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Watching the police go away, Yan Ji turned and walked towards Guanqiao Village.

On weekday afternoons, young and middle-aged people are all at work, and there are almost no one in the village.Yan Ji looked at the water chestnuts and lotus in the river pond, and vaguely remembered his summer vacation life when he was a child.

But now no one catches cicadas in the trees, picks mulberries, or digs out bird nests. In the lotus pond, no one pricks seeds, picks lotus pods, or touches mussels. The children on summer vacation are all hiding at home with fans and air conditioners, playing mobile games and games.

A person has a person's memory, and a generation has a generation's childhood.

Going around and passing through two alleys, the front is open, and there is a row of small rural villas along the cement road.There were four or five people standing on the concrete road, smoking and chatting, and when they saw Yan Ji, they walked out more and more alone.

"You were introduced by Captain Wu, right? I'm the head of the veterinary station, Lao Wang."

Stationmaster Wang was in his fifties, with gray hair and a scar on his chin. He grinned at Yan Ji, revealing a row of crooked yellow teeth.

Yan Ji asked: "Hi, Station Master Wang, are there many cattle breeders nearby?"

Lao Wang didn't expect her to ask this: "There is a dairy farm in the next town."

Yan Ji asked again: "Do the cows in that dairy factory have horns on their heads?"

"Hey, you young people, the horns are about this long." Old Wang gestured with his finger, "It won't grow, the dairy farm will remove the horns. Otherwise, the cows are always fighting."

Yan Ji asked patiently: "Apart from dairy farms, are there any villagers raising cattle?"

Lao Wang shook his head straightly: "Who still raises cattle now? They all use tractors to plow the land, no, no, definitely not, ten million none."

Yan Ji frowned, she had seen the teacher's CT, the wound was not big but deep and curved.The attending doctor also said that something suspected of horny was found when cleaning the wound.Could it be that someone stabbed the teacher with horns, ivory, and the like?

"Is there anything else?" Lao Wang kept turning his head to look around, and suddenly turned his eyes to Yan Ji to inquire, "Why are you asking this? Didn't you say it was bitten by a dog. How can a dog climb up that iron tower, it must be a water monkey Go ashore, that guy is amazing..."

Old Wang Xu babbled about the rumors in the market, seeing that Yan Ji was absent-minded, he also stopped talking, and walked towards the crowd humming a ditty.

In recent years, the economy has developed rapidly, and many buildings have been newly built in Guanqiao Village.They are far away from each other, like independent kingdoms one by one.But the appearance is similar, and they are both square and square with the utmost utilization rate.No consideration of architectural aesthetics, naked pragmatism.

Yan Ji's gaze was attracted by the front building.

This building is a little old, obviously it has been there for some years.It is three storeys high, facing south from the north, and the outer wall is painted with a dark date color and pasted with white porcelain circles.There is a pond in front of the building, the water surface is covered by the undulating lotus leaves, and the bright red and light pink lotus flowers are in full bloom.

Yan Ji felt a little uncomfortable all over, and his heart was beating fast, probably due to lack of sleep.She clenched her fists and tried to control her breathing.The small buildings in the line of sight gradually became blurred, and this feeling seemed familiar... It was like the moment when I saw the iron tower of the base station last night.

Weird, uncoordinated, as if the scene in front of me was fragmented.

Yan Ji frowned and approached, endured the discomfort and went around the building to observe. As he walked, his eyes became strange, as if countless memory fragments were floating in the air——

I don't know how many times, I stood alone, surrounded by people pointing and pointing, all kinds of eyes, all snickering.

"You, you, you, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, hahaha, you don't talk, you are dumb! Dumb!"

"Painting is an art, give it up, you really have no talent."

"Little monster, little monster, no father, no mother, little monster, little monster, she can't talk."

……

"Snapped."

Yan Ji came back to his senses in shock.

Yan Deng stood ten steps away, and there was no one else around.

Yan Ji looked down and found the thing that Yan Deng had thrown at her next to a dandelion plant, a thin strip with rounded ends and a pointed end - a collar stay of a white butterfly shell.

Yan Ji didn't know collar braces, but the surface of this thing was shimmering, revealing the pearly luster of natural marine products, which really didn't fit in with this green vegetable field.

Yan Ji walked up to Yan Deng, trying his best to appear neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, this?"

Yan Ji's complexion is fair, and his palms are well-proportioned, which matches well with that white butterfly shell collar brace.

Yan Deng didn't glance at it: "You turned around three times."

Yan Ji said "Oh" in his heart, thinking that Mr. Yan's voice was a little lacking in majesty, it sounded low and ethereal, as if he didn't speak very often.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention. Thank you for reminding me, I'm fine." Yan Ji had a gentle voice and a humble attitude, giving President Yan double respect for his social status and his status as a teacher and friend.

Yan Deng looked displeased.

Yan Ji smiled warmly and sincerely: "Mr. Jing said that Yan is always the teacher's friend, and he is really destined to be the best in the world. Thank you for your help in medical expenses. Please ask for anything."

Bad lie.Yan Deng thought.

She directly ignored Yan Ji's unfamiliar words: "Why do you go around in circles?"

Yan Ji had seen too many mean and aggressive people. Faced with Yan Deng's strange and rude behavior, she just turned around and pointed to the small building and explained seriously: "There is a problem with this house. It is tall at the front and short at the back, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom."

Yan Deng glanced at the small building, still watching Yan Ji.

Yan Ji continued: "This is called a coffin house. It is a method of disgust used by bricklayers in the old days. It can be simply understood as a curse. This bricklayer used the color of the exterior wall paint to match the tiles to cause visual errors. I'll pay attention. You'll know when you measure it."

Yan Deng slightly jawed his head, so slight that it was hardly noticeable.

Yan Ji was taken aback, she didn't expect her to believe it like this, after all, this nonsensical statement, no matter how it sounds, is feudal dross.

Yan Deng: "Zhang Gong and the one who taught you?"

Yan Ji nodded, proud and reserved: "Yes, the teacher works in the National Museum, and of course he is also involved in traditional folk customs."

Yan Deng raised his chin slightly: "Go and ask."

Yan Ji pursed his lips, frowned subconsciously, and finally didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the group of men smoking on the concrete road.

When Lao Wang met Yan Ji, he hurriedly introduced him.This is the new intern at the police station, that is Zhangcun Party Secretary, this is Director Wang, and that old Captain Deng.

Yan Ji didn't refute it either, it sounded very convenient to call with his identity as an intern at the police station.She had clear eyebrows and looked harmless to humans and animals, and she spoke softly and politely. Uncles and uncles yelled around, and several old men cheerfully asked questions and answered three times.

Zhang Zhishu patted his head: "Who built it? Superb, husband Qian Hong."

Director Wang nodded: "Yes, yes, their family was the first to build small buildings. At that time, they were working abroad in Gaochao. At that time, money was valuable. But this person is easy to lose money when he has money... Ah, you ask the bricklayer? It’s been a few years, I think about it, hey, Lao Deng.”

Old Captain Deng inquired about the neighbors behind Qian Hong's house, and immediately learned that the bricklayer who built the house was named Ma Yong, who was from Dongcun Village next door.Specifically where this person is now, the old neighbor squeezed out a wrinkled weird smile and shook his head vigorously.

Yan Ji didn't want to get to the bottom of it, thanked him and walked towards Yan Deng.Yan Deng stood far away under the shade of a tree, and when Yan Ji approached and opened her mouth to speak, she said, "Call and tell the two policemen just now."

Yan Ji's breath was stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up, he couldn't go down.She gritted her teeth and frowned at Yan Deng.

Yan Deng looked back.

Yan Ji learned an idiom in his textbook called bossing around, and saw an idiom on the Internet called "Jing Liang commits murder", but the person in front of him is not at all coquettish and domineering, and he is not a boy, let alone her boyfriend... Could it be that he is sick?

Yan Ji frowned, feeling that he was a little angry today.

The teacher was suspected to have witnessed the murder and was injured. The deceased, Qian Hong, hanged herself on the iron tower in the middle of the night.

"Buzzing..."

The phone was vibrating on the dashboard, Yang Shuhui was driving, and Old Wu was thinking about making up the formalities.Through the windshield, the mottled and faded walls of the Qiwushan Police Station can already be seen.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

Yang Shuhui took the phone and saw that it was Yan Ji's call, he didn't want to answer it: "Hey, did you find anything?"

Yan Ji answered along the way: "Yes, there is a problem with Qian Hong's house. This is a coffin house. You can send someone to measure it. The coffin house is high at the front and short at the back, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom..."

Yang Shuhui opened his mouth and said "ah": "What, wait, coffin house?"

Old Wu raised his eyelids and stared quietly at the rearview mirror.

Bao Junfa was slumped in the back row like a tattered rag, but now he was shaking like a mobile phone just now, and his eyes were staring straight at him, making people frightened.

Yang Shuhui didn't realize it: "Enen, the clues you provided are very useful. Let's go back and investigate and implement them. Oh, you already asked? What's your name?"

Old Wu took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Shuhui. Yang Shuhui waved his hand to signal that he would not smoke.Old Wu rolled his eyes and poked him with a cigarette.

Xiao Yang, the auxiliary policeman, turned his head to see Old Wu's expression, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Oh, okay, I understand? Yes, he hasn't explained yet."

Old Wu was so angry that he couldn't speak. He wanted him to stop talking, but this was staged!

Yan Ji on the other end of the phone was stunned for a second, then raised his voice to cooperate: "Shoot or die?"

"It's hard to say." While speaking, Yang Shuhui had already parked the car, opened the door as if about to get out of the car, but his voice was not low: "Anyway, there is no hope of commutation."

"Don't go!" Bao Junfa hissed suddenly, two lines of tears streaming down his face, if he hadn't been handcuffed to the window, he would have knelt down and hugged Yang Shuhui's leg. "Don't go! I said, I said! I, I, I, I will explain, I will explain!"

Yang Shuhui didn't expect it to be so easy, and was ecstatic in his heart.Ignoring Old Wu at the moment, took out the law enforcement device: "Speak, I will give you this chance."

Bao Junfa shrugged his shoulders, wiped his tears and snot on his arm, and said tremblingly, "I confess, I fully confess... Ma, Ma Yong, I killed him."

The author has something to say: National Museum: National Museum, formerly known as Nanbo. (I am afraid that some readers will be more concerned, so let me explain in particular, if there is any contradiction with Yiji, the critical point shall prevail.)

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