Ding Fan's grandfather Chen Wenjie is a national treasure-level expert and scholar, and it can be said that his protégés have countless friends all over the country.

Anyone who mentions his grandfather's name is a thumbs up and praises his character and knowledge, even when he was in Binhai, the Lafayette he met was escaped by his grandfather, and he still didn't say a bad word about him.

Ding Fan can even see that after so many years, Lafayette still has the position of grandpa in his heart, and it is also because of his grandfather's relationship that he is willing to endure everywhere, and finally he did not hesitate to come forward to help him lie and break his own rules.

But the people I met this time seemed to have an instinctive annoyance for my grandfather's name, and I could even say that I hated it.

Seeing him bite the brown thing in his mouth hard, I knew that he had reached the point of hatred for his grandfather, and I am afraid that he had imagined his grandfather as the thing in his mouth, and bit hard as a kind of vent.

Faced with this situation, Ding Fan could only smile bitterly.

It seems that the reputation of the grandfather who was invincible in the past has hit the iron plate this time!

"Fuck off!"

This is the only sentence that the old knife said, after finishing speaking, he turned around and walked back, as if he didn't want to deal with Ding Fan at all, the look on his face that no one should enter, he definitely wanted everyone to stay away from him.

If there was nothing important, Ding Fan couldn't wait to leave here immediately, I don't know why, since he came up, he had a feeling of being targeted by something, and instinctively felt a sense of threat spreading around him.

But he came here for the sake of the case, and it was impossible for him to turn around and leave because of this setback!

Otherwise, these two days will not be a complete waste!

"Old man, I'm here today for business, and I have a ...... recently."

"I don't care why you're here, if you don't get out, I'll drop you off here!"

Before Ding Fan finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the old knife, and even with a fierce look in his eyes, the meaning of the warning was extremely profound.

The waist knife in his hand was tightly clutched in his hand, and his face was gloomy, as if he wanted to kill Ding Fan with a knife now.

"I came here today to bother, just for business, and I'll ...... after asking a few questions. I'll go!"

Ding Fan still wanted to persuade him with good words, but this old knife was obviously not in the mood to listen.

The irritable temper came up, grabbed a stone the size of a human head on the ground and threw it over, forcing Ding Fan to burst out of a foul language and hurriedly dodge.

But after dodging this blow, the old knife had already rushed up with a knife, and attacked Ding Fan's waist straight with a knife.

In this position, I am afraid that it is a little difficult to dodge, after all, when I just dodged the stone, under the body's best to dodge, it is obviously impossible to dodge the knife that follows.

In desperation, Ding Fan had no choice but to vacate the position behind him and use the position of the back waist to block the knife.

"Click!"

Under the crisp sound, there was no blood spilled on the spot as expected, but the hand of the old knife holding the knife was shocked and a little numb.

Because this knife was not cut on Ding Fan's body, but on the pistol shell on his waist.

Ding Fan also knew that he couldn't dodge this knife, so he simply used the pistol above his waist to block this knife, and took advantage of the moment when the old knife was stunned, grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and hit him with an elbow.

If it hits it this time, the old knife is afraid that he will vomit blood.

And the old knife also saw Ding Fan's intentions, and without the slightest extra consideration, he gave up the knife in his hand as soon as possible

The hand was clasped on his wrist, and he turned his body to the other side, and with the power of the elbow blow, he turned his body lightly in a position, and the action was very skillful.

The two were still in the position of one after the other just now, and in the blink of an eye, they had become face to face.

Ding Fan, who hit the air with an elbow, did not stop in his hand, and his elbow was not closed, and his special fist was a punch to the old knife in front of him.

This time, the purpose became the position of the old knife's chest wide open, but he didn't think that this punch would work.

After all, this old man is the younger brother of the old village owner, and his fist and foot kung fu is already very good, so where can his brother go?

Although the fists and feet are not as good as the old village owner, they are a little worse in strength, and in terms of reaction speed, they are far from being comparable to the old village owner.

This punch is only halfway through, and the old knife's hand is already on Ding Fan's wrist, although he still suffers a little bit in terms of strength, but it is enough to deflect this punch, obviously this punch has no way to hurt him at all.

With a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, the old knife said viciously: "Chen Wenjie, that old bastard, is not my opponent, if it weren't for some crooked means, Meijiao wouldn't have taken a fancy to him back then! You kid is a little stronger than him, but you ......."

The old knife was only halfway through his words, but this time he was ruthlessly interrupted by Ding Fan.

And by the way, he left all his blood, and before he was complacent enough, one of Ding Fan's head hammers had already hit him.

The hard forehead hit his nose at once, and you can imagine how bloody the scene was.

......

Ten minutes later, the old knife leaned on a stone, tilted his head, and kept wiping his nose with his head, and Ding Fan was not much better, at this time he was holding an egg and constantly rubbing it on his eyes.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for Ashali's unease and rushing back halfway, the two of them wouldn't have really gotten into a fight at this time?

The old knife that was hit by Ding Fan's head hammer and injured his nose gritted his teeth and punched him in the face, which happened to hit him in the eye socket.

If it weren't for the fact that the old knife was a little sore when his wrist was pulled out just now, and this punch was a little bit weak, Ding Fan's eyes would be the same as Ashali's, like two pandas!

When facing Ding Fan, the old knife looked fierce and vicious, but in front of Ashali, he was like an old naughty boy, kind like the old grandfather next door, smiling at Ashali, and even currying favor from time to time, before and after.

"Boy, if you have anything you want to ask, hurry up!" The old knife didn't know where to take out a few green grasses and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them hard twice, and stuffed them into his nose, which seemed to be used to stop the bleeding, glanced at Ding Fan, and said to him: "You know, I am willing to tell you for the sake of Ashali's face, and after asking, hurry up and leave, don't want to eat with me." ”

Ding Fan, who was hit by the old knife, let alone hold his breath at this time, it was obviously this old man who did it first, but when Ashali came, he said that he was bullying the old man.

At this time, the old knife seems to have regained its strength, and he has begun to pretend to be a good person!

However, Ding Fan didn't bother to bother with him, and the matter of the case was more important: "That's the case, I recently took over a case, and within a month, there were more than a dozen corpse thefts in the Southern Xinjiang generation, but I don't understand, why would someone steal a corpse, can it still make a profit from the corpse?"

The old knife glanced at Ding Fan, snorted coldly, stood up, walked to the side of a piece of straw, reached out and played on it twice, and pulled off a piece of oilcloth behind him, revealing a hideous corpse behind the oilcloth.

Ding Fan never expected that there was a corpse hidden in this dilapidated cave!

And this corpse seems to have been dead for a short time, could it be that the previous corpses were all stolen by him?

"You ......"

Ding Fan pointed at the old knife and couldn't speak, he stretched out his hand and pulled Ashali behind him, his hand had reached the position of his waist, and he was about to pull out the gun at any time.

Even Ashari obviously didn't expect that there would be a corpse in this cave, and she was covering her nose and looking at the hideous corpse with disgust.

"You think the corpse is worthless, but in fact this thing is a treasure!" The old knife casually re-covered the corpse, and said with a little smug on his face: "Don't worry, the corpse was not stolen by me, it was given to me by someone else, and this person was poisoned to death before, and his son sent the corpse over, also to ask me to find out the root cause of the poisoning, I heard that many people in their village have the same symptoms, and I am not just one here, there are several corpses in the cave, all of which were sent by one of their villages." ”

Hearing what the old knife said, Ding Fan seemed to believe a little.

Although he only swept over the corpse just now, he could still see the general appearance of the corpse.

It's a completely different thing from the corpses lost in the city before, the corpses are obviously a little older, and the bodies seem to be a little dry, not exactly the same as the ones that were stolen before.

"If the deceased was not poisoned during his lifetime, then isn't the body not so valuable?"

Ding Fan put his mind at ease, walked to the old knife with courage, stretched out his hand and lifted the oilcloth on the corpse, frowned tightly and asked, "If it's just an ordinary corpse, but it didn't suffer too many external injuries before it died, then does anyone still need these corpses?"

"Huh?"

The old knife didn't expect that Ding Fan would suddenly ask like this.

He brought these corpses, which were basically sent by the family of the deceased, firstly, in the hope that he could help find out the toxins in the corpse's body, and secondly, he did not know how to deal with the corpse, so he asked him to help dispose of the corpse.

But he has never seen a sound person stolen after death.

But it's different in this place in southern Xinjiang, this kind of thing is actually completely possible, so the old knife just thought about it for a while, then nodded and said: "It's not completely impossible, there are customs in southern Xinjiang, if there is a child in the family who dies or dies early, they will prepare a ghost marriage for the child, at this time, the corpse is generally used, so this situation is not completely impossible, a few years ago, I also heard that there were several underworld mediators who went to various villages to run business, and Axiali had seen it at that time!"

As soon as Lao Daozi talked about the underworld marriage, a picture suddenly appeared in Ding Fan's mind, remembering the underworld marriage team he met on the highway when he brought people here.

can do a secret marriage, isn't it all a matter of two families?

Can you still spend money on it?

"Of course, in addition to the underworld marriage, that is, I will be able to use poison insects!"

The old knife seemed to like to see Ding Fan's surprised look, and turned the topic back to himself.

After finishing speaking, he reached out and slapped the corpse twice, Ding Fan took a closer look, and the result was that after this glance, he almost made him vomit on the spot.

I saw that the inside of the nose and ears of the corpse began to crawl insects outside, and the flesh-colored insects crawled out of the corpse quickly, and finally fell on the hands of the old knife, as if they could understand people's instructions, and there was even a large amount of viscous liquid sticking to the body, which made people feel disgusting to vomit!