If you want to say where the whole city of Hangzhou is the most unpopular, you have to count the Yizhuang in the south of the city. After all www.biquge.info there are always some strangers who have died here, and there are always rumors that they have seen something strange here, and even fewer people haunt around Yizhuang when they come and go. And at night, it looks even more eerie here, except for a guard named Lao Song, there is hardly half a figure.

But today, when Lao Song had already gone to bed and was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock on the door, which made him mutter: "Could it be that somewhere else has you found a corpse to send?" It's been a rough few days. With these thoughts in his heart, he was not slow to move, and immediately put on his clothes and ran to the front yard to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Lao Song was surprised to see only three people, and there were no dead bodies, which surprised him: "Are you here to collect the corpses in the middle of the night?" Why don't you pick a good time? There was some unhappiness in his tone, who told these three to disturb his rest.

"No, we're here to examine the body." Yang Zhen looked at the Yizhuang guard in front of him, but he felt a little uncomfortable. Just because this man who looks only in his fifties looks very ugly, his whole face looks like an accident scene, his two eyes are one big and one small, his nose is crooked, and he has a mouthful of buckteeth, which are all exposed as soon as he opens his mouth.

On such a cool spring night, in front of this gloomy and quiet Yizhuang, suddenly seeing such a strange and ugly man who does not look like a person for three points and looks like a ghost for seven points, it is naturally easy to make people's hearts furious. But Yang Zhen's psychology was strong after all, and he didn't show disgust like the two of them behind him.

Lao Song was accustomed to the disgust and fear of others for himself, but he didn't react much, but said: "Are you from the government, if you want to come to Yizhuang for an autopsy, you have to have a certificate from the yamen." ”

"I wonder if that's enough?" Yang Zhen showed the waist card of Jinyiwei.

"Jin Yiwei?" Lao Song is obviously knowledgeable, and when he saw the waist card, he smiled humbly: "It turned out to be the official of Jinyiwei, there is naturally no problem for you to conduct an autopsy, please come in." When he smiled, his whole face seemed more distorted, which made people's hearts feel very uncomfortable.

After leading the three of them to the hall where the corpses were placed, Lao Song asked humbly: "I don't know which corpse the three masters want to examine." ”

Yang Zhen glanced at the hall by the faint candlelight in Lao Song's hand, and found that there were more than a dozen thin coffins in this not very large hall, three of which were ajar, and there were obviously corpses lying in them that had not been treated.

According to the rules of the time, as long as the identity of the dead people could not be clarified for a period of time, and no one paid to claim and bury them, they would be buried in mass graves outside the city. Therefore, although Yizhuang only has more than ten coffins, in the case of recycling, it is enough. It's not a lot to have three untreated corpses like today.

However, Yang Zhen didn't come to Yizhuang today to investigate, so he said his intention: "I want to examine a body that was killed on the 12th, and it was sent by the prefect's yamen." ”

"Oh, is this corpse? Didn't you test it before in the government office? Lao Song muttered in some surprise, but still led Yang Zhen to one of the coffins, and then lifted the lid that was half on top with a strong lift.

Yang Zhen nodded, and took out half a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to Lao Song: "Please light a few more candles here." ”

Lao Song took the silver with a smile, put down the candle in his hand, and walked to the back with a promise, and there were words in his mouth: "It's strange these days, there are always people who die for no reason, I heard that even the ambassador of the treasury of the government fell into the West Lake and drowned because of drunkenness." ...... today" As he spoke, he had turned into the pillar behind him, and there was no light there, but he had been working in this Yizhuang for half his life, and even if there was no light, he could easily go back to his bedroom and find candles and other things.

The three people in the hall didn't pay attention to Lao Song's muttering, and at this time, Zhou Zhenzheng asked in a somewhat unconvinced voice: "Erlang, can we really find out something here?" ”

"Yes, why don't you report to the hundred households and come back tomorrow to check." Zhao Hui also echoed.

Seeing that the two of them looked very uncomfortable, Yang Zhen smiled in his heart. In the end, the ancients, even a character like Jin Yiwei is still a little afraid in a place like Yizhuang that is related to corpses. But he didn't accept the suggestion of the two: "Since we have clues, we should find out immediately, so as to save us a lot of long nights." If something goes wrong here because of our delay, it will be difficult to save it. ”

While speaking, Yang Zhen had already held the candlestick and gathered into the coffin to take a closer look at the corpse. He had also done this when he was in Gangneung, and he seemed quite skilled to do it again at this time.

Seeing that he insisted, Zhou Zhen and the two stopped persuading each other, so they had to bite the bullet and have the courage to carefully examine the corpse with him. Although in terms of qualifications, they are much deeper than Yang Zhen, a newcomer who has only been in Jinyiwei for a few months, but after experiencing many things, they have gradually become accustomed to doing things with this teenager.

Fortunately, the weather was not yet hot at this time, and although the corpse had been placed for a few days, there were signs of decomposition, but it had not really decomposed, and the stench was bearable, but it was enough to make people tremble.

The dim candlelight illuminated a pale human face, and the deceased looked no more than thirty years old, even if he was no longer angry, but still gave people a sense of shrewdness and ability. As the candle flame moved down, Yang Zhen clearly saw the reason for his death, and couldn't help frowning and snorting lightly: "This person was actually killed by a knife that cut his throat, what a neat technique." ”

Zhou Zhen and the others were still a little unbearable, and even held their breath, and when they heard Yang Zhen say this, their expressions also became solemn: "So, there is really something strange about this case?" At this time, I didn't care about the nausea and fear, so I hurried up and observed carefully.

"You see, this man was killed by the murderer by slashing his throat from the left side and slashing to the right. Looking at the upturned flesh and skin, there is really no waste of effort. If it is heavier, it will cut into the bone, and if it is lighter, it will not be able to kill with a knife, which shows the murderer's skill in killing. Without years of killer career, you can't cut such a precise knife. As Yang Zhen spoke, he thought of the woman's corpse in Jiangling again, and the situation at that time was very similar to this, but the murderer that time was left-handed, but this time it was not.

After examining the wounds, Yang Zhen asked the two of them to help him carry the body out of the monster, and he wanted to take a closer look at the other features on the person's body, maybe there would be an unexpected gain. And just as he was carefully examining the corpse, Lao Song had already taken four or five candles and turned them back. With these four or five candles, the hall suddenly lit up a lot, but when the candle shadow flickered, it added a little weirdness.

When people are nervous, they talk a lot. Zhao Hui couldn't see anything wrong with the corpse for a while, and he didn't dare to disturb Yang Zhen, so he casually asked Lao Song: "By the way, what about the corpses in the other two coffins?" ”

"Those two. One was a businessman who died of illness in Hangzhou, saying that his family would soon come to collect the body. As for the other one, it was also an unlucky man......

When they talked, Yang Zhen saw something wrong again, the corpse's right arm was much thicker than his left arm, and there was a layer of hard calluses on the tiger's mouth on his right hand, which looked like the traces left by the habitual use of weapons.

"The deceased was a man of martial arts. In that case, it is even more impossible for an ordinary villager to kill him with a knife, and the reverse makes sense. Yang Zhen thought in his heart, and a confident light flashed in his eyes.

The conversation over there continued, and I saw Lao Song continue to sigh: "...... This man was indeed unlucky, he actually stepped on the air on the hillside, fell down the mountain and fell to his death. And there is no guide on his body, and he can't even find out his identity, which is really a sin. ”

"And when was this body found?" Zhao Hui asked again casually.

"It's the morning of the thirteenth...... I heard that he died after the evening of the twelve. ”

"What do you say? When did he die? Yang Zhen, who was still examining the corpse, suddenly raised his head, stared at Lao Song and asked.

Lao Song was obviously frightened by his suddenly raised tone, and it took a while for Ai Ai to say: "It's the twelfth day, that is, six days ago, what's wrong?" ”

"It was the same March 12, and the identity of the deceased could not be found...... Do they really have nothing to prove their identity, or have they been taken by the murderer? Yang Zhen quickly turned his thoughts in his heart, and then said to Lao Song: "Which is the corpse that fell to death, let me take a look." "While the fact that the man fell to his death may not be refuted, as long as a little more evidence is found that resembles the person killed, it is likely that the two cases are related.

"Oh, it's in the coffin on the left." Old Song hurriedly pointed to the coffin.

Without Yang Zhen's orders, Zhao Hui and the others hurriedly stepped forward, moved the corpse out, and put it next to the one just now. Yang Zhen didn't look at his wound first, but directly took the man's hand to identify it.

It's a pity that this man's hands don't have the hard calluses of a man who wields weapons, and his arms are about the same size, which is obviously different from the previous one. Just when Yang Zhen felt a little disappointed, his eyes suddenly fell on the feet of the corpse, but it was a shock, the legs and feet of that person were much thicker than ordinary people.

"Could it be that he is a martial artist who is good at using his feet?" Yang Zhen thought of this, and leaned down to check it without any scruples. I don't know if it's because of rolling down the mountain, this person only has one shoe left on his foot, and his right foot is bare, and when Yang Zhen's eyes fell on his right foot, he knew that his guess was good, the ten toes of that person's right foot were actually of average length, and there was a thick layer of calluses on it, which was a clear proof of practicing foot kung fu.

Just as Yang Zhen was about to stand up, suddenly his gaze fell on the man's heel again, and his face became extremely solemn. Just because he found that there was a tattoo on the heel of the man, and the tattoo was a four-petal white lotus......