death of mountain god

This place is separated from the router on the first floor by a wall, and the photos are almost popping out pixel by pixel.

Zhou Li wiped the table while loading. There was a cat squatting at the door. This cat lived very comfortably recently, lived a regular life and didn't worry about eating and drinking, and its hair became much brighter.

"Do you feel like there is a piece of metal feather that burns red and presses it on the human skin, and it is burnt out of shape with a prick." Fang Zhuoyan was talking to the manager while hanging up the earphones, and saw them turn on the computer and walk away. In the past, he stared blankly at the close-up of the scar.

His complexion is not very good, no wonder, no one's complexion is much better when encountering such a thing,

"No, the burns are not so smooth." Zhou Li knew what he thought of. Former slaves or prisoners would have scars from the red-hot iron to identify their identities.

The computer screen was divided into two pieces, and the wounds of the two people were compared together. The shape and size were almost identical, the incisions were smooth, and even the amount of bleeding was similar.

Officer Zhao answered the phone again and looked at Zhou Yue helplessly: "All the information is here. I have other errands, so I'll leave first. If you have any questions, contact me."

Zhou Li flipped through it for a while, feeling that it was all nonsense.

"Who with a discerning eye can't see that this is a sharp object injury?" Fang Zhuoyan looked at the cautious words on the screen. If it wasn't for Zhou Li's computer, he really wanted to smash it to the ground.

Zhou Li lay down on his back with his temples pressed. The recent incidents continued one after another. A week passed like a year. In the past, he was just a leisurely second owner of a teahouse, and there were only a handful of cases in his hands.

Push it out?But this is not an irrelevant character, so it would be embarrassing to ignore it.

Zhou Li decided to go to the scene to see who the hell was.

As soon as he stepped forward, his eyes fell on the parrot cage next door, which was empty.The green parrot usually only disappears for a while in the evening, and sometimes it will meet the owner of the bird, and Zhou Li greets it with a smile, which can be regarded as a familiarity among the neighbors.It's neither early nor late, it's not the time to walk the birds.

The iron door stained with bird feces was ajar. Could it be that the bird escaped by itself?

Chen Heng is standing in front of the tea table, meticulously boiling water and making tea. He is always very serious when doing these things. There is a word in the tea ceremony called "one session, one meeting". See you again, but when you think about the journey in the future, you can always smell a few traces of quiet tea fragrance through time and space.

After he finished his work, Zhou Li came over and waved: "Old Chen, we have to go again."

Immediately, Chen Heng stretched out and lay down in his old armchair with his eyes closed, exhausted all over: "Murder case? It's been a long time since there was a murder case. I think it's probably someone who did it."

"Wake up, old Chen." Zhou Li turned his phone to his face, and showed Chen Heng the comparison picture of the two feathers. "In a limited time, humans can't do such a precise carving."

"Wait." Chen Heng opened one eye, and took a closer look, "That's right, it looks like a printer... Can this be adjusted in color? Make it white?"

Seeing him struggling suddenly from the half-dead state, Zhou Li had an idea in his mind: "Is this feather carved according to that thing?"

"Almost. No matter how these two people died, the one who carved the feathers on their chests must be the same person, or a demon. It's possible."

This kind of conclusion can be drawn by any passer-by, right?Zhou Li's arm holding the phone was a little sore.

Seeing that his expression was indescribable, Chen Heng sensed the inner activities of this man, and glanced at him: "What? Young people just can't bear it, and everything should be done step by step, okay? Selling jugglers on the street has to set up a few suspense, If it sounded like a meeting report, you would have fallen asleep on the table right away."

All right, Zhou Li showed a polite smile, put the phone on the table, and straightened his posture: "You continue..."

"I heard what Fang Zhuoyan said just now. He suspected that the feathers were branded on like a soldering iron, but this guess was obviously wrong. After all, the wound was too neat and there was no trace of burns at all. At first, I thought that someone was playing tricks to retaliate against the society... …but now it looks like it’s not something people do.”

The photo was adjusted to two-color by Zhou Li with a black and white filter, and the original blood-red feather was displayed as white. Chen Heng looked at it for a moment: "I guess, this is carved according to the same feather, and the size and shape are strictly referenced. the original."

Zhou Li got goosebumps all over his body: "What kind of special hobby is this?"

Chen Heng poked the screen with two fingers, zooming in and out: "Let's first assume that the sharp object is the handle of the feather itself. It is a demon, but it will not do evil easily. In previous cases, demons would try their best to pretend to be people, such as In a theft case a few years ago, although the criminal had the ability to take the bracelet away without anyone noticing it, he still learned the necessary skills for a pickpocket very conscientiously. Identity, and then fled."

"But this time it's different. Feather tried his best to show his inhuman side. From the effect point of view, it's more like shocking."

These days, the little monsters with long eyes are all tucking their tails and behave themselves. Who would not think about it and handle the case against the wind?Zhou Li asked: "What is deterrent?"

Before Chen Heng could open his mouth, there was another guest at the gate, and Blake hurried forward to inquire, and shoved the cat behind the cabinet so that it would not run out again when people were not prepared. The movements were smooth, so Chen Heng's expression became very gratified.

"I heard that the hotel was originally a haunted house?"

Zhou Li nodded, thoughtfully: "A demon was born in the old house, and you are dissatisfied with others borrowing it?"

"Maybe, but this hotel has been built for a while, and I have never heard of any visions before. Suddenly, not even a ghost story came out, and two people were directly killed one after another. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"unreasonable."

This sentence was not said by Zhou Li, he twitched the corner of his mouth at Shen Yuntan: "It's over, Yuntan, I originally wanted to go back to Baiyu Mountain with you."

Shen Yuntan is not quite the same as before.Chen Heng looked up and down for a long time, and finally saw something wrong: "Why... have you changed your clothes?"

Zhou Li was a little guilty, yesterday he half coaxed Shen Yuntan to change his clothes, he laughed a few times: "Old Chen, what kind of memory do you have, you even asked people to change into casual clothes last night."

Shen Yuntan watched his clumsy performance with a smile, wearing this baggy T-shirt and navy blue shorts willingly.

It was not yet three poles in the sun, but Zhou Li felt the heat rising in layers. He kept giving Chen Heng a look of question marks, and brought the conversation back by the way: "By the way, you can continue talking."

Chen Heng straightened his back, feeling very upright, resting his fingers weakly on the armrest, schemingly rubbing the smooth white wax: "I'm old, and my memory is not good."

Zhou Li is not afraid of boiling water, so he said, "Drink more melatonin, and you can go up to the sixth floor in one breath."

Black couldn't take it anymore, and tapped his arm: "The one that went up to the sixth floor in one breath is another advertisement for calcium tablets!"

Fine.

Chen Heng said seriously: "So let's tentatively assume that this thing is something from the original house. A week ago, I was stimulated by some kind of thing and killed the first person. If there is a source, it will be easy to find out. You can ask the old monk. Are there any fallen monsters around?"

After a while, Zhou Li hung up the phone without saying a word. He frowned and continued to look through the address book: "The old monk has been on the phone, I will ask someone else."

"Hi. Xiao Ming, have you seen my master? He won't answer my phone call."

"Oh, go to work?"

"Forget it, goodbye."

Chen Heng saw that he had a bad complexion and a bad heart, and the old monk might not be able to contact him again: "Tsk, your master is really good at picking the time, let's go to the hotel first, maybe we can find that thing directly. "

Cheng Wenzhe came back from his morning exercise. Black handed him a glass of water. He gulped it down and touched his sweaty forehead: "What are you talking about? Will the hotel take care of it?"

Shen Yuntan suddenly said: "Ask Cheng Wenzhe, he might know."

"Didn't he resign? If I remember correctly, even if he didn't resign, he was still in the Finance Bureau, right?" Zhou Li turned to look at Cheng Wenzhe, unable to turn his head around for a while.

Cheng Wenzhe was unhappy: "I resigned, and now I'm in the police station, and abnormal incidents are under our control."

Zhou Li understood: "You have deliberately contacted us since you were on the mountain? Your acting skills are good."

It's more than good, it's flawless, Zhou Li thought to himself, Oscar owes you a statuette.

Cheng Wenzhe filled the glass with water himself: "Of course not, I was scared to death at that time. I just went in before coming to Qingyang, and my uncle thought I was not doing my job properly, so he just recruited me to manage information."

"So you followed us yesterday because of...professional ethics?" Zhou Li couldn't help looking at Yintang, who had recovered his true colors, and felt that the relevant departments that the old monk said were not so dedicated.

Cheng Wenzhe pointed at Shen Yuntan without saying a word, his fingers were still trembling artificially: "It's a matter of his life, if I don't go, I will be silenced."

Shen Yuntan didn't make any excuses, his mouth was a little dry, and he went to the tea table to fetch water.

Zhou Li stared at his back, really... all kinds of tenderness came to his heart.

Chen Heng finally felt that something was wrong. He looked at this and that, and asked hesitantly: "What is the big deal in life? Who does Yun Tan have a crush on?"

Zhou Li patted the table: "Me!"

Chen Heng trembled in fright: "You think this is a rush to answer? What are you, have you ever had a date when you grow up?"

Cheng Wenzhe pressed his arm tremblingly: "He is talking."

Chen Heng suffered heavy blows one after another, feeling like he had high blood pressure. In the blink of an eye, what did these young people do?He tugged at Cheng Wenzhe: "Who does Zhou Li talk to?"

Cheng Wenzhe glanced at the person beside the tea table, and confessed his name: "Shen Yuntan."

After this explanation, everyone in the lobby was silent for a moment. Blake stared his gray-blue eyes wide. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time, but was patted on the head by a little girl who was about to pay: "hello, littleboy"

Blake couldn't understand, he raised his eyes and smiled in a daze: "Miss, I speak Chinese, so I don't understand this."

The little sister ignited the soul of gossip: "Is the little brother behind the tea table and the very white and good-looking little brother a couple?"

Blake was still a little dazed. He silently digested the thunderous news: "It should be, I just heard it too..."

The young lady left a small card after checking out: "Hundreds of years together."

Later Shen Yuntan saw it on the table and muttered: "A hundred years is not enough."