God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Because objects with strong odors will be more noticeable in this situation without air circulation.

In addition, there seemed to be countless tiny creatures crawling swiftly in the silent darkness.

He took a step back, his back was close to Yao Jingrong, and his other hand firmly grasped Bai Jian's arm, because at this time, it must not be separated, once dispersed, everyone's safety will not be guaranteed .

Facing the object emitting a strong smoky smell, Wen Xichun slowly raised his phone——

The moment the faint light touched the object——

"Ouch—" A strong sense of vomiting overwhelmed the sky, even Bai Jian, who seemed to be fearless, couldn't help covering her mouth and let out a retching sound.

The intertwined white bandages were stained with brown-red blood, and had been completely dried for some time, and tied in mid-air was a body that had been baked to the point where its original shape could not be seen. Cotton bandages have been tightly stuck to the flesh and blood in the large and small burn wounds.

The light shone through, and in the shockingly rotten wound, black worms the size of coins seemed to be stimulated by the light, scrambling to crawl out from the wound, mouth, ears and eyes of the corpse, in short, all places with holes.

Bai Jian covered her mouth, trembling uncontrollably, subconsciously going out.

"Wait a minute!" Wen Xichun shouted, followed by a huge "bang bang", shaking the whole room.

The two double-opening doors suddenly closed for some reason. Old man Zhou Zhaoming hurriedly staggered to pull the door with a cane, but after pulling twice, he slowly withdrew his hand, his gray beard trembling slightly.

"Everyone, the door...is locked from the outside."

There were more and more bugs, densely crawling all over the corpse. The corpse's hands were spread out, and its feet were wrapped in layers of bandages. It was tied to a huge cross like Jesus who was betrayed by Judas and sent to the cross.

Yao Jingrong hurried over and pushed the door, and sure enough, the door was really locked.

"It's so beautiful..."

Just when everyone was at a loss, an obsessive voice sounded from the corner.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Alfred was pacing back and forth around the festering corpse with his glasses framed, with an unconcealable excitement on his face.

Those little bugs were crawling back and forth along every hole in the corpse, making sticky noises.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people who know this kind of art. If it is not impossible, I really want to have a good chat with him. This will be the greatest work of art in the 21st century."

Although he scolded him countless times as "pervert" in his heart, Wen Xichun still leaned forward, pretending to be humble and studious: "Do you know what this is?"

Alfred nodded, and a proud smile gradually appeared on his face: "So I said, if a nation does not pay attention to artistic accomplishment and spiritual culture, then this nation will be abandoned in the long river of history sooner or later."

"Well, great artist, then please tell us who don't know much about art, what kind of artistic performance this corpse is, or what kind of ceremony it is used for." Wen Xichun interrupted his chatter.

After all, he was not in the mood to explore the development of human civilization with this burned-out artist at this time.

Alfred stroked the green stubble on his chin, his small eyes were hidden behind the glinting lenses:

"It goes back to a jungle tribe called the Morans in the Amazon in the nineteenth century."

"Yeah." Wen Xichun nodded, and began to grope in his pockets habitually to find the record book, but this time he came in a hurry, and he never thought that such a thing would happen, not to mention the record book, even a piece of paper. did not find.

"In ancient times, there were frequent wars between jungle tribes. Once defeated, the loser had to cede land and pay tribute to the victor. Among them, this tribe called the Moran tribe has always had such a culture. The prestigious leader of the tribe died. Afterwards, it will be made into a kind of mummy called modakai. The production method is also very complicated. It needs to remove the brain, internal organs and eyes, then air-dry, smoked with an open fire, and preserved with shark oil. "

There are too many strange local cultures in ancient primitive tribes. This method of preserving corpses is similar to that of mummies, so everyone is not too shocked.

"Later, in the mid-nineteenth century, a British army named Slant accidentally discovered this tribe, and was deeply attracted by this art of preserving corpses. After a lot of visits, he learned that in this tribe There is also a kind of witchcraft, which can call the soul of the dead back to spend a week with the family, and the premise of the spirit summoning witchcraft is this method of mummy preservation."

After Wen Xichun listened, he subconsciously looked at the festering and fuzzy corpse: "However, this is very different from the method of preservation of the mummy you mentioned."

Alfred nodded: "Yes, but the technique is the same, removing internal organs, eyes, etc., and roasting with an open flame, but it is obvious that the corpse was half roasted and had to stop the ceremony for some reason."

Wen Xichun suddenly thought of the dozens of heads in the basement of the office building.

"Can you elaborate on the conditions required for this kind of spiritualism?"

"This... I'm not very clear, but it seems that sixteen real heads are needed, and it must be a perfect female head without moles, spots, or scars."

"That is to say, this corpse is the mother body needed for half-finished spiritualism?" Wen Xichun murmured.

He began to carefully recall the dozen or so heads he saw in the basement. How many were they?

Five and three vertically, it seems to be fifteen, one is missing?

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he suddenly raised his hand and shone the light of his mobile phone on Bai Jian's face.

Bai Jian was stunned by the light suddenly, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Wen Xichun saw that the girl's flawless cheeks really couldn't meet the necessary conditions for this kind of spiritualism, there were no moles, spots, or scars.

That's right, if Bai Jian didn't go to the school supervisor for punishment after the school celebration just now, how could the school supervisor not come to her.

In this analysis, there is only one reason.

They need Bai Jian, so why not kill her directly, but let her join in this bloody game.

Wen Xichun collected himself, walked to Bai Jian, held her hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "From now on, don't leave my side for half a step, no matter what happens."

Bai Jian blinked, her blushing face could not be seen clearly in the too dim environment.

She held Wen Xichun's hand back, nodded her head heavily, and the love that needed to be vented seemed to burst out in the next second.

It seemed that the voices disturbed the insects, and they moved faster, and some of them even crawled to the ground along the corpse, and began to gallop towards the feet of everyone.

Everyone gasped, stamped their feet and took a few steps back.

"Judging from the degree of dust accumulation, no one has been here for at least a year, but the body has been dried for less than half a year, which means that the body was not transported in through the gate, and there must be other exits here." Wen Xichun raised his mobile phone. , according to every corner of the roof.

He found that the body was wrapped in bandages and hung on the roof, but there were no hooks for hanging on the roof, and a bandage suddenly disappeared along the gap between the roof tiles.

"We should be able to go out from above. If the corpse can be hung down, it means that ordinary people can also pass through."

He handed the phone to Bai Jian: "Hold it, I'll go up and have a look."

"Brother Wen, be careful!" Bai Jian yelled worriedly, her small eyes were still glued to Wen Xichun's body and refused to move half a step away.

Wen Xichun walked around behind the corpse, pushed down the cross, and found that it was made of stone, very strong.

He climbed onto the cross with all fours, barely stabilized his figure and stood on the top of the cross. The space there was very narrow, and he had to stand with his feet together.

After his figure was stabilized, Wen Xichun slowly stood up with his hands open, groping and beating back and forth on the glazed tiles on the roof.

Finally, under a glazed brick, he heard a hollow echo from the knock.

Try to push hard—the glazed brick moved.

"Wuuu, brother Wen, be careful." Bai Jian held up the phone, her heart jumped into her throat for a moment.

The little bugs on the corpse seemed to have calmed down for a while, curling up in the hole and shaking their wings.

With a "bang", the glazed brick was pushed away by Wen Xichun, and a dark hole suddenly appeared.

The hole is very small, and even a little fatter can't get through.

"From here, you can go out." Wen Xichun slowly climbed down the cross, unable to bear to look at the pitiful corpse.

Yao Jingrong took a step forward, calm and calm: "I'll go up first, Mr. Zhou is second, Mr. Fred is third, Mr. Li is fourth, and Bai Jian is fifth. Wen Xichun, you take care of the aftermath."

As we all know, in this case, the first and the last are the most dangerous positions. You don't know what is in front of you, and you don't know what will catch up behind you.

The reason why Li Yuan was placed in the middle was because Yao Jingrong couldn't trust this person, and he might pose a threat to others if he was positioned too far ahead or too far behind.

"I don't want it, why does brother Wen have to be the last one." Bai Jian pursed her lips, obviously not convinced.

"Hey, don't worry about this at a time like this. I'm a policeman and I'm good at it, so I should protect you." Wen Xichun comforted.

"No, with our taxpayers' money, we must do some personnel work. Even sacrificing for the people is a great honor." Li Yuan laughed mockingly.

This time, Bai Jian didn't speak any more, her big beautiful eyes stared at Li Yuan's arrogant face in the dark, her hands were unconsciously clenched slowly, and her nails dug into her palms fiercely.

While speaking, Yao Jingrong had already climbed up first. He stretched out his hand and groped in the unknown hole. After making sure that there was no danger, he carefully slipped in.

"How's the situation above?" Wen Xichun asked from below.

Inside the entrance of the cave is a low interlayer, which is pitch black and covered with dust.

Yao Jingrong didn't care to pat the dust off his body, and stretched out his hand from the hole: "Mr. Zhou, be careful."

Zhou Zhaoming clamped his crutches under his armpit, and Wen Xichun supported him to climb up the cross slowly. His trembling old bones almost fell down several times. Fortunately, Yao Jingrong was able to catch him in time and managed to drag him up.

The old man fell down on the mezzanine, panting heavily, and patting his chest with lingering fear.

The next one was Alfred. He was young, his body was strong, and he got into the mezzanine with three strokes.

But as soon as he climbed up, his center of gravity was unstable, and Fred fell heavily to the ground. Immediately afterwards, he was hit by the ceiling with a loud noise.

rustling-

The bugs on the corpse were awakened by the loud sound, stretched their thorny feet with thin hooks twice, and then quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.

"No! The bug is moving, come up quickly!" Mr. Zhou shouted anxiously, even ignoring his old and unstable body, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to meet the people below.

"Ah! How disgusting! I hate bugs!" Bai Jian screamed, pulling Wen Xichun back two steps.

At this time, those insects seemed to be summoned by a mysterious force, gathered into a pile, and climbed up the cross densely. .

Yao Jingrong took off his suit jacket in disgust, and slammed it on the place where the bugs were infested, trying to slap the bugs down.

"I've never seen these bugs before. They may have come from the Amazon jungle. Be careful they are poisonous." Yao Jingrong slapped the bugs hard, looking down at the entrance of the cave with a restless mind.

Because Wen Xichun is still below.

No one expected that there would be thousands of large insects parasitic in a small corpse, pouring out continuously like a wave.

"Go up!" Seeing Li Yuan dawdling there and not daring to climb up, Wen Xichun became anxious, took off his coat and walked quickly to the cross to help Li Yuan slap those disgusting insects off.

Only then did Li Yuan come to his senses, and climbed onto the cross like a gibbon, his leather shoes crazily stepping on those bugs:

"Quick, give me a hand!"

The three people in the mezzanine stretched out their hands one after another, and before they could pull him up, Bai Jian below was already carried on the cross by Wen Xichun.

"It's too late, Bai Jian, climb up quickly."

Countless bugs of unknown species flew around Bai Jian, and some of them got into her clothes along the bottom of her skirt.

"I, I'm scared. I can't walk when I see bugs." Bai Jian was really scared this time, her face was twisted into a ball, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath and pulled Bai Jian up with all his strength.

And here, the mezzanine seems to have fallen, and the three of them had already started a fierce struggle with the bugs before receiving Li Yuan.

Seeing more and more bugs crawling into the mezzanine, Li Yuan managed to get in, and when he lowered his head, he saw Bai Jian also tremblingly climbing up.

Her body was also covered with worms, and there were even more worms, which were still speeding up the cross.

Li Yuan thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out his legs——

Wen Xichun was still below, trying to support Bai Jian to climb up, and he still had to free his hands to help her pat off the bugs crawling on her body.

Suddenly, a heavy object fell on the head and hit it hard.

In this way, Bai Jian managed to climb to the entrance of the cave. As soon as her hand touched the edge of the cave, a big foot kicked down hard. Her hand hurt suddenly, and she lost strength instantly. The cross fell down and hit Wen Xichun.

Then, the upper hole was covered again by glazed tiles, and countless bugs were also trapped in the gaps to death.

Wen Xichun didn't seem to be able to react yet, he thought it was Bai Jian who slipped and fell, and was just going to check her injuries——

"Are you crazy?! You will kill those two children!" Mr. Zhou's angry roar echoed in the mezzanine.

Those bugs immediately climbed up when they heard the sound, blocking the only way out layer by layer.