: "Are you Qingshan?"

Qingshan nodded.

"I'm here to find my friend, I arrived yesterday, a man and a woman."

Qingshan stuttered: "Is it the Beijing guests? They said they were my cousin Dadun'er's friend."

"yes."

"Go away."

"Leave?"

Aoyama explained that he didn't know what was going on. It was normal when he arranged the accommodation last night. Who knew that when he woke up in the morning, he saw that both of them disappeared.

He took Luo Ren to see the house where Mu Dai and Yi Wansan lived: "Here, I thought they might come back again, but I didn't clean up much, so I folded the quilt."

An ordinary house with no signs of fighting. Even if something happens to Kiyo, it must not be here.

I left in the middle of the night, took my luggage away, and there was no news. This matter was strange no matter how I looked at it.

"Have they met anyone after they came?"

Qingshan smiled honestly: "There are people coming and going in the room, and I have seen many people."

"Have you ever talked to specifically?"

"Yes, the eldest maid of the Cao family, they have been chatting with the eldest maid of the Cao family for a long time, and that's... Cao Jinhua."

Cao Jinhua? A name that is well-known.

"Who else?"

Qingshan scratched his head: "That girl, I saw our Yafeng...but it was quite short, Aunt Qi said, and after saying a few words, she came out."

Seeing that Luo Ren didn't understand, he explained a little embarrassedly: "Yafeng is my bride."

Bride?

Luo Ren's heart moved. Could it be that the girl he kidnapped?

It was already very late, so it was a bit inappropriate to go to Cao Jinhua at this time. Luo Ren and Qingshan discussed staying here for one night.

The room was empty and empty. Qingshan agreed and asked him many questions.

——Are you also a friend of my cousin Dadun'er?

——I thought my cousin was afraid that my uncle would beat him, so he invited two friends to take the outpost, so why did he leave in the middle of the night?

——You didn’t contact them either? Yes, we have no signal here.

...

Yes, why did he leave in the middle of the night? Luo Ren was also thinking about this question.

If the girl was saved, it would be reasonable, but in this situation, the bride is still there. One, two or three people who came to help the bride were gone.

After going to bed, Luo Ren kept thinking about this question, and he put his hands behind his head, and he couldn't think of any reason.

Maybe, either the bride has a problem or the village has a problem.

Outside the window, the rain kept coming and going, and the momentum was getting louder and louder.

Bored, Luo Ren lifted up the curtains and went to see that the yard was not drained, and water had already accumulated in the yard. The rain hit the water surface, and the ripples were mixed with water.

Just as I was about to put down the curtains, the shallow water suddenly stretched out a hand.

Even though Luo Ren was used to danger, he was shocked all over his body after being caught off guard.

He just walked into this room from the center of the yard. It was rammed earth, not soft mud, and it was impossible for him to hide people from the bottom.

The hand kept grabbing upwards, and then, it struggled to drill out of the top of the head on the water, as if someone was crawling out hard.

First, it was just the top of the head, then the forehead, and then the whole head. The head was kept lowering, and the sound of the raucous rain seemed to be even louder.

It's like a movie scene.

Luo Ren told himself that this was impossible.
To be continued...