(Four)
Wen Su's movements were clean and efficient. His slender, bony fingers pressed down on the fish's head, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the dagger bulged. You could see through the muscles in his arm that he was scraping the fish scales. After cleaning the fish, he borrowed a small pot, oil, salt, vinegar, and vegetables from the police officer, connected them to the battery in the car, and began cooking.
Soon, the delicious aroma of fish soup filled the air, and Zhou Ziqiu silently put down the kettle, waiting for Chef Wen's dish to be ready.
Upon smelling the fish soup, the other police officers and Qingdeng employees, who were busy with their tasks, all put down what they were doing and turned their gazes toward the source of the soup, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Whose kind soul made this fish soup?!"
Holy crap! I'm going!
The crowd surged forward, squeezing Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu into the very center, rubbing their hands together, hoping to get a bowl of soup.
It's no wonder they were so hungry. Although they had brought a day's worth of food when they came in the morning, they were all busy police officers on missions and none of them knew how to cook. A few of them did know how to cook, but it was only enough to make them edible. Now that a "chef" had suddenly appeared, everyone's stomachs, which had been empty for half a day, were starting to rumble.
Seeing this, Wen Su raised an eyebrow, and Zhou Ziqiu also chuckled.
There was only a little fish soup left. Wen Su blocked everyone's outstretched hands, served Zhou Ziqiu a bowl of fish soup, and then stepped aside, letting them grab the rest of the fish soup themselves. He then went to the side and made another pot for them. However, after preparing all the ingredients and throwing them into the pot, Wen Su stopped watching them. He picked up a small stool and sat down next to Zhou Ziqiu, holding a notebook in his hand, writing and drawing on the paper.
Wen Su served him too much soup, and Zhou Ziqiu couldn't finish it. He held the bowl and sipped it slowly, watching Wen Su's movements. He really liked Wen Su's fluent cursive script.
But Zhou Ziqiu only drank a few sips before he started burping from fullness. Wen Su stopped writing, glanced at Zhou Ziqiu, and said, "Why is your stomach so small?" He then took the bowl from Zhou Ziqiu's hand, drank the rest of the soup in a few sips, and then lowered his head to write something again. Zhou Ziqiu held the empty bowl and watched Wen Su write.
"Did you find anything?" Zhou Ziqiu asked.
Wen Su nodded, put down his pen, and gestured for Zhou Ziqiu to look at a mountain peak he pointed to. Having climbed to the top that morning, he now had a clearer understanding of the mountains and terrain: "The convergence of Xin and Ren forms a water formation. The dragon vein at the entrance rotates to the right and enters the Xue (a point on the mountain), forming a Jia (甲) dragon and Gui (癸) water formation. Observing the flow, the water comes from many places and gathers in one place." As he spoke, he pointed down the mountain, where a river ran through the village, meandering downwards. "This place is a water-gathering formation. If left untouched, wealth will flow in."
Thus, Zhou Ziqiu understood the inexplicable unease they felt when they first arrived here.
Because the excellent feng shui that originally brought prosperity and good fortune to descendants was blocked, turning it into a trapped dragon formation, it's like having the windows closed in a room with poor air circulation, causing stagnation of energy. Considering the murder case here, the person who blocked the flow of energy probably did something else as well.
Wen Su closed his notebook, stood up, and said, "Let's go, let's report to Chairman Cui."
When Cui Yongle received the diagram drawn by Wen Su, he was also shocked. Who would have thought that a murder case would involve such a big thing? He then handed Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu a file, which was the information that Glasses and Fatty had found with the police that morning. When Wen Su opened it, he found that in the nearly one hundred years of recorded history, other people from other places had moved here. Some returned after a few days, while others never returned.
There's something seriously wrong with Changnan Village.
"Be careful with everything," Cui Yongle advised.
Because of what Wen Su handed over, tomorrow's objective was also set: to explore the dragon's neck of the Xuanlong, and the two people chosen were Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su.
As night fell, Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu kept watch for the first half of the night as usual, while Glasses and Fatty were responsible for the second half. The group parked the SUV next to the van containing the female corpse.
It was very hot during the day, but it got cool at night, so Zhou Ziqiu put on Wen Su's coat again.
The vigil was incredibly boring, so Wen Su sat in the back of the van with the body bag next to him. He had asked a police officer for a lighter during the day, so he no longer needed to light his cigarette with talismans. Now, while smoking, he idly fiddled with the instruments that Fatty Glasses had placed next to the female corpse in the evening. Wen Su only remembered how to use one or two of the instruments, and he couldn't understand why the lights on them were flashing and making beeping sounds.
Seeing that he still couldn't figure it out, Wen Su called Zhou Ziqiu over. Zhou Ziqiu didn't know either, but he found the instruction manual. However, he paused for a moment after reading the first line—
"A beeping sound means ghost activity has been detected..."
The two looked at the body bag on the side, and then Wen Su pulled open the zipper, but the female corpse inside was still lying with her eyes open.
There were ghostly activities, but the female corpse did not turn into a zombie.
Wen Su frowned and zipped the zipper all the way down. Only then did the two of them see that the abdomen of the female corpse in the body bag had been torn open at some point, as if it had been torn open from the inside out. The incision made by the forensic doctor was no longer visible, and only the intestines were exposed in the abdomen.
The two exchanged another glance. Oh no!
The deceased was pregnant when she died. The body did not turn into a corpse, but the baby did, and even ran out!
Just as he was thinking, a sharp shriek suddenly came from under the car, and a shapeless mass covered in mud and blood rushed out, lunging straight at Zhou Ziqiu, who was standing outside the car—
The dead baby had been hidden under the car all along, and they had no idea!
Was it the yin energy gathered on the female corpse that affected their judgment? Or was it the eerie feng shui of the place that blocked its aura?
The two had no way of knowing.
Wen Su suddenly kicked the dead infant, but Zhou Ziqiu was closer to it. Facing the lunging, bright red dead infant, Zhou Ziqiu actually reached out and grabbed the infant's head, his veins bulging, and crushed the infant's head!
Dark red blood splattered all over Zhou Ziqiu's hand.
He had been expressionless when attacked by the dead baby, but now he looked disgusted. Wen Su suppressed a laugh and took a bottle of mineral water from the SUV for Zhou Ziqiu to wash his hands. One bottle wasn't enough, so he also grabbed an alcohol wipe and a second bottle of mineral water.
Even as his hands were rubbing until they were almost raw, Zhou Ziqiu could still feel the sticky, slippery texture of the stillborn baby's head covered in lanugo hair.
When the two men handed the man over to the fat man and the man with glasses, they told them what had happened, which startled the two men so much that they screamed.
However, given this perspective, it seems especially necessary to explore the dragon's neck area tomorrow.
daytime.
Cui Yongle brought over two walkie-talkies and handed them to the two men, then patted the fat man and the man with glasses on the shoulder: "Their safety is in your hands."
The fat man and the bespectacled man were responsible for maintaining contact with Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su.
These words warmed the fat man's heart instantly. Protecting the boss's safety! This was about protecting the boss's safety!
"yes!"
Just like yesterday's rugged mountain path, the two climbed quickly upwards, with a gentle breeze brushing their faces among the green trees.
The dragon's neck wasn't as high as the mountain they had climbed yesterday. Two hours later, the two arrived at a slightly sloping open space. Looking at the obvious signs of human intervention around them, they both frowned.
Before the two men lay a cluster of small mounds, but none of them had a tombstone. From a feng shui perspective, this place was auspicious, with the Vermilion Bird in front, the Black Tortoise behind, and the Xue Mountains on the left and right. On the surface, it was a burial site with excellent feng shui. However, if we consider that this place was located at the neck of a trapped dragon, it was particularly inauspicious, as if a shackle had been put on the dragon's neck.
After discussing it with Cui Yongle at the foot of the mountain, the two of them needed to investigate the area, such as digging up all the tombs here.
Thinking this, Wen Su, who was extremely proactive, took out another earth-thunder talisman from the small pouch at his waist, pressed it on a small mound, and within a few seconds the mound was blown open by the earth-thunder talisman, revealing a corpse that had already turned into white bones inside.
"Tsk." Seeing this, Wen Su frowned even more. "What are you still looking at when things are like this?"
Zhou Ziqiu didn't speak. Instead, he squatted down at the edge of the pit and gently lifted the skull from the ground with both hands. In the empty eyes, flesh and blood suddenly sprouted from the skull in his hands. An ordinary-looking woman was frantically dodging a cleaver that was being slashed at her. She kept crying out, and her body had already been slashed several times, with blood flowing everywhere. She desperately ran towards the house, shouting, "Is there anyone who can save me? Help! Murder!"
The only response the woman received were tightly closed doors and windows.
Finally, in the woman's wide-eyed eyes, she saw a kitchen knife coming down at her and a man's ferocious face.
"Why..."
Until her last breath, the woman didn't know why her loving husband had suddenly brandished a weapon at her.
Zhou Ziqiu let out a long breath, his fingers lightly moving to touch a knife mark on the top of the skull, then he slowly put the skull back in place and took out a walkie-talkie: "Check if a woman with long hair, a mole on the corner of her mouth, and a flat nose has gone missing."
Wen Su raised an eyebrow and asked, "Again?"
Zhou Ziqiu nodded.
The man with glasses quickly checked: "Yes, the family reported her missing forty years ago. The police came here, but the villagers said they didn't know anything about her, saying that the woman and her husband had left long ago."
At this point, the two realized one thing: the villagers here probably not only knew about it, but were even protecting this chaos!
Zhou Ziqiu let out a long sigh, unable to imagine how desperate that woman must have been before she died.
In that case, there's probably no need to excavate the other tombs.
After further discussion, the two decided to wait there until nightfall, as the night air was heavy with yin energy, and they might see something.
Despite the plan, the two couldn't wait until nightfall without going hungry. Wen Su bent down and picked up a few pebbles from the ground, then looked up, squinted, and peered through the trees. With a slight twitch of his fingers, a sound of pebbles falling rang out.
Wen Su is shooting birds.
They walked over and picked up the bird. After finding a nearby stream, they began to deal with the dead bird. They then used talisman paper to light an inextinguishable fire to roast the bird. After eating their fill, the two of them sat facing each other and played a game of tic-tac-toe. With a 50/50 win rate, they had a lot of fun.
But they couldn't play the tic-tac-toe game forever, so Wen Su asked the fat man to play some songs for him on the walkie-talkie. When the song started, Zhou Ziqiu looked at Wen Su in surprise and asked, "Is this your song?"
Wen Su nodded and replied, "Is there a problem?"
Is there a problem?
There was nothing wrong with it. Zhou Ziqiu originally thought that Wen Su listened to trendy songs, but he didn't expect that they were some old songs, very old songs, songs that had been passed down from modern times. Through the hoarse tone of the walkie-talkie, it sounded like they were being played from a phonograph.
"The mountains are green, and the road is long."
Sister, I'll sing a song for my lover.
We are like a pair of mandarin ducks, our hearts are perfectly in sync.
"To be together for life" 18:56:21
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