Pigpen Incident
Zhong Ling woke up from her meditation and looked at her phone.
"Well, it's time for another live broadcast." Zhong Ling opened the backstage of "Delicious Vegetable Shop" and posted an announcement.
【It will be broadcast on time at 8 o'clock tonight. 】
"Here it comes! It's finally here!"
"My alarm is set! I must be able to connect this time! Please, bell god, look at my thinning hair!"
"The above person is too narrow-minded! I just want Master Zhong to help me see whether the stocks I bought will rise or fall tomorrow!"
"Our company is having a collective holiday tonight. The boss took the lead in burning incense and bathing, saying that we need to pool the entire company's resources to grab a spot on the live stream to solve the company's technical problems!"
Eight o'clock in the evening sharp.
The screen of Zhong Ling’s live broadcast room lit up.
Zhong Ling was wearing a simple cotton and linen home clothes and was making tea.
She picked up the teacup and blew gently on the hot steam.
"Let's start." She said lightly and clicked the microphone button.
The picture is divided into two.
A middle-aged man in plain clothes and with an anxious look on his face appeared on the other side of the screen. The background seemed to be a pigpen in the countryside, and grunting sounds could be heard.
"Master Zhong! Master Zhong, help me!" the man cried as soon as the call was connected.
The comments in the live broadcast room went awry.
"Oh my god, this guy is a pig farmer? Could it be swine fever?"
"This... this request for help is too broad!"
Zhong Ling's face was calm as she took a sip of tea: "Don't be impatient, take your time."
"Mr. Zhong, I'm from Heitu Village. My name is Wang Dazhu. My sow, Fugui, is due to give birth next month.
"But it hasn't eaten or drunk since yesterday and looks very weak. We asked the best veterinarian nearby to see it, and they said it's not sick, but it looks like it's dying!" Wang Dazhu said, tears almost falling.
This request made the netizens in front of the screen laugh.
Zhong Ling looked through the screen and glanced at the pig.
"It's not sick." She put down her teacup and said calmly, "Three days ago, when your granddaughter was feeding the pigs, she accidentally dropped a glass marble she was playing with into the trough, and it swallowed it. The marble got stuck in its intestines and can't move up or down."
Wang Dazhu was stunned: "Glass marbles?"
"Yeah." Zhong Ling responded and snapped her fingers.
Fugui, the sow who was grunting in the pigsty, suddenly shuddered and sneezed loudly.
"puff--"
A glass marble, mixed with mucus, spurted out of its nostrils and bounced twice on the ground.
The next second, Fugui seemed to have unsealed something. He suddenly raised his head, wagged his tail happily, rushed to the feeding trough and started eating in big mouthfuls. The food was so delicious.
Wang Dazhu and the audience in the live broadcast room stared at the scene in a daze.
"Holy crap! In the blink of an eye, the sow recovered?"
"This is the first time I've seen the bell god save a pig!"
"I declare that from today on, Fugui is the king of pigs! He has enjoyed the remote healing of the Zhong God!"
"Wang Dageigei, quickly put that marble aside, it's been blessed!"
Wang Dazhu was so excited that he was incoherent and kept bowing to the screen: "Thank you, Master Zhong! Thank you, Master Zhong!"
"It's not over yet."
Wang Dazhu's thanks were stuck in his throat, and he stared blankly at the screen: "Master Zhong... what... what else is going on?"
Could it be that wealth and honor have other complications?
Zhong Ling's eyes fell on the pigpen. "Dig three feet down in the southwest corner of your pigpen, next to the wall."
"Dig... dig the ground?" Wang Dazhu was even more confused.
The comments in the live broadcast room were also full of question marks.
"Why are you digging? Did the Master Zhong predict there's a treasure down there?"
"Why do I feel like the atmosphere is a little off? Master Zhong's expression is so serious."
Zhong Ling didn't explain, but just looked at him quietly. That look made Wang Dazhu's heart tighten, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He quickly put down his phone, found a shovel, and started digging in the southwest corner of the pigpen under the gaze of netizens.
The air circulation in the pigpen was poor, and after digging a few times, Wang Dazhu was sweating profusely.
"Master Zhong, there's nothing here, just some mud." He said as he dug.
"Continue." Zhong Ling only said two words.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the screen, wanting to know what was inside the soil.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and the shovel seemed to hit something hard.
Wang Dazhu leaned over, dug through the dirt with his hands, and pulled out a few broken bones. He held them up to the camera and said with a naive smile, "Master Zhong, these are some pig bones. They must have been buried some time ago."
In the live broadcast room, many people breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to continue joking.
However, Zhong Ling's next words made people's scalps tighten.
"This is not a pig bone, nor is it a bone from any other animal." She picked up the teacup and blew gently, as if she was saying something very ordinary.
boom--!
Wang Dazhu's head buzzed and the bone in his hand fell to the ground.
He was so scared that he sat down in the mud, his face pale, his lips trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
After a few seconds of pause, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room filled the entire screen.
“??????????”
"??? What the hell am I watching? The Pig Farming to Get Rich channel suddenly changed to Today's Commentary?"
"Holy shit! Holy shit! I got goosebumps!"
"Murder case! This is a live broadcast of solving a murder case!"
In the live broadcast room, Zhong Ling continued.
"Five years ago, wasn't there a child named Gousheng missing from the village?"
Wang Dazhu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, his eyes full of fear. "It's... it's from the Li family in the neighboring village. We searched the entire county but couldn't find him. They said he was kidnapped..."
"He wasn't kidnapped." Zhong Ling tapped the teacup with her fingertips. "He was hit on the back of the head with a rock and buried in your pigpen."
Her voice paused, "It wasn't you who did it."
This sentence made Wang Dazhu and the netizens who thought he was the murderer feel relieved.
"The murderer is your neighbor to the east, Wang Erli."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Heitu Village was in an uproar.
Dozens of villagers watching the livestream were stunned. Seconds later, everyone spontaneously ran towards the courtyard at the east end of the village.
The owner of the yard, Wang Erli, a thin man in his forties, was sitting on the kang watching the live broadcast.
When Zhong Ling said the three words "Wang Erli", the mobile phone in his hand fell on the kang and his face turned pale.
He wants to run.
But before he could get off the kang, his courtyard door was kicked open and dozens of villagers rushed in, one of whom was Gousheng's father.
Gousheng's father originally came to Heitu Village to visit, but unexpectedly he found the murderer behind his son's disappearance.
"Wang Erli! Return my son's life!"
There were cries and curses, and the whole village was in chaos.
Zhong Ling picked up the teacup and took another sip.
"Five years ago, Wang Erli lost all his family fortune gambling away. He went to Gousheng's father to borrow money but was refused, and he held a grudge against him.
That day, he saw Gousheng playing alone at the village entrance, and he had a bad idea and wanted to kidnap the child for blackmail.
I ended up accidentally killing the child, and in a panic, I buried the body in your pigpen under cover of darkness."
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