(This chapter is heavy, enter with caution.) ）

In the dead of night, the weather is hot and dry. On the bumpy mountain road, a dim lantern flickered in the darkness. It was a full moon night, but in the evening, the sky was cloudy and the sky became overcast. At this time, it was already half moonlight, and there was no moonlight.

Fang Zi'an walked in front with a lantern, followed by the two masters and servants of the Zhang family who straddled the basket and supported each other. Shen Ling'er walked in the last position, looking around nervously.

This is a barren ridge in the west of Wuhu County, although it is less than two miles away from the county seat, but it seems remote and desolate. The rugged, tangled trail is lined with large black pine forests. At this moment, it was pitch black all around, there was no trace of people or lights, only Fang Zi'an and the other four people walked in this desolate wilderness.

"Young Master Fang, the hillside in front of you is...... Graveyard up. Mrs. Zhang said in a trembling voice when Fang Zi'an stopped to inquire again.

Fang Zi'an nodded and continued to walk forward. After walking less than 100 steps, a large number of graves appeared around the lantern illumination. The graves overgrown with grass are densely packed, and I don't know how many. Some of the graves were full of grass and low trees, while others still had white paper flags. There are a lot of colorful paper people and paper horses dumped on the ground, and there is no burned Zou Baba's paper money. From time to time, the howling of wild dogs and the strange sound of the soo could be heard.

A gust of wind blew, the grass rustled, and the paper flags beside the graves rattled and creepy. Fang Zi'an, a materialist who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, has a numb scalp, not to mention the three women behind him. Shen Ling'er was afraid of ghosts, so she squatted on the ground in fright. Aunt Zhang knelt on the ground with a puff, muttering again and again, but she didn't know what she was muttering. The most calm was Mrs. Zhang, although she was also trembling nervously and her face was pale, but she stood there without any excesses.

"Are there any ghosts here? If so, come out and meet me, and let's do a few tricks. Keep your fart and pee, and the ghost cries wolf. Fang Zi'an suddenly spoke loudly, and his voice was extremely loud.

The three women all looked at him in astonishment, and Shen Ling'er said in a low voice, "Childe, you ...... What are you doing? ”

Fang Zi'an didn't answer, and shouted loudly: "Ghosts don't have the guts, do they?" If I count to three, you don't dare to show up, you're all cowards. That is far from us. If you are brave enough, you will come out. ”

Fang Zi'an began to count loudly, one, two, three, counting, of course, nothing happened. Fang Zi'an laughed and turned his head to the three women and said, "Look, but so, either there are no ghosts, or they are all cowards, what is there to be afraid of?" Hey, people die like lights go out, where is the ghost? If there are really ghosts in the world, then there are hundreds of millions of people who have died throughout the ages, and there are ghosts everywhere. If demons can harm people, then there are no more bad people in the world, because how can those who are killed by them not take revenge? Don't be afraid. Auntie, how far is it? ”

Mrs. Zhang swallowed and spat, stretched out her finger and pointed to the front of the path and said, "It should be in front, at the end of this road." ”

Fang Zi'an nodded, carrying the guy and carrying the lantern and continuing to walk. After him made such a fuss, Shen Ling'er and Aunt Zhang seemed to feel much better. The four of them staggered forward, and finally saw a new grave on the slope ahead. There is a monument in front of the tomb, which is the tomb of the Ding family.

Fang Zi'an handed the lantern to Shen Ling'er, picked up the pickaxe and was about to do it. Mrs. Zhang said in a low voice, "Gongzi Zhang, please wait for a moment." ”

Fang Zi'an had to stand aside, watching Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang take out the wine, flesh and fruits from the basket they brought and put them on the table, and burned a stack of paper money.

The two knelt down at the grave, and Mrs. Zhang folded her hands and said softly: "Sister-in-law, my sister is really helpless today, so she came to alarm you." In order to redress your grievances and save our Zhang family. Now that the master has been taken by the government, he is the culprit who killed you. Xiang'er was also suspended from work and placed under house arrest because of this incident, if you can't find evidence to clear the charge, this family will be over, the master and Xiang'er won't be able to live, and my sister won't be able to live. You maintain this family so much, and like Xiang'er so much, you will definitely not blame it. If you really blame me, blame me, and I am willing to be punished by you. ”

Aunt Zhang also kowtowed and said in a trembling voice: "Sister-in-law Ding, don't be surprised. When I go back, I will burn more paper money for you, so that you can live a good life down there. You must not blame Madame, there is no way. ”

Fang Zi'an listened and sighed in his heart. After a while, the paper money burned out, and Fang Zi'an said, "Auntie, I'm going to do it." ”

Mrs. Zhang nodded tearfully, stood up and turned her back. Fang Zi'an bowed twice to the grave and said in a low voice: "Aunt Ding, I have offended." Then he waved his head and began to dig the soil.

The new grave soil is loose, and it is easy to plan, but Fang Zi'an is still sweating, because the weather is too hot, and he is also a little nervous. Shen Ling'er wanted to come forward to help, but she took two steps but didn't dare to step forward. Fang Zi'an didn't plan to let her do it, how could this kind of thing be done by a girl's family. If Shen Ling'er helped, wouldn't she have to have a nightmare. It's strange to say, she is not afraid to kill people, but at this time, she is so scared, I don't know what's going on.

After a stick of incense, Fang Zi'an had completely dug open the grave, revealing the coffin that was half buried in the ground. Fang Zi'an was also soaked with sweat, but he couldn't care about it. After cleaning up the soil on the coffin, Fang Zi'an said in a deep voice, "I'm going to open the coffin." Aunt Zhang, do you want to come over and check it out? ”

Mrs. Zhang said in a low voice: "Old body...... The old body didn't dare to look at it. ”

Fang Zi'an thought for a while and said, "I'm an outsider, and I'm a man, so it's not good to open the museum to inspect the body." So I have to help you check the body for wounds. If my aunt really refuses, then I can only offend. ”

Mrs. Zhang thought about it, gritted her teeth and said, "That's good, the old body will come and see." ”

Fang Zi'an nodded, and said to Shen Ling'er and Aunt Zhang: "You go a little farther, the weather is so hot, I'm afraid that after the coffin is opened, it will ...... Some smell ......"

Fang Zi'an knew that the weather was so hot, Ding had been buried for a few days, and the body must have been **, and the smell must be very unpleasant. This is actually the reason why Mrs. Zhang didn't dare to look at it before. Because she was afraid that seeing the corpse of ** would make her frightened and uncomfortable.

Aunt Zhang and Shen Ling'er hurriedly walked out a dozen steps and stood in the dark. Fang Zi'an took out two cloth towels from his backpack, one handed to Mrs. Zhang, and the other covered his mouth and nose. He took out two pairs of leather gloves, one on his hand, and the other on his hand. Mrs. Zhang's face turned pale, so she had to do the same, cover herself with her mouth and nose, and put on a mask.

Fang Zi'an didn't say much, he used a small iron pry to insert it into the gap in the coffin lid and began to pry it, and the creepy sound of the square nail pulling out the wooden board came, creaking. Soon, the square nails on the coffin lid were all lifted out, and the coffin lid was already moving.

Fang Zi'an lifted the lantern and said softly, "Auntie, it's ready." ”

Mrs. Zhang's eyes were straight, and her face was as pale as paper, but she still nodded. Fang Zi'an stretched out his hand to hold the coffin lid and pushed it hard, and the coffin lid slid down most of the coffin body. An unbearable stench rushed out, even if his mouth and nose were covered, it almost suffocated Fang Zi'an, and his heart churned in disgust. Mrs. Zhang also retched again and again, forcibly enduring the smell. Shen Ling'er and Aunt Zhang, who were standing more than a dozen steps away, covered their mouths and noses and took more than a dozen steps back. They stand on the upper hand, but they don't actually feel anything. But looking at Fang Zi'an and Mrs. Zhang's appearance, they can imagine what the situation is.

"Auntie, as soon as possible. With the scissors in hand, simply look at the vital parts of the body below the larynx. Fang Zi'an held the lantern above the coffin, turned his head and didn't look at it, and urged in a deep voice.

Mrs. Zhang's hands trembled, and she grabbed the scissors and reached into the coffin. Fortunately, Ding's head and face were covered with a red cloth, so she couldn't see her face, otherwise she wouldn't have the courage to continue. She reached out and lifted the futon covering the corpse, and began to cut Ding's shroud with a click. This short period of time felt like a lifetime in her own senses. Sweat soaked her hair in a bun, sweat rolled down her face, and her hands were covered with sweat. After the layers of shroud were cut open, Mrs. Zhang saw the black-purple bulging skin of the dead corpse, which made her almost faint, her body was weak, and she could barely breathe.

"Auntie, hold on, check quickly." Fang Zi'an said in a low voice.

Mrs. Zhang settled down and began to search on her skin. However, after rummaging for a long time, I found no scars. Sweating profusely, she rummaged for a moment again, and suddenly she screamed.

"What? Did you find the wound? Fang Zi'an said.

"Left chest...... I had a red dot on my left chest, and I thought it was...... A red mole that looks like a stabbing wound. I'm not so sure. Mrs. Zhang said hurriedly.

Fang Zi'an tilted his head and said, "You talk about the other places to build, I'll take a look." ”

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly agreed, stretched out her hand to pull the tattered clothes, covering a large area of the corpse's skin, only exposing a small part of her left chest, and gasped: "Okay." ”

Fang Zi'an turned his head to look at it, and only for a moment knew that it was a fatal wound. It was a stab wound to the heart. The wound was the size of a grain of rice, but it was the one pierced by a thin iron thorn. This kind of murder weapon is not uncommon, in fact, it resembles a long iron needle, just a large iron needle. Craftsmen also use this kind of thing when they make holes in wood. Piercing thick leather robes, felt blankets, sewing and mending also use this kind of thing. Even the bookbindings in bookstores use this stuff to pierce dozens of layers of paper and bind them with threads.

In any case, it was fatal to be pierced directly into the heart by a long iron needle the thickness of a grain of rice. This method of killing is clean and neat, it will not make a mess, and the person who is killed will also stop beating in an instant, and die instantly. Of course, blood will come out, but as long as the small hole is plugged, not too much blood will come out. It is easy to dispose of the site.

Fang Zi'an recalled the situation of inspecting the murder scene last night, and those flies were only concentrated in a small area, indicating that there was not much blood flowing out. Otherwise, blood will be all over the ground. That means there must have been some disposition.

Fang Zi'an took the scissors in Mrs. Zhang's hand and began to stir gently at the small wound, and even poked in. Mrs. Zhang was stunned and said, "Young Master Fang, what are you doing?" ”

Before he could say anything, Fang Zi'an used the tip of the scissors to pick out a ball of bloody gauze from the wound. The long gauze was made into a thin strip, and after the killing, it was quickly blocked in the wound, so that the blood could not flow out.

"Okay, this is the real cause of Aunt Ding's death. Someone stabbed her in the heart with an iron thorn. These strips of cloth are tucked in to prevent too much blood from coming out, so you don't even notice the smell of blood or a large amount of blood in the room, and they can simply clean it up. Lord Zhang didn't hang Aunt Ding at all. It's all a frame-up. Fang Zi'an said.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head and wept, "Sister-in-law, you died so miserably." You've died so unjustly. How could these people do such a thing. ”

Fang Zi'an said: "Auntie, don't be sad, there has been a major discovery tonight, and things have made great progress." Now I have to let Sister-in-law Ding settle down. Did you bring silk slips? Take it and cover it. ”

Mrs. Zhang nodded tearfully, and softly asked Aunt Zhang to bring a few silk quilts to face her. Fang Zi'an smoothly uncovered the red cloth on Ding's face, and when Mrs. Zhang was stunned, Fang Zi'an had already asked in a deep voice, "Is it Aunt Ding?" ”

Only then did Mrs. Zhang understand that Fang Gongzi was the last to confirm whether the corpse was Ding or not. Although Ding's face was unbearable, Mrs. Zhang could still recognize it.

"It's my sister-in-law." Mrs. Zhang whimpered.

"That's good." Fang Zi'an turned his hand and covered it with a red cloth.

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