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

Two pieces of red paper, the one on the left is written with a brush: Yuan Jianhong, Bingyin Year, Gengshen Second Day, Day Zheng

On the red paper on the right hand side is written: He Yingying Wuyin Year Xinyou month Ji Wei Ri Yin Shi

If you guessed correctly, this is the birth date of the missing newlywed couple. If you guessed correctly, the deceased’s son, Yuan Jianhong, should have died of cancer not long ago. Neither of the couple had cancer. Anticancer drugs can only be given to their son.

As for this He Yingying, it is not ruled out that there is a possibility of matching the son of this family who died young with a yin relative.

From the point of view of Feng Shui, Yuan Jianhong's birthday horoscope happens to be the most yang day and time within a year, while He Yingying's birthday horoscope is just the opposite, which is the most yin time within a year.

This is what I heard from my grandma when I was a child. At that time, yin marriages were popular in many areas, and the birth horoscopes of both parties to yin marriages must be one yin and one yang, in order to balance the yin and yang.

If it's not a yin marriage, whoever gets married now depends on the date of birth, isn't it all about a well-to-do family in terms of economic status, right?

The man was born in 13 and the woman was born in [-]. The difference between the two is [-] years old.

"Come and see, there's something here."

While Wen Xichun was contemplating, he suddenly heard Yao Jingrong yelling in a low voice behind him.

Walking over to take a look, Yao Jingrong was shining a flashlight on a certain spot under the bed.

The place where the flashlight shined was the wall close to the bottom of the bed, and there were half dirty footprints on it. Not only that, there were also many dirty footprints mixed with mud on the floor tiles under the bed, but strangely, both feet One of the two footprints was very strange, like a trace made by swiping a brush on the ground.

"This footprint, why does it look like this?"

"Personal walking habits, many people's two soles have different degrees of friction, because the focus is different, but what is certain is that someone once hid under the couple's bed." Yao Jingrong picked up two pinches of soil with clips and put them in the certificate. bag, "And, more than once."

The two evidence bags contained soil of different textures, one bag was dry and fine, and the other bag was wet and had larger particles.

The rubbings of the shoe prints were modeled, and compared with the shoe prints of the two deceased, it was confirmed that it was not the two of the deceased, but that someone had indeed hidden under the bed.

"Bada, Batta——" Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the silent night, like the sound of thick soles stepping on muddy ground.

"Someone!" Yao Jingrong whispered, and suddenly pulled Wen Xichun over to open the cabinet in front of him and slipped in.

It was pitch black in the cabinet, except for a little dim light from a gap in the door in front of him.

"Creak—" The old wooden door made an unpleasant sound, like a monster that came out of nowhere in the dark, screaming and rushing over.

Wen Xichun stared at every move outside through the gap. He saw a man in a black raincoat slowly enter the door, walked straight to the bed, and then committed himself to get under the bed.

The space in the closet is limited and full of clothes. It is very hard for two big men to squeeze tightly together, and the two of them can only maintain a strange posture——

Yao Jingrong stood upright against the wall of the cabinet, and Wen Xichun was squeezed aside by the pile of clothes, so he could only squat close to Yao Jingrong's chest.

He heard Yao Jingrong's heartbeat, the rhythm was a little faster, and he thought that this person was not afraid of anything, but he was also afraid.

And the person who came in from behind got into the bottom of the bed and didn't know what he was doing, and there was no movement at all. After more than 20 minutes of stalemate, Wen Xichun felt that his knees had stretched to the extreme, and if he continued, he would definitely kneel down. land.

I don't know how long that person will last, but I have to change my posture.

He slowly spread his legs apart, intending to rest his knees in a split-horse, but in this kind of flat wardrobe, his hands needed a support point.

Groping slowly, fingers rubbing against the cabinet wall.

Suddenly, as if he had rubbed against some strange hard object, Wen Xichun withdrew his hand abruptly and grabbed the clothes in front of him. The hanger slammed across the clothes rail and made a harsh "squeak".

It's over, make a noise.

Although Yao Jingrong's expression could not be seen, Wen Xichun knew that the other party must be rolling his eyes at him at this moment.

The person under the bed also seemed to have heard the sound, paused, and then slowly got out from under the bed.

Through the gap, the man in the raincoat whose face cannot be seen clearly has already walked towards this side slowly.

The cold white moonlight came in, reflecting off the things in the hands of the man in the raincoat, shining coldly.

It is a knife.

Wen Xichun seemed to hear his own heartbeat. The other party had a knife. Although he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, it was definitely not a good thing to come to the deceased's house to make some small moves at this time.

Now I only hope that Yao Jingrong can operate and help stop this raincoat man.

The man in the raincoat stood motionless in front of the cabinet, only his drooping head could be seen, and his wet bangs drooped to cover his face.

He slowly raised the knife, and the cold light passed by in the dark night.

"These two old things must have stolen money, so go find something valuable and hide it somewhere." Suddenly, there was an undisguised noise from outside the window, and then two footsteps sounded, getting closer.

The man in the raincoat turned his head abruptly and rushed into the living room.

Wen Xichun breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go out, but saw two furtive figures through the crack of the door, walking in from the living room and rummaging in the bedroom.

Finally, they found a pair of gold earrings, grinning like something with their big teeth bared, shared one for each person, and left excitedly with the gold earrings in their pockets.

The two of them stayed in the cabinet for a while, and carefully came out of the cabinet after making sure that there was really no one else.

"We're coming out of the closet." Yao Jingrong shook his sore shoulders, with an evil smile on his lips.

"Don't be poor and leave quickly, you will lose your life if you stay any longer." Wen Xichun held up the DSLR and lay on the ground, took a few photos with a flashlight under the bed, and left without Yao Jingrong still looking around there. Crime scene.

In the middle of the night, the light rain began to rain again, which was annoying.

After Wen Xichun left the scene of the crime, he did not go back to the ancestral hall, but walked in the opposite direction.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and a lake on the other. Wen Xichun walks on the muddy dirt road towards the highest mountain.

"Are you crazy? But even if you do a little analysis, you should know that this is not the way to go back." Yao Jingrong said so, but he followed Wen Xichun closely, stepping on his footsteps, step by step Try not to stain your leather shoes.

Wen Xichun ignored him and staggered up in the drizzle. After climbing for nearly four or ten minutes, he finally climbed to the top of the mountain after his whole body was covered in mud and rain and turned into a mud monkey.

"I said you..." Yao Jingrong, who had been squatting in the office every day, was exhausted for a long time, and in the second half of the time, he still grabbed Wen Xichun's clothes before climbing up.

"My teaching teacher once said that if you want to see all sides of a thing, you must stand at a very high place."

Following his resolute gaze, there is only Chongmen Village hidden in the night mist and drizzle, the uneven buildings, the dilapidated and desolate environment, and——

Somewhere in the village, there was a twinkling red light, which was blurred by the rain and mist, like the eyes of a monster, staring at this side.

Before Wen Xichun could catch his breath, he suddenly walked down the mountain.

Yao Jingrong thought that this man's madness for so long should stop, but after walking down the mountain for more than 40 minutes, he slowly turned his head:

"Go back, I'll go and see the side that I couldn't see when I was in the village."

Yao Jingrong wiped the rain from his forehead, and wiped his bangs behind his forehead in an instant. Even in such a mess, he can still maintain elegance:

"Why, want to claim credit alone?"

"Yeah, Bao Buqi will step on your head one day." After leaving such a sentence, Wen Xichun ignored him and walked quickly into the village.

That red light is really eye-catching, I have never seen such a place in the village before, it seems like it suddenly appeared out of thin air, it is unimaginable.

According to the map constructed in his mind, Wen Xichun came to the end of the village, looking for the red light that cannot be seen when entering the village.

In front of you is a dense forest with intertwined branches and branches, like twisted ghost hands under the night, accompanied by the whimpering sound of the wind piercing through the forest, most people will almost retreat when they come here.

Wen Xichun was not that ordinary person, he took a step without thinking, and was dragged back after only two steps.

Yao Jingrong: "Wait a minute, are you going to go in? Are you afraid of running into wolves, tigers and leopards in the deep mountains and old forests?"

"Are you afraid that you will go back, and I didn't stop you." Shaking off the salty pig's hand, he continued to walk inside.

On the few occasions when Yao Jingrong was so embarrassed, he didn't quarrel with him, but obediently stuck to him.

The shoes made a rustling sound when they stepped on the dead branches and rotten leaves. At this moment, a small red dot suddenly appeared in the line of sight.

Two to be exact.

Two small red dots were reflected on Wen Xichun's deep pupils, which became bigger and bigger as he walked forward.

Suddenly, a tall building loomed through layers of dense forest.

Wen Xichun's pupils suddenly dilated——

It would be fine if it was just an ordinary building buried in the deep mountains and old forests, but this brand new antique three-story stilted building has an unusual structure.

The ingenious carving techniques and the wooden doors of the side rooms on both sides of the stilted building carve a complete story of the bride's marriage. The main gate is a typical red lacquered copper ring, and two red lanterns are gently swaying in the night wind.

There is a stone lion on each side of the gate. It is not big, and it is only about the length of an arm.

In feng shui, this kind of stone lion is not used to protect the family and protect the home, but the legendary stone lion for soul-suppressing, which is mostly placed at the entrance of the tomb.

At the bottom of the gate hangs a long, eerie gold-rimmed plaque, which reads:

A lone yin never grows a lone yang never grows

But the weirdest thing is that there are layers of red silk and... white silk wrapped around the two sides of the plaque.

Red and white double happiness, yin and yang reconciliation, isn't this... a dark marriage.

Wen Xichun walked slowly to the door, gently stroked the door with his fingers, the cold touch came, and instantly aroused a shiver.

The ear-piercing suona sound broke through the sky, as if it wanted to penetrate the three realms, Wen Xichun suddenly raised his head, and subconsciously looked at Yao Jingrong behind him.

But he didn't seem to hear the suona sound, he just put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and looked at himself blankly.

"Don't—don't! Let me go!" The miserable female voice followed closely, screaming hoarsely, and the dazzling red flashed in front of my eyes.

Wen Xichun felt his heart contract suddenly, and he quickly withdrew his hand, trying to calm down his emotions.

"What's the matter, are you scared?" Seeing something wrong with Wen Xichun, Yao Jingrong took a step forward, stretched out his hand, but suddenly stopped on Wen Xichun's back, and then slowly withdrew it.

"No, I just heard strange voices and saw strange scenes." Wen Xichun shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Yao Jingrong smiled, walked around Wen Xichun to the door, and gently pushed open the heavy and cold door.

A strong aroma of incense filled the nostrils, and the lingering smoke couldn't wait to squeeze out from the opening of the door.

The two covered their noses and leaned aside to hide, flapping one hand in an attempt to disperse the thick smoke.

Somewhere in the stilted building flickered candlelight, reflecting the dim interior.

"It stinks." In addition to the thick smoke, there was also a pungent rancid smell, and even Wen Xichun, who had always been calm, couldn't help complaining.

"It's the smell of corpses." Yao Jingrong pulled out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun's first reaction was to open the SLR lens cover and slowly lift it towards the faint candlelight.

Looking through the dim light, I found that the layout of the stilted building was exactly the same as that of the mourning hall. There were two plaques placed against the wall, and a bunch of paper figurines with different expressions stood around them. The coffin was surrounded.