Horror Studio

Speaking of it, it seems that the number of people is a bit too much. Even in rural areas where the ratio of men to women is imbalanced, there can be such a big difference, right? It feels that the ratio is almost halfway up.

Qiancang stared at the personal information sheet in his hand and said nothing.

This morning, he read this information with a clear purpose, so he didn't find this. Now, if he looks closely, things seem to be more and more unclear.

His fingers flicked lightly on the table.

If this is the proportion of adults, then... what about children?

Thinking of this, he continued to scroll down.

An hour later, he put the data back in the data cabinet, and the three pieces of paper on his body were also clipped back.

"Don't go to bed, it's time for dinner." Qian Cangyi awakened Xiao Zuanfeng.

"Yeah." Xiao Zuanfeng rubbed his eyes.

"I just discovered one thing. The male to female ratio of Pushazhuang children is 6:1, a very scary figure." Qian Cang said softly.

"Oh, huh?" Xiao Zuanfeng didn't respond at first, "Six boys and one girl? It's impossible, it's not said in the biology book."

"Of course it is impossible. Unless there is war or human interference, the ratio of men to women will only fluctuate between 1:1. The more populous villages are, the closer to 1:1. There is no doubt about this, unless their DNA structure is different from ours. The same, but judging from the information we currently understand, this aspect should not be involved." Qiancang stretched out.

"Then... why are Pushazhuang boys and girls..." Xiao Zuanfeng stopped halfway through her question.

"You talk about why first?" Qian Cang looked at Xiao Zuanfeng.

"They... lost the girls?" Xiao Zuanfeng bit his lip.

"What else?" Qiancang was not in a hurry at all.

"Also...sold?" Xiao Zuanfeng frowned.

"Is it different?" Qiancang asked back.

"Uh……"

"Mother River, do you remember?" Qian Cang said.

"Remember!" Xiao Zuan nodded heavily.

"Fengxia River nurtured the villagers of Pushazhuang. Maybe the river water is weird. Didn't you say that you were brought into the river by a water ghost last night?" Qiancang didn't get angry.

He did this not to discuss with Xiao Zuanfeng, but to sort out his thoughts.

"We seem to have also drunk the water of the Fengxia River... Could we also..." Xiao Zhuan couldn't help taking two steps back.

"Are you funny? You still have children?" Qiancang gave him a blank look. "By the way, if you throw them directly into the river, will they not be found by the villages downstream? Or that every child is thrown into the river. At that time, stones were tied to their bodies to prevent them from floating up?"

"We can go to the bottom of the Fengxia River to take a look. If there are really many corpses, then our inference is correct!" Xiao Zuanfeng stood up excitedly.

Qiancangyi touched his chin with his right hand, "It is indeed possible, but I can't dive."

"Neither will I." Xiao Zuanfeng was full of frustration. "Maybe we can ask the watery people in Pushazhuang to help?"

"It's a good idea." Qiancang supported his head with one hand. "Perhaps before that, you can ask the person who beat you to apologize to you. Maybe they will agree if they are in a good mood."

"Impossible." Xiao Zuanfeng shook his head.

"You also know it's impossible!" Qiancangyi suddenly increased the volume.

"What...what's wrong?" Xiao Zuifeng was frightened.

Qian Cangyi didn't answer Xiao Zuanfeng's question, but said another sentence, "Maybe the person I saw last night is doing this kind of thing? In that case, go to bed early tonight and wake up in the middle of the night. Maybe you will find it. "

...

When the king plate was cutting vegetables, he almost cut his fingers.

Even he himself can feel his restlessness, as if he has lost his soul.

After Chang Shuo arrived, the barrier he had constructed for himself collapsed instantly, and the truest side of Pu Shazhuang emerged from his mind. The things he had done and the choices he had made were constantly torturing his conscience.

He didn't even remember when he started to step into the quagmire.

"Uncle Wang, it turns out that you are already doing it, and I plan to let you rest." Qian Cang smiled.

Without any answer, Wang Pan is still repeating his hand movements, and the cabbage leaves on the chopping board have been cut into fine pieces.

"Uncle Wang?" Qiancang increased his volume.

"Huh?" Wang Pan made a cut across the board and wiped his fingers. He touched the wound and it bleeds a little, but it is not serious and does not even need band-aids.

"I'll do it." Qiancang reached out and took the kitchen knife.

Wang Pan did not stop him, nor did he express his gratitude.

"Who on earth are you..." After a long silence, Wang Pan finally spoke.

"I'm a policeman, just like you." Qiancang answered after two seconds.

"Except for wearing the same clothes, the rest of us is different." Wang Pan's face was very haggard, and his lips were a bit chapped.

Qiancang cut the cabbage in a few clicks, and then put Youxian Xianggan on the cutting board.

"How is it possible, we are all men, we all have eyes, noses, and mouths." Qian Cangyi continued the movements in his hands.

"You know I'm not asking about this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wang Pan's expression has not changed.

"It doesn’t matter who I am. What’s important is that you have to stay silent? Pusa Village is already rotten. Although it looks quiet and peaceful on the outside, it looks like a red apple. It looks bright and beautiful on the outside. After being eaten up by bugs, at this time, anyone who touches the epidermis with their fingers will splash a pile of rotten juice." Qiancang did not insinuate this time, but directly said it.

"There is no chance." Wang Pan took two steps back, seeming to see something terrible.

As soon as Qiancang stopped his movements, he looked back at Wang Pan, "Tell me, in addition to buying wives, does Pushazhuang also discard baby girls?"

"I...I don't know." Wang Pan shook his head, his eyes full of despair.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen what happened fifteen years ago.

"Please, don't do this!"

"You take her away and I will die for you to see!"

The blood stained the ground. At that time, Wang Pan finally understood what it meant to do everything.

And what he saw was even just the tip of the iceberg in Pushazhuang.

Wang Pan didn't know how many unknown things were hidden in it, but his colleague wanted to know, so he never saw his colleague again.

"I take the liberty to ask, Uncle Wang, did your wife also buy it?" Qian Cangyi stared at Wang Pan's eyes.

Wang Pan didn't answer. He felt his head exploded, leaving only a mass of paste in his mind.

"Is your son your first child?" Qian Cangyi asked again.

At this moment, Wang Pan felt that the sky was spinning around, and he held his breath in his chest, very uncomfortable. Before he fell into a coma, the last thing he saw was the face of a policeman named Chang Shuo in front of the kitchen counter, calm and dangerous.