I Have a Luck Altar

  Chapter 11 The boy is safe!

  Ping'an Town belongs to Ping'an County. It is the most basic unit, which is juxtaposed with townships, pavilions, and townships.

  Besides, in such an ancient world, transportation is inconvenient. Unless there is a major event to report, the Ting Township and county government below will only report twice a year.

   And Chen Yuan in Ping'an Town has only heard about it, but has never been there.

   But the name made him feel a little familiar.

   "Brother Zhao, have you ever been to Ping An Town?"

   Sitting on the horse, Chen Yuan turned his head and asked.

   "I came here a few years ago, and a very strange thing happened in Ping'an Town. Huang Butou personally brought people to investigate, but unfortunately nothing was found in the end."

   "Evil?"

  Chen Yuan became interested.

   "Yes, in a relatively remote village in Ping'an Town, twenty-three households were all missing. That was a major case a few years ago."

   "Didn't find any trace?"

   "No, the village is too far away, and I rarely communicate with people outside"

   "Did the demons do it?"

   "I don't know, there is no clue, so I can only let it go." Zhao Ning shook his head slightly.

  It took two hours, nearly noon, Chen Yuan, Zhao Ning and several white servants finally arrived at Ping'an Town. Zhao Ning took Chen Yuan to find the home of Chief Officer Liu Laosan with ease.

  Although he does not belong to the rank, Liu Laosan has a lot of power in Ping'an Town, his family is well-off, and he wears high-quality cloth, which is completely different from the coarse linen clothes worn by ordinary people.

   "Who is this?" Liu Laosan cupped his hands at Zhao Ning, and looked at Chen Yuan with a smile on his face.

   "This is the policeman who joined last year, Chen Yuan. This is Mr. Liu," Zhao Ning introduced with a smile.

   "What is Mr. Liu, just call Lao Liu quickly." Liu Laosan waved his hand.

  Chen Yuan nodded and smiled.

   "Why do the two policemen have time to come to my Ping'an Town today, but what orders does the county magistrate have?" Liu Laosan asked tentatively.

  Chen Yuan and Zhao Ning looked at each other and said in a low voice:

   "We came to investigate some fugitives. The county captain was furious and thoroughly investigated all the villages and pavilions in the county. Therefore, the two of us were arranged in Ping'an Town."

   "I see." Liu Laosan looked relaxed.

  As long as it's not aimed at him.

   "The two policemen are exhausted, why not rest here for a while."

   "Then bother you"

  After a while of pushing the cups and changing the cups, Liu Laosan's cheeks began to flush, and his voice was a little drunk, staggering, pulling Chen Yuan and saying:

   "Brother Chen, you"

   "Brother Liu, has something unusual happened in Ping'an Town recently?" Chen Yuan asked softly, as for Zhao Ning, who had already been lying on the table unconscious.

   "An unusual thing. Let me think about it, it doesn't seem to be there. Hey, by the way, the old Mr. and Mrs. Chen died three days ago. It's quite... quite evil."

  Liu Laosan was belching from wine, talking intermittently.

   "What's wrong?" Chen Yuan became a little interested.

   "The two of them."

  Chen Yuan frowned, and left Liu Laosan's house alone, wanting to go to Lao Chen's house to check.

  According to Liu Laosan, the old Chen and his wife worked diligently on weekdays and did not provoke anyone, but they died mysteriously three nights ago.

   It was as if they had been buried in the ground for a long time, turning into mummies. Someone took a look at them, and they were so frightened that they dared not close their eyes for a whole day and night. So far, their bodies are still at home, and few people dare to approach them.

   After inquiring a few idlers in the town, Chen Yuan found Old Chen Tou's house with a lot of swindles.

  It is a very dilapidated small courtyard, the door is tightly closed, and the couplets from previous years are still pasted on the door, but it has completely faded, and it seems to fall off when the wind blows.

   "Boom boom boom"

  Chen Yuan held the long knife at his waist with one hand, and gently knocked on the door with the other.

  Although the old head Chen died, Chen Yuan learned from Liu Laosan that they had a fourteen or fifteen-year-old son who hadn't left the house in the past few days.

  When Chen Yuan wanted to ask again, Liu Laosan stopped moving.

   No one dared to go to his house to help. People in the town spread rumors that his family was sucked dry by Xie Chong, and now Xie Chong is still in their home.

  Even if someone wants to help because of the friendship in the neighborhood, they don't have the courage.

   "Shusha."

  A slight sound of rubbing came from the small courtyard.

   "Squeak"

  The door was opened from the inside, and a young man appeared in front of Chen Yuan.

  The young man was young, with a white cap tied on his head, and a linen cloth robe with several conspicuous patches on his body.

  The young man had a calm face, with clear eyes under his thick eyebrows, he looked a little resolute, and he was holding a cut-out paper figurine in his hand.

   "Is there something wrong?" the boy asked calmly.

  Chen Yuan frowned, such a drastic change had taken place in his family, but a teenager shouldn't be so calm, as if what happened in his family was not a funeral.

   "I'm arresting Chen Yuan to investigate the death of your parents." Chen Yuan whispered.

  The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, looked up at Chen Yuan, and whispered:

   "Master, please come in."

  Chen Yuan walked into the small courtyard with a flat face, and carefully looked at the small courtyard with his eyes. It was very simple and not surprising, except that there were some sawdust piled up in the courtyard.

   "What is this for?"

   "Make a coffin for my parents."

   "You can do this at such a young age?" Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

   "Learned before."

   "What's your name?" Chen Yuan asked.

  The boy was silent for a long time, bowed his head and said:

   "My parents call me safe."

   "Peace, Chen Pingan!!"

  Chen Yuan muttered to himself, why are they all called Chen Pingan now?

Um?

  Why use both?

   "Your parents seem to want you to be safe."

  Chen Pingan didn't answer. He returned to the hut and continued to chip wood chips with tools, trying to patch up the last piece of wood.

  Chen Yuan stepped into the hut, and what appeared in front of him was a large coffin with many flaws on it, and the most important coffin roof was missing, and a faint smell of corpses escaped.

  Chen Ping'an polished the board expressionlessly, looked around at Chen Yuan without any curiosity, nor cried out to find out the truth for his parents.

  Chen Yuan covered his nose lightly, and leaned forward. Two withered corpses, with hideous faces and wide-eyed eyes, seemed to have encountered great fear before dying.

  Using a knife to gently pick up the coarse cloth covering them, Chen Yuan looked carefully, but there were no obvious scars on their bodies, only a red spot on the back of their necks.

   "Why didn't you report to the government?" Chen Yuan asked while observing.

   "Is it useful to report to the official?" Chen Pingan didn't look up.

   "The night your parents died, were you at home?"

"exist."

   "Did you feel that something was wrong?"

"Have."

  Chen Ping raised his head and stared at Chen Yuan.

"where?"

   "I'm not dead"

  (end of this chapter)