Chapter 113: No Badger in the Melon Field

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The fields were alive with the sound of frogs and the unidentified cries of insects.

In this eerily silent night, human activity had vanished, leaving only nature's whispers to occasionally pierce the stillness.

Two figures moved stealthily down the small paths of the village, ghostly quiet in their passage.

"Elder Huang's wife has been gone on a long trip, they claim she went back to her mother's house, but in fact, that never happened," a woman's voice said in hushed tones.

"Then what do you plan to do?" another deep voice asked.

"Bluff him, I'll give him a good scare first!"

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The Trench Coat Detective was somewhat at a loss for words. He glanced at the eerily quiet rice paddies not far away, where, under the moonlight, one could vaguely make out the entwined vines and wooden frames.

The country fields were planted not only with rice but some also grew melons and other vegetables.