On the other side, Roddy walked out of the house and greeted Mr. Zhang. He declined his dinner invitation with the excuse that he had already eaten. When he walked out of the yard, he found that it was still early. It would probably be dark in an hour or so.
He pulled up his hood and chose the street with the least pedestrians to leave the village. After making a big circle, he trotted all the way to the place where he stored his motorcycle. In order to prevent being discovered, "Fei Shuang" was leaning against the mountain. He covered it with a tent that was similar in color to the sand and covered it with stones and dirt. From a distance, no one would notice it at all.
Roddy specially started the motorcycle. After confirming that the battery was working properly, he turned off the engine and hid it again. Then, he walked around the village without a trace, ready to enter from the other side.
He did not know that Mr. Zhang, who was taking a stroll, was chatting with a group of neighbors in the open space at the entrance of the village.
Before the weather became warm, everyone liked to discuss the Zhang family's affairs here. In fact, this scene had never changed since ancient times. Whose daughter was still unmarried? Whose family gave birth to a big fat boy? Gossiping about private matters was the favorite thing for the old men and women in the village. However, with the development of the information age, these topics would occasionally become international affairs such as "Who will be the next president of the United States?" and "Will North Korea attack?"
There were only so many people in the village. Everyone met each other all the time. So, sometimes the village secretary and other public servants would join in the discussion after work. Naturally, the few policemen from the nearby police station were no exception.
"Mr. Zhang, you seem to be in a good mood recently."
Policeman Jiang Muluo had just been transferred here for two years after graduating from the police academy. This kind of grass-roots job was often the best way to wear down a person's edge. The lofty ambitions he had when he graduated had been worn down to the point where he could barely breathe. Now, thanks to the overwhelming number of surveillance cameras and the rapid economic development, there were far fewer people sneaking around than a few decades ago. Therefore, there was also an advantage to being a policeman in a small village: there was more leisure time.
When he was not on duty, he could just drink a bag of tea and read a novel for a day. The salary was not much. Except for the occasional study and training, there was basically nothing to worry about. After a long time, his spirit gradually became tired. Xiao Jiang was not busy recently. He had a few meetings in the morning and drank a lot of water in the afternoon. When he walked out of the police station after work, he saw Grandpa Zhang who was taking a walk. He asked casually, intending to say hello and be polite. In his heart, he was thinking about what to eat tonight, but Grandpa Zhang's reply made him a little stunned.
"Didn't a 'backpacker' come these few days? That young man is quite sensible. He chats with me every day, so of course he's in a good mood! "
Grandpa Zhang folded his hands behind his back. It was obvious that he was ready to tell Xiao Jiang the story. "Sigh, my son is almost forty, and he only calls once a month. You see, he's just a tourist, but he knows how to accompany me to listen to my past … I know he might not like it, but at least he knows how to be polite! "
"Hmm? Uncle Zhang, do you think there are tourists passing by here? "
Mulou Jiang became vigilant, but he still maintained a curious expression on his face. He quietly said, "Where did this person come from? You have to be careful! "
"He's from the capital. This young man is quite persistent. He said he was hiking and wanted to stay here for a few days. I didn't want to take the money, but he insisted on giving it to me. If he really had some bad intentions, why would he be so polite to me? He even bought some oil and rice for us these few days. We don't lack these things, but he's so honest! "
As Grandpa Zhang spoke, he seemed to notice something. "Xiao Jiang, you don't mean to investigate him, do you?"
"Investigate what? I'm already off work. From what you said, I guess there should be no problem. I was just asking out of habit just now. Please don't mind it! "
As he said this, he said goodbye to Grandpa Zhang and walked away leisurely. To be honest, Mulou Jiang didn't intend to pay attention to this kind of thing. Grandpa Zhang was a native of the village and had hardly moved in the past forty years. Logically speaking, he didn't need to care about this kind of thing, but …
He suddenly stopped, and an emotion called "suspicion" inexplicably gushed out from his heart. Finally, Mulou Jiang looked back at Grandpa Zhang, who had already strolled towards the square. He turned around and returned to the police station. He said to another colleague who had not left, "Gang Zi, let's go and check the household."
*****
Roddy calmly turned from an alley to the yard of Grandpa Zhang's house. He was carrying a bag of corn in his hand, which he bought for Grandpa Zhang's family. But when he raised his head and saw the two figures in police uniforms in front of the courtyard gate, his body suddenly tensed up …
When he was a civilian, he wouldn't have any superfluous thoughts when he saw the police. But after he had a guilty conscience, the navy blue uniform and the police badge were like flashing red lights, making his hair stand on end. Roddy felt a moment of confusion in his mind, but he calmly suppressed it —
This was a prison of time and space.
Thanks to Kardashian's warning, Roddy would not easily fall into the trap of this world. When the two of them looked at him, Roddy immediately relaxed his body and put on a stunned expression. He walked closer and said, "Officers, what's the matter?"
Mulou Jiang deliberately chose the time when Grandpa Zhang had not returned to bring Gangzi over. At this moment, when he saw Roddy, he basically confirmed that the other party was the "backpacker from the capital." Police officers were used to observing other people's expressions, but the guy in front of them did not seem to be flustered. His eyes were calm, and his footsteps were not hurried. He walked to the front and waved the corn in his hand. "I came from the imperial capital on foot. Uncle Zhang seems to have gone out. Is there anything I can help you with? "
The two officers didn't think that this person was a vicious criminal because of his fluent Imperial Capital accent and peaceful attitude. The main reason was that in their eyes, Roddy was just an honest young man. However, they still had to go through the necessary procedures. Mulou Jiang took a step forward and waved the black machine in his hand. "Oh, I heard from Uncle Zhang that you are from the imperial capital. We need to see your ID card for this routine inspection. Please cooperate."
Police officers had never been particularly polite when they spoke. Although Gangzi usually looked lazy, he had already taken a step to the side. This was obviously to prepare for an emergency. Roddy knew that the black machine was used to detect whether the holder of the ID card was wanted. He had already been on the task force's list. Needless to say, if he took out his ID card, it would definitely be pressed.
He felt his heart beat faster, not because he was afraid of being arrested, but because he was thinking about what kind of weapon the other party was carrying. He did not even dare to think about "assaulting a police officer" in the past, but now he did not even hesitate. With a sincere face, he said, "Oh, I didn't bring my ID card with me. It's in the house!"
As he spoke, he walked to the yard and continued, "Wait a minute, I'll open the door and go in to get it."
The door lock of this house was an ordinary aluminum alloy door. Roddy took the key and twisted it twice. The keyhole made a noise, and he smiled bitterly and said, "This door is not easy to open …"
Up to this point, Roddy's performance had been very normal. Behind him, Wood Clog and Gangzi unconsciously let down their guard. Roddy did not deliberately delay. On the fourth try, he turned the door lock with a click. He calmly turned the handle, pushed the door open, and entered. He put the key aside, turned around, and said, "It's quite cold outside. Please come in and have a seat."
This request was not surprising. After all, it was already dark, and the temperature outside was only a little higher than zero.
Usually, when checking the ID card, there was no need to enter the house. However, Wood Clog knew that he could not let the other party out of his sight, so he did not hesitate and followed them into the house. In Inner Mongolia, some farmers had controlled weapons in their homes. He did not want any accidents to happen.
Gangzi also knew this, so he followed them into the house. When the light was turned on, Roddy walked to the bed and rummaged through his bag. As a result, Wood Clog saw two sets of game helmets on the bed. His face changed, and he said, "Gangzi, something's wrong!"
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