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The eardrums were filled with the whining sound of the wind.

Walking in such a strong wind, my clothes couldn't be wrapped tightly at all.

The corners of his clothes were flying, and the cold wind kept blowing into his neck, making his whole body feel cold.

The strong wind slapped my face, like a knife blowing across my face, causing a faint pain.

The surrounding vegetation seemed to be dancing wildly.

The wind blowing at the entrance to the village was also ridiculously strong.

Su Sen and I didn't talk, but speeded up our pace in unison.

The old, blackened houses were getting closer and closer to us.

Strangely enough, when we entered the village, the wind suddenly dropped a lot.

It seemed as if the strong wind was raging in the small area at the entrance of the village.

"This wind is really weird!" I patted the dust blown up by the wind on my clothes and smacked my lips.

"I wonder if it's like this during the day."

Su Sen looked back, then picked up the flashlight and carefully looked at this gloomy and deserted village with many terrifying rumors.

Dead leaves swirled in the wind.

There are weeds and overgrown trees everywhere.

A dirt road passes through the village, with scattered dilapidated houses on both sides.

The house has almost collapsed, and is just a pile of ruins, standing quietly in the wind.

"Let's go to the toilet where Qiao Ningwei disappeared first."

After looking around, Su Sen took out his phone and clicked on the photo.

There are photos of the toilet-like building and a hand-drawn map of the village.

We followed the route marked with a red arrow on the map and walked forward with a flashlight.

Even two bright flashlights couldn't break through the darkness of the deserted village.

There are bones in the ditches, and there are innocent souls in the bends.

People who died in the closed village were buried in the village. I don't know how many bones were buried under the weeds.

The wind whimpered.

The old house is eerie.

The sound of our footsteps was blown away by the wind and echoed around the village, as if many people were walking at the same time.

Putting aside everything else, the weird atmosphere of this village is scary enough.

No normal person would stay in the village for long.

"Su Sen, did those students know the rumors about this village before entering the village?" I asked my question.

"I don't know, they are not locals. Rumors about this village are mainly spread locally and on some supernatural forums."

After Su Sen finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"At least, that's what they say."

"There is no basis for what you say. It's a deserted village, there are no cameras or bystanders, and no one will know what you do. I think this is either the three of them colluding in the confession, or there is something really evil."

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but what is their motive?" Su Sen frowned slightly, "The investigation shows that the three of them did not have any trouble with Qiao Ningwei. On the contrary, they have a good relationship."

"Especially Jiang Keke, she has the best relationship with Qiao Ningwei. After Qiao Ningwei disappeared, she was the most anxious, cried many times, and was very cooperative with the police investigation."

I said: "But it cannot be ruled out that these performances are disguised by them."

"Your suspicion is reasonable, but don't forget that the three of them are just ordinary college students."

"Even if feelings can be disguised and confessions can be negotiated in advance, can they handle the scene without leaving any flaws after they harm someone?"

"The police have not found any clues, which shows that their methods are so professional that even experienced professional killers may not be able to do it."

"I have been working in the industry for ten years, and I have not encountered more than ten criminals."

"A crime that has been done must leave its mark. Some murders that appear to be seamless are actually the result of an accidental coincidence of the right time and place."

"Most homicides are either accidental or passionate. Even if it is a premeditated murder, the scene cannot be so clean, and there cannot be a trace of fear in the heart afterwards."

"unless--"

Su Sen shrugged.

"What?" I glanced at him curiously.

"The three of them are all extremely intelligent perverts."

After saying this, Su Sen laughed again and shook his head.

"But precisely because of this, it is even more impossible."

"Because perverted personalities are usually very eccentric and highly individual, with very strong self-awareness, and generally cannot get along well with others, let alone cooperate."

"I have conducted detailed investigations into the backgrounds of the three of them and basically ruled them out as suspects."

Su Sen was sure.

"So, the three students didn't lie, and Qiao Ningwei just disappeared out of thin air?"

"Otherwise why would I look for you?"

While speaking, Su Sen stopped and raised his hand.

The cold and hard light of the strong flashlight hit a dilapidated building in front.

This is a small, low house built against the wall of the main house. It is indeed a building similar to a rural toilet.

Su Sen lowered his head and glanced at the photos on his phone, checked them and nodded.

"right here."

The exterior is in tatters, and half of the roof has collapsed.

There is a musty smell in the air.

Su Sen and I looked at each other, and he stepped forward first and pushed open the crooked door.

The flashlight shone into the dark dilapidated house.

The first thing that catches the eye is the wooden fence surrounding it.

Pigsty.

Many rural toilets have this structure.

Below is a manure tank, with pigsties and toilets built above.

There is an aisle outside the pigsty, about 1 meter wide.

Su Sen and I walked in one after another.

There is a pit behind the pigsty.

It's actually two wooden boards put together with a hole in the middle.

Squatting on the toilet will make your butt feel cold when the wind blows.

Moreover, the wooden board is broken, and the dried cesspool below can be seen through the hole.

The cesspool is covered with deep weeds that dance in the wind, like hands calling for spirits.

To be honest, it would be better to find a place with deep grass outside to go to the toilet here.

"Su Sen, do you think there is a possibility?" I looked around, "Qiao Ningwei accidentally fell down when she was going to the toilet?"

After all, this wooden board is broken and has decayed due to time, so it may not be able to bear the weight of a person.

"It is indeed possible as you mentioned, but if you can think of this suspicion, so can the police."

Su Sen analyzed it for me seriously.

"If someone stepped on it a week ago and caused the board to crack, there must be relatively fresh signs of fracture."

He shined his flashlight on the dusty and scum-covered boards.

"Look, the colors of these fractures are all the same, they are black and covered with dust."

"The most important thing is, if it's what you said, they would have been found long ago. Do you still need us?"

"It makes sense." I nodded, but I always felt like there was something hidden in the cesspool below.

There were wooden boards blocking the way, so the flashlight couldn't shine all the way down, and there were also deep weeds blocking the way, making it difficult to see clearly what was going on below.

I asked again: "Did any police go down there to search?"

"Yes, there is no discovery." Su Sen looked at me and said, "Boss Li, have you found anything?"

"Someone went down there not long ago, but how come there are no traces of being stepped on on those weeds?"