"Twenty-six?" Captain Peng's face froze, "Is this the real number?" ”

"The old man assures you that this is definitely the real number, there are twenty-six people in all, each of them is registered, and their deaths are exactly the same as those of the cooks, with three scratches on both cheeks." As he spoke, Old Man Wang tinkered with the coffee table for a while.

Soon, Old Man Wang took out more than 20 photos and put them on the coffee table, and said in a deep voice: "This is their death." ”

I looked down and saw that the top photo was of a man in his forties, with a tattered blue shirt on his upper body, a pair of cotton pants on his lower body, and six deep marks on his face, three on the left and right, and even white and shiny bones.

What I don't understand is that this mark does not look like it was cut with some sharp weapon, but more like it was cut out of some kind of wood, and what is even more evil is that the flesh on both sides of this mark is faintly blackened, a bit like it is burnt.

As soon as I saw this, I didn't care so much, and quickly fished up all the photos, one by one, comparing the wounds, without exception, the wounds of every deceased.

"Dongchuan, did you make a discovery?" Captain Peng asked me.

I glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "It looks like it's artificial." ”

"Artificial?" Captain Peng frowned.

I hummed, handed the photo in my hand to him, and explained: "Captain Peng, look at this wound, if it is a fox's claws, or some sharp weapon, this wound must be as smooth as jade, and there will definitely be no such jagged wounds, you look at the flesh near the wound, these flesh are black, as if burned, there is only one way to cause this effect." ”

At this point, I didn't say anything more, but looked up at the two of them.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Captain Peng hurriedly asked, "What's the solution?" ”

"Yes, little brother, what the hell is the solution?" Old man Wang also asked on the side.

I swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "A thousand years... Elm. ”

"Elm?" Captain Peng seemed to be a little unconvinced, and said suspiciously: "Using elm wood can cause this effect." ”

I hummed and said, "Elm wood is tough, the texture is clear, you just need to polish it sharp, and then ignite it, and cross it over the human face, which can cause this effect, and then you look at the traces on the face of the deceased, you are a layman, you may not understand the Tao here, but as long as you look carefully, you will find that the traces are small, like the texture of elm." ”

With that, I raised my hand to the marks on the first photo, pointed to them, and continued, "Look here, if there is a very fine texture in the traces? ”

Captain Peng took the photo and looked at it carefully, frowned, and said, "It seems to be true." ”

After that, he handed the photo to Old Man Wang and said, "Old man, you can also take a look." ”

Old Man Wang took the photo, took out a pair of reading glasses on his body and put them on, stared at the photo for a full minute, and said in a deep voice: "It seems to be the case, it's just..." ”

As he spoke, he glanced up at me and said suspiciously, "Little brother, at your age, your eyes shouldn't be so tricky, and you can find such small things." ”

I smiled bitterly, it wasn't that I had tricky eyes, it had something to do with my profession, after all, as a ghost craftsman, I had an uncommon intuition about wood.

Just when I was stunned, Captain Peng said to Old Man Wang, "Old man, you don't know, Dongchuan is a ghost craftsman, and he is right about wood.... ”

Before he finished speaking, Old Man Wang's reaction made me and Captain Peng completely stunned, staring at Old Man Wang incredulously, with only one thought in his mind, what is he doing, as for this?