After about twenty minutes, Duan Linlin and Xiao Ning finally removed all the asphalt from the bottom of the coffin, revealing the words on the bottom of the coffin. To be precise, the bottom of the coffin not only contained words, but also patterns.
The pattern in the center is a bust of a man. This man has a rather rugged appearance. The most important thing is that there are two horns on the top of his head, and the words are surrounding his body.
"These characters seem to be in ancient Miao script." Xiao Ning looked at them for a while and then said, "But I don't know the specific characters."
"Mr. Zhang, how about I leave for Dongxing Village immediately and bring Wu Jun, the chief of the Miao tribe?" Xiao Chong asked, looking at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan glanced at Xiao Chong, thought for a moment and then said: "Go ahead!"
This pattern and text were one of the few clues in Qin Sheng's tomb. Naturally, he wanted to figure out these patterns and text.
"Xiao Ning is not sure that this is ancient Miao writing. It may also be related to the Zhuang or other ethnic minorities. When you come to pick up Wu Jun, you also pick up the village chief of Dongxing Village." Zhang Fan continued.
"Is there anything else you would like to advise Mr. Zhang?" Xiao Chong asked.
"The biggest advice is to pay attention to safety. Once something happens, life is the most important thing." Zhang Fan said.
Xiao Chong nodded heavily.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang. Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was Big Fatty calling.
"Hello..." Zhang Fan answered the phone.
"Mr. Zhang, I have finished my work and have returned to the village. Where are you now?" A fat voice came from the microphone.
"I'm at the cemetery in your village." Zhang Fan replied.
"Oh... the cemetery!" There was a hint of fear in the big fat voice.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered something and asked: "Big Fatty, is Qin Sheng's son still alive?"
"His youngest son is still alive, but he is 95 years old this year. Not only does he suffer from cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, but he also suffers from Alzheimer's disease. It is almost impossible to find out about Qin Sheng's situation from him." Big Fatty replied.
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"I understand, I have something to deal with here, so let's not talk about it for now." Zhang Fan said, and after finishing speaking, Zhang Fan hung up the phone.
"I thought that Qin Sheng's son was long dead. I thought about comparing the skin tissue and bones obtained from the corpse with the DNA of Qin Sheng's grandson. I didn't expect that Qin Sheng's son was still alive. With his son's DNA
With DNA comparison, the accuracy will be higher." Zhang Fan glanced at Xiao Chong and Duan Linlin and said.
"I will immediately get some tissue from Qin Sheng's son, and then take the skin and bones from the corpse to identify it together." Duan Linlin arranged a task for herself.
"You go with Lao Xiao, and then ask Lao Xiao to drop you at the door of the Pinghuang County Public Security Bureau. After completing the appraisal, take a taxi back." Zhang Fan said.
"Okay!" Duan Linlin responded.
Afterwards, Xiao Chong and Duan Linlin left the cemetery together.
Only Xiao Ning and Zhang Fan were left in the entire cemetery. Qin Sheng's grave had been dug up and the coffin had been opened. They could not leave here.
The two of them were doing nothing, and Xiao Ning suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhang
, for a capable person like you, who wants money and power, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about at ordinary times, right?”
Zhang Fan looked at Xiao Ning and smiled, "Everyone has troubles, but we just don't have to worry about money anymore."
"I thought people with money and power wouldn't have anything to worry about." Xiao Ning laughed dryly.
Zhang Fan was not good at chatting, and it was awkward to sit like this, so after Zhang Fan told Xiao Ning to rest, he started practicing on his own.
During the practice, three hours passed quickly. It was already dark. After Zhang Fan's stomach grumbled, Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes. He was already hungry.
At this moment, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang again, and it was still the call from Big Fatty. Zhang Fan answered the phone, and Big Fat's eager voice came from the phone, "Mr. Zhang, you have finished handling the matter there.
?"
"No." Zhang Fan replied, "Let's forget about this dinner today. We have plenty of opportunities."
"How about... how about I go to the cemetery to find you? I'll just bring you some food." Big Fatty said.
"I know you are afraid of this cemetery. If you don't dare to come, don't force yourself." Zhang Fan said.
"It's okay, I will take this step sooner or later, just wait for me." Big Fatty said very firmly.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan saw a car approaching from a distance. On the main road to the north of the cemetery, he saw a big fat man dragging his fat body and holding a big box in the direction of Zhang Fan.
Come quickly.
When he ran in front of Zhang Fan, his fat face was covered with sweat. He looked at Zhang Fan and grinned. He glanced at the grave next to him with some fear, and said quietly: "I finally ran over."
Seeing the fat appearance at this time, Zhang Fan smiled.
"Don't be afraid, there are no evil spirits in this cemetery." Zhang Fan looked at the big fat man and said.
Zhang Fan has carefully felt the information of this cemetery, and there is not a trace of soul energy or yin energy, which means that there are no evil spirits like yin ghosts in this cemetery.
"Oh..." Big Fatty responded, but the fear in his eyes did not disappear immediately.
"What kind of food did you bring for us?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Hot pot, let's cook the meat in a copper pot." The fat man chuckled and took out the copper pot, charcoal meat and vegetables, put them on the wooden board he brought with him, and found an open space to place these things.
Come down.
Zhang Fan and Xiao Ning looked at each other. This was their first time eating hot pot in a cemetery!
However, since they have brought it all over and they are hungry, let's eat.
Zhang Fan and Xiao Ning washed their hands several times with the barreled water and soap brought by Datang. They helped the big fat man get the seasonings and light the charcoal fire. After everything was done, they sat down around the table.
, the fat man poured Zhang Fan a drink and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's cold at night. Let's have a drink. Will you stop rejecting me?"
"Okay." Zhang Fan smiled and nodded. The big fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and came over to deliver food to them, and it was hot pot. Naturally, he wanted to give the big fat man this face.
Moreover, with Zhang Fan's drinking capacity, drinking seven or eight taels will not affect him at all.
After receiving Zhang Fan's consent, the fat man looked happy and immediately poured himself a glass. The three of them chatted while eating and drinking.
"Mr. Zhang, after I finished handling the matter today, I met with a supplier who wants to cooperate with us. The supplier said some things that may be of interest to you," Da Pang said.