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

In the darkness, there seemed to be two golden dots twinkling.

"Where did the sound come from." Wen Xichun stretched the lantern forward, and a faint orange fire was reflected in his eyes.

"Brother, why not? Let's go, this place? It's too evil, I'm afraid." A Ming hid in the back and shivered.

Considering that A Ming is still a child, his ability to deal with danger is weak: "Go up and wait for us, and watch the wind for us by the way."

Ah Ming shrunk his neck and looked back. He looked at his eyes and saw the darkness? Seeing the bottom of the road, cold air surged from the soles of his feet: "Also, let's forget it... It's safer to follow you."

Wen Xichun shook his head, and walked forward slowly holding the lantern.

But just after passing the long stone bridge, Yao Jingrong suddenly thrust in front of him, snatched the lantern from his hand, and protected him behind him with traces: "I'll go and see, you wait here."

Wen Xichun was stunned for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Then be careful."

This is probably one of the few harmonious times in the world between the two of us, and Yao Jingrong really benefited from it.

He was carrying a lantern, and his leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the stone brick road.

Following this sound, the group of people couldn't help raising their throats.Why do they hate humans at this time? To invent such things as leather shoes, especially in this situation, seems very tasteless.

Yao Jingrong walked to the black water tank——

With a sound of "Wow!", a black shadow suddenly flew up from the top of the water tank, flapping its wings and clamoring wantonly.

crow?

Why would there be crows in this dark underground.

The big black bird flapped its wings and flew around Yao Jingrong, making an unpleasant hissing sound from its mouth.

It turns out that the weird Morse code is the sound made by crows pecking at the water tank? But crows are more psychic and are very good at imitating. Generally speaking, where is it? Hearing this rhythmic impact sound? Will? I have nothing to do here to imitate boredom.

So? Where did it hear it from—

Yao Jingrong collected himself, walked to the side of the water tank, and slowly raised the lantern.

There seemed to be shiny water stains around the water tank, exuding an unpleasant smell.

Yao Jingrong squatted down, wiped the shiny liquid on the ground with his fingers, and sniffed it.

He suddenly turned his head and said to the people behind him: "Which one of you has a lighter."

A Ming poked out half of his head from behind Yun Muyao: "Will matches work?"

Yao Jingrong hooked his fingers at him to signal him to throw the match over.

"Wow--" A small dancing flame instantly ignited at the top of the match.

He slowly moved the match to the side of the sparkling water stains, and in an instant, the traces on the ground ignited raging flames like crazy, and the flames licked furiously, and spread out radially from the water tank as the center.

The originally pitch-black burrow was instantly illuminated like daylight.

At this time, everyone guessed clearly that there was a huge circular altar behind the water tank. The altar was blue-gray in color as a whole, and the stone brick floor was covered with strange totem symbols, showing a sense of evil and treachery everywhere.

"What is this?" Wen Xichun looked at the swaying flames at his feet, his eyes widened instantly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"These water stains are kerosene." Yao Jingrong flicked out the match, "Someone wrote runes on the ground with kerosene."

A few people circled around the long strips of kerosene, looking at the shape made of flames——

"These symbols, aren't they? They are exactly the same as those on the bodies of the deceased." Wen Xichun took out his mobile phone, took a few photos of the flame runes on the ground, and compared them with the symbols on the bodies of the deceased.

Sure enough, not bad at all.

"One two? Three? Four..." Yun Muyao counted the kerosene sticks on the ground, "There are nine talismans in total."

"Master Yun University, can you agree? Let's explain the function of these nine talismans." Yao Jingrong smiled a little eccentrically, as if he couldn't bear Yun Muyao's serious appearance.

Yun Muyao pondered for a moment, and finally his eyes fell on the huge black water tank.

"Perhaps, the answer lies in this."

He raised his hand to caress the lid of the water tank, stroked it lightly with his fingertips, and then knocked on the lid: "Open? Open."

Wen Xichun never questioned Yun Muyao, and was about to push the cylinder head with his hand, and A Ming was also helping. Only Yao Jingrong, the smile on his face hidden in the candlelight gradually disappeared.

The cylinder head moved, and was pushed open by three people.

All of a sudden, a strong stench rushed towards them, as if they had given a few people a big slap in the face.

"Ouch!" Ah Ming, who had no experience in the world, immediately supported the wall and vomited thousands of miles.

Wen Xichun covered his nose and was about to step forward to find out, but someone grabbed his hand again.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yao Jingrong standing behind him with an indescribably stern expression, and the fire flickered in his pupils, as if his eyes were on fire.

Strange, what is he angry about? Angry.

But that corpse? The rotten stench was too much to worry about. Wen Xichun shook his hand, his Adam's apple moved, and slowly poked his head out into the water tank——

The eyes widened because of panic and unwillingness, and the broken limbs were squeezed together and soaked in a vat of red and black liquid, exuding a scalp-numbing stench.

"Isn't this...Alan's grandma." Wen Xichun frowned, looking at the terrifying head.

When Ah Ming heard this name, he couldn't care less about it. He felt nauseous, and anxiously leaned over to take a look, and his pupils quivered instantly: "Really! It's really Sister Alan's grandma!"

In the silence, I suddenly heard a sigh.

Several people looked around, and saw Yao Jingrong standing a few meters away, as if he knew everything for a long time.

Wen Xichun pulled out the gloves from his pocket and put them on, first took a few photos to collect evidence, and skillfully turned the head in the water tank to observe the marks of the incision.

"There is no atrophy in the cross-section, isn't it? There is muscle stiffness before death, that is to say, the deceased was beheaded and limbs were chopped off after death."

"Then, that's who killed Azu." Ah Ming was also very courageous. A normal child would have fainted from fright when he saw such a scene, but Ah Ming could still look at the vat of blood and ask about the situation of the deceased.

Wen Xichun admired him even more.

But after he mentioned it like this, the scene that he peeped with Yao Jingrong that night did not consciously emerge in his mind:

In an old two-story bamboo building, a 19-year-old girl was holding a chubby thing and crying bitterly, with broken limbs and arms scattered around her feet, and blood flowing all over the ground——

"Let's call the General Administration first to ask for support, and ask them to send more people over." A feeling of uneasiness suddenly came to mind, and Wen Xichun immediately lit up his phone to call the General Administration.

But the underground signal is extremely poor, and the call fails when you dial it. Everyone's mobile phone is the same, and none of them work.

"I remembered!" Ah Ming suddenly slapped his thigh.

"What do you remember?"

"When I sneaked into the seventh floor in the middle of the night, I saw a little book on the bookshelf on the first floor. There is a picture in it that is exactly the same as this scene!"

Wen Xichun's eyes widened, and he held Ah Ming's shoulders with both hands: "Do you still remember what that book is? What is the use of this scene?"

A Ming watched Wen Xichun touch the corpse's hand, and smiled awkwardly and brushed his hand away: "I think about it... It's been too long since I saw it."

Among the three, only Wen Xichun believes in a child unconditionally, because he knows that the world of children is more colorful than that of adults, and their small heads can remember more details that adults cannot observe .

Now, the only hope rests once again on this little boy who looks like a monkey.

"I remember... that book seems to be called the Secret Art of Recruiting Evil. What is it about? Please God, about that picture..." A Ming's eyes looked at the nine flaming Dao? Talismans.

"It seems to say that when the nine kinds of souls gather together, the Dao? Talisman will be ignited. What do you want the nine people to donate their souls... I can't remember the specifics."

Wen Xichun raised his head abruptly.

Nine kinds of souls gather?Dao talisman will be ignited?

His eyeballs moved slowly, looking at the nine burning Dao? Talismans in the ground.

"If this incident is related to those who died, then? He Yan is one, the girl who died of overeating is one, the man who committed suicide is one, the woman who died on the bed is one, and Alan's grandma is one... Then there are four? Who are they?"

Wen Xichun murmured nonchalantly?

A Ming shrunk his neck, and glanced at the people present one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his lips trembled uncontrollably:

"Look...we're there, aren't we? It's...four of us."

For a moment, all eyes were on A Ming.

Wen Xichun suddenly walked up to Ah Ming, pulled his collar and tore it open——

Why? Why? On Ah Ming's shoulder? There is a tattoo that is exactly the same as those of the dead.

"Where did you get this tattoo on your body!"

Wen Xichun's sudden roar frightened Ah Ming, and he quickly grabbed his collar and stepped back: "I, sister Alan drew it for me, saying it is a totem that can bless people with longevity, I, I What? Don’t? Know? Know? Ah!”

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, Yun Muyao, who had been silent for a while, stopped him.

Looking back, I saw Yun Muyao slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his slender arms: "This tattoo is also painted on me..."

Wen Xichun froze for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves.

On his arm, the exact same tattoo appeared!

"What? When was it painted?" Wen Xichun looked at that tattoo in disbelief, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't figure out what exactly this tattoo was drawn on.

"Will we? No? Will? Die—" A Ming's voice was obviously full of tears.

"Let's go back first? The police station is looking for more staff. After all, what's happening now is a bit beyond our understanding?" Yun Muyao said.

This time, Ren Qianlin didn't insist on staying to investigate the clues. They hurried back along the stone road they came from.

A Ming was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he staggered forward like a soft-legged shrimp.

The sound of chaotic footsteps resounded through the wide underground cave, and several people stepped up the steps to the lobby on the first floor of the seven-story building.

However, after the four people climbed into the lobby one by one, before they had time to brush off the stones and dirt on their clothes——

Unexpectedly, he met a series of weird and treacherous faces.

They stared at the four people, and let out a strange laugh of "hee hee" from their mouths.

Chapter 88 Blood Sacrifice (21) "Grandma...save me...where is the three-faced god, grandma..."

The four people were close together back to back, and the villagers of Heishui Village surrounded them with hoes and plows.

Was it a mistake not to bring a gun to the police this time? A decision.

Suddenly, a passage was opened in the crowd, and a girl dressed in ethnic minority costumes slowly came from behind.Her face was stern, but she was haggard.

"Sister Alan!" A Ming shouted excitedly.

Alan looked at him, his eyes were like apricots, but his eyes were extremely indifferent.

A Ming shrank his neck, not daring to look at her expression anymore, and lowered his head embarrassingly.

"Do you know what is the end of trespassing on the seventh floor?" An old man walked out of the crowd tremblingly, pointed at A Ming with a walking stick, "You little? You son of a bitch, let's see if you have no father or mother, who has food? I brought them to you for fear that you would starve to death? But in the end, you were fine, and you turned your head and brought a group of outsiders into our forbidden area!"

The old man said? When he got excited, the gray beard would tremble accordingly.

Ah Ming lowered his head, as if he felt that the old man taught him a lesson? Yes, he was always arrogant? He didn't even dare to speak back.

"Old man, don't blame the child, we forced him?" Wen Xichun hurriedly made a sound for A Ming.

After all, I am an outsider, so I left as soon as I left, but Ah Ming was born in Heishui Village and headed Yu Heishui Village. After this incident, he would inevitably be excluded by the villagers.

"Are you so curious?" At this time, Alan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was trying to restrain his emotions.

"Our family did not hesitate to leave our hometown and move here from the far south in order to avoid the troubles of the world, and even built the village in? This will never see the light of day? Underground, we live really hard? Woolen cloth."

Alan spoke? His eyes were slightly red.

"Miss Alan." After a long silence, Yao Jingrong opened his mouth slowly, "To be honest, right? We are police officers from the Huiyuan City Criminal Investigation Bureau. We came to your village this time to investigate a few murder cases, not Interested? Disturbing."

Upon hearing the identity of "policeman", it was obvious that the villagers had lost a little bit of scruples, and the crowd that had surrounded them subconsciously took two steps back.

"You said? The police are the police? Besides, we live our lives separately, so why should the police investigate us!" A man stepped forward and yelled relentlessly.

Wen Xichun raised his hand and stroked his pocket, looking for a police officer's card to prove his identity.

But touch--

Suddenly remembered that the police card is still there? A Ming.

He poked A Ming with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Where's my? Police ID."

A Ming smiled awkwardly: "I forgot? At home..."

Wen Xichun was speechless, and turned to Yao Jingrong again: "Your? Police ID."

Yao Jingrong gave him a strange look: "I didn't bring it."

Well, after asking around, no one brought the police ID card except myself, and the only one? A Ming forgot it at home.

"To be honest, you're not the first wave of people pretending to be policemen to inquire about the village." Alan smiled, just like when he first met her, the corners of his lips were full of sincerity and innocence.

"But the consequences? It's pretty much the same." Her? Smile faded little by little, and her delicate? face was slowly hidden in the faint? candlelight.

At this time, a group of villagers received a signal that "these people are fake police officers", and rushed forward without saying a word, trying to tie them all up and kill them like other outsiders.

A villager? Holding a hoe high, he rushed towards the three of them first.

Yao Jingrong raised his hand to stop his wrist, with such force that his knuckles turned pale.

"Oh! It hurts, it hurts!" Yao Jingrong cut the villager's wrist behind his back, his fingers lost strength instantly, and the hoe fell to the ground.

Other villagers? Seeing their own? Good friends were taught a lesson, and their anger rushed to their foreheads in an instant. They swarmed up with farm tools, and ran towards the three of them——

But the three of them are graduates of the police academy after all, and these villagers are not as skilled as the Chinese police.

Wen Xichun was panting heavily, and he had to protect Ah Ming during the precise confrontation with the villagers. After all, this was a half-grown child who couldn't carry his hands on his shoulders.

Ah Ming is not a vegetarian either. Although he is not good at his hands, he is better than Ji Ling. He lay on the ground alone, crawled out of the chaos, and then went straight home to get Wen Xichun's ? Police card.

These villagers are probably over half a hundred years old? The three of them didn't make much effort, and there were a lot of "Ouch" wounded people around them.

In the end, only Alan was left standing there, with no fear of the three men in his cold eyes.

All of a sudden, a sly smile spread over the corners of her mouth, the smile gradually widened, and the thin, mocking laughter finally came from her, recalling the empty hall.

"It seems that you came prepared." Alan forced his smile back and looked at the three of them with disdain in their eyes.

Wen Xichun wiped away the scratches on his face, and frowned slightly: "By the way, we are the police, here to investigate the case, and we have a search warrant."

But along with the folder? In the police ID card.

Alan took a deep breath and smiled darkly: "Then say? Say? Look, what exactly do you want to investigate from me?"

Wen Xichun really doesn't want to hide it anymore, maybe something went wrong with the plan at the beginning, why not just lead a brigade to forcibly search, even if the last few cases have nothing to do with Heishui Village, at least they will act according to the regulations and be frank Swinging around, it won't be like it is now? There are no people at both ends.

"The corpses hanging upstairs, Lingzu's body parts in the water tank of the cave, and the victims who died one after another in Huiyuan City had the same symbol tattoos as those in the cave. Please explain."

Alan looked up at them with lowered eyelids, eyes full of contempt.

"It seems that you are really curious." She showed a few white teeth, still smiling brightly.

It's just that when she said this sentence, her gaze was strange, and it passed behind Yao Jingrong for a moment, and then she quickly shifted her gaze back to Wen Xichun's face.

Wen Xichun felt that something was wrong, so he looked around quietly from the corner of his eye, only to be surprised to find that there was a black shadow behind Yao Jingrong!

A "villager" who just got up from the ground, holding a hoe high in his hand, will fall on Yao Jingrong's head in the next moment, and then... maybe there will be no more.

"Rong Xiao? Be careful!" He shouted anxiously, and immediately rushed over uncontrollably.

The pain, the pain that seems to tear the body apart, mixed with a strong smell of blood, spread in the air in an instant.

Yao Jingrong turned her head after hearing the shout, and in front of her was Wen Xichun's pale face, with thick blood streaks slowly flowing down his forehead.

At that moment, he felt as if there was a sudden emptiness in his heart, and the intense pain was overwhelming——

Yao Jingrong kicked over with red eyes, and the villager fell to the ground with a wail. Then he pressed the villager to the ground, snatched the hoe from his hand, and held it up high——

"Yao Jingrong." Suddenly, he pressed his arm with one hand.

Raising his head, Yun Muyao's slightly anxious pupils were in front of him. He shook his head slowly, touched the hoe lightly with his fingers, and took it off with one force.

All of a sudden, everyone seemed to have heard the faint sound of a whistle on the ground, followed by a burst of chaotic footsteps, and countless heads protruded from the cave next to the seventh floor, all wearing police uniforms. cap.

"Those few are Team Wen and the others, right?" Huang Jiu stood at the entrance of the cave, sizing him up with his not-so-good eyes.

It was a mess below, and it was full of corpses or something, but the three people in the middle looked a little familiar.

"It's the Wen team!" Tong Si exclaimed, and immediately led the policemen to climb down the century-old tree.

Alan opened his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the hundreds of SWAT police in front of him, moved back a few steps, and then ran towards the seventh floor.

She really couldn't figure it out, how did these policemen come here? Obviously, obviously, they have worked very hard to live like air...

"Stop her!" Tong Si ordered, and dozens of police officers rushed towards her with guns in hand.

Alan shivered and climbed down from the hole in the ground in the lobby on the first floor, walked across the long stone slab bridge, and finally ran to the black water tank.

But she was just an ordinary girl after all, and was soon surrounded by armed special police.

"Little? Sister, don't move around, bullets don't have eyes?" Tong Si said with a smile.

Alan's pupils trembled violently, and then his body collapsed as if he had lost all his strength, and he fell to his knees beside the water tank.

She looked at the unwilling eyes in the tank, those limbs wrapped in spells, and the scenes of that night came to her mind again.

"What's in the water tank, check it." Tong Si raised his eyebrows and whispered to a police officer beside him.

The policemen held guns in both hands, and their leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the stone slab.

But just as he walked to the water tank, the girl straightened up again, quickly took out a head from the water tank, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

"Grandma...help me...where is the Three-faced God? Where is it, Grandma..." Tears fell in big drops, falling on the?skull and face?

The girl's mourning and crying voice kept revolving in the huge hole, like a child who lost her beloved, full of grievance and unwillingness——

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To get back to the ground from Heishui Village, one must climb over the criss-crossed? Old trees, and then walk through the muddy ground along the narrow? Caves.

Yao Jingrong put Wen Xichun on his back, supported his buttocks with one hand, and grabbed the tree trunk with the other hand. His arms were covered with bloodstains, but he didn't have the slightest bit of blood. Slack, only the heart keeps urging yourself? Voice:

History cannot be allowed to repeat itself.

Huang Jiu looked at the two from below, and reached out his hand to help support their Wen team's body.

"Don't touch him." Yao Jingrong stopped coldly, clenched his teeth, and continued to climb up the old tree.

Huang Jiu was so frightened by his appearance that he didn't dare to move any more, so he could only stand under the tree and open his hands to deal with emergencies at any time.

Wen Xichun was lying on Yao Jingrong's back, his consciousness had begun to blur a little bit, and blood flowed out from the back of his head, dyeing his shirt bright red.

"Are they here..." His voice was weak and misty, like a feather falling gently on Yao Jingrong's heart.

"Here we come." Yao Jingrong took a deep breath, but his red eyes were bent like crescent moons, "Don't worry, they're all here."

After hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun finally squinted his eyes, his eyelids drooping.

A dozen or so police cars and a container-style police truck were parked on the ground, and forensic doctor Cen was also standing among them, looking at the distressed two people and hurried up to meet them.

"What happened, how did you hurt? It's so serious."

Without saying a word, Yao Jingrong carried Wen Xichun into the truck, opened the first-aid kit with trembling fingers, and found the disinfectant inside.

"I'll help." Forensic doctor Cen took a cotton swab and dipped it in some disinfectant. Just a second before his finger touched Wen Xichun's, someone suddenly pressed it down.

She raised her eyes in surprise, and saw Yao Jingrong staring at her coldly, that kind of inexplicable? oppressive feeling struck instantly.

Forensic doctor Cen nodded, and withdrew his hand: "Then I won't make any more trouble."

The police car roared through the barren? Wasteland, and sped towards the nearest? Hospital——