The first people lived in the water and gradually developed cities of all sizes, gathering various resources here. Therefore, rural people wanted to move into towns, and town people wanted to squeeze into county towns, and county people cut their heads and drilled into county governments.

However, there are always exceptions in everything, which is amazing.

Sun Shuan, the head of the coroner's troupe in Qiyun County, worked as a servant for more than 30 years and saved a lot of gold and silver. After his grandson was born the last year, he sold a prosperous shop in the city and built a manor outside the city, allowing his wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson to move them over to enjoy their happiness.

Constables are a cheap business, and coroner is the most humble among constables, dealing with people who die suddenly all day long.

Their yin energy is too heavy and no one likes it. The work-to-work, food and silver are not high, it is only fifteen taels a year. Although the way to make money is narrow, it is impossible to compare with the head-catching scenery, and it is still indispensable for tea, wine, and strength.

For example, if the coroner has been reluctant to find out the cause of death, the deceased cannot be buried. Or when the inspection is conducted, the body will be dismembered. In order to ensure that the deceased is buried, the relatives have to take care of it. If there is a hidden situation, there is no shortage of large closure fees.

Only when encountering a masterless murder case will the coroner be fine without much fuel and become a dog.

Sun Shuan saved up little by little like a mosquito blood. When he was old, he actually bought a manor. He had to praise him, a good method!

Qi was over 60 years old, and he washed his hands and took off his job. He should enjoy the pastoral scenery and family happiness. No, Sun Laoer even sold the house near the main street and moved to a remote house in the south of the city, living alone.

Do you have any conflicts with your family? It’s not like that. During festivals, your son and daughter-in-law always bring your grandson to visit.

He occasionally leaves the city and never stays in his own garden. He will definitely turn around before dark.

What a weird guy!

After King Hua ascended the throne, he changed his year name to Apocalypse, and continued to use the lunar calendar. January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, and September, and winter.

This day was the first day of the second month of the 20th year of the Apocalypse.

The night sky is quiet and the stars are twinkling.

The first day of the lunar month is commonly known as the new day, and the moon disappears. The nursery rhyme clouds are invisible on the first day of the lunar month, a line on the second day of the lunar month, a bent eyebrows in the third day of the lunar month...

Under the starlight, the ground blurred into a dark shadow.

Xintianyou slid in the shadow of the tree.

His digestive ability is dozens of times that of ordinary people. All food is converted into pure energy storage, rather than subcutaneous fat, so he will not gain weight. However, after eating, it is also a relatively weak moment. He is so depressed that he cannot lift his energy, a bit like a big python that has been overwhelmed.

It's much better now.

When you have toes, you will float gently for more than one foot away. Without making any sound, it will blend into the night.

In the darkness, a blurred light appeared.

The distance was less than a hundred meters, Xin Tianyou hid behind a willow tree and observed it carefully.

In front is a dilapidated yard with several adobe walls collapsed. Under the eaves of thatched roof, a "anti-wind" lantern was hung, the decaying fence door was wide open, and a small table was placed in the yard.

A lamp is like a bean, and an old man with white beard is drinking alone under the starlight. He holds a peanut and chews it for a long time, and "gudong" drinks a cup of wine, and from time to time he looks at the night sky with a 45-degree angle.

The atmosphere is gloomy, especially like the situation when the ghost and vixen appear.

This place is located in the low-lying area of ​​Nancheng. It is not only remote, but also waterlogged when it rains. Mosquitoes rage in spring and summer, and cold winds in autumn and winter. Almost no one is willing to live there, except for some poor people who come here to open up wasteland and grow vegetables.

Xin Tianyou closed his eyes slightly to improve his hearing to the extreme. He determined that within a radius of 300 meters, there was only the old man.

At noon today, he chewed in the county magistrate's mansion and did not go to the inn that had been arranged.

Dong Shumin needs to adjust her body to adapt to the transformation of "Evolution No. 1", postponing her plan to accompany him and Ma Cuihua to tomorrow morning, and she did not go out.

The boy went straight to the bookstore.

After staying in Yunshan for sixteen years, the information was blocked.

This time, he wanted to sort out a clear evolutionary line between the source and the source.

There are many bookstores in the county town, and the scale is quite large.

The shopkeepers often have a little book atmosphere. When they see that they don’t buy books, they just read them. They think that the book boy from someone came here to make up for it. They are happy to provide convenience, and they have to explain the things they don’t understand, so they can enjoy their mouths.

Xin Tianyou discovered that there was indeed a disappearing civilization.

I saw the classics and historical records from the pre-Qin to the Han, Tang, Song, etc. Although they were incomplete, they proved that they had existed. The names of those shining stars, Lao Tzu, Zhuangzi, Confucius, Sakyamuni, Li Bai... were still shining with the title of "Ancient Sage".

However, historical development came to an abrupt end in the middle of the Ming Dynasty.

Legend has it that the gods are angry and destroy the world with flames. The eternal night comes to the earth, and smoke covers the earth. Comets fall, and acid rain falls from the sky. Ice and snow cover thousands of years, ushering in the most severe cold winter in history...

Seeing this, it seemed like a lightning ray of light broke through the sky. Xin Tianyou was stunned and almost fell off his chin.

This This This This...

Isn't it a nuclear war scene?

Flames and thick smoke are easy to understand. The eternal night means no sunlight for a long time, and comets are missiles. Nuclear explosions vaporize rocky soil and roll them into the sky. Large particles carry radioactive landing, forming acid rain that kills all things. Small dust spreads to the entire stratosphere to cover the earth, blocking the sunlight, and forming a nuclear winter that is extremely cold.

The records are generally vague, more like the novel of gods and monsters. It is called the devastation of creatures, and there is no one left...

Then, it was a dark and chaotic period that lasted for five thousand years. Monsters were rampant, and ancestors ate raw meat and drank blood, and survived.

In the next two thousand years, tribes, clans, city-states, and countries gradually emerged.

It was not until three thousand years ago that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived and the emergence of powerful monks allowed humans to dominate the entire world.

...

Xin Tianyou was dizzy and shaky when he watched.

Everything is combined with the history he knows, tightly seamed with no deviation.

However, a huge terror came.

Even though he received strict mental training since childhood, he couldn't help but feel cold on his spine.

If history is compared to a continuous scroll, then there is an invisible giant hand that directly tore off the six hundred years from the mid-Ming Dynasty to the high-tech era, without even the scum left.

Why is this happening, and what secrets are hidden?

What exactly happened in the middle of the Ming Dynasty? Is it necessary to choose such a time node?

The boy was confused.

Tat...

The heavy thread-bound book fell from the hand.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore hurriedly supported him and called the clerk to bring a bowl of sour plum soup. He sighed that it was really rare for the little book boy to work so hard. Unfortunately, he was too humble and could not become a great man after all.

Xintianyou changed several bookstores, and saw that the contents were similar, he decisively gave up his ineffective exploration of history.

No matter what it had in the past, or what kind of demon moth appeared in the middle, I just wanted to kill all the way forward.

Fifteen years ago, just in summer, more than 20 people died in Yangchan Valley outside Qiyun County. He was the only surviving baby and was taken to Yunshan by his master.

It should have been a sensational and tragic bloody case that year, and everyone knows it.

Kexin Tianyou hit many people indirectly, and even used psychological hints and hypnosis techniques, and the answers he got were surprisingly consistent, and there was no such thing.

When he returned to the inn in the evening, he was reluctant to give up and asked the shopkeeper again. The shopkeeper knew that he was a distinguished guest of the county magistrate's office, and he was afraid that he would be unfaithful, so he naturally knew everything.

However, as an indigenous person, even the shopkeeper did not know that such a big case had happened back then. I only remember that Xia Chushi's riots were born, and the imperial court increased troops to the Zhennan camp and swept Yunshan.

Some people cultivated their lives by the mountain, and some went to the city to make a living. Their language, clothing and customs were similar to those of Chinese people, and they were called mature fans. Those who stayed in the mountains were rigid and barbaric and did not obey the king's laws, and were called Sheng Fan...

Xin Tianyou knew more about the life story in Yunshan than anyone else, and immediately interrupted and asked:

"Fifteen years ago, who was the head of the coroner class?"

The shopkeeper smiled:

"It's coincidentally Sun Shuan, I know him. Others don't know the case that the guest asked, but the coroner must know. However, that guy is very strange and difficult to deal with."

It is easy to find the clue, and there are ways to let a person speak.

Xin Tianyou sneaked into the south of the city while the night was dark, and saw the weeds in Sun Shuan's yard growing from afar, growing waist-high. Several branches slanted and buds bloomed.

A pot of wine.

one person.

A long sigh.

"I have a can of wine that can comfort Fengchen. A guest from thousands of miles away will ask you who is from the village?"

Buzz...

The boy's hair was so straight that it was so thunderous that it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Damn, is this a coroner or a poet?
Chapter completed!