Seeing the skeletons on the table and the peculiarities of the house, Yan Muhuai could probably deduce what had happened that year.
"Such a big house, and so many people, it's obviously a wealthy family." Rong Jin expressed his conclusion after looking at it.
This was all he could see, and if he wanted to know more, he had to listen to Yan Muhuai.
Yan Muhuai nodded, "Yes, it's precisely because we are a wealthy family with immense wealth that it's easy for traitors to appear in the family."
Some jewelries scattered on the ground could prove that someone was trying to kill for money, but Rong Jin didn't expect that it was a thief in the house.
"Those who could sit at the table were all masters, and all the masters were dead, but none of the servants saw anything. Did they all run away after the accident?" Rong Jin thought of a possibility after asking, "So the traitor is a servant?"
"That's right. Those servants were either accomplices or fell victim to the murderer's sword after leaving here." Yan Muhuai dragged Rong Jin back to the hall to examine the skeletons. "I heard from Ming Fei that you helped the police solve many cold cases before. Can you tell how many years these people have been dead?"
"At least a hundred years," Rong Jin answered quickly. He had already estimated this in his mind the moment he saw the skeletons. "What I find very strange is that the skeletons here are in a similar state of decay as those of the sacrificed girls downstairs. They died at different times, some even over a decade apart. This shouldn't be the case."
Yan Muhuai also calculated that the time was more than a hundred years, but he still wanted Rong Jin to judge it with a scientific perspective.
Then he picked up a jade bracelet that had fallen on the ground. He could tell at the first touch that it was made of top-quality jade.
"The time of death is different, but the degree of decay of the bodies is the same. In addition, the murderer moved the property in such a hurry after killing people, as if something was forcing him to leave quickly... It should be that after the death of this family, something extraordinary happened in the house, causing the murderer to leave and never come back, at least he didn't dare to come to the second floor again." Yan Muhuai analyzed, holding the bracelet.
"That makes sense." Rong Jin took the bracelet from Yan Muhuai's hand, put it on the cabinet next to him, and then took out a tissue to help him wipe his hands.
Yan Muhuai frowned as he watched his actions, "What do you mean?"
"Dirty." Rong Jin didn't even raise his head.
Rong Jin felt dirty, not because there was a table of corpses next to him, but because he felt that the bracelet must have been touched by that disgusting murderer.
The dirty thing is the one that harms people.
Yan Muhuai didn't pull his hand back and let him wipe it carefully.
This stubbornness made him see a bit of the shadow of that silly disciple from another world.
The little flame from the other world does not have such a delicate mind. Because it is missing a soul, it is slow in doing everything, but it is also extremely serious.
After rubbing for a long time, Rong Jin didn't let go, as if he wanted to give him a full set of hand care.
"That's enough." Yan Muhuai pulled his hand back, unable to bear it any longer. He continued to analyze, "It was precisely because of this strange incident that this place was used as a sacrificial site, leading to the subsequent century-long sacrificial ceremony."
Rong Jin collected the tissue as if nothing had happened. "So the one who initially proposed the sacrifice was the murderer, and the old village chief is the murderer's descendant, or is he actually the murderer himself?"
He said this uncertainly because if the old village chief was the murderer, he would have lived for at least a hundred years. Who could live that long?
But considering the villagers' respect for the old village chief, this is not impossible.
"Call Mingfei and the others. Hou Yu came to Fuyun Village in advance to do background checks and also cooperated with the old village chief. They should have met before." After Yan Muhuai finished speaking, he took out the mobile phone he borrowed from the stage manager.
Then he frowned and stuffed the phone into Rong Jin's hand.
Rong Jin picked it up and took a look. "No signal in this house?"
The magnetic field will change in places with heavy yin energy, so it is not surprising that there is no signal.
Perhaps it was just as Yan Muhuai guessed, there was some mysterious power in the house, which caused the mobile phone to have no signal, and also made the murderer who killed so many people back then so frightened that he had to resort to human sacrifice to seek peace of mind.
But how could one possibly feel at peace using the remains of others? They were simply a karmic debt, which, if not repaid in life, would be repaid double in death.
"Let's go up to the third floor and take a walk around, then go meet the old village chief. I want to see if he is really that old." Yan Muhuai's mood changed subtly when he saw that his cell phone had no signal. This was something he had not expected.
This account must be put on the old village chief.
"Okay, okay, let's go upstairs." Rong Jin's tone was filled with obvious doting.
He thought such a master was kind of cute.
What the two men didn't expect was that the entire third floor was built into an ancestral hall. On the wall facing the cliff was a huge shrine filled with tablets of the family's ancestors.
"Is this family's surname Fu?" Rong Jin was a little surprised when he saw the name on the mourning hall.
In feudal times, some servants had to take their master's surname, and it was obvious that the murderer of this family did the same.
He took the master's family's surname, but slaughtered all the members of the master's family. Then he passed on the surname Fu, and was even so perverted that he forced everyone in the village to change their surname to Fu.
But Yan Muhuai's attention was focused on the entire wall. "There's something behind the shrine."
Rong Jin was standing far away and didn't feel it. He leaned slightly towards the shrine and said, "It's a kind of aura that makes me very uncomfortable."
He even felt the evil spirit stirring in his body. After retreating to the door, he made a judgment, "It's spiritual energy, Master, there is spiritual energy behind the shrine."
The spiritual energy in the world today is very thin. The only things that can still store spiritual energy are some antiques passed down from ancient times.
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