Fan Dengbiao pulled a few strands of hair hanging from his head to his sideburns, put the head of the bamboo pole into the water, and soon, the whole bamboo pole disappeared into the water.

Master Tang grabbed the edge of the new culvert with his left hand, his body slowly sank, and his right hand also submerged into the water, he wanted to send the head of the bamboo pole into the underwater culvert - the water was too muddy, Master Tang had to touch the entrance of the culvert with his hands.

"Old Fan, the iron hook has entered the culvert, you slowly push forward."

Fan Dengbiao followed Master Tang's prompts, leaned forward, and slowly pushed the bamboo pole into the culvert—his body also moved in the direction of the culvert.

After a brief obstruction of the head of the bamboo pole, it continued to move forward and stopped when the bamboo pole had reached about 2.5 meters deep into the culvert.

Fan Dengbiao was about to pull the bamboo pole out, but was stopped by Zhao Zimeng: "Two masters, please wait a while." How deep is the head? ”

"At the time, I was scared, it was dark, probably - probably - maybe more than three meters deep!"

Zhao Zimeng walked up to Master Tang: "Two masters, stretch the bamboo pole a little more inside—it will stretch to about three meters." ”

"Okay, then stretch another meter."

The bamboo pole came to a stop after about a meter of advancement.

Master Fan began to rotate the bamboo pole while moving forward and backward inside the culvert like pulling a bellows.

Everyone knows that there is no obstacle to the movement of the bamboo pole in the mud, but if it touches a foreign object, the situation is different, and the hand of the person holding the bamboo pole has a feeling - especially Fan Dengbiao.

Xiao Lao looked at his watch, the time was nine thirty-five. Everyone has been delayed at the sluice gate for more than an hour. More and more people gathered around the sluice, and many workers on the construction site came. On the road from Moling to Liuyedu, there are also many people standing, no matter who they are, they will stop when they walk here, and put aside what they are doing and what they are going to do for the time being.

There were also a lot of people standing on the other side of the river.

Suddenly, the bamboo pole in Master Fan's hand seemed to be less obedient, Fan Dengbiao pushed the bamboo pole forward, but it was very difficult, he wanted to pull the bamboo pole out again, but it was a little difficult, he turned the bamboo pole again, but it didn't turn. Judging by the feeling in his hand, the iron hook in front of the bamboo pole seems to be entangled in something.

"Old Don, the iron hook seems to have hooked something—soft." Fan Dengbiao was overjoyed.

"Pull hard out—but slowly, don't get out of the hook." After Master Tang finished speaking, he dived down, grabbed the bamboo pole with both hands and pulled Fan Dengbiao out at the same time.

Judging from Master Fan's movement in the water, the bamboo pole is moving outward. At the same time, more turbid water is pouring upwards. There was a particularly rancid smell in the air, and the silt had accumulated in the culvert for many years.

Master Fan continued to retreat, and Master Tang stood at the mouth of the culvert without moving, judging from the speed at which the bamboo pole moved, the iron hook must have hooked something.

Everyone is looking forward to what is on the hook.

After a while, the bamboo pole in Fan Dengbiao's hand surfaced. Old Tang's hand kept changing its position on the bamboo pole.

Suddenly, Old Tang's hand touched something soft. He subconsciously retracted his hand. After a moment's hesitation, he held the head of the bamboo pole with his right hand, supported the soft object with his left hand, and with both hands at the same time, he carried a black object to the stone slope.

The black thing was covered in mud. In terms of shape, it resembles a deflated, deformed "basketball".

Judging from the appearance, this lifeless and deformed "basketball" is likely to be a person's head.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei have been able to determine that this breathless and deformed "basketball" is indeed a person's head. In fact, the iron hook hooked the snakeskin pocket, and Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiao Lao had already seen through the black silt the slightly shaped net.

Master Fan walked up to Master Tang, and the two of them washed the "basketball" with their hands.

A man brought a dung scoop and poured water directly on the "basketball".

Soon, the stripes on the "basketball" slowly appeared.

"This is the snakeskin pocket, and the head is inside." Descending Yang Gaya Road.

The leather bag did not rot, but fortunately Yang Gaya put Wang Hongbao's head in the snakeskin bag, without which it would be difficult to get a person's head out of a culvert with a small space and full of silt.

Having said that, if it weren't for this snakeskin pocket, it would have been difficult for Janyang Gaya to hide this head in a culvert two or three meters deep. Although the head spent a little more than two months in the mud than the corpse in the mud, the head was not much more decomposed than the corpse was decomposed.

Master Tang slowly removed the iron hook from the snakeskin pouch. Then he stepped aside with Van Dengbiao.

The rest should be handled by the police.

Lin Di opened the criminal investigation box, took out three pairs of rubber gloves and three masks from it, and handed them to Xiao Lao, Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei.

Zhao Zimeng first put on gloves and a mask, then held the "basketball" with both hands, put the "basketball" into the water, and shabu, as the silt continued to disappear, the mesh of the snakeskin pocket became clearer and clearer; There are some gaps of varying sizes on the snakeskin pockets. Zhao Zimeng clearly felt that there was indeed a sphere inside the snakeskin pocket—something similar to a sphere to be precise.

When the mud on the snakeskin bag was almost cleaned, Lu Qian took a square plastic box with a side length of about fifty centimeters from the police car, he opened the lid of the plastic box, and took out a plastic bag from the plastic and inside.

Ling Hu Yunfei used scissors to cut open the snakeskin pocket, and just cut a small hole three or four centimeters long, suddenly two snakes burst out of the snakeskin pocket, one was gray-white and the other was brownish-yellow.

Two snakes swam desperately on the stone slope.

Xiao Lao fixed his eyes and saw that it was not a snake that came out of the snakeskin pocket, but a white eel and a yellow eel.

Zhao Zimeng knew that the white eel seemed to have a soft spot for carrion, and during the natural disasters of June 1 and 62, there was a big flood in the summer, and Anhui in the upper reaches of the Chuhe River was very seriously affected. The carrion of some drowned animals flows down the river, and in Beimen Town, the carrion of several fishermen often catch the carrion of some animals in their fishing nets, and there are always a few white eels in the belly of the carrion.

A false alarm.

Everyone watched as the two "snakes" slowly swam into the water and finally disappeared into the water.

Xiao Lao and Zhao Zimeng slowly cut open the snakeskin pocket, and inside the snakeskin pocket was indeed a human head, the hair on the head was intact, and the soft tissues on the head, especially the incisions on the face and neck, were very badly rotted - most of the carrion was gone, and the edges and corners of the chin, cheekbones, and mandibles had been exposed.

Before putting Wang Hongbao's head in a plastic bag, Ling Hu Yunfei, Xiang Daimo and Ma Jianping took a special look at the tooth under the right corner of the deceased's mouth—it was indeed a tooth that was both wide and short.

Gan Yumeng also looked at the deceased's teeth, and he said with great certainty: "My uncle's teeth are like this—this is my uncle." Gan Yumeng's face was sad and frightened.

Everyone also looked at the deceased's hair, the length of the deceased's hair was about five centimeters, do you remember? The length of the hairs that the comrades found on the mat in the meditation room of the Ma Po Nunnery was also about five centimeters long.

This human head is Wang Hongbao's head.

The autopsy can only be done later, and the time is not early, and the comrades have to rush to the Ma Po Nunnery.

Zhao Zimeng put the human head into the plastic, sealed the mouth, put it in the plastic box, and then closed the lid.

After Zhao Zimeng thanked the two masters, he drove to Ma Po Po Nunnery.

This morning, Director Ma had already sent people to Ma Po Po Nunnery to control the Guanyin Hall, and he also found more than a dozen workers.

The car crossed Moling Street, all the way to the east, detoured to Xihuamen Bridge, and then went straight to Ma Po Po Nunnery in the 13th camp.

At 10:35 a.m., two police cars stopped in front of the Dazhao Wall of Ma Po Nunnery.

Ma Jianping and Lu Qian escorted Yang Gaya into the gate of the nunnery.

At this time, Jianyang Gaya was like a wilted eggplant, his spirit was in a state of malaise and confusion, he didn't even bother to mention the iron chain connecting the handcuffs and shackles, the shackles dragged and touched on the stone road, and from time to time made a "clanging" sound, which was probably accustomed to this kind of sound.

The Guanyin Hall is behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and after passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, you can see the round door that enters the Houzen Courtyard on the west side of the Guanyin Hall - the Houzen Courtyard is where Wang Hongbao and Meizi once lived.

The three masters were standing under the steps of the Guanyin Hall waiting for the arrival of Zhao Zimeng and his party, a yellow rope enclosed the door of the Guanyin Hall and the platform in front of the door, and there were many people standing outside the rope circle, most of these people were residents of the thirteenth battalion, and there were some tourists.

More than a dozen workers stood in front of the gate of the main hall and stood by, and the foreman was surnamed Ma.

Ma Po Nunnery is a temple with a long history, although it has been seriously damaged, but the buildings in the temple are still well preserved, in fact, the tragic destruction of the temple has added a sense of historical vicissitudes and heaviness.

It is very rare for a culture to be destroyed and leave a trace of destruction – which is a relic in itself – and it is also worth seeing – that has not been seen in any era of history.

Therefore, all the outsiders who come to the thirteenth camp will go to the Ma Po Nunnery to take a turn, in addition to the environment inside the temple, it is also a good choice to take a look at the destroyed temple.

Zhao Zimeng looked up at the Guanyin Hall, and there was a large plaque hanging above the gate, on which were written "Guanyin Palace" three powerful Wei inscriptions.

In Ma Po Po Nunnery, the Guanyin Hall is the second largest building, despite this, the incense in the Guanyin Hall is still very strong, among the people, the common people believe in the Guanyin Bodhisattva a lot, because she will not only save the suffering, but also send children.