Ghost Murder Case

Quanzi's mother's teeth chattered: "What, what do you mean that one died before being born?"

Liu Xiangu stood in the middle of the yard with blood all over her face: "He is dead but not gone. You didn't let him be born, so he has been following you."

"He was too young when he died. Now he can't beat the little ghost of the Ren family, so he can only hide in his brother's body."

"How could he hurt his own brother!" Quanzi's mother started crying again.

Liu Xiangu gave her final advice: "Your child needs your guidance. We outsiders can't help."

After saying that, she turned and left. Quan Zi's mother crawled forward a few steps on her knees and hugged her legs, as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw:

"Aunt! I can take care of my child by myself, but I can only rely on you for the other one. Please help me!"

Quanzi's mother begged the Ren couple: "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, please help me beg my aunt."

Ren Shanshan's father quickly said something nice: "Master, please save the child! After the matter is done, we will definitely help you become famous in the surrounding area..."

Maybe it was the bunch of nice words that moved Liu Xiangu, or maybe it was that Liu Xiangu finally found a way out. She sighed: "Just think of it as doing it for the child."

Quanzi's mother burst into tears.

Liu Xiangu carefully asked Ren Shanshan's father why he changed Ren Zhaodi's name to Ren Yechan.

After finding out the whole story, she went to the store at the foot of the mountain in person and bought a bunch of food that the children liked to eat. She also requisitioned the snacks that her cousin's wife brought as a guest.

Then she directed everyone to set up the altar and found a new frame for her sister's photo.

The new mourning hall was set up in Quanzi's courtyard. Although there were no elegiac couplets or flower baskets, Liu Xiangu tried her best to decorate it decently.

Liu Xiangu carefully placed the offerings on the altar. Shanshan's mother came over shyly: "Aunt, the mourning hall in my house..."

"Let's retreat." Liu Xiangu waved her hand without even raising her head.

Dad grabbed Mom's arm, dragged her to a corner, and scolded her: "Are you stupid or bad to take the little greedy boy home?"

"She is our daughter after all," said the mother dejectedly.

"She's out to harm people, how dare you recognize her!" Dad raised his hand as if to hit someone. Mom was so scared that she closed her eyes and shrank her neck, not daring to mention the funeral hall at home again.

When everything was arranged and it was dark, Fairy Liu asked the three people from the Ren family to go back first.

Ren Shanshan's father wanted to please the master: "Do you think there is anything else we can help you with?"

"No matter what noise is made, do not come in. I will be keeping vigil, so at least tonight will be peaceful. Come knock on the door at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will have the result then."

Dad nodded quickly and took the family back to sleep.

The wrought iron gate of Quanzi's house closed in front of them. A crisp sound of locking came from behind the door, and it seemed as if the inside and outside of the door were separated into two different worlds.

The illusionist had already mastered the pattern of this strange story. She did not feel sleepy at all, but she closed her eyes immediately after returning home, and the next day came as expected.

As expected, something unexpected happened and no one opened the door for them.

My father had no choice but to find the village chief, who called the police. The police brought a locksmith and it took some effort to open the door.

Inside the door is a scene of hell.

The brazier on the ground was still warm. Quanzi's body was lying next to it, with piles of yellow paper underneath.

Several of the snacks that were originally neatly arranged on the altar had been eaten. Quanzi was holding half a piece in his hand, and there was an empty bowl on the ground.

The body of Liu Xiangu was lying in the chicken coop in the courtyard, with a sharp, narrow-blade kitchen knife stabbed into the middle of her throat from bottom to top.

She was killed with one blow from the narrow knife, and her blood flowed through the cracks in the blue bricks into the chicken coop. A hen was pecking at the blood on the ground.

Ren Shanshan's mother was so frightened by the corpse in the yard that she was speechless. Then she instinctively called out: "Mother-in-law! Quanzi's mother! Where are you?"

Two policemen from the police station rushed over from the foot of the mountain, and they had obviously never seen such a scene before.

One policeman called to report the situation to his superior, while the other was busy maintaining order at the scene.

When the police officer who was maintaining order heard Ren Shanshan's mother's cry, his face changed: "There is someone else in the room"

The doors and windows on the first floor of the small building were all locked, fortunately the locksmith hadn't left yet.

The moment he opened the door, the locksmith covered his mouth and nose.

“Ahem…”

There was a smell in the house similar to that of rotten eggs, and the illusionist shouted: "Don't go in yet, it's a natural gas leak!"

The main component of natural gas is methane, which is a colorless and odorless gas in itself, but a special odorant is added during its use to enable people to quickly detect natural gas leaks.

When methane burns in an enclosed space, it produces carbon monoxide due to the lack of sufficient oxygen.

Carbon monoxide is harmful to the human body. It can combine with hemoglobin in the blood to form stable carboxyhemoglobin, which prevents oxygen from being transported normally to various parts of the body, causing coma or even death.

The illusionist understood that Quanzi's mother in the room was probably in great danger.

The police officers and locksmiths on the scene did not give up on the rescue.

The locksmith quickly opened the locked window to keep the room ventilated. The police immediately contacted the fire department, reported the situation, and asked them to bring professional equipment.

After some trouble, the county police, fire department and ambulance all arrived.

The firefighters, fully armed, broke open the locked kitchen door and lifted Quanzi's mother out from a cushion on the ground.

Quanzi's mother held all the keys to the house tightly in her hand.

The emergency doctor shook his head: "No signs of life, preliminary diagnosis is death."

The subsequent formal confirmation of death requires professional doctors to make a judgment, but everyone knows that Quanzi’s mother is dead.

A woman with no relatives but property, no one here wants her to be alive.

Ren Shanshan's voice suddenly rang in the memory master's mind: "This is the famous Ren Zhaodi ghost murder case, also known as the mountain village secret room murder case."

"I have always firmly believed that ghosts exist in the world and that my sister turned into a ghost to seek revenge, but the police's criminal investigation experts and hired detectives said that Quan Zi's mother was the murderer."

"I know why they say that, because they are cowards and cannot accept that there are ghosts in the world."

As soon as Ren Shanshan finished speaking, everyone in Quanzi's courtyard disappeared, and there were only three corpses left in the whole house except for the illusionist.

The yellow paper in the brazier was burning fiercely, and the jumping flames reflected the distorted shadows around it, as if it would never burn out.

In the sky, the ashes from the burning yellow paper fell like snow. They were as light as mist and seemed to have no substance.

The illusionist suddenly had a local tabloid in his hand, with a huge headline on the front page: Shock! Ren Zhaodi's ghost killed people! The evil child was dissatisfied with his parents' name and returned to the soul for revenge!

The three exclamation marks were about to poke the illusionist in the face. She ignored the corpse and sat on the steps and opened the newspaper.

[As the saying goes, our body and hair are given by our parents. Our name, like our hair and skin, is given by our parents. We cannot change it casually, and we cannot be picky about it.

The Ren family had a rebellious girl who always wanted to change her name. Her name was Zhaodi.

Zhaodi, what a good name, it contains the parents' expectations and blessings for the next child. It is part of the family heritage and part of her identity.

However, Ren Zhaodi was not satisfied with her name. She was greedy and lazy. Not only did she steal candies from her neighbors, but she was also unwilling to help her parents with work during the busy farming season.

When her father came home from farming and scolded her, she ran up the mountain in a rainstorm and died in a mudslide.

Her parents raised her with great difficulty, not expecting her to be able to support them in their old age, but only hoping that she would marry into a good family and have something to look forward to for the rest of her life.

Ren Zhaodi was selfish and had poor psychological endurance. She did not consider that her parents were old and had no one to take care of them, and ended her life in a fit of anger.

Those without virtue are incompetent during their lifetime, and will cause no peace to anyone after their death...】

The illusionist pinched his nose and read quickly until he reached this point. He had to briefly agree with Ren Shanshan.

It's a pity that there are no ghosts in the world. If ghosts really do exist, the writers of this newspaper wouldn't dare to write nonsense about them.

Skipping the part that resembled foot binding, the Memory Master went straight to the case.

[......The above are the facts learned by our reporter when visiting Ren Zhaodi’s village. The following characters are all pseudonyms.

After investigation, it was found that after an accident many years ago, Quan Zi's mother misappropriated the donation funds for serious illnesses, causing her husband and son to miss the best time for treatment. In the end, her husband died and her son was left with sequelae of epilepsy.

The day before the incident, the charlatan Liu Xiangu pretended to be mysterious and hinted that she knew the secret in order to gain Quan Zi's mother's trust.

Quan Zi's mother was afraid of Liu Xiangu and wanted to kill her.

Ren Zhaodi, who died during the ritual, was possessed by Liu Xiangu, and Quan Zi's mother wanted to put the blame of murder on the ghost.

Liu Xiangu stayed at Quanzi's house on the pretext of continuing to perform rituals. Quanzi's mother first poisoned the sacrificial snacks, and then gave Liu Xiangu a bowl of poisonous soup.

However, she didn't expect that Liu Xiangu didn't eat any snacks or drink any soup.

Her son's delirium symptoms were relieved and he got up to look for food. He accidentally ate snacks and poisonous soup and died of poisoning.

After Quan Zi's mother found out that she had killed her son by mistake, she collapsed physically and mentally. She stabbed Liu Xiangu to death with a knife, then took sleeping pills, turned on the natural gas in the kitchen, and closed the doors and windows to commit suicide.

Next to this text is a photo of a middle-aged man wearing an exaggerated white suit.

There is a line of small words under the photo: Bai Ma, the foreign detective hired for this case.

The Memory Master had heard of this White Horse Detective. He was already in his fifties and had long since retired to become a boss.

It is said that he acted flamboyantly in his early years and liked to gain fame for himself. He called himself the White Horse Detective Shi Chuansheng, so his fans called him the Prince Charming.

That’s right, White Horse Detective is just a title, his name is not Bai Ma, his name is Shi Chuansheng.

[After the local criminal investigation experts and the White Horse detectives gave their reasoning results, doubts arose in society, and many people insisted that this was a closed-room murder and the murderer was not Quan Zi's mother.

However, apart from the fingerprints of people related to the case, no other fingerprints were detected at the scene.

However, according to the publicly available poison identification, the poison in the dim sum and the soup are not the same, and the White Horse Detective's reasoning cannot explain why Quanzi's mother put different poisons in the two foods.

In response to this, the White Horse Detective gave the answer: The poison in the snack was put there by Fairy Liu.

The poison in the snacks was the most common rat poison, and the method of poisoning was quite crude. It was Liu Xiangu who poisoned the offerings in order to "poison" Ren Zhaodi's ghost and stop her from doing evil.

Shortly after the incident, empty packages of rat poison were found on the way from the convenience store at the foot of the mountain to Quanzi's home on the mountain, and Liu Xiangu's fingerprints were detected on the packages.

Some mystery enthusiasts are still puzzled by another clue at the crime scene - a hole for a water pipe in the kitchen wall.

After a field survey, it was found that the hole was not even the size of a basketball and was too small for anyone to pass through.

This case is now closed. 】

The Memory Master turned the page and saw a short editor's note after the case.

The last paragraph of the editor's note at least has some human language. The general idea is to call on parents not to give their children malicious names such as Zhaodi, Saohuo, Changui and Jiannu.

Although a name is just a code, it will accompany a person throughout his life. I hope that the relevant departments will play a supervisory and management role when registering newborns.

This was not the end of the story. The illusionist read all the other information he could get from the newspaper again, and then put the newspaper down with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

The illusionist didn't even look at the body on the ground, her first stop was the kitchen.

After searching the entire kitchen, the illusionist finally found the hole mentioned in the newspaper.

The hole for the water pipe to pass through the wall was actually drilled in the cupboard. It may be that the hole was drilled in the wall first, and then it was found that connecting the water pipe was of little use, and the hole was not good-looking, so it was covered with a cupboard.

The Memory Master crawled into the closet, measured the size of the hole with his head, tilted his body, and crawled through it in one go.

There was a chicken coop outside, and the body of Liu Xiangu was lying on the ground.

The illusionist calmly asked Ren Shanshan: "Your sister is not dead, right?"