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

The two looked at each other tacitly, and walked slowly to two or two spiritual cards.

"This is... the spiritual tablet of the deceased's son and daughter-in-law." Wen Xichun murmured softly as he looked at the name on the spiritual tablet.

"So, these two people haven't disappeared at all, but have been trapped in..." Yao Jingrong knocked on the lid of one of the coffins, "Here."

"Open the coffin, I want to see inside." Wen Xichun's voice was very firm. When he finished saying this, he bit the flashlight in his mouth, freed both hands to grab one side of the coffin lid, and he was full. Try to push the coffin lid open.

But the coffin lid is made of boxwood, which is as heavy as marble.

"Do you think you can find clues to the murderer of the old couple from these two corpses that have been dead for an unknown amount of time?" Yao Jingrong narrowed his eyes, water dripped down his hair and landed in the hollow of his neck.

Wen Xichun took down the flashlight in his mouth and sneered: "I only know that there must be an effect if there is a cause. Have you ever thought that this girl named He Yingying is probably sealed in a coffin while she was alive and a girl who never died?" The man I met was married to a ghost."

"Did your intuition tell you?"

"Among all the villager information that Huang Jiu sent me, there is no information about the parents of this girl named He Yingying, so she may not be from this village. The age difference is 13 years, and the man is still suffering from illness. It is a perfectly suitable yin and yang birthday. Ba Zi, such a coincidence, do you think the girl may have voluntarily matched for a yin marriage?"

Yao Jingrong scratched his hair, raised his brows heroically: "OK, let's open the coffin for an autopsy."

The two stood on one side, facing one direction and tried their best to push the coffin lid to one side, only opened a gap and did not push it down.

Because the answer is already obvious.

A corpse dressed in a Chinese-style men's wedding dress, the face is light brown, the muscles are highly atrophied, and there are two cloudy and highly autolytic pupils in the wide-open eyes, and the body surface is densely covered with sheets of white flocs. On the skin, when the light hits it, you can faintly see the reflection on the surface.

"The corpse has begun to mummify, and wax has formed on the surface of the body. The time of death is about three months." Yao Jingrong put on gloves, and gently touched the head of the corpse, all the way to the bladder. "There seems to be no accumulation of fluid in the body. It may be incontinence before death, which usually occurs in severe illness."

"Open the other one to see."

Wen Xichun pushed back the coffin lid and bowed politely to the coffin to express his apology.

The two were gearing up, pressing their hands on another coffin, clenching their teeth, grabbing the ground with their feet, and pushing the coffin lid to the other side.

Inside the mourning hall, there were gusts of gloomy wind, but the building on stilts was completely enclosed. No one knew where the gloomy wind originated.

The coffin lid was opened, and a stench immediately permeated.

The two almost couldn't wait to get closer, but after seeing the scene inside, they both raised their heads and looked at each other strangely.

This is an empty coffin.

Inside the coffin were only an embroidered pillow, two jade hairpins of unknown authenticity, and two pieces of blood-stained wood. One end of the wood was sharpened like a sharp knife.

And, a silver needle gleaming with cold light, half of the silver needle was covered with blood.

Wen Xichun put on his gloves, took out the silver needle and put it into the evidence bag, stared at it for a while, then suddenly raised his leg and stepped on the side of the coffin, and stepped into the coffin with one long leg.

Yao Jingrong was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand subconsciously to grab his hand.

But Wen Xichun was unmoved at all, and slowly sat down and lay down in the coffin.

He took the flashlight and slowly shone it on the underside of the coffin lid. There were scratches of different shades on the light-colored wooden coffin lid, as if they were scratched with nails.

"It's true that a living person is married to a yin marriage. Such a large amount of bleeding cannot come from a dead person's body, and these scratch marks are likely to be He Yingying's last struggle when she was trapped in the coffin."

"The biggest doubt now is whether He Yingying is still alive, if she is alive, where did she go, and if she is dead, who carried the body away."

Wen Xichun shook his head: "It is difficult for two people to carry such a heavy coffin cover. A seriously injured woman still has no strength to support her. It is impossible to lift the coffin cover."

"Those villagers are also lying. They said that the last time they saw the couple was last week, but Yuan Jianhong obviously died for more than three months. That means they knew what the couple was doing, but they had no intention of doing so. to be honest."

"Wait a minute." Wen Xichun interrupted him suddenly.

He turned on the blue-ray searchlight and followed the surrounding area of ​​the coffin.

Even though it had been wiped off in the early stage, under the illumination of the blue light, tiny bloodstains still appeared around the coffin, a very long string, like a path leading people to a certain direction.

The two walked out of the stilted building following the bloodstains, and stepped into the dark forest again.

Maybe the wound solidified after the blood flowed to a certain extent, or maybe the overgrown weeds buried the bloodstain. For a while, even the blue light searchlight could not illuminate the bloodstain.

"Where do we go after that?" Yao Jingrong asked looking at the dense forest where the north could not be found at all.

Wen Xichun gave him a white look, and squatted down: "There are obvious trample marks on the grass. The depth is not a person's weight. Unless he weighs more than 200 catties, there is no suitable weight in the whole village. That is to say, He was probably walking in the grass with someone in his arms."

Yao Jingrong was like an old cadre with her hands behind her back. After a long while, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I used to think that you did the trace inspection, but now I take back my words and apologize for my ignorance."

Wen Xichun stood up and sneered: "If you apologize, at least say sorry."

Yao Jingrong was silent.

Wen Xichun didn't bother to argue with him, turned the flashlight to the brightest, and walked out slowly according to the signs of collapse in the grass.

"Wait, don't you think these footprints are a bit strange?" Yao Jingrong suddenly squatted down and slowly moved the flashlight closer.

Two series of footprints, among which the series of shoe prints on the left dragged very long, forming an imperceptible gully.

Suddenly, a slightly lame leg appeared in his mind.

This morning, the village chief sent a young man over to deliver breakfast, and I remember he was lame.

"There are a few lame people in this village." Wen Xichun said without beginning or end.

Yao Jingrong frowned: "I don't know, I have to ask the village chief about this."

"Well, let's go back first. I'll ask the team members to check the clues we surveyed tonight to see if we can find He Yingying's family and ask about the situation. I don't know where the man in the raincoat who sneaked into the deceased's house just now may be. Something is watching us."

"Alright, tonight we are indeed too ostentatious." Yao Jingrong turned off the flashlight and looked back at the stilted building hidden in the night.

After returning to the ancestral hall, the two climbed into bed after a brief wash.

Maybe it was because they were too tired, the two of them fell into a deep sleep not long after touching the pillow.

At this moment, in the silent night, a figure was pacing back and forth in front of the window, and suddenly, that black shadow slowly stuck to the window, its eyes were wide open, and the eyes rolled back and forth.

****

"All right, I've troubled Uncle Liu these few days, we'll go back first and come back in a few days." Wen Xichun stood in front of the car, pretending to explain to the village chief.

While talking, the lame young man was also standing beside him, with his head bowed and silent, only two hands rubbing the seam of his trousers with a little anxiety.

The unstoppable drizzle blurred the young man's face.

Wen Xichun cleared his throat, and suddenly took out a wallet from his pocket to draw some 100 yuan, walked to the young man, and whispered: "Thank you for bringing us breakfast that morning, take it to buy something delicious."

The young man was startled for a moment, then took two steps back, and put his hands behind his back almost reflexively.

He shook his head, his voice hoarse and low: "Thank you, big brother, for your kindness, but I don't get rewarded for nothing, and I didn't do anything for you."

Wen Xichun sneered, stuffed the money into the village head's pocket, and whispered in his ear, "A small thank you is not a respect."

The village head nodded in a hurry, smiling like a morning glory, and nodded repeatedly: "Cheng Chengcheng, the two bosses, please contact me if you have anything to do."

The two got into the car. Through the rearview mirror, Wen Xichun saw two rows of men standing side by side behind the car. They were all idle men who asked them to collect tolls when they entered the village.

The car started slowly and gradually drove away from the small village in the haze.

The eyes of the group of men closely followed the car's departure, their eyes were indescribably weird, like hatred, and also like mockery.

"Have you heard that the lame young man's accent doesn't look like a local?" Wen Xichun asked in the car.

"There are too many secrets in this village. The outsider who disguised himself as a woman, the outsider who moved He Yingying's body away, the man in raincoat who sneaked into the deceased's house, and the ghost marriage that the villagers deliberately concealed." Yao Jingrong tapped the phone in his hand rhythmically. File bag, "Is this a top [-] wealthy village? Attracting so many young people flocking here."

"And that stilted building is obviously newly built, but it is not used for the righteous way, but two corpses are enshrined. Who built it?"

"Look at the people in this village, their pockets are cleaner than their faces. I can't think of anyone else except the old couple who got compensation for the car accident." Yao Jingrong lowered the back of the seat and leaned on it wearily.

According to the news, Yuan □ paid a total of 45 yuan to the two elderly people after the car accident. It might not be enough to repair a wooden stilted building after excluding the cost of fractured steel plates and sky-high anti-cancer drugs.

This question can only be doubted temporarily.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two finally rushed back to the Municipal Criminal Investigation Bureau.

"Boss! I miss you so much—"

As soon as he saw Wen Xichun, Huang Jiu opened his mouth wide and howled, giving him a bear hug. Before the person posted it, Wen Xichun pressed his face and pushed him away coldly:

"That's enough, don't worry about Fan Er, have you found the information about He Yingying's family that I asked you to check?"

Huang Jiu nodded, then shook his head again: "There are nearly 2 people named He Yingying across the country, and there are more than 1000 people who reported missing with this name."

"He was born on March [-]rd of the lunar calendar in [-]."

"There are only two people born on March [-]rd of the lunar calendar." Huang Jiu handed over their information forms.

Wen Xichun flipped through the personal information of two He Yingyings. One of them was an only child who lived in an urban area and was currently studying at a key university in the province.The other... There is an older brother in the family, who lives in a remote mountain village in the west of Lin City, and later moved, and now lives in the county below Huiyuan City.

He Yingying, who has an older brother at home, looks very delicate, with a gentle and shy smile.

Wen Xichun looked at the girl in the photo, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

He put the information sheet aside, changed into his police uniform and asked casually, "Is there anything important in the bureau recently?"

Huang Jiu pondered for a moment: "I don't know if it's an important matter or not. A new chief of the criminal investigation department has arrived next door. He studies folklore. There are only a few female police officers in the bureau, and all of them are gone."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes suddenly: "What's going on."

"Hun'er was hooked away. You haven't seen that person. He's as white as a bag of dough. The handsome boy who came out of the whole novel has the same name. It's called Yun Muyao."

Xiao Liu also followed suit: "Just this name, you can say it's rustic, but somehow it feels very foreign. I guess my parents also read too many Xiuxian novels and couldn't control their prehistoric power when they named it."

"Does it have anything to do with you? Tomorrow, Huang Jiu, come with me to the home of these two He Yingyings."

"No, I still have to go!"

Amidst Huang Jiu's miserable yells, Wen Xichun hid his credit and fame and went to the deputy director's office to report.

Some distance away from the deputy director's office, I heard voices coming from inside. Wen Xichun planned to wait for them to finish talking before going in, but he stood at the door like a log for half an hour, and there was no end to it.

As a last resort, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Deputy Director Yu, it's me, Wen Xichun."

There was an energetic sound of "Enter" from inside, and the moment Wen Xichun pushed the door open, Wen Xichun saw a tall and elegant figure from the back, opposite the weather-beaten old face of Deputy Director Yu.

"Xiaowen, you came at a good time. Let me introduce you to a new colleague." Deputy Bureau Yu's enthusiasm was burning like fire, and a fierce man rushed over and kindly pulled Wen Xichun's hand in.

The person with his back to him stood up slowly, and the moment he turned his head, Wen Xichun knew his identity.

Yun Muyao, the new head of the Criminal Investigation Section nicknamed Baimianbaozi.