introduction

"Yu Ben thought that the world was clear and peaceful, and it was difficult to be gracious, but I never thought that it was difficult to distinguish between positive and negative, and I was helpless!"

On the big screen, Pan Xi took off his official hat after a long sigh, slapped it on the table hard, put his hands behind his back, and resolutely left the court.

In the theater, everyone applauded and applauded loudly, praising Pan Xijiu's uprightness.

Only the man in the corner didn't say a word, and kept smoking silently, the flickering cigarette butt seemed to be flashing with young tears.

He was crying.

It's a small, run-down theater.

A week ago, the town's only pub burned to ashes in an inexplicable fire, so the small theater became the town's only remaining pastime.

The man looked at the cheering crowd and pressed the lighter again and again with his left hand. After a shudder, the man pulled his right hand out of his crotch with a relieved smile on his face.

With his filthy right hand, he raised his middle finger at the "Mirror Hanging" plaque on the screen.

There was a flash of fire in his eyes.

The man holds the lit lighter in front of his eyes.

Something suddenly flowed on his face, and the pungent smell was very familiar.

"Gasoline." This is the last thought that comes to the man's mind.

With a "boom", the flames tore apart, and the man was suddenly engulfed by the fire......

body

"It's miserable!" Xu Ang lifted the white cloth, and a strong scorching smell came to his nose.

At about six o'clock this morning, a murder occurred in the square in front of the Guangtai vegetable market in the center of H.

Some witnesses said that they saw a man in his 60s walking into the square with two gasoline cans, frantically pouring gasoline on the people next to him, then pouring the rest of the gasoline on himself, taking out a lighter and lighting it.

Fortunately, those who were poured with gasoline ran fast and were not injured.

But the man was burned alive by the fire.

Jiang Tian glanced at the charred corpse, his stomach churned, and he hurriedly ran to the side and vomited.

"I heard that you didn't vomit when you saw Zhang Tao's corpse in the Guigu Cave back then, and you didn't vomit when you saw Wang Zuhao's broken corpse on the beach, why does a charred corpse make you vomit so much now?"

Xu Ang walked up to Jiang Tian and handed over a tissue.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!" Jiang Tian wiped his mouth and said with a wry smile, "In the past two years, I've seen too many things, and I'm getting more and more afraid." ”

Xu Ang sighed, "I don't know, it was right or wrong for Director Jiang and Brother Shen to bring you in at the beginning." ”

"I chose my own path." Jiang Tian said calmly, "I have never been involuntarily, and naturally I will not regret it." ”

"Okay."

"Mainly because I ate in the morning, ahahaha!"

"You kid." Xu Ang smiled and patted Jiang Tian's head.

Jiang Tian came to the side of the charred corpse again, looked at it carefully, and said to himself: "What is the reason for a person to take revenge on society? Is it really so hard to live? ”

Suddenly, a small detail caught Jiang Tian's attention, and the body of the deceased seemed to glow with a metallic sheen.

"Brother Xu, come here, look!"

Xu Ang heard Jiang Tian's voice and hurriedly walked over, "What's wrong?" ”

"Look closely!"

When Xu Ang heard this, he took a closer look at the charred corpse, and soon, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

The man's body was densely inlaid with countless one-dollar coins. The coins were tightly bound to the body of the deceased because of the high temperature, and at a glance, it looked like the deceased was wearing a "money coat", which made people's scalp tingle.

Jiang Tian also noticed that those one-dollar coins were all face up!

Provincial Public Security Department, Xu Ang Office.

Jiang Tian and Xu Ang stood in front of the table, carefully looking at the photos of the corpses placed on the table.

The chest and back of the deceased, as well as the limbs, were all stained with dense one-dollar coins.

"Brother Xu, although I don't have a phobia of intensity, the more I look at this photo, the more weird it becomes, and the more I look at it, the more it makes people's scalp tingle......" Jiang Tian frowned.

"I remembered a TV series I watched when I was a child, called "Jigong", there is a story in it, a bad guy's legs are full of copper coins, and finally Jigong saws his legs." Xu Ang said.

"I know, Jigong replaced him with a dog's leg, I've seen it."

"Haha, I thought no one watched such an old TV series."

"Classics never go out of style." Jiang Tian picked up a photo, "Did he paste the coin on this deceased's body himself?" ”

"I don't know yet, let's wait for the autopsy report."

After a while, the office door was pushed open, and Wang Tao rushed in in a hurry.

"Xu Ang, the autopsy report is out, oh, Jiang Tian, you are also there." Wang Tao saw Jiang Tian, smiled at him and nodded, which was regarded as a hello.

"Brother Tao, I heard you say that the autopsy report came out?"

"Yes." Wang Tao handed the document bag in his hand to Xu Ang, "Let me say it simply, there is nothing wrong with the cause of death, he was burned alive, and his blood examination did not find any drugs, if it is not mentally ill, then the deceased should be conscious before he died." There are also those coins, a total of 231 pieces, after a forensic examination, it was found that they were glued to the skin with super glue, and it is unknown whether the deceased did it himself. ”

"231......" Xu Ang muttered softly, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't say anything more. Jiang Tian noticed Xu Ang's strange appearance, and he didn't say much at the moment.

"The identity of the deceased, have you found out?" Xu Ang flipped through the autopsy report and asked.

"It's clear, it's very surprising, the deceased is 61 years old this year, and he is the dean of the School of Teacher Education of Z University of Science and Technology, Li Jingqing!"

Inquiry room.

"My husband, he's usually normal, and I don't know what evil he has fallen into, so why can't he think about it!"

Li Jingqing's wife, Zhang Xian, wiped her tears, and her voice was a little choked.

"The people have gone, please mourn," Xu Ang comforted.

"I just watched it, miserable, how could my husband be like this, impossible, he couldn't have committed suicide!" Zhang Xian was a little emotional, "Last night, there were still talking and laughing, chatting about things after retirement, saying that I wanted to go out to see, saying that I would take my grandson and me to travel, and go to those places that I haven't been to have fun, how can everything change after a day!" ”

"Are you saying that he was fine last night, nothing out of the ordinary?" Xu Ang asked.

"yes, oh, yes. Yesterday my husband received a package, it was a photo, but he threw it on the desk after reading it, nothing unusual. ”

"Photos? What is the photo? ”

"An old black-and-white photo, which looks like it is decades old, I took a look, and the photo shows his friend from his youth, Chen Guo."

"Who is Chen Guo? Who sent the photos? ”

Zhang Xian shook his head, "I don't know who sent it." My husband and I both came out of Liusheng Town back then, and Chen Guo was also from Liusheng Town, but unfortunately he passed away decades ago because ......"

Zhang Xian suddenly showed a look of fear and did not say any more.

"Because of what? Hey, wait, Yanagi Town......" Xu Ang read the name, and his expression became a little gloomy, "Yanagi Town...... It's him? ”

"Is it the town of Yanagi that has the legend of the 'Curse of the Devil of Yanagi'?" A faint voice suddenly came from behind Xu Ang.

"I'll go, Xiaotian, are you a ghost!" Xu Ang was taken aback, "When did you sneak in?" ”

"It's been a while." Jiang Tian put away his mobile phone and came to Zhang Xian's side, "Aunt Zhang, is the Chen Guo you are talking about the last person who was killed by the 'Liu Sheng Ghost' back then?" ”

"Ah, yes, uh, little poster, you are ......" Zhang Xian was a little at a loss.

"Police." Jiang Tian's face did not change, and said cheekily.

Zhang Xian looked at Xu Ang, and Xu Ang nodded helplessly, "Yes, barely half of it, Aunt Zhang, you can answer." ”

"Okay." Zhang Xian let out a long sigh, "About the Liusheng ghost, it's actually just a legend, Chen Guo died sideways back then, but I don't know if it has anything to do with the Liusheng ghost." ”

"When exactly did that photo arrive in Dean Li's hands? Is it still in your home? Why did you just say you don't know who sent it? Is there no signature? ”

"That photo was sent to our house yesterday morning, about ten o'clock in the morning, when I was about to go to the laundry, I saw it and asked by the way, if the photo is taken, it should still be in my husband's study. The photo was sent from Yangyu Town, and the package was also signed, but ......" Zhang Xian's voice trembled a little, "The signature is ...... Yanagi people! ”