Qin Shaobai returned to the county government office full of passion and rushed directly to Song Ci's autopsy room.
Song Ci should have finished the autopsy on Mr. Qian and saw that he was playing chess with himself there.
"How's it going? What's the gain?"
"Tell me, now my black seed has surrounded all the white ones. Where should I put this white seed in order to bring it back to life?"
Song Ci stared at his chessboard and asked seriously.
"Why do you ancients like to ask such silly questions? How about you learn from Mr. Xu Zhu and just throw the ball at will? Maybe fate will break this cage chess game."
"Mr. Xu Zhu?" Song Ci didn't even raise his eyes, "However, what Shaobai said is right. Instead of looking forward and backward, hesitating and missing the opportunity, I might as well fight with my back to the wall, risk everything, and maybe win for this white guy.
A ray of hope."
"That's right, let's put ourselves to death and live again. Mr. Song, let's not have any idiom competition. Please tell me the status of Mr. Qian's autopsy. Are there any good clues?"
Song Ci shook his head: "I really don't dare to play this chess. If I put myself to death, it is very likely that everyone will betray me and die without a burial place."
"Mr. Song, Sir Ti Xingguan."
When Qin Shaobai heard Song Ci's idioms popping up one after another, his face looked like he was possessed. He was so anxious that he snatched the white piece from his hand and threw it on the chessboard casually.
"Good chess, really good chess." Song Ci burst out laughing, "Shaobai, I really want to thank you for making the choice for me."
"Master Song, please stop playing chess. Let me ask you, where are the autopsy results?"
After saying that, he stepped forward very worried and touched Song Ci's forehead, "Mr. Song, could it be that you were accidentally infected during the autopsy or were poisoned by some kind of poison?"
"Master Qian's stomach is very clean. There are no algae, fish or other things that a drowned person should have. Moreover, there are palm prints on his back. I believe that he should be the same as Qian Hong.
Beat him to death with one slap and throw him into the river."
"You could have just said no earlier."
Qin Shaobai simply sat down and studied the chess game in front of Song Ci.
"Doesn't Bai Zi have several ways to survive now? Originally, I really wanted to finish this game with you. However, since it is proven that Mr. Qian was killed, we must find the murderer first."
"Shaobai, you are right." Song Ci smiled, "I just thought about this move just to find the murderer."
Qin Shaobai stood up and walked around the chessboard for a long time: "Is there any trace of the murderer on this chessboard?"
Song Ci shook his head.
Qin Shaobai continued to circle: "Does this chess game hide the murderer's name?"
Song Ci shook his head again.
Qin Shaobai stopped spinning around and directly pressed Song Ci's shoulder: "Then what does Mr. Song mean when he said that you are thinking about this game to find out the murderer?"
"This is not what I meant." Song Ci stood up and walked to the dissection room. After a moment, he walked out again, but with an extra tray in his hand.
The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Qin Shaobai almost covered his mouth. He pointed to the anatomy room with his finger: "It was taken out of Mr. Qian's stomach?"
"Yes, to be precise, it was taken out of Master Qian's stomach."
Qin Shaobai had to look at the tray and saw that it was a piece of sealed paper. What was drawn on the paper was actually a game of chess.
He quickly took another look at the chessboard. The chess game on the paper was actually the same as the chess game on the chess board.
"I just laid out the chessboard according to the chessboard on this paper."
Qin Shaobai understood that the murderer must have made Mr. Qian swallow the piece of paper with the chess game on it, and in order to prevent the paper from being digested by gastric juice, he had sealed it, which was really thoughtful.
But why should Mr. Qian swallow a chess game?
He was really confused by this murderer.
What is the purpose of deliberately setting up so many traps?
First, he found Qian Jincai, a prodigal son, and then spent a lot of money and time to lure Qian Jincai to do bad things. Then he inspired Mr. Qian to kill his son, and then coerced him to report a false case to the government. However, he killed Qian Hong and wanted to kill him.
The blame was placed on Beizhang.
They just had some clues here to prove that it was not Beizhang who beat Qian Hong to death, but there was an immediate reaction over there. They used the lives of the entire Qian family to threaten Master Qian, dig up Qian Jincai's body and expose it in the wilderness, and then took Qian Hong's body to the wilderness.
Master Qian killed him and even pretended that Master Qian committed suicide out of fear of crime.
I thought that with their arrival, the case had reached a deadlock again, but who would have thought that they actually hid a chess game in Mr. Qian's belly.
All this made Qin Shaobai feel that the other party did not want to deal with the government, but wanted to test whether he, the county magistrate, had the ability to find them out.
"He nnd, is he testing me?"
Qin Shaobai sat down and said, "You shouldn't use so many destructive tricks to test me."
"Master Qin, you are really smart, but they are testing me now."
Song Ci said, turning over the piece of paper.
Behind the chessboard, there are indeed two lines of words, one of which is written very clearly. It says, Sir Song is respectfully invited to solve the chess game. If you complete the solution, you will naturally receive a heavy reward.
"Big prize? How do they know if we have solved the game?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. They can set up such ingenious games one after another, and they will naturally tell us how to tell us the answer."
Song Ci suddenly laughed, "Tell me, if I tell them that you stole my pieces and placed them randomly in this chess game, what will they think?"
"No matter what he thinks, he is still a pervert."
Qin Shaobai was so angry that he knocked over the chessboard with one hand.
Suddenly, he remembered that Song Ci had said that there was a row of words written on the back of the piece of paper, so he asked anxiously, "Sir Song, what is written on the other line of words?"
"That other line..."
Song Ci's brows were furrowed, and his face was more solemn than before.
"I can still think of a reason for this chessboard, but for that row of words, I really have no clue at all."
"Sir Song, don't be too pretentious. What exactly is written in that typeface?"
Song Ci said nothing and just opened the paper in the tray.
Sure enough, the large paragraph that Song Cigang said was written in small regular script, and in the lower right corner of the paper, there were actually a few words composed of countless dead ants:
Duzi, when will you wake up!
Qin Shaobai felt that his eyes were dark, and those dead ants seemed to be alive, one by one, burrowing into his throat, into his stomach, and into his heart.
That heartbreaking feeling came back again.
He could see his hands shaking.
He could feel his body shaking.
He also felt Song Ci running over and calling him worriedly.
He could even feel Li Xian, Zhou Qu and others running over.
However, he couldn't hear anything.
In his ears, amid the mournful sound of the flute, the man's chanting began again.
Qin Shaobai, who was holding his head and screaming wildly, finally heard a thump.
Before landing, he thought, none of this is true.
The sound of the flute is not real,
The man's roar wasn't true either.
Azolla is naturally not real.
he thinks,
He was just frightened by the dense ants and fainted.