There is no messy scene like after rummaging through boxes or emptying valuable items.

"Heifeng, what did you lose in this room?" Yang Huazhong was still looking around, and he had already begun to ask questions.

Hei Feng raised his hand and stroked his messy hair, and still said in panic: "There seems to be no shortage of goods, and there is no shortage of money either. The half bowl of braised pork I had left unfinished for dinner was missing on the table!"

What?

Is the food like food gone again?

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo came to the table Heifeng mentioned. There were indeed several bowls on the table, one containing pickled vegetables, one containing stinky tofu, and an empty bowl.

There was a circle of white lard left in the empty bowl, which looked like stolen braised pork fat.

"How did you realize that the meat was stolen?" Yang Huazhong turned to ask Hei Feng.

Heifeng recalled the previous events, still feeling uneasy, and stammered: "I drank a lot of water last night, so I got up at dawn to pee. After peeing, I was thirsty again, so I came to the main room to pour tea.

I found that the cover on the table had flipped over and fell to the ground. I thought it was a wild cat that came in and overturned it. As soon as I bent down to pick it up, I found that the braised pork in the bowl was missing..."

"Could it be a wild cat?" Yang Huazhong turned to discuss with Blacksmith Luo in a low voice.

When Yang Huazhong and Hei Feng were questioning him, Blacksmith Luo was carefully checking the doors, windows, etc.

At this moment, he returned to Yang Huazhong and said, "I've seen it. The doors and windows are tightly fastened. They can't be opened from the outside. Even a cat can't get in."

"It's a ghost, it was a ghost who stole it!"

Hei Feng suddenly screamed. With disheveled hair and staring eyes, she looked more like a female ghost in the hall filled with candlelight.

Both Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo felt an inexplicable chill down their spines.

"That's nonsense from the villagers, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Huazhong scolded Hei Feng sternly.

Heifeng shook his head vigorously, "Uncle Lizheng, I'm really not talking nonsense. I picked this up under the hood..."

Early in the morning, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo went home, took a shower, changed their clothes, and made some breakfast before they hurried to the village again.

We summoned several village elders and those on patrol to discuss matters in the ancestral hall.

"How was your inspection last night? Did you find anything strange?" Yang Huazhong first asked a few people on inspection.

Several people on patrol looked at each other and shook their heads.

"When we inspected last night, we followed your instructions, Uncle Li Zheng, and inspected some key places, but no one was found acting suspiciously."

"This morning, I didn't hear that anyone's house was robbed. I think the thief must have been scared back."

Usually if someone's house is stolen, someone will tell them in the village the next day, and soon the news will spread to the whole village like a thunderbolt.

But this morning, the village did not hear those rumors, and several patrolmen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Several village elders also nodded secretly.

However, Yang Huazhong looked solemn. After looking around with majestic eyes, he said to everyone: "Everyone here, don't be too happy. Last night, the thief appeared again."

"What? There's a thief again? Whose house is it? Why didn't you hear about it?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yang Huazhong sighed, "I suppressed the Heifeng family and didn't let her go outside to speak out!"

"Heifeng's family?" Everyone was in an uproar again, "Her family runs a grocery store. What was stolen? Isn't the loss huge?"

"Nothing was missing from the grocery store, except for half a bowl of braised pork left over from last night!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Half a bowl of braised pork?"

Everyone was stunned again, and then fell into confusion and helplessness.

It feels like you're punching the air with a fist, but you can't hit anything and you don't know which direction to apply force.

But that thing is pervasive and everywhere.

"Oh my God, why is this happening again?"

"Thief, you still left this."

Yang Huazhong took out something and handed it to the leader of the village elder.

When the leader of the village saw the thing in his hand, his fingers trembled, and the thing fell to the ground. It was picked up by the wind coming from the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and spun and floated in front of everyone.

Except for Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang, who knew in advance, everyone else craned their necks to look at the things left by the thief, trying to use the things to peel off the cocoons and find out the identity of the thief.

As a result, when they saw the thing floating in front of them, their faces all turned pale with fright, and they all stepped back, fearing that the thing would get on them.

In the end, it was Blacksmith Luo who rushed forward, grabbed the thing flying in the air, tore it into pieces and threw it out of the ancestral hall.

After he finished all this, the other people in the hall recovered from their shock.

"I wasn't dazzled just now, right? Is that paper money?"

"You didn't see the flowers. They are paper money, the kind used by dead people!"

"What's going on? Why is there such an unlucky thing?"

"Could it be that a starving man is really out to steal things?"

"If you've left paper money, it's not stealing, it's buying..."

"Whether he steals it or sells it, this is scary to death!"

…

Yang Huazhong called everyone to the ancestral hall to hold this small-scale meeting, just to see what they thought of this matter, and then to discuss a way to deal with it.

As a result, everyone said this and I said that, all to express their shock and fear, panic and helplessness. After struggling for a long time, they could not come up with a practical countermeasure.

There were even two village elders who suggested that they should ask Chief Yuan to come to the village to help. Some areas were beyond their ability, so they should ask experts to do it.

Yang Huazhong was furious after hearing this. He spent so much time just to find the thief, not to further expand such alarmist rumors about ghosts.

"Everyone should be firm in their opinions and don't get confused when you see this piece of paper money," Yang Huazhong said with a dark face.

"I called you guys here to discuss countermeasures, not to listen to what you said,"

"What happened to a piece of paper money? There is no guarantee that some people are not deliberately trying to create panic, so they were fooled?"

"Can you just go to a coffin shop and buy a bunch of this kind of paper money? Are you scared now?"

No one said a word.

But Yang Huazhong knew that they did not fully listen to what he said, and they must still have other small calculations in mind.

Yang Huazhong then named one of the village elders: "Uncle, you are an old man in your sixties. You have been through the storms for most of your life. You pat your chest and tell everyone, have you ever seen a ghost come out with your own eyes?"

Stealing from living people?”

The village elder who was named was stunned. In front of everyone's eyes, he couldn't open his eyes and tell lies.
Chapter completed!