"Huh?" At this moment, Lao Wei suddenly made a discovery, raised his camera and took a few photos, and carefully piled up his clothes.

A few strands of dry hair immediately appeared.

Su Ping caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and immediately turned his head to look over, and suddenly found a head.

"And the dead?" He was taken aback and immediately rushed over to take a look.

Lao Wei also chuckled in his heart, and was about to shout Yan Zhongxin, but when the words came to his mouth, after the mask was moved, he swallowed it back, and the whole person breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said: "It's not a dead person, it's fake, it's just that it's more similar." ”

Su Ping paused, and then breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down a little, walked to the closet, squatted down and took a closer look.

"Huh?" After two glances, he stood up again and turned his head to look at Yao Chugui's body on the bed, and wondered, "Look, is this fake head a little similar to Yao Chugui?" ”

"No, right? The facial features are still a little different...... But don't mention, the face shape is really similar, and the hairstyle is almost identical, especially these little braids......"

Lao Wei changed his words after saying half of it, and then looked at the fake head more, rolled his eyes, and said, "I probably know what's going on." ”

"Oh?"

Lao Wei raised his hand and pointed to the bedside table, where there was a small leather bag, which was unfolded at the moment, containing some long combs and scissors and other things, and pointed to the fake head, and said, "This is probably a customized model, used to 'practice' and style hairstyles for barbers."

It may be that Yao Chugui customized it according to his face shape, or it may be that Chi Lekui helped him customize it...... With such long hair, and a pair or a pair, he should have quite a personality, and it is not strange to give himself or his wife a custom hairstyle for him. ”

Su Ping nodded lightly, but also agreed with Lao Wei's explanation.

Xun Mu said, "Isn't it? It's so similar, it's a bit unlucky to customize it into Yao Chugui's own appearance, and no matter how individual you are, you may not be able to accept it......"

"Actually, it's not much like that." Lao Wei explained: "The main thing is that the contours are similar and the hairstyles are the same, which gives people a special feeling of similarity, but in fact, the facial features are not the same at all." The reason why the face shape is similar is to better design the hairstyle, after all, many hairstyles are very picky about the face shape. ”

"That's right." Xun Mu nodded again, and then pointed to the model's face: "Why is it a little deformed here?" ”

Su Ping glanced at the deceased in the closet and said, "I'm afraid I was beaten by him." ”

Xun Mu's eyes rolled: "That is to say...... He hid in the closet, and somehow saw this head, which looked too similar to Yao Chugui at first glance, was startled, knocked this head off with a punch, and kicked it into the pile of clothes? ”

After thinking about it, he added: "Knocking out the source of fear is indeed one of the instinctive reactions of most people, it is not controllable at all, and it is not too brainy. ”

"Wait......" Lao Wei suddenly found something, flipped over the "top of the head" of the model, bent down and took a picture in the pile of clothes, and then felt out two thin needles.

"What is this?" Xun Mu asked curiously.

Su Ping thought thoughtfully: "Fixed hairstyle? ”

"Who's going to fix their hair with a sewing needle?" Lao Wei said: "Do you see how many needle holes are there on the 'top of the head' of this model? ”

"It's really ......," Xun Mu said, "Could it be that these needles are stuck on the top of the model's head?" ”

Lao Wei looked at the model again and again, picked it up and shook it lightly from side to side, and then his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands grabbed the top of his head and neck respectively, and twisted it slightly.

There was even a "cover" on the top of this model's head, which was unscrewed by Lao Wei, and when he poured it gently, a small cloth bag was poured out.

Immediately after, Lao Wei opened the small cloth bag and took out a small bundle of hair from it, as well as a yellow paper rolled into a roll.

Slowly unfolding the note, he read softly again: "Yao Chugui, at noon on the day of Jiazi in the month of Jiayin...... It's followed by a bunch of invisible symbols, what do you mean? ”

Su Ping immediately took out his mobile phone, and then asked, "The thing you just reported, read it again?" What year, month, and day? ”

"Jiayin month Jiazi day Geng noon ......"

"The year is 1993, and the year is ......1933," Su Ping said, and then glanced at Yao Chugui's body.

Xun Mu directly flipped through his mobile phone, found a photo, and said: "Lao Su, you check February 12, 1993." ”

"Good ......" Su Ping did so, and then heeded: "God, this day is really the Jiazi day of the Jiayin month of the year of Guiyou." How can you calculate the calendar? ”

"Calculate the hammer, this day is Yao Chugui's birthday on his ID card!" Xun Mu rolled his eyes: "Geng noon...... I don't know what the word Geng means, but noon should be between eleven and one o'clock at noon? I guess this is Yao Chugui's birthday. ”

Su Ping raised his eyebrows.

"You don't understand anything?" Xun Mu was a little surprised, and then said his guess: "I wrote Yao Chugui's name, his birthday, and this handful of hair is estimated to be his, and it is placed in the head of a model with a similar hairstyle and face shape to him, and it is suspected that there are several needles on the head......

I have the feeling that it is some kind of curse. Head down? Nailhead Seven Arrows? Or some kind of messy sorcery? Of course, it may also be a blessing, gathering wealth and enlightenment or something, but I always feel a little evil Yazi, not quite like a blessing, I am more inclined to curse. ”

Su Ping was a little furious by what he said, and looked at the head in Lao Wei's hand, how strange it looked, so he looked away again, secretly took two deep breaths, and then looked at the man's corpse.

Lao Wei put away the clothes again, and found a few fine needles in the process.

Su Ping stared at the corpse's feet twice, and said softly: "There are a small number of needle holes on the soles of the feet, it is estimated that when he kicked this head, he was pricked by the needle's tail." He kicked harder, so even the end of the needle still pierced the skin. ”

At this time, Yan Zhongxin quickly checked Yao Chugui's corpse, ordered someone to put the corpse up, and moved it to the edge of the closet.

"You've been muttering for a long time, let me see?" He said.

"Hey, look, look!" Lao Wei actually checked the wardrobe, then held the model's head to make room, and said, "I'll go to the bedside and take a look." ”

Su Ping nodded.

Yan Zhongxin took a few photos, looked at the corpse again, shook his head and said: "There are no obvious fatal wounds on the body, and there are no typical signs of poisoning, I am afraid that I am scared to death." ”

"Huh?"

"No wonder." Yan Zhongxin said: "The visual conditions in the wardrobe are not good, black and swarthy, this head may easily be considered Yao Chugui at first glance, but he has clearly seen Yao Chugui just now, and he is afraid that he will think that he is a ghost."

Then he subconsciously knocked down the model, and kicked a few times, but he was injured by the fine needles on the model, and felt a tingling pain, and he didn't think that this head was biting his toes. ”