Chapter 7: Suspicious Trail of Fatalities
That night was the last time I was drunk in my life.
The next morning, I called home again to report the peace, and then accompanied by Ma Haibo visited my little uncle who is still in the hospital, at noon, we sat in the broken police car to Castle Peak.
In the car Ma Haibo to me a burst of thanks, he said that the case of social impact is very bad, above the rush is more urgent, these minions are busy two feet straight jumping, but a little bit of clues are not there, thanks to me this odd man to help. I feel that from yesterday, after I put down the compulsion to solve the compulsion, his attitude towards me began to become very flattering. I didn't say anything, nodded my head to show that I knew, and didn't deny it, squinting my eyes to think about things.
Two broken bodies, both happened at night. The first deceased is the color cover the village of idlers bachelor, thirty-two years old, weekdays by going to the construction site to play some small jobs to live, but too lazy, can not mix what appearance, like to get together, to fight, dozens of dollars plus a good meal and wine will be able to call to move him; the second deceased is a young man back to work outside, nothing to hate people, just good drink a mouthful of. The two a village east, a village west five groups, simply do not match, nothing to do with.
The only thing is that both were cut into a dozen pieces and left in the wilderness.
The car passed the Qingmeng Township, the road condition is much worse, the road surface is more rocky, to the color cover village to upside down to my dizziness. But this time my body has been better, my heart has been meditating on the nine words of the Heart Sutra, and do not feel too tired. To the color cover the village, inside the atmosphere is still tense, people are on edge, the Public Security Bureau stationed in the color cover the village of the task force, and did not withdraw, they are still in the investigation, a more than forty years old police officer slightly asked Ma Haibo, and did not ask again.
It can be seen that Ma Haibo in their team, seniority is still quite high.
Ma Haibo was called to a meeting, and I was wandering around the village. This is a poor mountain village, eighty percent of the houses are dilapidated wooden houses, live also scattered, the mountain nest word in the east a few west a few, not like. Next to the village road there are a few children wearing crotchless pants playing in the mud, no one cares, a blind old man in his own sunbathing in the grain yard, bar bar bar smoking dry cigarettes.
A raggedy man came from the village side, saw a few children playing with mud, ran over and laughed, "Come, show you, I picked up a pile of gold, haha, I picked up a pile of gold it ......" The children dispersed in a flurry of noise, screaming as they ran: "The madman is coming, the madman is coming ......" The man ran past me bare handed, with a crooked face and a slanted brow, "I won t lie to you yet, this is not cow shit." A fourteen or fifteen year old scion ran over to help him, "Uncle, uncle, why did you run out again?"
The latter helped the man walk toward the back of the village, and the man mumbled, "It's not cow shit, it's a golden lump!"
I always felt something was wrong, so I ran to ask the blind old man, "Gong, was that man crazy?"
The blind old man put his pipe down, rolled his white eyes, and fumbled with the stool next to him to greet me: "You're a public official from the village, aren't you? Come, sit, sit." I sat down, he said, "Alas, is le, Wang Baosong is now a madman." I asked, "Didn't he used to be?
"No, he used to be a filial son in the village, almost forty years old, still guarding the field and his mother to live. Unfortunately, he picked up a big pile of gold in the mountain the year before last, thought he got rich and took it to sell, but the result was said to be a fraud, and he was locked up for more than a year before he was released, and the result was like this. There is no money to cure, and no one cares, his old mother is half into the ground, but also can not control ......"
I remembered that my little uncle told me that thing, I can't imagine that it is actually this crazy man I met.
"How is his mother now?" I then asked. The blind old man sighed, "Alas, what can I do? Luckily, Saeko Aoyagi is taking care of her, otherwise she would have died in the past two years." Saeko Aoyagi? --I am very strange, the blind old man told me, Qing Saeko is the descendant just now, and Wang Baosong family has a little bit of kinship, so they often help them, these two years, it is Qing Saeko and his family to help take care of, Wang Baosong family two people only survived.
He is a good person! I thought.
Many people say that the countryside is pure and simple, is the last piece of paradise for human beings, the people who say this probably have not spent much time in the countryside, in fact, everywhere is the same. Other places I do not know, but in the rural areas I have stayed in, contact, often encountered brothers divided into families do not agree, the widow was bullied in front of the door, or stealing chickens and dogs ...... long time before the bed without filial son, not to mention just a little bit of kinship, this time to step forward to take care of, is considered to be a good person to do good things ah.
The people who are poor and short of ambition, the people who are poor and afraid, what to do not come out?
At this time Ma Haibo came to me, said to take me to the first murder scene to see. I asked him what clues there? He said there is, but are sent to the bureau inside the laboratory. I said what am I going to do? I'm not an immortal. He laughed and said that even though he wasn't, he was almost there. I told him about what I just heard, Ma Haibo said he knows, although he is not handled, but he has seen the file, ironclad things, no flip.
I laughed, said the people say Huang Laoya power bully it, is there no cat?
Ma Haibo laughed loudly, said there is a fart of catnip.
He saw that I do not believe, said go back to me to see the file, the evidence is solid, really is an iron case. He said here, and remembered something, said he showed me yesterday's dossier, that is, the seven-year-old girl died a strange death of that, her father is Huang Laoya, the boss is also unlucky, not only the daughter suffered a horrible death, he is also a sudden outbreak of malignant disease, and now it is estimated to be almost to hang. He also told me: "Remember that pretty girl yesterday, Huang Fei not, her uncle is Huang Laoya."
I suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in my heart, and I told him that I would go to the madman's house to take a look. Ma Haibo looked at me and said You sympathize? I smiled and said I don't know, just suddenly want to go and take a look. Ma Haibo said okay, he called a village cadre and took us to the back of the village to Wang Baosong s house to take a look. I feel as if I have some nerves, and my mind is in turmoil.
Walking past a family's barn, I couldn't help but stare at the old buffalo inside.
The old buffalo is eating grass, it is old, eating very hard, see me look at it, it also raised its head to look at me, we both stared at each other for a while, I was into the magic, even Ma Haibo called me can not hear. The old cow looked at me, suddenly, the crystal black eyes shed big tears. I went to touch its face through the fence, it did not move, so I received a small handful of tears.
Then we went on walking, Ma Haibo asked me what I was doing, I wiped the cow's tears on my eyelids and said there was nothing.
Ma Haibo grabbed my hand and said, "Do you see something?" I stopped and asked him, "What's wrong?" Ma Haibo's face was a little white, he told me that the second victim killed was the son of that family. It was only at this time that I remembered that all the things I did just now seemed to have been done in an unconscious state.
Could it be that the Golden Silkworm Compass inside my body was swaying my consciousness?
Somewhere in my heart was singing joyfully, it seemed like green shoots had just emerged from the fertile ground, soft and weak, carefully connecting to me, like a small pet, and like a small child abandoned by its parents, longing for the care of a family member-damn it, how could I have this feeling? Could it be that this Instinctive Compass has been subdued by me? How is that possible? The book says that the Golden Silkworm Compass can last as little as half a year, or as long as ten years, and that it needs to be prayed for day after day, and recited night after night, before it can be slowly transformed and taken back into one's possession.
I know that although yesterday I was able to direct it towards Yang Yu to place a medicinal compulsion, but it was more of just a strong driving relationship.
But in the bottom of my heart, there is a consciousness saying to me: go where, go there ......
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Not a moment later, we arrived at Wang Baosong's house.
It was an old wooden house with two rooms and a kitchen at the back, half of which had collapsed. Wang Baosong sat in his own cluttered yard, staring blankly ahead, ahead of the rolling hills and terraced fields, a bright bend of the river like a silver band, winding into the distance. When he saw the uniformed Ma Haibo, Wang Baosong immediately jumped up, palpitating and kneeling on the mud ground, shouting, "Report to the government, I didn't lie, it's really gold, it's ...... really gold."
He said while getting high.
Ma Haibo's face was very ugly, at this time the house thumped, the descendant called Qing Saeko ran out, he looked at the three of us with a guarded face, "Who are you? What do you want?" He was wearing a yellowed blue school uniform, with the logo of Qingdong Primary School embroidered on his left chest, and was very good-looking, but his ears were a bit big, beckoning ears.
Ma Haibo said, "Little student, we are here to see Wang Baosong and his mother."
His tone was gentle and his face was kind, but Qing Saeko looked at us warily for a while, then shouted inside the house, "Milk, someone has come to see you." After saying that, he led us inside, and I surveyed the barren, weedless yard without saying a word, so I followed Ma Haibo.
Inside the house there was a musty smell, the smell of old cotton and rotten wood put together, the air did not circulate, there was a bed inside the dark room, I saw an old man with a withered description lying inside, lying on his side, wearing a brownish-red woolen cap, and the mosquito netting had turned grayish-black. "Ao-saeko, turn on the light." The old man's voice was breathless. With a click, the light came on, a 30-watt incandescent light, dim and yellow. Qing Saeko moved a couple of benches, and Ma Haibo sat on the head of the bed and said a few words about the scene that didn't hurt.
I looked at the inside of the house, except for some decades old furniture, truly a house with four walls.
However, I am not concerned about these, wiped the cow tears I was able to see more extraordinary to: the whole house black air around, if there is no acidic corrosive gas in the wandering, especially in a compartment under the bed, but also a heavy corpse gas. This old man on the bed looks more like a dead person than a living person, and Qing Saeko, who serves tea and pours water on the side, also has a hostile gas on his forehead.
Where did these qi come from? How was I able to tell?
Because my eyes were coated with the tears of a cow - cows generally seldom cry, and the saddest time they cried in their lives would only be when they were being racked to the slaughterhouse. It is kind-hearted, hard-working, but is usually considered to be an animal that can communicate with the spirit world. In ancient times, in the Miao and Dong villages, the head of a cow is usually sacrificed, which is divided into two kinds of sacrifices: raw and cooked sacrifices, and in some places, the cow is regarded as a god, such as Hinduism, for example, in the southwestern part of China's Buyei and Gelao ethnic groups, there is a "Cow God Festival", "In short, if you put on the tears of a cow, you will be able to see different things (if someone doesn't believe in it, you can smear a little bit of it on people's funerals and see what happens). (If you don't believe me, you can put a little bit of it on someone's eyes when they are having a funeral.)
Green Saeko served up water, water bowl black full of grease and dirt, I took in my hand did not drink, Ma Haibo and the village cadres are not good end of the shelf, did not care, drank a couple of mouths, Wang Baosong his mother has been coughing, she saw me, asked: "After the child, how do I look at you a little familiar ah, where are you?" I said I was from the town of Datunzi. She said oh, breathless look at me, I stared at her in the mosquito net again, said my grandmother is called Long Laolan.
She did not speak again, the atmosphere is stiff, Ma Haibo proposed to go back, I took out a thousand dollars from my pocket and put it on the pillow.
When I came out, I saw Wang Baosong, who was cowering in the corner of the hall, and felt that his disheveled hair was full of blood.
I have been out of a long way, all feel that that dilapidated hut, there is a pair of eyes staring at me, bright as a flashlight in the dark night, cool, chilling.
