After hearing that someone saw gold, the scene could no longer be controlled. Although there are police officers from several county public security bureaus and township police stations, these villagers became desperate in front of Huang Chengcheng's gold. At first, everyone was still snatching gold on the ground, but not long after, it turned into an armed battle.

Most of the people in this village are distant relatives who can call each other a senior, but now they are all red. Not to mention distant relatives, even brothers and sisters can fight each other for a piece of gold. The person who first called out gold was knocked to the ground by a stick, and then the piece of gold in his arms was snatched away by the man who beat him.

Finally, it was the police fired a gun and warned the police that ended the farce. Everyone stood up in disappointment. Only the man who had been hit by a stick and found that the man was still unconscious on the ground. When people from the local township government went over to check, they found that the man was already dead. After the preliminary examination, the fatal injury was the one who hit the person. The person who beat the person was the deceased's nephew. In front of Jin, even his own uncle had taken a ruthless move.

This scene was taken by the cameraman of the city TV station. Although the video was not posted on the TV at the strong request of the county magistrate Gan. However, the reporter of the TV station reported everything he saw, as well as the video taken by the cameraman, to the leaders of the station.

Not long after, the mayor learned what happened from the mouth of the Minister of Propaganda. As the Chinese New Year was about to come, such a thing happened. It was under the nose of the county magistrate in charge. He could not say that a phone call was a scolding and asked Gan Daye to do the aftermath. County magistrate Gan felt wronged, so he spread this tone on our township chief. After calling him back, he asked him to take the initiative to go to the county discipline inspection commission to explain his own affairs clearly, why so much gold was found in his cellar.

In order to prevent unwilling villagers from causing trouble, the county magistrate Gan transferred most of the police from the county public security bureau and several surrounding township police stations to here to prevent anything from being found in the cellar of the township chief’s house. The county magistrate Gan also asked someone to surround the township chief’s house with canvas, and outsiders were not allowed to peek inside.

After everything was arranged, County Magistrate Gan directed people to cut the vegetable cellar on the spot to check what else was inside. After everyone cut the vegetable cellar in a few seconds, they saw a fist-sized gap running through the ground of the vegetable cellar. There were a small amount of gold nuggets scattered on both sides of the gap.

After discovering the gold nuggets, in order to avoid the previous farce being staged, County Magistrate Gan called all the people working below. He and the police chief and a few others to check in person why there were so many gold nuggets here. Just as County Magistrate Gan first stood at the entrance of the cellar, the cellar suddenly collapsed, and half of Gan Daye's body was buried inside.

The next thing was that grandfather, third uncle and village chief broke into the village chief's home, and there was no need to repeat this. Because this matter was too strange, the mummy unearthed by County Mayor Gan was completely dead hundreds of years ago. It was impossible to explain why Gan Daye's ankle was caught and a large number of mummy bodies were brought out.

Originally, County Mayor Gan wanted to hand over this place to the city's archaeological units. But the city's archaeological experts immediately gave another way. They said that this matter should be reported to the public security and the national security units. Before the New Year, the two units established departments to deal with such abnormal events respectively.

County Magistrate Gan reported to these two departments the strange incident that happened at the village chief's house. Unexpectedly, because these two departments have just been established, their management and business are relatively chaotic. Neither of them can be sent to deal with this matter immediately. The most outrageous thing is the Guoan abnormal incident handling office. The files they have to deal with have been photographed until May. In other words, it will take more than three months before they can send someone to check it out. It is still unknown when it will be completed.

When the Chinese New Year was about to be celebrated, County Magistrate Gan remembered the Chuanhe Show three years ago. The two leaders from the Ministry of Public Security, together with an old monk from Xiaoqinghe Village, went into the ghost hole underground in Qinghe River, and solved the haunted incident of the Chuanhe Show.

County Magistrate Gan was about to ask my grandfather to ask my grandfather to come back and deal with the mummy incident for him. Unexpectedly, when he was calling the village chief, he suddenly heard that Fatty Sun and I and a middle-aged fat man suddenly rebelled against the countryside, so he rushed to my grandfather to invite us to come out. But he heard that Fatty Sun and I are no longer the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security, and there is also a businessman from Taiwan. County Magistrate Gan was afraid that the news would spread to Taiwan and cause even worse images. He turned the conversation halfway through.

After hearing the village chief's words, Fatty Sun narrowed his eyes, his mouth slightly raised, and he said to himself: "The pieces of gold... This is a bit interesting."

I saw that Fatty Sun seemed to be moved. He was all people with a net worth of over 100 million yuan. Will he still care about this little money? I was afraid that he would contact Gan Daye when he was so angry. I couldn't say that I hinted to him: "Great Sage, that little gold is all small money. It's not worth taking risks for that little money."

Fatty Sun smiled and looked at me, as if he didn't understand what I said. He continued to say to the village chief: "It's not me that you have always been gold nuggets, gold nuggets, etc. You have never mentioned gold bars, gold ingots, etc. I'll ask if these gold nuggets are fragments of gold jewelry?"

The village chief was stunned when he heard this. After reacting, he almost blurted out: "How do you know? I heard that Gan Daye later confiscated all the gold nuggets that the villagers snatched away, and used these gold nuggets to form the shape of a dragon claw. And the gold nuggets sent for testing also had results two days ago, but what exactly is said is not something I, a small village chief, could find out."

After hearing what the village chief said, so many gold nuggets were made up, only one dragon claw was made. Monk Xiao pushed the mahjong plaque on the spot and found a look at the eldest brother of the Shen family for him. Monk Xiao came to Fatty Sun and the village chief, and said to the village chief very invisible: "Tell me carefully about what happened in your village chief's house that day."

After listening carefully again, Monk Xiao's eyes went around Fatty Sun and me, and looked at Huang Ran, who had not spoken much behind us. At the same time, he said, "Why does this sound like Rakshasa picking up ghost bones?"

After hearing this, Huang Ran shook his head and said, "It's different. If the Rakshasa ghosts throwing gold inside, then those mummies will be unreasonable. Moreover, those gold has been tested and whether they are ghost bones can be known on the spot. Also, Rakshasa usually picks up ghost bones on summer nights, and basically no living people you see have ever seen. This time, hundreds of people have seen it, and even Rakshasa, it is impossible to solve so many people at once."

Fatty Sun and the village chief listened to a few thoughts. After Huang Ran finished speaking, Fatty Sun immediately spoke, "Can you two speak in plain language? Didn't I say, what is this Rakshasa ghost bone picking?"

I glanced at the village chief who had already raised his ears. Fatty Sun understood what I meant. He said a little disapprovingly: "Tell me a myth, what's the big deal? Who said that you can't tell ghost stories on New Year's Eve?"

"Then I will say it as a myth." I glanced at Fatty Sun and continued: "Rakshasa is a kind of ghost demon. It is said that Rakshasa will turn dead bones into gold, and then use this gold to confuse everyone. Those who pick up gold will be marked by him. In the middle of the night, it will eat the heart of the ghost bones. But I have never heard of it when it comes out in broad daylight."
Chapter completed!