It's not that big, at best it's the size of a finger, it's a little rag doll. The workmanship of this rag doll is quite fine, and even the clothes and shoes are available.

I understood what the old policeman said, a southerner, or a gambler, no matter what way you think about it, you shouldn't have this kind of thing in your pocket. And looking at this rag doll, I also remembered the aversion to victory.

Disgust, also known as Nightmare Town, is a curse-type witchcraft that I have occasionally read a book about and learned about it, the most typical of which is to curse people with rag dolls or puppets.

The rag doll in front of me also has a pin poked in its heart and head, two stitches in its heart, and one stitch in its head, which is also very similar to the puppet's disgust.

I have something to say, expressed my opinion, and guessed that this rag doll was left by the murderer, and it can be regarded as a curse on the soul of this southerner.

The old policeman didn't say much, but I could see that he was a little superstitious, and I had mentioned the aversion to victory, but he nodded thoughtfully.

During this period, Liu Qianshou and Du Xing were very strange, they gathered around the rag doll left and right, and they both took out a frowning and thinking look, and Liu Qianshou also deliberately reached out and touched the pins.

He said, "One needle in the head, two needles in the heart, is it because I think too much?" How does this remind me of a person? ”

Duchenne echoed him, saying that he thought the same way. I think these two guys are okay, you talked to me word by word, and left me and the old policeman aside.

I asked them, who did they think of? I didn't go any further, if they could both guess the same person, then this person is not a small suspect, and it is even very likely that he is the murderer in this case.

The strange thing is that I asked this question, and neither of them answered me positively, especially Liu Qianshou, who waved his hand to ask the old policeman to put away the evidence, and then went to see the body of the southern guest.

I was confused by them, and I didn't ask much, because when I heard about the corpse, my mind shifted to there, and I wondered what the wound on the corpse would look like.

The old policeman led us to the backyard of the police station. This town has a peculiarity of being police stationed, and there is also a forensic office, but in the backyard. The corpse of the southerner was frozen in a special corpse room, blown by cold air, to ensure that it would not decompose in the short term.

The location of the corpse is also remote, at the end of a corridor. The lights in this hallway are dim, making the atmosphere a bit eerie.

But the four of us walked together, not afraid of this, the old policeman also told us in advance that the temperature in the corpse room was very low, almost close to freezing, and we must be mentally prepared if we didn't go in cold.

Originally, I wore very little, and when I walked in this dim corridor, I unconsciously felt an urge to tremble, and when he said this, I couldn't help but rub my shoulders.

I gritted my teeth and got ready, waiting for the door to open and a cold air blew in my face, but it was unexpected.

The moment the old policeman opened the door, a wave of heat came to his face, and the hot wind was particularly smelly. I was even roasted and smoked and took a step back, let alone felt nauseous, I almost rolled my eyes and was stunted.

My heart said, isn't this a place for corpses? Why did you change it to a public toilet?

Liu Qianshou and they didn't get any better, they all covered their noses, the old policeman was more interesting, he must have been confused, and asked us again and again what was going on.

Liu Qianshou and Du Xing had enough experience, and shouted a bad sentence together, and rushed in directly without disgusting.

I really don't want to drill here, it stinks so much when I stand at the door, I can't tell what it's like inside, but who makes himself a criminal policeman? I couldn't help it, so I took a deep breath and rushed in.

I slipped and thought that I could hold my breath, how could I resist for a minute or two, right? But I made a mistake in this little abacus, when I saw a male corpse on the dissolving table in the middle of the room, which already showed signs of decay, I was stimulated, and my heartbeat instantly accelerated, not only did I not hold back, but I couldn't help but gasp deeply.

This male corpse is a southern guest, there was originally an air conditioner hung on the wall facing the southern guest, if it blows cold air, this corpse will definitely be well preserved, but this air conditioner is wrong, blowing hot air, together with it is afraid that the corpse will rot unpleasantly, this is also fanning the flames of "cheering".

Liu Qianshou first found the remote control of the air conditioner, pressed it with a snap, and adjusted the air conditioner, but it was too late for him to do so, and he couldn't let the male corpse return to its original state at all.

I know that from the perspective of autopsy, a decomposing male corpse and a preserved male corpse are not the same concept, and many clues have been delayed by the word "rotten".

Neither of us spoke, and it was not appropriate for us to speak much now, so we gathered around the male corpse and observed.

I convinced Liu Tou'er, I really doubt that his resistance is so strong, he found a pair of rubber gloves, put them on and touched the male corpse, the flesh and skin of the male corpse are sticky, he can feel the paste when he touches it, and I want to vomit when I see it.

We all fixed our eyes on the wounds of the man's corpse, and I found that his wounds were very perverted, and on his head and chest, as if they had been pulled out by a bear's claws, a blur of flesh and blood.

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't think of what kind of weapon this was caused by, according to the available information, the red-faced killer only nodded a few fingers at the southerner, if it was really a bullet or a crossbow arrow or something, it couldn't be so powerful, right?

In martial arts, there are the so-called one-yang fingers and six-vein divine swords, and the TV performance is even more amazing, and the power of the shot is similar to that of a laser, but there can be no such thing in reality.

The old policeman never came in, and I heard the sound of vomiting coming from outside the door, probably because the old guy couldn't bear it and carried us to "wash the stomach".

Not long after he came, but just after vomiting he was a little weak, staggering to walk, and when he saw the corpse, he was stunned, pointing to the two wounds, this and this and that.

I looked at his expression and knew that something must have gone wrong, so I didn't care about the occasion and asked.

But the old policeman couldn't speak again, he suddenly became disgusted again, covered his mouth and ran out, and before he could get out, he spit out a small mouthful.

I really wonder how much this old guy ate at noon, why did he still have the goods in his stomach after throwing up?

Liu Qianshou took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the corpse's wounds, and then he waved his hand and took Du Xing and I to withdraw.

It didn't take long for us to go back to the police station, and Duchenne also found a few paper cups and brought us cold water, so that we could drink and suppress the shock, and by the way, remove the turbidity in our bodies.

We discussed the case here again, and the old policeman was very embarrassed, apologized to us again and again, said that he had just lost his temper, and said his opinion.

When the body of this southerner was brought back, he went to see it with the forensic doctor, and he still remembered the wound vividly. He said that the wound was not that big, it was about the same as a gunshot wound, but what happened today? How big is it to the size of a fist?

What he said was a problem, even if the corpse was blown away by the hot wind, the wound should not have changed so much, this is not a snowman, and there is no such thing as a wound melting.

Liu Qianshou flipped through his mobile phone and looked at those photos, this time he also had a headache, and he didn't have a good explanation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we took over the case, the facts of the case became confusing, but we could not give up the investigation just like that, Duchenne made another point.

He said that we should stop working behind closed doors at the police station, and go to Hongluo Village to see if there may be any new discoveries there.

He is also right in this opinion, on the night of the murder, those police snatched the body back, but they did not have the opportunity to do on-site investigation, and many clues were not discovered, and the information they have now is also asked by the villagers when they first came out of the police, and I don't know how much water there is.

But I was a little worried, and asked the old policeman, "Now that the police station is gone, will the villagers riot with us again?" ”

The old policeman is also worried about this, now the relationship between the police station and Hongluo Village is very delicate, if we don't do something out of the ordinary, those villagers will only avoid us, but if we want to use force, it will not be good.

This makes me a little helpless, what does my heart mean by being strong? How big is the scale? When we go to investigate, we encounter a scoundrel and I beat him twice, will it cause another conflict between the police and the people?

Du Xing didn't worry so much about me, he slapped his waist a few times, and said to me, "If those people dare to come nonsense, I will shoot at the sky to ensure that they are all scared." ”

For a while, there was a controversy within us, and I had the same concept as the old policeman, and it was a bit risky to go to investigate now, but Liu Qianshou and Du Xing both felt that the current suspicions were too complicated, and if they didn't go to Hongluo Village, this case could not be done.

The old policeman was pragmatic and pragmatic, but he slipped his head, and when he saw Liu Qianshou so insistent, he regressed, and told us that he was unwell and would not go to this investigation.

But I can't go back, no matter what troubles there are on this trip to Hongluo Village, I have to get through it side by side with Liu Tou'er.

We didn't delay, so we set off, we came in the police car of the city bureau, but we didn't bring guns, so we had to get a few at the town police station.

I found that the weapons in the town police station were very backward, all of them were revolvers, and Liu Qianshou and I had nothing, Du Xing was not satisfied, so he received two, and pinned one on the left and right waists.

When we left the town police station, it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and I calculated the distance, and it would take us two hours to go back and forth to Hongluo Village.

But there was a fork in the road, who would have thought that the road here could be like this, it was the feeling before liberation, Duchenne's car, I didn't count how many times the police car scraped the chassis, how long it was bumpy on the uneven road.

Anyway, the three of us are on the way, and the dynamic "car shock" is coming.

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