873 What a Coincidence

Yang Guanfeng had found a man's hand in the underground basement. The hand was broken and had been cut off by a sharp weapon. It seemed that it had happened recently. Rigor mortis had just begun to set in.

"Can you explain the situation with this broken hand?" Yang Guanfeng asked Miao Qingshan as he held the broken hand.

Miao Qingshan did not speak. Instead, he turned to look at Miao Xihe.

"Chief, what is this situation?"

"Qingshan, what are you doing?" Miao Xihe asked.

"I did not do anything. I do not know why the broken hand is here either!" Miao Qingshan exclaimed.

"You do not know?" Yang Guanfeng laughed.

"You are now an important suspect. Please cooperate with the investigation." Yang Guanfeng's tone had turned serious.

"I didn't kill anyone!" Miao Qingshan became anxious. He exuded a dangerous aura.

The young man beside Yang Guanfeng had already pulled out his gun. He stared unblinkingly at the huge guy in front of him.

"Qingshan, help Captain Yang with his investigation," Miao Xihe coldly said in a tone that could not be disobeyed.

"I didn't kill anyone, Chief. Why should I cooperate with him? They are just people from outside!" Miao Qingshan was puzzled.

"You could not even explain how this broken hand came about!"

"What do you mean that I could not explain how it came about? Is it necessary to explain such things? In the village..."

"Enough!" Miao Qingshan's words were interrupted by a shout from Miao Xihe.

Ah!

The shout was extremely loud. Yang Guanfeng felt that his ears were continuously buzzing. It was as if someone was beating a drum beside him.

I did not expect him to have such a loud voice!

"I will not go." Miao Qingshan's body suddenly arched.

"What are you going to do?"

Bang! He suddenly reached out and threw out a large handful of pink powder.

"Damn it!"

"Be careful, do not breathe it in!" Miao Xihe shouted.

"What is this stuff?"

Yang Guanfeng held his breath, but it was too late. He suddenly had difficulty breathing. It was as if a powerful hand he caught him by the throat.

Tsss, huuuu...

The scene before his eyes began to blur as his body lost its strength.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

Thump! Thump! He and his associate fell to the ground.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bed in a wooden house.

"Where am I?" He sat up and felt for his waist. Fortunately, his gun was still there.

He got out of bed and realized that his body felt limp. He did not have an ounce of strength in them. His head also hurt a lot. He saw heavy shadows when he looked at objects as well.

"It was that Miao Qingshan!" He recalled the scene before he had fainted.

"You have woken up!" A voice came from behind. Upon looking back, it was Miao Qingfeng.

"What is wrong with me? Have I been poisoned?"

"Yes, you have been poisoned," Miao Qingfeng said. "It was a poisonous powder made by Qingshan. Luckily, the chief was there. Otherwise, it would have spelled trouble!"

"Where is he?"

"He escaped into the mountains."

"Escaped?" Yang Guanfeng was stunned.

"Yes, but the chief has already formed teams of people to search the mountain," Miao Qingshan replied.

What were they still searching for? The mountains and forests were deep and covered hundreds of miles. How was it possible to find anyone hiding inside it?

"How is my colleague?"

"He woke up a little earlier than you did," Miao Qingfeng said.

"By the way, during your coma, your colleagues, who arrived by helicopter, searched the place where Qingshan lives. They have found another body in his room. He was not from our stockade. They are confirming the identity of the body now."

Upon hearing the news, Yang Guanfeng was silent.

He was certain that the person committing these murders in this stockade was Miao Qingshan, but they did not know where he had escaped to.

"Has Miao Qingshan gone into the deep mountain?"

"Yes."

"Can the people in your stockade find him?"

"We will try our best, but the hope is slim," Miao Qingfeng replied. "The mountain is just too big. It's too easy to hide in it!"

Yang Guanfeng did not say anything else. What could he have said?

He was lying in bed thinking about something else.

The purpose of his visit was to investigate the stockade because of the 16 people who had died outside. So far, no clue related to the case had been found. Instead, he had come across a sudden murder case in the stockade. Was it purely a coincidence or was there a connection between the two cases?

"We shall not disturb your rest. If you need anything, please feel free to look for me. Someone will be guarding outside. He knows how to find me."

"Thank you."

"It was our negligence that caused harm to come to you and your partner." Miao Qingfeng left after expressing his apologies.

Yang Guanfeng continued to quietly lay in bed. After about 20 minutes, his companion came into his room. He was still a little unstable while walking, and his complexion did not look good.

"How do you feel, Boss?"

"Alright, how about you?"

"Don't mention it. I have a splitting headache. I don't have strength in my body. I feel as if I just drank two bottles of hard liquor. I feel like death. I heard that Miao Qingshan, who attacked us, ran away and entered the mountain."

"Yes, he did, but we don't know which direction he went."

"Boss, don't you think this matter is a little off?"

"A little off?"

"I was thinking about while I was lying in bed. The purpose of our visit was to investigate the sudden murder cases that had happened in the small county outside. We came here by following the clues, but instead of finding any clue for that case, we encountered a murder case. This time, everything went well. We found the murderer. Just when we were going to catch him, he ran away!"

"What's wrong with that?" Yang Guanfeng asked.

"I don't think it's right."

"I don't think it seems right either, but there is no evidence. We need to prioritize evidence when handling cases."

While they were talking, another person came in. It was Yang Guanfeng's old colleague who had arrived by helicopter.

"Hello, Old Liu."

"Hello, Guanfeng, how are you feeling?"

"I am fine. It's just that my body feels weak and my head hurts a little."

"Have a good rest. We have found some things where Miao Qingshan lives in. One of them is a diary where some stuff was recorded inside written in the local Aboriginal Language. After some preliminary investigation, it can be confirmed that the murders in He County have something to do with him."

"Oh?"

Both Yang Guanfeng and his companion were surprised.

"What evidence?"

"He mentioned He County in the diary and recorded something similar to an experiment. He was using the bodies of the people in He County to carry out live experiments. I have already discussed this with Chief Miao. He thinks Miao Qingshan was preparing a strange medicine and performing the experiments on those people."

"Really? Can it be such a coincidence?!" the young man asked in surprise.

"Yes, it is too much of a coincidence," Yang Guanfeng said.

"We've already sent that diary out to the nearest language expert for translation and review."