That night was the last time I got drunk in my life.
The next morning, I called home again to report that I was safe, and then, accompanied by Ma Haibo, I visited my uncle who was still being treated in the hospital. At noon, we took the shabby police car to Qingshanjie.
In the car, Ma Haibo thanked me for a while. He said that the social impact of this case was very bad, and the bosses were urging them urgently. They were so busy that they were jumping on their feet, but they didn’t have any clues. Fortunately, I was there.
Strange people helped. I felt that since I played the poison yesterday, his attitude towards me has become very fawning. I didn't say anything, nodded to show that I knew, didn't deny it, and squinted my eyes to think about things.
The two corpse dismemberment cases both occurred at night. The first victim was an idle bachelor from Segai Village. He was thirty-two years old. He usually made a living by doing small jobs at construction sites, but he was too lazy to make a living.
, likes to join in the fun, and if he wants to fight, a few dozen yuan and a good meal and a good meal can persuade him; the second deceased was a young man who came back from working outside. He had no enemies and just wanted to have a drink. The two are like a village.
Dongtou and the five groups in the west of the same village are completely unrelated and have no connection.
The only thing is that both of them were cut into more than a dozen pieces and thrown into the wilderness.
After the car passed Qingmeng Township, the road conditions were much worse. There were many rocks on the road. Going to Segai Village made me dizzy. But by this time, my health had improved. I kept reciting the Nine-Character Heart Sutra silently in my heart, and I didn’t feel any pain.
How tired I am. When I arrived at Segai Village, there was still a tense atmosphere and people were panicked. The task force stationed by the Public Security Bureau in Segai Village had not withdrawn. They were still investigating. A police officer in his forties asked a few questions.
Ma Haibo didn't ask any more questions.
It can be seen that Ma Haibo's status in their team is quite high.
Ma Haibo was called to a meeting, and I wandered around the village. This is a poor mountain village, 80% of the houses are dilapidated wooden tile houses, and the living quarters are scattered, with a few houses in the east and a few in the west.
The house was in a state of disgrace. There were several children in crotchless pants playing in the mud beside the village road, but no one was paying attention. A blind old man was basking in the sun in his own yard, smoking dry cigarettes.
A slovenly man came from the village and saw several children playing in the mud. He ran over and said with a smile: "Come on, let me show you, I picked up a pile of gold. Haha, I picked up a pile of gold."
Well..." The children dispersed in a hurry, running and shouting: "The madman is coming, the madman is coming..." The man was shirtless and ran past me with a crooked face: "I'm not going to lie to you.
This is not cow shit." A junior boy of fourteen or fifteen years old ran over to help him: "Uncle, uncle, why did you run out again?"
The young man helped the man to the back of the village, and the man murmured to himself: "This is not cow dung, it is gold!"
I always felt something was wrong, so I ran to ask the blind old man: "Grandpa, was that man crazy just now?"
The blind old man put away his cigarette, rolled his white eyeballs, groped for the stool next to him and greeted me: "Are you a member of the public family coming to the village? Come, sit, sit." I sat down and he said, "Oh,
Yes, Wang Baosong is a lunatic now." I asked, wasn't he before?
"No, he used to be a filial son in the village. He was almost forty and still guarding this field to live with his mother. Unfortunately, he picked up a large pile of gold on the mountain the year before last. He thought he would make a fortune by selling it.
, but was accused of being a fraud, and was imprisoned for more than a year before he was released, and this is the result. There is no money to treat him, and no one to care about him. His mother is already half dead, and there is no way to care about him..."
I remembered what my brother-in-law told me, and I didn't expect that it was the crazy man I met.
"How is his mother now?" I continued to ask. The blind old man sighed: "Well, what can we do? Fortunately, Qing Yazi is taking care of her, otherwise she would have died in the past two years." Qing Yazi? I am very surprised.
In other words, the blind old man told me that Qing Yaozi was the young man just now, and he was slightly related to Wang Baosong’s family, so he often helped them. In the past two years, Qing Yaozi and his family have helped take care of Wang Baosong’s family.
Only two people survived.
He is a good person! I thought.
Many people say that the countryside is simple and simple, and it is the last paradise for mankind. Probably not many people who say this have ever stayed in the countryside. In fact, it is the same everywhere. I don’t know about other places, but in the rural areas I have stayed in and come into contact with
Here, I often encounter brothers who are separated and have disagreements, widows who are bullied in front of their homes, or who are being molested... There is no filial son in bed for a long time, let alone a little relative. If you can step forward to take care of him at this time, you can be regarded as a good person doing good deeds.
When people are poor, they have short ambitions. When people are afraid of being poor, what can't they do?
At this time, Ma Haibo came to me and said he would take me to the first murder scene to have a look. I asked him if there were any clues there? He said yes, but they had all been sent to the bureau for testing. I said, what should I do there?
?I'm not a god. He smiled and said that even if it wasn't, it was pretty close. I told him what I had just heard, and Ma Haibo said he knew it. Although he was not the one who handled it, he had read the files and it was ironclad.
No need to turn over.
I laughed and said that ordinary people said that Huang Laoya was bullying others. Isn't there something fishy about it?
Ma Haibo laughed loudly and said there was something fishy about it.
When he saw that I didn't believe it, he said he would go back and show me the file. The evidence was conclusive and it was really an ironclad case. When he said this, he remembered something again and said that the file he showed me yesterday was about the mysterious death of a seven-year-old girl.
Well, her father is Huang Laoya, and this boss is also unlucky. Not only did his daughter die tragically, but he also suffered a severe illness and is probably about to die now. He also said to me: "Remember that beautiful girl Huang Fei yesterday?
No, her uncle is Huang Laoya."
I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and I told him that I was going to the madman's house to take a look. Ma Haibo looked at me and said, do you sympathize? I smiled and said I didn't know, I just wanted to take a look. Ma Haibo
After agreeing, he called a village cadre and took us to Wang Baosong's house at the back of the village to have a look. I felt like I was a little nervous and my mind was cluttered.
As I walked past a livestock shed, I couldn't help but stare at the old buffalo inside.
The old buffalo was eating grass. It was old and eating very hard. When I looked at it, it also raised its head to look at me. The two of us stared at each other for a while. I was like a man possessed. Even Ma Haibo
I couldn't even hear him. The old cow looked at me, and suddenly, his bright black eyes shed tears. I touched its face through the fence, but it didn't move, so I took a small handful.
Tears come.
Then we continued walking, and Ma Haibo asked me what I was doing. I wiped cow tears on my eyelids and said it was nothing.
Ma Haibo grabbed my hand and said, "Did you see something?" I stopped and asked him, "What's wrong?" Ma Haibo's face turned a little pale, and he told me that the second person who was killed was that person.
The son of a family. At this time, I remembered that the things I just did seemed to be done unconsciously.
Could it be that the golden silkworm Gu in my body is controlling my consciousness?
Somewhere in my heart is singing happily, it seems like a green sprout has just emerged from the fertile soil, soft and weak, carefully connecting to me, like a little pet, and like a child abandoned by its parents.
, longing for the care of my family, damn it, why do I feel this way? Could it be that this natal Gu has been conquered by me? How is that possible? The book says that the Golden Silkworm Gu lasts at least half a year, and can last for more than ten years. It requires daily prayer.
, chanting sutras night after night, only then can you slowly change your mind and take it back into your own.
I know that although I was able to instruct it to poison Yang Yu yesterday, it was mostly driven by force.
But deep down in my heart, there is a consciousness telling me: Where to go, go there...
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After a while, we arrived at Wang Baosong’s house.
This is an old wooden house with two rooms and a kitchen at the back. Half of it has collapsed. Wang Baosong was sitting in the messy yard of his house, staring blankly ahead. In front of him were undulating mountains and terraced fields.
The clear river was like a silver ribbon, winding into the distance. When he saw Ma Haibo in uniform, Wang Baosong immediately jumped up, knelt on the dirt in panic, and shouted: "Report to the government, I am not lying, it is really gold."
,Really are……"
He nodded while talking.
Ma Haibo's face was very ugly. At this time, there was a thud in the house, and the young man named Qing Yazi ran out. He looked at the three of us, with a look of caution on his face: "Who are you? What are you doing?" He was dressed in clean clothes.
Wearing a yellowish blue school uniform, with the logo of Qingmeng Primary School embroidered on the left chest, he looks very energetic, but his ears are a bit big, and he has wind-prone ears.
Ma Haibo said: "Little classmate, we are here to see Wang Baosong and his mother."
His tone was gentle and his face was kind, but Qing Yazi still looked at us warily for a while, and then shouted into the house: "Mistress, someone is here to see you." After saying that, he took us in, and I looked at the desolate, even weeds.
They didn't even know the yard, didn't say anything, and just followed Ma Haibo.
There was a musty smell in the house, which was the smell of old cotton and rotten wood. The air was not circulated. There was a bed in the dark room. I saw a haggard old man lying in it, lying on his side with brown hair.
The red woolen hat and the mosquito net had turned gray-black. "Qingyaozi, turn on the light." The old man's voice was weak. There was a click and the light came on. It was a 30-watt incandescent lamp, dim and yellow. Qingyaozi moved
A few benches came over, and Ma Haibo sat on the bedside and said a few casual words.
I looked around at the inside of the house. Except for some decades-old furniture, the real house had only four walls.
However, that is not what I pay attention to. After wiping the cow's tears, I can see more extraordinary things: the whole room is filled with black air, and there is a faint and sour air floating around, especially in a grid under the bed.
, and even more so with a solemn aura of corpse. The old man on the bed looked more like a dead person than a living person, and the young man who was serving tea and pouring water at the side also had a ferocious aura on his forehead.
Where did this energy come from? How could I see it?
Because my eyes are painted with cow tears. Cows rarely cry. The saddest time in their lives is when they are being put on the slaughterhouse. They are kind-hearted and hardworking, but they are usually considered to be able to communicate with the spirit world. Animals, in ancient Miao and Dong villages, were generally sacrificed with cow heads. There are two types of sacrifices: raw sacrifices and cooked sacrifices. In some places, cows are regarded as gods, such as Hinduism, such as Buyi in southwest my country. The Gelao people have the "Ox God Festival", "Ox King Bodhisattva Festival", "Ox King Festival" and so on... In short, you can see different things by applying cow tears (if some people don't believe it, you can When someone is having a funeral, put a little on it and see).
The water that Qing Yazi brought to me was dark and full of grease. I held it in my hand without drinking it. Ma Haibo and the village cadre didn’t show any airs and didn’t pay attention. After two sips, Wang Baosong kept fucking going.
When she was coughing, she saw me and asked: "Young boy, why do you look familiar to me? Where are you from?" I said I was from Dadunzi Town. She said, oh, and looked at me weakly,
I stared at her under the mosquito net again and said that my grandmother was called Long Laolan.
She stopped talking and the atmosphere became tense. Ma Haibo asked to go back. I took out a thousand yuan from my pocket and put it next to the pillow.
When I came out, I saw Wang Baosong huddled in the corner of the hall, and I felt that his messy hair was filled with the smell of blood.
I walked a long way, and I felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at me in that dilapidated little house. It was as bright as a flashlight in the dark night, and it was so cold that it made people shiver.
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