[The book continues from the above, the last book said that when the Spring Festival was approaching, the shopkeeper Zhang put Mu Qingming's leave, and Mu Qingming began to teach Mei Xiang to read in rare time. At the same time, the new dragon keeper sent by the Mu family also arrived in Kunming, and it was Uncle Tiehua, an old slave in the family that Mu Qingming knew. After the meeting, Uncle Tie Hua left, and then Zhao Liang came to the door and showed Mu Qingming a pinch of powder, Mu Qingming decided to investigate Wu's mother's clothes again; led out Mu Qing's clothes and found clues of Wu's mother's suicide, and noticed that there were ghosts in the police department. At the same time, a brainless charred corpse suddenly appeared on the bank of the Panlong River, and after Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang learned about it, they immediately rushed to the scene to investigate. The dragon locker and the detective will join forces again and vow to solve this brainless case. 】

turned around and returned to the hospital, briefly explained a few words to Mo Han, and went out to the police station with Zhao Liang.

"Do you know how to shoot flowers?" Mu Qingming asked as he walked.

"Yes." Zhao Liang nodded: "It's a trafficker who abducts and sells children." ”。

"It's not just children, it's women." Mu Qingming, who had a cold face, said in a deep voice: "Generally, the women in Qinglou are not all desperate to sell themselves, some are lazy to eat, and some are taken away by those who shoot flowers. And those who shoot flowers will use a secret medicine, with this secret medicine, they can make the person who is recruited to act according to their wishes, and the powder you showed me is this secret medicine. I was in it, smelling the pungent smell of mandala pollen. ”。

Having said that, Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang had already walked out of Shala Lane.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and people come and go on the bustling streets. After Mu Qingming and Zhao Liang identified the direction, they squeezed into the crowd and headed towards the police department.

"You mean, someone brought the powder to the detention room and then drugged Wu's mother?" Under the warm sun, Zhao Liang suddenly felt a little chill on his back when he asked this, and his cold hair stood up.

The police department is heavily guarded, and there are police officers on duty everywhere, all of whom are evil nemesis to protect the people, but how can anyone bring secret medicine in?

"Yes, so Mama Wu committed suicide with strings at the request of the person who drugged him." Mu Qingming had never seen the relics, but he had heard Zhao Liang talk about it, so he also knew about the existence of the strings.

"The strings seem to be foreigners' strings, made of metal. Our string strings are metal-free, so this kind of metal strings are rare and easy to find, so you'd better check this and find a buyer. Mu Qingming then reminded.

In his heart, he immediately thought that Wu's mother did not tell him the truth, and now the general signs show that Wu's mother was killed.

Who will be killed? The answer is people who know too much.

"Do you suspect that the strings were brought in by the murderer?" Zhao Liang asked urgently.

"Of course, if someone really shoots flowers at Mother Wu, do you think a person with a clear mind and a normal mind will carry the strings to cooperate with the murderer to kill himself?" Mu Qingming returned faintly.

"Makes sense." Zhao Liang nodded thoughtfully and cast an admiring look at Mu Qingming.

The two talked as they walked, and after a while, the two finally came to the police station.

Zhao Liang didn't say a word, and took Mu Qingming to the evidence room. After taking the evidence again, he slowly unfolded the clothes that Wu Ma was wearing in front of her on the table, pointed to the right shoulder of the clothes to Mu Qingming, and said, "The powder is a subtle fingerprint here before, and I brushed it off little by little with a small brush." ”。

"It's really a flower shooter*." Mu Qingming picked up his clothes, and after seeing that there were no finger marks on them, he lowered his head and gently sniffed the place Zhao Liang was pointing at, frowned and said slowly in an affirmative tone: "Before Mother Wu died, did anyone enter her detention room?" ”。

I also blamed myself for thinking too much about the problem before. If he hadn't thought too simply, and had come to see Mama Wu's body with Zhao Liang earlier, there might have been more discoveries.

"Yes, the police officer who guarded it, me, and the assistant Lao Li Shi, and the clerk who made the notes for Wu's mother." Zhao Liang returned thoughtfully.

"Didn't you find anything suspicious?" Mu Qingming, who frowned tightly, was a little more suspicious on his face.

"No, there's nothing suspicious about it other than being silent." After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Liang shook his head and said.

Mu Qingming put his hand into his sleeve, looked at the side of the clothes and groaned and thought.

"Well, let's divide and work together; You find the source of the strings and use this clue to locate the murderer, but don't let the second person know, and neither can your men. After Mu Qingming pondered for a long time, he expected that this police station was heavily guarded, and ordinary people could not enter the detention room, there must be an inner ghost inside, and it was this inner ghost who brought the strings to Wu's mother, and after taking pictures of it, he told Zhao Liang Suse: "I'll go check the clues of Huazi." ”。

Zhao Liang thought about it for a while, and after thinking that this was the best way at the moment, he nodded in response.

Just as he was about to pack up the evidence and go out to investigate the case, Zhao Liang's subordinate Lao Li Shi rushed in in a hurry, and said in a panic: "Inspector Zhao, something is wrong, a charred corpse was dug up on the side of the Bada River of the Panlong River." ”。

Zhao Liang was shocked, how could the scorched corpse still be dug up? At the moment, he was just stunned, and said to Old Master Li: "Go!" After that, he pulled Mu Qingming and went out with Lao Li.

The upper reaches of the Panlong River are called the Muyang River, the source is the Baishapo at the west foot of Liangwang Mountain in the northwest of Songming County, flows through the southwest of the Muyang River in the west, flows southeast to Aziying, flows through the Lion Mountain and the Lengshui River, flows into the Songhua Dam in the southwest, flows through Kunming from the southwest, runs through the whole dam, and enters the Dianchi Lake near Guandu.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this endless river that has flowed for thousands of years is the mother river of old Kunming.

And in the place where it flows through the small vegetable garden, the old Kunming people call it the Bada River. The Panlong River flows here, and there is a big S-shaped turn.

The place where the scorched corpse was found by Lao Li Shi was found on the west bank of the Bada River.

On both sides of the eight major rivers lined with willows, there are delicate farmlands and forests. Mu Qingming hurried here with Zhao Liang, and found that in a field by the river, there were already many farmers who were farming nearby.

Zhao Liang pushed aside the crowd of people who were talking and stood at the scene of the crime, and the first thing he saw was a shallow dirt pit with many excavation marks on the edge, and a charred head stuck obliquely in the pit, as if it had grown out of it.

The flesh on the head had been burned black, like a large piece of roasted meat. As a result, the deceased was unrecognizable, and his facial features such as nose and mouth could only be seen in a general way, and it was even more difficult to see whether it was male or female.

Not far away, there was an old man who was so frightened that he was shivering, sitting on the ridge of the field, holding his hoe in his hand and trembling.

"That old man (the meaning of grandfather in Kunming dialect) found it when he was plowing the land." A police officer at the scene pointed to the old man and said to Zhao Liang.

Mu Qingming, who was accustomed to seeing life and death and had a normal complexion, also squatted down beside Zhao Liang, reached out and gently tossed the human head, but after seeing that there was a bone missing from the top of the human head, and he could see that there was nothing in the head, he asked indifferently: "What about the Tianling Gai?" ”。

"Yes, where is the Heavenly Spirit Gai?" Zhao Liang noticed this and hurriedly asked.

The little policeman shook his head lightly and replied quietly, "I don't know, that's how we will be when we arrive." ”。

"Daddy." Zhao Liang got up, walked to the shivering old man and squatted down, and after giving the other party a cigarette, he asked, "How did you find this charred corpse?" ”。

"Digging the ground, the hoe went down and shook it, and I felt something in the soil thinking it was a stone." The old man held the cigarette roll in his trembling hand and said in a trembling voice: "I wanted to dig out the stone, but I didn't expect to dig out a head." ”。 After finishing speaking, his whole body trembled suddenly.

"The brains were taken before the bodies were destroyed." The bold Mu Qingming reached out to the scorched corpse's brain and touched it, but he could only touch the ashes and slag, and after looking at the soil on the inner wall of the pit was not scorched, he got up and walked to Zhao Liang's side, and said slowly: "I didn't touch any brain marrow in the scorched corpse's brain, and even the oil was very little. ”。

"So perverted?" Zhao Liang's eyes widened, he looked at Mu Qingming, who nodded, in a daze, and asked in surprise: "Could it be burned out?" ”。

"Have you ever eaten roast pork brain?" Mu Qingming, whose face was as calm as water, asked rhetorically, and said lightly: "Have you ever seen a pig brain flower that can be burned by fire?" If it was really burned to the ground, then the flesh and skin on the charred corpse should no longer exist. ”。

At the end, Mu Qingming paused, and added: "There are also corpses that are not charred here, and the soil in the pit has no traces of charred black, this is just a place where the corpses are buried. ”。

"I've noticed that, too." After the thoughtful Zhao Liang nodded, he said suspiciously: "But I don't understand why I took my brain?" ”。

"Eat." Mu Qingming thought for a moment and spat out a word.

This is not his nonsense, but his experience in the rivers and lakes made him immediately think of a home remedies that have something to do with his brain.

According to folk legends, people who have madness can be cured of madness as long as they can eat fresh human brains.

Decades ago, Mu Qingming was also on the high slope of the loess in the northwest, and he saw someone buy the brain flower from the 'rice market' for the crazy people at home to eat.

This 'rice market' is not a place to buy and sell rice, but a place to buy human flesh. At that time, the Qing government was incompetent and declining, and many human flesh markets appeared in the northwest. And people eat rice, so human flesh is also called 'rice meat'.

And people have two legs, so the person who is about to become 'rice meat' is also called a two-legged sheep.

In the midst of the howls and painful screams, the bloody scenes of the calm butcher skillfully cutting the skull and taking out the brain, and the madness of those hungry people snatching the 'rice meat', Mu Qingming still vividly remembers it to this day.

Zhao Liang was even more surprised, under the gentle river breeze, he slowly locked his brows, and looked at Mu Qingming blankly, his eyes were full of incredulity.

"Inspector Zhao lives in a temple, and if he is not familiar with the rivers and lakes, he naturally does not know that there are many folk remedies like stars." Mu Qingming's face was still as usual, and he said slowly and calmly: "Among these many home remedies, there is one recipe that eats human brains; It is said to cure madness. ”。

He said so definitely and with a natural expression, and his analysis of the case was straightforward, if it weren't for the fact that he was the police consultant invited by Zhao Liang, Zhao Liang might have taken him down immediately.

"Find people with madness in the family and check them one by one!" After the shock, only anger remained, and Zhao Liang clenched his fists and ordered his opponent.

Is the truth as Mu Qingming deduced? Is there a home remedy that can cure madness by eating brains? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.