Forget it, he can do whatever he wants, anyway, I'm doing my best. With Li Damin's disappearance as the end point and his return as the end, there are ups and downs, although it is not perfect, it is the end of the day. I can catch my breath and rest.

During this time, there were so many encounters that my young mind suffered a series of traumas and was in urgent need of recuperation. I began to figure out where I was going to play with my annual leave.

Li Damin was deliberately vague and his statement was unclear, and Ma Danlong had no choice, so he asked us to take the painting. At this time, the copper lock exclaimed: "Master Ma, look! ”

Under the flashlight, a small charred hole appeared in the painting, the edges were black and pasty, and it looked like it had been burned with a cigarette butt.

The location of this cave is on the Yin-Yang Temple halfway up the mountainside.

Ma Danlong brushed the burnt marks with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "The aura of the painting has been broken, and it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, call the girl outside, let's go." ”

On the way back, Li Yang and Tongsuo took turns carrying Li Damin. Li Damin is alive anyway, although he is no different from a dead man, but everyone's psychological obstacles to him are gone. Copper Lock and Li Damin are estimated to be friends in the Lantern League, Li Damin is like this, and Copper Lock has not forgotten to damage him. Li Damin didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, he closed his eyes and fell into his mind, not knowing what to think.

We went out of the ghost domain, and in the middle of the night, everyone disbanded on the spot. Qin Dan and Tongsuo went back, and Li Yang sent Li Damin home. Ma Danlong stopped me: "Xiao Liu, you help me send my things back, let's talk." ”

To be honest, I don't like to be alone with this person. He gave me the impression of being very dangerous, like a prisoner who had just been released from prison, and his eyes were full of thieves. However, he has made so much effort to make such a small request now, can we still refute other people's face? I sighed, okay, but I'll toss it alone, sacrificing my life to accompany the gentleman.

When we were leaving, Li Yang secretly pulled me, winked at me, made a phone gesture, and coughed a few times. I knew what he had in mind, and wanted to write all about me in his vulgarly written story. If I don't agree, he will pestering me, this man is a dog's skin plaster. I nodded lightly and followed Ma Danlong into the taxi.

Ma Danlong lives in the Kocho community, which is known as one of the city's four major slums. Located on the edge of the city, as far as the eye can see, there are all old buildings from the seventies and eighties of the last century, full of garbage and sewage, and those who live here are the lowest workers in the city.

I carried a big bag on my back, followed him, walked around the neighborhood three times or two, and finally found his home in the depths of a certain alley. It was a row of simple houses, with a stinky ditch behind it, and next to Ma Danlong's residence was a toilet made of bricks. There was a lot of feces and urine at the door of the toilet, and a few broken bricks were placed. This is also winter, and if you catch up with summer, this smell alone can smoke people to death.

We stepped on bricks, avoided sewage, and cautiously arrived at his door. Ma Danlong took the key to open the door and entered the house, and his face was cold. The temperature is almost the same as outside. He turned on the light, the area of the house is not large, about 30 square meters, the inside is clear and cold, there is no popularity at all, this is like a place for a person to live.

Ma Danlong asked me to throw my bag at the door, then took out two talismans and handed them to me: "Stick them on the lintel." ”

I wondered, and as he said, I pasted it.

"What is this for?"

Ma Danlong said: "Oh, this house is not clean, and four people have died. Their souls are still in the house, and the talisman is to tell them that people and ghosts have different paths, and the living should not invade. ”

I rub. I jumped in fear.

Ma Danlong took out a cigarette: "Xiao Liu, don't you smoke?" Seeing the virtue of my fear, he shook his head: "What are you afraid of with me." You're going to stay here tonight. I'll send you out tomorrow morning. ”

I looked out the window at the dark sky, thinking about what the hell and what ghosts, and my scalp was numb. He took the cigarette with a dry smile, and laughed more than crying.

Ma Danlong said: "Don't be so restrained, I can't eat you." The two of us chattered. Oh, sorry to snub the guests. He used a thermos to fill a pot full of cold water, and the heating rod was energized, put it in the pot, and boiled hot water. I haven't seen this kind of boiling water in four or five years since I graduated from school.

He took out two porcelain cups from the drawer, soaked them with water, put them in front of me, and took out a small and delicate tea jar with wooden tweezers in it, and carefully took out some tea leaves and put them in the teacup.

I smoked a cigarette and didn't speak, just watching. This old boy lives so poorly, but he is so particular about drinking tea.

"This is a gift from a friend of mine in Huangshan, Maojian, taste, calm the soul. Although the water is not good, the tea is superior. ”

I looked at the house and said, "Brother Ma, it is said that you are not short of money." Just to give Peng Liang his soul back, he swallowed half of his company, how could he live in such a place? ”

At this time, the water is good. Ma Danlong poured water into the cup, and it was really a good tea, with a strong aroma, and he was drunk before he tasted it. The fragrance of tea spreads, and the haze in the house dispels a lot, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect, and I feel warm.

Ma Danlong leaned on the head of the bed, puffed out a smoke ring and said, "I can live in a five-star hotel now." You may not understand when you are young, there are many things that you will not do when you have the ability to do them, you are better than kindergarten children, but will you bully children for no reason? People fight desperately for money, beauty, and power, just because they can't get it. When something can be done or not, I tend not to do it. ”

I let go, went to bed, put a pillow on it, leaned against the wall, and said, "Tell me the truth, I know what you called me here for." You want to know what I experienced in my paintings. ”

Ma Danlong was noncommittal, drinking tea and looking at me.

I thought about it, except for Li Damin's cultivation to conceal it, I talked about everything else. Especially about Brother Peng, he talked about it very carefully, and even talked about the last time he entered the painting.

I don't know if Ma Danlong is listening, but throughout the narration, his eyes keep looking at the ceiling, as if he is listening and thinking about something.

After I finished speaking, Ma Danlong came back to his senses: "This old Peng is really a little weird. At that time, I saw that something was wrong with him. ”

"What the hell is going on with him?" I asked.

"Not sure." Ma Danlong directly dusted the cigarette ash to the ground: "What Lao Peng did reminds me of a case I encountered a long time ago. ”

"Oh? What case? "I'm interested.

Ma Danlong said it was a bizarre homicide that happened 20 years ago. At that time, he was doing business for a bereaved family in Shandong, and a phone call found him. At that time, I didn't have a mobile phone, and I was able to find him, which shows that this phone is very important. The call came from an old friend of his, who was the captain of the criminal police in a certain place in Shanxi, known as a detective in the local area. Now there is a very evil case, and Ma Danlong needs to help quickly.

It is said that it is evil, not because the case is difficult to solve, on the contrary, it took the criminal police team just one week to catch the murderer.

The reason why it is evil is because of the reason why this murderer committed the crime.

This case was called the "Iron Chair" in the public case system at that time, and you will know what it was like if you looked at it later. The perpetrator was a local peasant surnamed Qian, and in order to arrest him, more than a dozen criminal police officers were dispatched, and before the operation, a very strict control and blockade were carried out. After a not very fierce struggle, no casualties were imposed, and the surname Qian was captured alive in the sorghum field.

The murderer is in his thirties, his appearance is not good, he looks like a farmer, and he is honest. To deal with such a person, an experienced and skilled armed policeman can be captured, why do you want to fight so much? Because this peasant surnamed Qian is a cruel murderer.

As of the date of his arrest, it is well documented that a total of 32 crimes were committed and 35 people were killed. The bones of the deceased were buried in his backyard, and when the police opened them, everyone present was stupid, the bones were full of bones, the stench was terrible, and even the old police officers who had been handling the case for many years could not bear to look at it anymore.

The kid was arrested at the police station and interrogated overnight, confessing to the crime, but when asked about the motive for the killing, he was silent. In addition to extorting confessions by torture, the police officers basically thought of any tricks, but this kid is a bald-tailed dog and is poor, so he just doesn't say anything. You can talk about everything, and you can even talk to the police about the details of your crime, but when asked about the motive, you are silent.

This is not difficult for the police, and motives can naturally be deduced from the clues. The rich farmer was lonely and widowed, his parents died early, and he was so poor that no one wanted to marry him. Coming out and going in, day and night are all the old brother himself. According to the neighbors, this person usually doesn't like to talk, but he has an easy-going personality, and whoever opens his mouth and needs help must be enthusiastic to help.

While rummaging through his home, I found a bunch of paintings.

Now, the paintings are placed in front of Ma Danlong. Ma Danlong rushed here, did not rest, and started working overnight. He carefully examined and inquired about the details of the entire case, and immediately retrieved the paintings from the archives to look at them.

The painting technique is quite immature and clumsy, using pencil and drawing on hard paper. This kind of paper is very coarse, not suitable for writing and drawing, and is generally used in the countryside to stick to windows and ceilings.

Ma Danlong looked at it one by one, the surface was breezy and calm, but in fact, his heart was already stormy. He asked the captain of the criminal police, were these paintings painted by the murderer? The captain of the criminal police told him that the murderer had not said a word about the origin of the paintings.

Ma Danlong frowned. Although these paintings are clumsy, they are very different, even a little scary. Because the picture is a picture of the crucifixion of the eighteen layers of hell.

Hearing this, my eyes widened and I was completely shocked, and my mind was churning, and I didn't want to interrupt his story, so I continued to listen.

Ma Danlong came to the murderer's house the next day to investigate. His home was also the first scene of the crime. Ma Danlong carefully inspected the front and back courtyards, and his eyes fell on the tools of the crime.

Yes, you should guess that the murderer's tool for committing the crime was an iron chair.

When it is said to be an iron chair, it does not mean that the chair is made of iron, but "iron" refers to its key parts. This is a common Taishi chair in the countryside, made of jujube wood tenon, very strong. The evil thing is that the farmer surnamed Qian transformed this chair. At the top of the Taishi chair, he added an iron headband, which was just right to snap out the neck, and two iron handbands were also pressed on the handles on both sides, which could jam both hands. Once this man gets him to the iron chair and the headband and handband are fastened, you can't escape even Houdini.

That's fine, the most cruel thing is the position of the head of the Taishi chair, and a thing is added. It was a drill with a rocker and a long black nail on the front. With a shake of the handle, the nail rotates forward and is driven through the back of the victim's head...... The rest want to go, flesh and blood are flying, and brains are flowing. This torture instrument sounds a bit like the Khmer Rouge's brain-fetching machine.