snow corpse

Hearing Han Ningye's words, he couldn't help sighing, "Yes, there are quite a few people who have been poisoned by lacquer in the village. It was only later that I realized that no folk remedies would work, and the lacquer poison would be released slowly. It's a pity that Yifeng was poisoned by those people at that time. A folk remedy made her face green today and yellow tomorrow..."

Everyone laughed.

"Can you tell me where the sumac was found?"

"Oh, that's not good." Han Ningye sat down. "It's been more than ten years. Many plants on this mountain have been exploited by local villagers, and our village is not the only one here. Most of the villagers in our village have been exploited by local villagers." The lacquer tree has been poisoned, so less people go to the area behind the mountain. It’s hard to say whether other villages have filled it out..."

Qin Ming thought for a moment, "Then can you tell us roughly where the lacquer tree will be located in this mountain?"

"I remember very clearly the forest facing the sun at the back of the mountain. There are many wild animals there, and they generally don't run there." Han Ningye glanced at Qin Ming, "Section Chief Qin, don't you want to go there..."

Qin Ming nodded, "I do have that intention."

"I can't go, I can't go." Zhang Haiying hurriedly waved his hands to persuade, "There are many wild animals in that forest, and you have nothing, and those with thin skin and tender flesh can't hunt, so you can't go."

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, most of these beasts are also hibernating, aren't they?" Lin Tao smiled and took a bite of the vegetables, "We'll take a look when the snow stops, and besides, most of the beasts will spend the winter this winter. Come back before dark, you'll be fine."

Speaking of this, Zhang Haiying didn't have much to say, so she reluctantly agreed with a sigh.Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, Han Ningye yelled at everyone to eat. During the period, he served Li Dabao with food several times, which made Han Yifeng look up at her frequently.Although Qin Ming and Lin Tao had doubts in their hearts, they didn't ask any more questions, and each lowered their heads to eat.

After figuring out the possible cause of the rash, Qin Ming was temporarily relieved.After dinner, everyone went about their business. Qin Ming asked Lin Tao to chat with Li Dabao for a while, and agreed that when the snow stopped, he would go to the back mountain that Han Ningye mentioned to see if he could find some evidence. Nod in agreement.Then they went back to their respective rooms.

People in the mountains rested very early. Qin Ming, who was used to going to bed late and being with the dark night, was not in a hurry to go back to his room. He stood on the steps in front of the yard, wondering what he was thinking.

The snow-falling night is always dark and not so pure. Snowflakes are constantly falling in the sky with large pieces of gray-blue paint. Qin Ming raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sky. Those mischievous ice crystals fell on his eyelashes, delicately The long and colorful crystals gradually melted under the perception of his skin, and the snow water slipped from the corners of his eyes like tears, and gradually disappeared into his temples.

Qin Ming closed his eyes and opened them again.Staring blankly at the sky, he was suddenly in a trance for a moment.He lowered his head and made a gesture that children often do.He reached out and caught the snowflakes falling from the sky.His fingers are well-articulated, slender and powerful, and very beautiful.Small snowflakes are falling between his fingers, with sharp edges and corners that are crystal clear.

When the snowflakes melted, he clenched his fists tightly, letting the little bit of snow water disappear between his fingers.Qin Ming stared into the darkness, patted Xue on the shoulder expressionlessly, and entered the house.

The cold night passed quickly.

Zhang Haiying went into the house and woke up her son when it was still daylight.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Han Yifeng rubbed his eyes, and looked at Zhang Haiying sleepily.

"Help mom go to the woodshed and bring back some firewood."

"Didn't Brother Lin just help you carry two stacks last night?" Zhang Haiying helped his son get the cotton clothes, Han Yifeng said so, but took the clothes obediently and put them on.

"Yesterday I cooked, boiled, washed, and washed. There is not much left. There was a dead man in this firewood room. Although I don't believe in ghosts and ghosts, I always feel a little scared when I see a dead man..." Zhang Haiying babbled , talking about the dead body in the woodshed, I couldn’t help shivering, “This year, the snow in the mountains is so heavy that even I feel cold, not to mention the few policemen from the city.”

Han Yifeng didn't respond to Zhang Haiying's nagging, he lifted the quilt and began to put on cotton trousers.

"I just thought that our house doesn't have air conditioners, heaters, etc. like in the city, at least... the hot water must be enough!"

"Mom, you're really worried..." Han Yifeng put on his slippers helplessly, "I don't know how much better the policeman's physical fitness is than us. Can he still be frozen?"

"Hey, that's the way it is, people who live in our house are considered guests, right?" Zhang Haiying took the glove and handed it to Han Yifeng, "There was a murder case in the village, and the police are willing to come to our remote place to investigate. It's enough to save face... It would be the best if the murderer can be caught, and I won't have to worry day and night. You said it was all right, why did such a thing happen..."

Han Yifeng knew that his mother was a soft-hearted master, so after a few words of persuasion, he went out to the woodshed.

Most of the houses in this village have the same architectural pattern, the toilet is on the north side of the house, the firewood house is built on the back of the house, and a small thatched hut is built separately.

Han Yifeng passed the kitchen with a flashlight, opened the door behind the kitchen and left the house.There is a vegetable field behind the house, and I usually grow some vegetables that I can eat at home.Han Yifeng stepped on a few large stone slabs laid in the middle of the vegetable field—the snow stopped at some point, but the stone slabs were completely covered by snow, so Han Yifeng could only walk based on his impression.

While the flashlight was shaking, Han Yifeng suddenly noticed something unusual.

The folk customs here are relatively simple, and thieves and thieves rarely happen. Therefore, the firewood houses in villagers' homes generally do not have doors, and high piles of firewood can be seen from the interior.But these days are different. A corpse should be placed in the woodshed to avoid suspicion.So Han Ningye found a straw mat to cover the door solidly, which not only avoided being seen by others, but also blocked stray cats and dogs to a certain extent.

But at this moment—the straw mat was half lifted.

Han Yifeng's footsteps suddenly froze in place, an unknown fear like a creeper climbing on the wall in summer, tightly grasping him with its vine feet, the dense green leaves covered the entire wall, only darkness shrouded it.

The mountain wind mixed with snowflakes whimpered softly in my ears, and the sound that made my eardrums ache slightly was like the screams of hell evil spirits.

Han Yifeng swallowed his saliva, and he bravely shined the flashlight in his hand into the woodshed.

The dark and narrow space, and the high piles of firewood made the whole space even more airless.Several layers of sheets were spread on the ground, and on the sheets was the corpse that had long lost its breath.

The corpse's head was tilted to the inside, and the pale and terrifying face was not facing Han Yifeng, which made him heave a sigh of relief.But in the next second, the flashlight hit the ground with a bang, and his knees softened and he almost fell to his knees in the snow.Han Yifeng ran back staggeringly, with an indistinct roar coming from his throat, he finally couldn't help screaming.

"Ghost... ghost—"

The flashlight that fell on the ground flickered, and the dim light was directed at the woodshed.A tall and thin figure was reflected on the uneven layers of woodpile, its back was bent in a strange shape, not like the shape that normal people should have.The whole shoulder drooped as if waxed, abruptly like a tree, the branches were cut off and discarded randomly on the branches.

But what is really frightening is that the rugged black figure is holding a long sharp knife in its hand, and the light outlines it in the shape of a demon on the pyre.

2.1

"What's wrong?!"

"--What happened!"

Lin Tao rushed forward and pulled Han Yifeng who had collapsed in the snow to his feet. Han Yifeng's legs were weak and he had no strength at all. He was lying on the ground like a weight, almost causing Lin Tao to stagger.

The three of Qin Ming rushed over as soon as they heard the screams, and Han Yening and Zhang Haiying also rushed over one after another.Li Dabao looked at the few people present. Except for her and Lin Tao's disheveled clothes, Qin Ming, Han Ningye and Zhang Haiying had obviously been up for a while.

She can understand that the village chief and his wife get up early, after all, they are used to getting up early and often get up early.The problem is that it's still daylight, and the chief of the Qin University's ready-to-go outfit doesn't look like he just got up from the bed at all!Glancing at Captain Lin, who was also yawning, wearing a cotton coat, unkempt, unkempt, and puffy, Li Dabao looked back at Qin Ming, who was combing his hair meticulously, and silently stretched out his hands to wipe off the secretions from the corners of his eyes. , and finally looked at the nose, the nose and the mouth took such a small step to Lin Tao's side calmly.

"Ghost—ghost! There is a ghost!"

Han Yifeng was obviously terrified, tears were about to fall from his eyes, and he didn't care about the snow stains on his body when he stood up, he was still trembling.Grabbing Lin Tao's arm that supported him, he refused to let go.

"Is there a ghost?" Lin Tao asked subconsciously, just about to say that there are no ghosts in the world, but when he saw Han Yifeng's expression, he didn't seem to be fake.

Qin Ming frowned when Han Yifeng said that there were ghosts. He never believed in ghosts, but he followed Han Yifeng's words and asked, "Where are the ghosts?"

"That...there!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Han Ningye panicked all of a sudden, and opened his mouth to scold him anxiously, "This is still a college student, and he has been studying like a dog!"

"It's...it's true! I saw it with my own eyes!" Han Yifeng's nose was red from the cold, and now he didn't care about the runny nose. come out.

He pointed back at the firewood room with a terrified expression, quickly looked back, and then screamed violently. "It's in the woodshed! The ghost is in the woodshed! I see