Jinyiwei work report

Song Yingbai's breathing returned to normal, and he led the white dog to the gate of Jinyiwei as if nothing had happened. The guard guarding the gate greeted him with a smile, "Master Song, did you leave something again?"

Song Yingbai smiled and said: "That's not it, I found out that I took it wrong just now, please watch closely, and don't let any suspicious people in."

"That's natural, my lord, please don't worry." In fact, if it wasn't a lunatic, no one would come to Jin Yiwei to provoke him.

After Song Yingbai entered the gate, he walked in three steps at a time, and said to Baigou: "You go to my office and wait for me, I will come as soon as I go."

After speaking, he parted ways with Baigoubing, and he went to Chihutang to find Uncle Zhang.

Except for the night guards left behind, most people are not in the yamen. Uncle Zhang is the one he can think of, and there is a high probability that he is in the yamen.

Sure enough, the Chihu Hall was lit, and just as he thought, Uncle Zhang looked like a man without a wife and children, and it was very likely that he lived here.

He knocked hard on the door, but Zhang Bo opened the door sullenly. Seeing Song Yingbai, he put up a finger and said, "So it's a boy, you lost my human skin mask, look at it." For the sake of Li Qian's matter, I haven't settled the score with you yet! Now send it to your door and peel it off for me, go and go!"

Song Yingbai smiled apologetically, "I didn't do that on purpose last time, now I want you to do me a favor, find me something that can help the combustion like kerosene, if you can give it to me, I will burn the skin of my skin after death. Ownership is given to you."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his snow-white arms, "Look at how good this leather is. Although it was peeled off after death, I believe it is still enough as a repair material for your masks."

Although Zhang Bo has dealt with many strange people in his life, it was the first time he saw someone as "sick" as Song Yingbai, and he was stunned, "You, you are really ingenious."

Song Yingbai said: "It's considered a contribution to our Jinyiwei mask business."

In this era when the concept of "keeping the whole body" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Song Yingbai's speech can be described as earth-shattering.

Uncle Zhang thought for a while, then flicked his sleeves, "Tch, you are fooling me, you are only as old as I am." Then he pointed to him and said, "However, your determination to borrow something is not small, so I will lend it to you. After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the house. After searching for a while, he took out a jar, "Take it, this is not ordinary oil, it burns very well."

Just as Song Yingbai was about to stretch out his hand, Uncle Zhang sullenly said, "I'll give you a jar of oil, and tomorrow I'll give you a jar of wine, do you hear me?"

Song Yingbai took the jar and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Just after entering the yard where his office is located, he saw the white dog looking up, sniffing something in the air.

Song Yingbai hurried over, put the jar on the porch, opened the door, and went straight into the room, seeing the box still lying on the table.

After guessing that Ma Yongyan's soul is here, he looked at the box again, feeling unspeakably awkward.

He put the oil jar aside and tried his best to move the stone box. It was too heavy, and he couldn't even hold it up.

With a bang, he lost his grip, and the stone box fell to the ground, smashing the floor tiles.

Song Yingbai had no choice but to push the stone box with both hands, put his feet on the ground, and push it out of the door. He said to Baigou: "Don't be dazed, you also come to help!"

Baigou had no choice but to follow, pushing the box with his front hooves, and it took a lot of effort for one person and one dog to get the box to the center of the open space in the courtyard.

Song Yingbai poured all the oil in the jar onto the box, and then went back to the house exhausted to look for fire pockets.

He remembered putting it on the table, but he couldn't find it, and he didn't see it just now.

Song Yingbai, who was squatting down and looking through the drawers, suddenly saw a pair of feet appearing on the table, and looked up again, startled.

To put it simply, the two legs were separated from the body and stood alone on the table.

Song Yingbai was taken aback, but at this moment, the two legs made a scissor kick, locked Song Yingbai's neck, and threw him to the ground.

The moment he landed, Song Yingbai saw Huozhezi lying on the corner of the wall, and it should have been dropped when he moved the stone box just now.

He touched the saber at his waist, intending to cut off the legs, but at this moment, two cold hands held his hands firmly. He had almost exhausted his strength just now because he was carrying the stone box. Stop, I have no energy left to struggle.

I have to say that Ma Yongyan was very creative, he even thought of cutting off his limbs and making them move independently from his torso. A living person cannot enter Jinyiwei's yamen, but his arms and legs can slip in through the outer wall without causing other people's attention. Notice.

Attracted by the stone box, the hands and feet came here accurately and attacked him.

Suddenly at this moment, I saw a snow-white figure rushing in, aimed at one hand and took a bite.

Apparently, the white dog lacked the experience of biting people, and it didn't bite a tendon, and that arm was still holding Song Yingbai's arm tightly.

But the force on the neck became tighter and tighter, Song Yingbai only felt a burning pain in his chest, almost no oxygen entered his lungs, his cheeks were flushed from holding back, he gritted his teeth, and raised his hand a little, but was pressed down again in an instant.

Just at the critical moment, I heard Li Zhen's voice at the door saying: "Song Yingbai, are you there? What are you doing at night without closing the door or lighting the lights?"

When the white dog heard the movement, he immediately let go, and barked loudly at Song Yingbai's position a few times.

Li Zhen rushed over to take a look, and saw that Song Yingbai was almost strangled to death by the legs and hands that were separated from his body. He immediately drew a knife and aimed at the tendons of those two legs. , two legs and two hands, immediately let go of Song Yingbai, and retreated towards the door.

It may not be related to the oppression of the trunk, the legs ran extremely fast, and he went out the door in the blink of an eye, the arms were not slow, and the fingers moved quite fast, following closely.

Li Zhen picked up Song Yingbai and patted his face, "Are you okay?"

Song Yingbai held his throat and said with difficulty: "I'm fine, hurry up and get the box outside!"

Li Zhen heard the sound of heavy objects being dragged outside, and looked up to see that the hands and feet outside were dragging the box in coordination.

Song Yingbai picked up the fire folder and handed it to Li Zhen while coughing: "Go! Oil has been poured on it."

Li Zhen immediately took the fire bag, came to the courtyard, blew on it, then tossed the lit fire bag, and it fell on the stone box impartially.

Immediately, a burst of fire burst into the sky, and the stone box was surrounded by raging fire.

Those hands and feet were obviously panicked, and they stepped up and stepped on them together, but unfortunately it didn't help at all, the fire even swallowed them.

Song Yingbai supported the wall and walked out, but he didn't know if it was the sound of the flames or the sound from the stone box, as if something was struggling and howling.

Although you can't open the stone box, if you burn it with a strong fire, you can always scald the contents to death.

Song Yingbai thought so, and suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the stone box, and under the crackling sound, it seemed that a black shadow sprang out, but it was surrounded by flames in an instant, and turned into a black ashes.

"Water! Hundreds of households are flooded!"

A group of lieutenants on duty rushed in from the gate of the courtyard, but found that they only lit a cluster of bonfires in the center of the courtyard, and nothing else was lit. They stood at the door for a while, not knowing what to do.

"It's okay here, you all go back." Li Zhen waved everyone away.

The people in charge of fighting the fire had to obey the order and leave without saying anything. Some people inevitably had guesses in their hearts. This night, Li Qian didn't go home because of something, and Song Baihu didn't go home either, so they lit a fire in the courtyard. , The two watched together with relish, what does it mean?

When the fire burned away, a black stone box was left on the ground, and the lid was broken.

Song Yingbai wiped his cold sweat, took a look, and sighed: "How should I explain to Mr. Lu?"

"...Let me tell you, I set it on fire anyway." Li Zhen looked at him, you didn't mean to let me set it on fire, right? "Next time you do something, think about the consequences, I won't show up to save you every time."

"...Yes. It's just that I don't have any cronies right now, so I can only do everything by myself." In fact, the root cause is that he is leading a dog that tends to become a spirit, and he doesn't want others to find out.

"You have hundreds of households, and you don't have any cronies. How dare you say that? Won't you promote a few?"

Song Yingbai asked cautiously: "My lord, what's the matter with you?" He seemed in a bad mood.

"I still want to ask you what's wrong, what's going on with this dog, this box, and that arm and leg just now?"

The white dog standing at the door heard the talk about it, and silently retracted its body into the house.

"I used this dog to smell where Ma Yongyan was, and found that he may have hidden his soul in this box, and his legs and arms should all belong to him. He is very powerful, not only his head, but also his arms and legs can be separated. Trunk, act alone." Song Yingbai touched his neck, "Fortunately you are here, otherwise I would have been strangled to death."

When Fang Jiamo opened the door tomorrow morning and found that his family had been strangled to death in the office, he was not surprised.

When Li Zhen heard the words 'fortunately you're here', he suddenly felt relieved, "It's good that you know."

Song Yingbai clasped his hands, pretending to be scared, "Fortunately, he didn't, otherwise Uncle Zhang would be the biggest winner."

"What's up with him?"

Song Yingbai shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, thank you anyway. By the way, my lord, why are you here?"

See if you are sleeping on the street, "Ah... I, I came to look for Wang Baihu who is in the same yard as you, but he was not there. I found that your house was open, so I came in to have a look, and I didn't come to see you. of."

Song Yingbai nodded with lingering fear in his heart, "So that's the case, I'm really lucky."

It was really dangerous just now.

"It's still a while before dawn, don't you go back to where you live?"

residence?Song Yingbai said, didn't you invite me to your house?I also want to ask why you regretted it.

Alas, forget it, I dare not ask, "I'll just make do with it tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Then you can make do with it first, I still have something to do." After finishing speaking, Li Zhen left the courtyard very simply.

Why is he so weird?But it's also possible that he was like this, and he didn't understand him.

Song Yingbai rubbed his stomach and said to Baigou: "I'm so hungry, you've worked hard too, and I'll buy you something delicious when the sun rises."

The white dog stepped forward and bit Song Yingbai's hem with his teeth, making it clear that he wanted an antidote.

Song Yingbai sighed, thought for a while, and decided to tell the truth to Baigou for the sake of Baigou's performance, "Actually, what I gave you was not poison, but a powerful pill. You are not poisoned."

The white dog looked at him in shock, then angrily scratched Song Yingbai Feiyufu's knees with his paws.

"Don't scratch it." Song Yingbai grabbed its two legs and lifted it up. "You are very useful. How about we cooperate for a long time in the future? You help me solve the case, and I will buy meat for you."

The white dog sticks out its tongue and understands that it will not cooperate.

Song Yingbai looked at it in puzzlement, "You can't even speak now, and you are still far away from becoming a refined human form, but some of your behaviors and emotions are already the same as human beings. I have seen a centipede spirit, who is also a rigid human, But it doesn’t have the slightest human concept of right and wrong and emotions. Could it be that dogs are close to people, so even if they are not refined, they will still look like people?”

The white dog raised his head, but there were tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Then let me ask you, will you harm someone?"

The white dog shook his head violently.

"Then are you human?"

The white dog's head remained motionless.

"need my help?"

The white dog blinked his eyes, sighed, and shook his head.

"Do you not want me to help, or do you think I can't help?"

The white dog closed his eyes and remained silent.

Song Yingbai had no choice but to let go of it, "Since you don't want to, then forget it, as long as you don't harm others, you can do whatever you want. You can go home first, and when I am free during the day, I can buy meat to see you."

After hearing this, the white dog rushed out without looking back.

At daybreak, Song Yingbai couldn't sit still anymore, and personally led two people from Xiaoqi to search the place where Ma Yongyan was last seen. Soon, he found his amputated hands and feet in a pile of firewood in the backyard of a residential building, only the torso was left. And Ma Yongyan of the head.

What is surprising is that Ma Yongyan's head was in a state of slight corruption after being dead for more than a day, probably because his body was indeed dead on the day he committed suicide. These days, he relied on the stone box for maintenance. Now that the stone box has been broken, everything has returned to the original state. look.

"Ma Yongyan's body was stolen here from Yizhuang, and it was dismembered for the convenience of transporting it out of the city!" Song Yingbai with his hands behind his back, came to a conclusion on this matter with confidence.

Zhang Xiaoqi didn't want to, but whispered, "Whoever is so free will steal a corpse."

Song Yingbai looked at him and said in a cold voice: "On the day the house was raided, you didn't take good care of the prisoner's family, causing Ma Yongyan to break into the lobby with a dagger and commit suicide, which frightened Eunuch Lu. He should have been sent to Nanzhen Fusi for questioning, but I think you are For the first offense, only your Xiaoqi position will be removed, and you will be demoted as a captain starting today, as for the vacancy of Xiaoqi, it will be filled."

This guy, who obviously let Ma Yongyan break in with a knife that day, whether he was instigated by someone to deliberately cause trouble for him, or because of his own ability, he should be demoted.

Zhang Xiaoqi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to quibble, but the prisoner committed suicide, it was indeed a disadvantage for him to be searched, even if he was unwilling, he could only accept orders, "Yes..."

Song Yingbai waved his hand, "Close the team!"

With the physical evidence in hand, it's time to go to Xing Qianhu.

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At the same time, Li Zhen was sitting at the desk full of books, carefully flipping through the yellowed scrolls in his hand page by page. Suddenly, he saw a record and hurriedly copied it down.

This is a record about the Tibetan soul altar. There was a villain who did all kinds of evil, but every time he was executed by the local officials, he would be resurrected soon. Later, he even beat his mother. The mother took an altar and reported it to the government, saying that his son The soul is hidden in this jar, only killing his body, he can't die, because his soul will restore the body.

The government then broke the jar, beheaded the villain, and threw the corpse into the wilderness. This time, the corpse did not come back to life like every time, but completely stinks and rotted.

This is very similar to Ma Yongyan's situation, except that the jar has become a box, and of course there are improvements, such as the box is stronger and less likely to be damaged.

But how did he learn this sorcery?

Who taught him, and where was he taught?