The White Horse Temple is located in the forest in the center of Jingxin Lake, surrounded by water. It is an excellent feng shui location, and its incense has continued to burn continuously since the founding of the Great Liang Dynasty.

The crime scene was outside the main hall of the temple. There were many worshippers today. The Buddha statue collapsed and killed a person, and the scene was chaotic.

By the time Su Yan arrived at the scene, the authorities had already brought the situation under control.

Just then, a strong wind blew through the temple, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, indicating that a heavy rain was about to fall. Yellow paper money fluttered in the wind like snowflakes. Su Yan, carrying her toolbox, walked past the crowd of onlookers and entered the scene.

The Buddha statue had been moved, the corpse was crushed into a pile of flesh, the head was flattened, brain matter was spilled all over the ground, the intestines were squeezed out of the body, and blood and internal organs were mixed together, making it impossible to recognize the original appearance.

Such a shockingly bloody scene was too much for even a seasoned veteran like Sun San to bear. Just one glance was enough to make him vomit uncontrollably, leaning against the wall.

Su Yan remained calm and composed as she squatted down, opened her toolbox, as if it were just an ordinary crime scene in her eyes.

Just then, yellow paper money drifted down into her toolbox. Looking at the paper money, Su Yan seemed to be deep in thought.

Logically speaking, Baima Temple is located in the middle of the lake, several miles away from the shore. How could a gust of wind possibly have accurately carried the paper money to the crime scene?

Su Yan suddenly realized something, quickly stood up, and looked around the temple.

Seeing that Su Yan's expression was off, Sun San assumed that she had discovered something and, suppressing his disgust, went over to ask her.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Sun, how long has it been since the deceased died?"

Sun San scratched the back of his head, puzzled, and thought, "It seems like half an hour has passed."

"Has the wind never stopped since the incident?"

"It's intermittent, isn't it? The wind isn't a person, how can it be controlled? What's wrong with Brother Su Yan? Don't scare me!" Sun San looked around, his eyes showing a hint of fear. To be honest, he also thought that the White Horse Temple was quite eerie.

It's bad enough that someone died in broad daylight, but the surrounding environment was also eerie.

Su Yan did not immediately respond to Sun San's question. She picked up the paper money from the toolbox, stood on a high place facing the wind, and spread her hands to feel the wind direction.

The paper money was blown by the wind like willow catkins, drifting southeast and finally landing in the flower bed.

Based on the temple's layout, Su Yan deduced that the wind was blowing from the northwest, while paper money continued to drift in.

This means the murderer is still at the scene.

Su Yan walked to Sun San's side and said in a low voice, "Brother Sun, take some men to check the northwest direction of the temple. I suspect the murderer is still at the scene."

Upon hearing this, Sun San's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Su Yan nodded. "The wind is intermittent, but the paper money keeps coming in. I think someone must still be scattering paper money."

"I'll take some men to check it out right away..."

"There are many worshippers at the scene, so be careful not to alert them. It would be best to have another group of people guarding the ferry."

"good……"

Sun Sanchao's men made a few hand gestures, and the two groups of people left the scene separately.

After Sun San left, Su Yan continued the autopsy. As she turned around, she saw a figure wearing a white veil gradually walk out of the crowd, seemingly heading towards the backyard.

Su Yan didn't pay much attention and walked towards the corpse on the ground to begin the autopsy.

The deceased, Jingci, was between 25 and 27 years old. Her body was severely damaged, with a ruptured abdominal cavity and her internal organs protruding from her body due to compression. Her skeleton showed extensive comminuted fractures. She died within one hour, and the cause of death was being crushed.

Even the facial features were flattened, so Su Yan could obtain very little valuable information from the corpse.

Then they turned around and walked towards the Buddha statue on the other side.

The Buddha statue is a Guanyin stone statue, more than ten feet tall and five feet wide, weighing over a thousand kilograms. The Guanyin stone statue is in the posture of standing and looking down, holding a purification bottle in one hand and a blue lotus in the other. The face is compassionate and solemn. The carving is very lifelike. It is just a pity that it is stained with blood. The Buddha statue took a life before it was consecrated, which can be called a great taboo.

Su Yan circled the Buddha statue several times, but still couldn't figure out how it had collapsed. It was impossible for human power alone to push down a Buddha statue.

Moreover, the Buddha statue fell down on its own in full view of everyone, and Su Yan really couldn't figure out how the murderer had killed it.

The stone statue showed no problems, so Su Yan turned her attention to the lotus pedestal. The pedestal was separate from the stone statue. In an accident, even the most lifelike stone statue would show signs of damage, but the lotus pedestal was intact, which was rather strange.

Just as Su Yan reached out to inspect the lotus seat, she heard a commotion in the crowd and looked in the direction of the sound.

County Magistrate Guo Huan, knowing that Su Yan had arrived at the crime scene, rushed over in a hurry.

Upon seeing Su Yan, the suppressed anger in his heart finally found a place to vent. He pointed at her nose and cursed, "Su Yan, how exactly are you investigating cases? It's been three days, and you haven't even found a trace of the murderer. How come one murder after another keeps happening? Do you even want to stay in the county government?"

"Lord Guo, please calm down. Your subordinate is incompetent. This case is different from the past. The murderer has been planning this for a long time and it cannot be solved in just a few days."

Upon hearing this, Guo Huan became even angrier. He grabbed Su Yan by the collar, pulled her over, glared at her, and cursed, "Three or five more days? If we don't solve this case today, do you think I've been wearing my official hat for too long? If this series of cases gets to the higher-ups, neither of us will have an easy time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of her hand, his eyes scanning the scene, shouting Sun San's name, "Sun San, Sun San, where did you go again..."

At this moment, Sun San came out carrying a little beggar who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The little beggar struggled fiercely, kicking and hitting, even biting Sun San's arm until it bled, but he still couldn't budge him an inch.

Guo Huan was puzzled when he saw Sun San grabbing a little beggar. "What are you doing?"

Sun San loosened the little beggar's collar and replied, "Sir, as Su Yan said, I indeed caught the person scattering paper money on the roof of the temple in the northwest corner."

After saying that, he gave a look to the constables behind him, and they wisely laid out their tools: a small basket containing half a handful of unscattered paper money.

"Why are you arresting me? I haven't broken any laws," the little beggar retorted stubbornly.

Guo Huan looked at Su Yan and asked, "What happened? Is he the serial killer?"

"Lord Guo, without solid evidence, I dare not make wild guesses. Please allow me some time to interrogate him."

After saying that, Su Yan walked up to the little beggar and looked him up and down. "What's going on with this paper money?"

The little beggar saw a white sheet covering something at the scene, but upon seeing a large pool of blood on the ground, he immediately realized someone had died. His face turned deathly pale, especially when he saw Su Yan's cold, piercing gaze. He was so frightened that his tongue stammered, "I...I...I..."

Seeing that the little beggar was too frightened to speak, Su Yan smiled and comforted him, "Don't be afraid. I know you didn't kill him. You have to tell the truth to prove your innocence. What's the deal with this paper money?"

Perhaps Su Yan's words of comfort had worked, for the little beggar stammered, "A young woman gave me two taels of silver and told me to scatter this basket of paper money on the roof when the wind picked up. She said she would give me three taels of silver after I finished. But before I finished, this official arrested me. I really don't know anything else... Waaah..."

Have you ever seen your wife's face?

The little beggar shook his head, crying, "No, that woman was wearing a white veiled hat, I didn't see her face."