"Huh?" Everyone was stunned.

The first time we met, it was okay to trespass on the house, and I had to dig the ground and demolish the house, whether this was to visit or seek revenge.

"This... It's not good. "Bai Zhiheng is embarrassed.

"There's something under this acacia tree." Jiang Li said lightly, "And it's a corpse." ”

"This... How is this possible, man buried underneath ... I... Impossible, impossible. Bai Zhiheng was in a hurry, and the police were present, Jiang Li said this as if this was some kind of corpse dumping scene: "You can dig it, if not, what do you say." ”

"Ah Heng, don't be angry first, we are also for your good. My friend is very powerful, and will never talk nonsense, so let's do it, if not, we can compensate for the damage. Jiang Qiao answered.

"No, that's not cheap for you, the cost is three times the compensation, although you are a friend of Miss Jiang, but if you say this, others will think that I am a murderer." Bai Zhiheng was very angry.

"Okay." Jiang Li agreed.

Bai Zhiheng regretted a little, seeing that he promised so happily, he knew that he should say more, where did he know that the reason why Jiang Li didn't care about the price was because he thought that even if he looked away, the money would be paid by Mao Daxin.

The problem of compensation has been solved, but who is responsible for the problem of labor, Bai Zhiheng looked at Jiang Li, Jiang Li looked at Mao Daxin, Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao, he sighed deeply, and complained for the hundredth time in his heart why he was looking for these two troublesome people to eat, but he still picked up the shovel and dug it up one shovel at a time.

After all, working alone is too slow, Jiang Li will never do it, and Bai Zhiheng couldn't help but take a shovel and move. The speed of the two men was much happier, and after a while a small pit appeared on the ground.

There was a thud, a dull thud, and the shovel seemed to hit something.

Everyone stopped moving, Bai Zhiheng's face changed greatly, did he really bury something? He rushed over with an arrow, and carefully shoveled it a few more times with a shovel, and the thing below gradually revealed its original appearance, which turned out to be a thick stone slab, the edge of which was an irregular fracture surface, which should have been a large piece originally, and this side of duty was only a part of it.

Mao Daxin and Jiang Qiao carefully brushed the dust off the surface with their hands, but on the slate there was a poem, and there was a woman's face, and the broken part of the slate passed through the woman's face, leaving only the upper half of the face. However, I can still see that the woman is extremely beautiful, and her smiling eyes are carved vividly.

"Acacia branches on the acacia tree,

Purple phoenix and green luan co-feather instrument.

Intestinal broken Qintai blowpipe guest,

It's too late for spring."

Jiang Qiao silently read this poem, and a huge acacia tree appeared in front of him, the green leaves and pink flowers on the acacia tree reflected each other, beautiful, a pair of men and women looked at each other under the tree, without any words, their eyes had betrayed each other's hearts.

The woman had a tear mole in the corner of her eye, she was holding a small bag in her hand, wearing a pink cheongsam, which blended with the acacia flowers on the acacia tree, the man was standing outside the acacia tree, still panting slightly, his face under the golden eyes was delicate and handsome, his eyes were full of tears, and his hair that had been meticulously combed became messy because of the violent running.

What is he saying?

Jiang Qiao watched his mouth move, and tears overflowed in the woman's eyes, and pearly tears slid down her fair cheeks.

"Little Joe? Joe? Why are you crying? ”

Mao Daxin's voice pulled her back to reality, the picture in front of her was like a mirror that shattered in an instant, pulling her back to reality, and when she came back to her senses, she saw Bai Zhiheng and Mao Daxin staring at her curiously and gossipingly, and Jiang Li had long been surprised by her situation, still staring at the slate seriously.

"I'm fine." Jiang Qiao waved his hand and stood up from the ground.

"Did you see something?" Mao Daxin still knew Jiang Qiao, and asked unrelentingly. And Bai Zhiheng on the side was full of surprise, just now Jiang Qiao cried at a broken slate dug out by his house for no reason, which made him feel now that these three people are quite normal except for Mao Daxin, a policeman, Jiang Qiao and Jiang Li seem to be a little different from ordinary people.

"I... I don't know what I'm seeing ... A woman with a man ... Jiang Qiao was embarrassed.

"Nothing? Who are the men and women? Mao Daxin didn't expect Jiang Qiao's answer to be so simple.

"You might wake me up later, I can watch a little more. I can't hear what they're saying, by the way, the slate... Hey... What I saw was a woman on a slate. She has a tear mole here, too. Jiang Qiao suddenly found that the half of the face on the slate was very similar to the face of the woman she had seen, and there was a tear mole in the exact same place.

"Don't care about it for now, this is a slate, where did the corpse come from, you say, what to do now." Bai Zhiheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his tone became stronger.

"Under the slate." Jiang Li's words were concise and to the point.

"How is that possible... Bai Zhiheng said toughly.

"It's useless to talk too much, just move it out and find out." Mao Daxin interrupted the argument between the two, and lifted the stone slab and put it aside.

There was still loess under the slate, and there were no corpses, and before Bai Zhiheng could breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Li stepped forward and gently brushed away a layer of soil with his hand, and a pale hand hung weakly outside.

"Ah~" Bai Zhiheng's mournful screams echoed in the courtyard.

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Mao Daxin watched dejectedly as Lao Qin came from the other side of the alley with his little assistant, and the colleagues from the police station had already arrived and were making notes inside. They have long laughed at Mao Daxin's Conan temperament, and the eyes that look at him today are full of the words 'I know'. As a result, the little assistant in front of him didn't know how to make matters worse: "Hey, Brother Mao, I remember that you didn't rest today?" Why did I call you too? You're really dedicated. ”

The colleague on the side originally had a serious expression, but when he heard this, he accidentally laughed out loud, and hurriedly coughed to cover up his gaffe. Mao Daxin was angry, and he was afraid of Lao Qin's presence, so he could only wait for the little assistant viciously, and then take the two to the place where the stone slab was found.

This place is indeed remote, if it weren't for Mao Daxin's good memory, he took advantage of the effort to pick up people and walked several times, it would be difficult for outsiders to get here by themselves, so there is little chance that this body was committed by outsiders and then buried here.

The slate was still intact, and it hadn't been touched since the hand was dug out. And Jiang Qiao, Jiang Li, and Bai Zhiheng, as the discoverers of the corpses, all stayed in place and roughly described the scene just now with the police.

Lao Qin slowly brushed away the soil on the corpse with professional tools, and the true face of the corpse was gradually revealed. It was a young woman, about thirty years old, with her eyes closed, and the most eerie thing was that she still had a smile on her face, as if she had voluntarily bought into the pit.

Mao Daxin was about to go over to take a hand, when he heard Bai Zhiheng exclaim on the side: "Isn't this Alain?" ”