Chapter 89: The Mystery of the Ancient House (3) Grains of Sand on the Corpse
"Huh? What is it? I leaned closer to the corpse and picked up a pinch of sand from the operating table next to the corpse, "Why is there sand here?" β
The three of us look at each other, and it must not make sense according to common sense. This discovery is indeed unusual and cannot be said to be bizarre, but it cannot be explained by common sense.
First, how the corpse died, just by looking at this expression, you know that it is a common question; second, why there are grains of sand on the table; Third, why is there no mold on it.
Boss Bi said: "I've almost said what I should say, and the rest is up to you to analyze, Formodu." β
I said, "I can only make assumptions." The sand of the desert is weathered sand, which is fine silt; After the sand of the river is washed and screened, it can be coarsely subgraded. The sand that is generally left on the beach is coarse sand. β
Boss Bi bowed to me and said, "After class, goodbye teacher-Brother Du, have you been infected by that surnamed Zhao?" I like to suddenly start entering the classroom mode, I just want to listen to your next judgment, don't tell the inner drama. β
I snorted, "I mean that this person should have died in the desert, but I don't know why he wasn't contaminated by mold." As I spoke, I lifted the corpse's armpit with both hands and tried to drag it down.
Boss Bi and Wang Ziyue were shocked when they saw me like this, and hurriedly stopped me and asked me what I was going to do. I said, "Of course, drag it to that room for an autopsy." Only then can we know exactly how he died. β
Boss Bi ripped my hand away: "I also believe that you are Formodu, but you think of yourself as Shermo Du Gadusheng (Watson), do you think you are a forensic doctor?" β
I shook my head: "This clue is very important, I have to find out." β
"Waitβ"
"Big brother, you-"
"Shhhhhh A few of us were all lying on the ground, even though our faces were almost on the mold floor.
"Click, click, click."
We heard a rhythmic, crisp sound, it couldn't be footsteps, the floor was full of mold, what was that?
Boss Bi gestured to us and asked us all to lie on the other side of the outermost corpse operating table, so that we could not only hide ourselves, but also see who it was - it was a rare and good place.
The door was pushed open at once, and a faint glow from a burning kerosene lamp revealed a hunchbacked, emaciated figure, and my heart tightened: the man's eyes were red and shining. I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it.
Boss Bi also wanted to gesture to me, so I grabbed his hand. The man staggered toward an operating table. I saw it below, and it seemed to be the corpse that wasn't moldy.
In the darkness and panic of the environment, the person's perception of time will be greatly reduced, and it is not known how long the person has been standing there before staggering out of the room again.
"My goodness!" Boss Bi breathed a sigh of relief and lit the flashlight again, "How is it?" I'm right! Let you, who went to college, explain what words to use to describe him. β
"I think I've seen him somewhere." I'm holding my head, really! It's time for my amnesia to be cured.
Wang Ziyue tilted her head to look at me and asked, "Did you forget the ...... with red eyes?"
I gasped and said, "You're talking about red-eyed people?" That's right! If that's the case, then what the hell is it doing? As far as we know, red-eyed people only have low-level thinking skills, how can they come to us with a lamp? Is someone manipulating them?
Boss Bi said: "If this is really a red-eyed person, it is also a red-eyed person with a dream." Seeing that we were puzzled, he said, "This red-eyed man must have been a forensic doctor when he was alive, dissecting corpses into demons, and even turning into a thoughtless red-eyed man to do this." He's such a strong and ambitious model, and I have to give him a compliment. β
I chuckled and asked, "What did you just see?" β
Boss Bi pointed to the operating table and said, "A knife, a lamp, and a corpse." Guess what he did? β
We walked over to the operating table. I saw a very disgusting scene: the entire chest and abdomen of the corpse were cut, but because it was a very ancient corpse, the blood had long since dried up, and it was full of sand, as if it was a sandbag puppet.
"It's brutal, isn't it?" As soon as Boss Bi saw it, he began to retch, "I'll go!" Is this man sick? What kind of routine is this. β
"This is not a routine, this is a unique way of sacrifice for people in the desert, which is commonly known as sand burial sacrifice." Wang Ziyue interjected on the side. "This kind of sacrifice is to pour sand into a person and then make a sacrifice."
Boss Bi widened his eyes when he heard this: "I'll go!" No kidding, right? Isn't this the principle of making soup dumplings? I'm ΓΓ never eat soup dumplings again, no, I'm not going to eat dumplings again. β
I scolded: "Don't spoil the food here, the soup in the soup bag is not "poured", or the boiled broth is stirred into the meat filling and frozen in the refrigerator. Be serious! β
I didn't say anything after I scolded the boss, but I still heard him muttering the most, but I believe I don't want to know.
Wang Ziyue pointed to the corpses and said: "I think everything has fallen into place, these corpses were transported from the desert, and they should belong to an ancient tomb of the Western Regions civilization, someone dug them out and put them in this house, but ...... What exactly do they want? She looked at me, "What do you think, big brother?" β
I frowned and thought it made sense.
Liu Guang's purpose is obvious, that is, they want us to find this, and they want us to find the secret of the desert tomb hidden here. But what we think is an approximation, which is forced to be solved according to the existing clues, so that there will inevitably be some deviations.
I nodded, "That's right. But there is another very important question - is the person here a red-eyed person, and what is his real identity? "Liu Guang, the bureau they set up for us can't be based on these technical contents, and we have already guessed before we can take a few steps and be startled.
All three of them were lost in thought as I said this, and it was clear that with the clues we now have, the puzzle would be impossible to solve. Maybe the puzzle is on the puzzle, but it's never so easy to guess.
I thought about it all over again, first of all, there was a tape recorder in the room, so everything was a game played by Liu Guang and them, maybe he was behind the screen drinking and smoking cigarettes, watching our "plays".
The second is the contradiction of corpses. Mildew vs. non-mildew, that's a question.
Finally, there's the man, a character similar to an escape room NPC.
The room is the space, the recording is the puzzle, the environment is the effect, and the clues are all around. Liu Guang's game is really good, although I can't guess their true purpose, but I can also understand that this is related to their next plan.
"Oops!" Boss Bi pushed me awake with an elbow, "Are you okay?" Your expression doesn't look like a problem solved, but a scared face. β
I ignored my boss's sarcasm and leaned down to look at the corpse again. "I have a hunch that this is the crux of the real problem we're looking for," he said softly. β
"Where?" Boss Bi asked, "Did you hide in your belt?" β
Wang Ziyue also asked eagerly: "Big brother, don't sell Guanzi, what is it?" β
I pointed to the door, to the door where I couldn't see anything, and said, "The answer is in that person." β
It's not that I really guessed what Liu Guang was thinking, or why they did it or what their purpose was, but that I found a way to think about it.
What is said in the recording is also something in the words, not only we can take it out, but hope that we understand something. It's hard to understand, but the meaning is clear.
I don't have such a good brain, it's just that Wang Ziyue's words reminded me if it all had something to do with the next tomb we were going to. It's an escape room, so we'll have to follow that.