pertwk Chapter 49 It seems your village doesn't learn anything good about relationships?
Chapter 49 It seems your village doesn't learn anything good about relationships?
The White Bone Demon withdrew her gaze; security had arrived at the foot of the mountain.
The two young security guards were acquaintances, Zhichao and Hanzi.
"Why is it you guys?" Gu Bai asked in surprise.
Bai Zhichao said, "We don't have enough manpower. There aren't many young people in the town to begin with, and we're also short of work. Of course we'll do the security work if they give us help."
Most young people nowadays work away from home.
In the past, although jobs in the public security bureau were desirable, they were mostly in cities. Most young people looked down on public security in towns and villages, let alone auxiliary public security positions, which didn't have official positions and had low salaries.
Now, with strange occurrences, the public security bureau is in dire need of manpower, and the local police stations are even more short-staffed.
Zhichao and Hanzi have both experienced ghostly events, so their resilience is stronger than that of ordinary people.
Seeing the corpse, he didn't panic at all.
Bai Han lit a cigarette: "Brother Bai, take down the police tape, Zhi Chao and I will take the body away."
Gu Bai removed the police tape, and the two men lifted the body onto a stretcher and transported it to the vehicle.
The two did not leave, but stayed to chat with Gu Xiaojiao and take care of the cattle farm.
"Brother Jiao, you're amazing! I never expected you could solve cases." Bai Zhichao gave a thumbs up.
Gu Xiaojiao exhaled smoke: "This is purely based on experience. If you were talking about something else, I'd be completely clueless too."
"I think if you can arrest people in your own village, you might actually be able to maintain order," Bai Han said with a smile.
"That's impossible," Gu Xiaojiao said. "The people in our village have already been rehabilitated."
"Is everything fixed?"
"That's not the case. The sentences have already been handed down, and those who were supposed to serve their sentences have done so. The few who were released are now lying at home."
"Can they really sit still?"
"Didn't we see those debt-ridden individuals and new online lending platforms recently? Making money from home, who would still go out and do shady stuff?"
"If you don't repay your online loans now, you'll be blacklisted, right? Your credit score will be completely deducted."
Gu Xiaojiao took a sip of tea: "They call this money 'selling credit,' and they even called me to say that taking on debt is much easier than collecting debts, and the income is higher. They eat, drink, have fun, play cards, and live a very comfortable life."
"You didn't memorize it too, did you?"
"No, not at all. I think it's too little. I'm making tens of thousands a day now. I'm living a good life. It's not worth it."
The two nodded: "We still have to take the right path; resorting to shady methods won't last."
Gu Xiaojiao took a sip of tea and leisurely puffed on his cigarette: "I've found the meaning of life now. I just want to save some money, buy a house in the new city, and settle down."
Gu Bai listened quietly; this Guyue Village was indeed a bit of a mess.
"Brother Jiao, I've always heard that there are eight great families in your village, each with their own unique skills. Is that true?" Bai Han asked curiously.
"What kind of family lineage is this? It's just the family recipes passed down from our ancestors."
Gu Xiaojiao didn't hide anything: "It's not a secret. It's from my great-great-grandfather's generation. Back in the war years, in order to survive, they made some things and became bandits in the mountains."
"Initially, there were eight people who swore brotherhood, forming eight families. But then there were a series of reforms, and people's hearts changed. Everyone was thinking about making money, so there's not much affection left."
Back then, everyone was so poor they were urinating blood. To make a living, they learned all sorts of skills: tomb raiding, con artistry, thievery, honey trap scams, and human slave trading.
"There are five doors, so where are the other three? Are the remaining three doors normal?"
"I heard it involves eight people, fortune telling, and vehicles/ships."
"What's 'Ba Da'? The fortune-telling seems normal, and 'Che Chuan' refers to driving and boating skills?"
"The Eight Strikes" refers to striking vital points such as the temples, throat, heart, groin, and kidneys. It's all about killing people in any way possible, and it wasn't passed down.
The two: "..."
"The fortune-telling you're talking about was banned because it was considered feudal superstition and wasn't passed down. Anyway, it's a scam."
As for vehicles and boats, used for transporting goods and goods, and for assisting human traffickers, thieves, and tomb raiders, they were also executed.
Gu Xiaojiao puffed on his cigarette: "There's a saying, 'Carter, boatman, innkeeper, swindler, even if innocent, should be killed.' That's the thing, it's been lost to time, only con artists still have some skill."
"So you're a con artist?"
"I'm nothing, just an ordinary villager," Gu Xiaojiao said.
Gu Bai pondered for a moment and said, "So, your village doesn't learn any of the good things?"
It's a miracle that this village still exists, given how dangerous and difficult the craft is.
"Nobody taught us anything good. Back then, as long as you could speak, nobody cared what you did," Gu Xiaojiao sighed. "Just like now, as long as they can make money, they don't care if they're unregistered or not."
"It's alright, Brother Jiao will lend them a hand in the future and reform them," Bai Zhichao said.
"No way, I don't have that ability. I just want to live a good life in the new city right now." Gu Xiaojiao shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, what's the situation in your Dragon King Town? Why are you doing such strange things?"
Bai Zhichao scratched his head: "I don't know either. We just believe in the Dragon King, and now it's just a festival activity. People are pretty honest."
Bai Han added, "Who says otherwise? We're just working honestly, so why is this monster targeting us and causing trouble?"
Gu Xiaojiao pondered, "Perhaps honest people are easier to bully?"
"What did honest people do to deserve this...?"
"Bai Zhichao, Bai Han, emergency! The monster is heading your way. Shoot towards the dung heap and throw grenades to scare it away. Yang Xi is chasing after it."
"receive!"
Bai Zhichao and Bai Han replied, their legs feeling a little weak: "Why did we end up here?"
"Go quickly."
"My legs are weak."
"My legs are weak too."
"You're such a coward, give me the gun."
Gu Xiaojiao grabbed a headlamp from the side and put it on, then snatched Bai Zhichao's automatic rifle: "You guys stay here."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Pretty much. We've shot birds in the village before. Give me two more magazines, and if this thing comes over, we'll all be dead."
Before Bai Zhichao could react, Gu Xiaojiao had already taken two magazines, his speed surprising even Bai Gu Jing.
"Tell all the workers to go inside and hide."
Gu Bai left with a single sentence and quickly caught up with Gu Xiaojiao.
Arriving at the manure pile, Gu Xiaojiao squatted down there, looking towards Dragon King Mountain.
"Is there any movement?" Gu Bai walked over, already catching the scents of Jiang Si and Yang Xi.
"Not yet, it shouldn't be that soon." Gu Xiaojiao lit a cigarette: "Brother Bai, one on each side, I'll wait for your signal to fire."
"Wait for me to let you know?" Gu Bai looked at him in surprise.
Gu Xiaojiao laughed, "I'm not stupid. You can hold me down with one hand and kill the mosquito man single-handedly. You can't be an ordinary person, can you?"
Gu Bai said, "Are you a descendant of thieves? How dare you risk your life like that? You're more like the 'eight-fighting' you described."
"There's no such thing as 'eight-fighting techniques,' they're just life-or-death moves that everyone knows, it just depends on whether you have the ruthlessness to do them."
Gu Xiaojiao exhaled a puff of smoke: "As for the thief, did Brother Bai see him just now?"
"Your speed in loading the magazine was a bit unexpected," Gu Bai said.
"Practice makes perfect, and hard work can make up for lack of talent." Gu Xiaojiao sighed. "It's not a skill that can be shown in the light. Back then, I was so hungry that I drank tap water from the toilet. I had no choice but to steal ten yuan and fifty cents to buy a meal. I felt guilty for half a month and haven't used it since."
"Here it comes, about 300 meters to your left front. Yang Xi is close behind. Shoot at the ground."
"clear."