When a few of us walked in, it didn't attract much attention from the people in the yard, Zhang Weidu is also a businessman, except for relatives and friends, a few strangers who came to mourn, it was not surprising.

After passing through the courtyard, I came to the door of the Zhang family's hall.

There is a mourning shed in the hall, and a curtain made of bamboo paste and colored paper is blocked in the middle, and behind the curtain, the corner of a wooden bed is exposed, which is the place where Zhang Weidu rests.

There were two rows of chairs on either side of the hall, and several people with children sat there, watching with some tiredness as the Taoist priest at the middle offering table chanted and played.

Nowadays, it is not very fashionable to invite monks or Taoist priests to come to the house to do funerals in the city, usually directly to the funeral home, where there are now special rooms for viewing the remains.

Some of them did things directly there, and some of them didn't believe in religion, and most of them didn't even do the Dharma and held a farewell ceremony for the body, and after the family members saw the last meeting, they went directly to the furnace to burn it.

This is not entirely a change of concept, most of them are really no place at home, they are all commercial houses in the community, and when you open the door, you will have a corridor and stairs, and you will have no place to build a funeral shed to stop the mortuary.

If you put it at home, the place is big, it's good to say, the house is a little smaller, this shed is built, I'm afraid that the living room is full, and people have no place to sit, so it's always a trouble.

It's different in the countryside, who doesn't have a yard, even if there is no yard, just set up a shed at the door, and there are many places.

Sensing the movement of a few of us entering the hall, except for the Taoist priest who was focusing on the rituals, the eyes of several members of the Zhang family turned around. Seeing that it was a fresh face, the Zhang family looked at each other, as if they were exploring our origins, but several people shook their heads slightly, indicating that they had never seen us.

Of course, Zhang Weidu has never seen us, let alone his relatives.

"How many?" A man who looked about thirty-five or sixteen years old greeted him, looking like Zhang Weidu's son, and asked in a whisper.

"Oh, we are doing business, I have dealt with Mr. Zhang a few times before, and occasionally heard the bad news of the old man's passing, so I came over to offer condolences and give his brother a ride." I casually talked nonsense, and while observing the man's expression, I took out a white paper envelope from my pocket and handed him the condolence gift.

The white paper envelope was bought in the grocery store in the village, and it was temporarily stuffed with 500 yuan, and the grocery store in the countryside was so good, and you could always buy this kind of out-of-the-way thing.

There was no special reaction on the man's face, he nodded, took the money, and invited us to sit down on a chair at the edge of the hall.

"Thank you for your kindness, and when I learned that my father had passed away, I made a special trip to condole." Zhang Weidu's son's tone was a little sad, after all, the old father was still in his prime, and his hair was not gray, so he died.

"I met Mr. Zhang a while ago, and at that time I saw that his body was still very strong, but I didn't expect to die so suddenly, which is really sad," I accompanied to express my condolences, and then said tentatively, "I don't know what kind of emergency Mr. Zhang has, this is too sudden." ”

Hearing my question, a trace of unnatural expression flashed on his son's face, and he glanced up at the place where Zhang Weidu's mortuary was laid off, so as to cover it up, and then turned around and said, "My father suddenly fell ill and passed away before he could be sent to the hospital." ”

"Oh?" I had a skeptical look on my face.

Zhang Weidu's son looked a little embarrassed on his face, but he didn't speak again. After all, his old father died too strangely, and he, as a son, didn't want to cause trouble again, so he would rather deal with the matter quietly.

What kind of business does his old father do, of course his son knows in his heart, if the family is hit by zombies again, how many more people will die at that time?

Seeing Zhang Weidu's son bowing his head and being silent, I can roughly guess his thoughts, and understanding is understanding, but if you don't speak, our clues will be broken.

At that moment, I no longer pretended to mourn, took out the people's police officer I borrowed from Ren Yonghai, shook it in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "We are from the city bureau, and someone reported that there was a murder case in your family, and we are here to investigate." ”

"Police...... The police? "When the man saw the police in my hand, his face changed suddenly, he never expected that his secret matter would be known to the police.

"That's right, if there is anything inside about your father's death, you have to be honest." I put away the police and continued to scare him, "Your father died strangely, if we find out anything wrong, it is a criminal case, we have to file a case for investigation, and it will be too late for you to confess." ”

When Zhang Weidu's son heard these words, his face immediately turned like earth. I know the death of my old father best.

I don't know what happened that night, the whole family slept soundly, or the next morning, I woke up the next morning, and I found that my old father had been gnawed to only half of his body.

The tragic scene at the scene makes me panic when I think about it now.

If you want to say that some beast created the sin, I don't believe it at all, this realm is not a deep mountain and old forest, not to mention a beast in the nearby mountains, not even a wild boar can be found, how can such a ferocious man-eating beast come out?

Combined with the strange situation of the whole family sleeping and dying that night, Zhang Weidu's son came to the conclusion that nine times out of ten, it was the old father's business basket.

After all, it's a dumping of dirt, who knows what weird things will be involved, and it will not be good to affect the whole family, so I am in a hurry to bury the old father and bury it as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that the police would come to the door.

What should I do now? Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Half of the old father's body was lying behind the mourning shed, and the police casually lifted the quilt covering the corpse, and when they saw the condition of the corpse, they must have investigated.

What should I say then? Tell the police that it was killed by zombies, can people believe it?

What's more, whether it is a zombie or not, it is a guess in my heart, aren't all zombies on TV blood-sucking, how can there be a person who gnaws people to pieces.

Thinking of this, Zhang Weidu's son turned pale.

"Ahem," I paid attention to the changing expression on his face, and estimated that I should have almost finished the psychological struggle, so I coughed and said loudly: "Your father's matter, in fact, we already have some clues in our hands, this time, just to investigate the clues, you don't have a psychological burden." ”

A slap and then a sweet date, this trick often works.

Sure enough, Zhang Weidu's son raised his head when he heard this, a trace of blood appeared on his face, and he looked at me and said, "Police...... Comrade policeman, you ...... Do you know the cause of my father's death? ”

"I don't know exactly," I said with a serious expression, "but as far as we know, it may be related to a tomb robbery syndicate that smuggles excavated artifacts, and your father is a key figure." Of course, the old man has passed away, and we will not hold him responsible, but you, as his son, have an obligation to cooperate with the police investigation and tell us everything you know. ”

"No problem, I will definitely cooperate." Zhang Weidu's son nodded again and again.

I continued to put on a straight face, put on a dignified expression, and said: "According to the information we have, your father had close contacts with some lawbreakers during his lifetime, do you know who your father usually had close contacts with? ”

"This ......" Zhang Weidu's son hesitated for a moment and hesitated, "Comrade policeman, it's not that I don't cooperate, but I really don't know my dad's business partners." ”

He paused, then continued, "As you know, my father is an intermediary, that is, a bridge between the two sides. He is very protective of his family's information on weekdays, and even his family has never revealed it. ”

"You're his son, and you don't know anything about it?" I'm a little skeptical.

"My dad said that doing this thing is bad for yin morality, and I am afraid that we will not end well, so he never let us interfere. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect him to hit the ......" Speaking of this, he probably remembered the picture of his old father's tragic death, choked up and couldn't speak.

Seeing this scene, several of us were also a little embarrassed.

In Xi'an's antique circles, Zhang Weidu's reputation is not good, and the dealers who smuggle cultural relics don't care where the buyers come from, and the cultural relics that flow out through their hands are innumerable.

Zhang Weidu's arrangement is the best protection for his family. First, he bears the responsibility alone, and his family will not be involved in his criminal acts; Second, something happened on the other side, for example, although he himself was killed this time, because his family was not involved, he also saved the lives of his whole family.

He was a sinner, but he was also a good father.

It's just that he arranged the family properly, but our clues were broken again, and his son didn't know anything, so this trip was in vain.

I didn't give up and asked the other Zhang family members one by one, and the answers I got were the same, they didn't know who Zhang Weidu's upline was, and they had never seen each other.

Looking at their anxious expressions, it seems that they hope to provide useful clues more than me, but Zhang Weidu was really quite confidential about these things before his death, and several people talked a lot of nonsense, which was useless.

Just when a few of us were very disappointed and were about to leave, a little doll of three or four years old next to us rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a milky voice, "I...... I've seen people who do business with grandpa. ”

The hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the little doll in unison.

"This ...... This is my son. Children are ignorant and talk nonsense. Zhang Weidu's son was a little embarrassed, held the little doll in his arms, and whispered to him, "Ping Wazi, don't talk nonsense, the uncles can't talk casually." ”

The little doll was held in his arms, but he was a little unhappy and muttered, "I've really seen it." ”

I stretched out my hand to signal Zhang Weidu's son not to speak, leaned over to the little doll, tried to make my smile more kind, looked at him and said, "Little friend, can you tell what the person who does business with grandpa looks like?" ”

"I don't remember." The little doll shook her head.

His words made a few of us look stunned, and then smiled a little bitterly, too, after all, it's just a three or four-year-old baby, where can we remember the appearance of a stranger who has only met once?

Just when such thoughts came to our hearts, the next words of the little doll rekindled our hope.

"The man handed him a big bundle of papers, and well, I saw a nice pattern on it." The little doll sucked her fingers and said in a milky voice.

The people of the Zhang family immediately mobilized, and soon found paper and brushes, and asked the little doll to draw the pattern he saw. Ten minutes later, we took this pattern that I don't know if it would come in handy, and galloped back to the city.

In the car, Xu Duobao carefully looked at the pattern in his hand, and after a long time, he said uncertainly: "This pattern looks a bit like a trademark." ”

"I think it's the same, if you start with this pattern, maybe you can really find the one who gave the information to Zhang Weidu." I nodded.

If the corpse practitioner wants Zhang Weidu to spread the news, it is definitely impossible to just give him a photo. In the circle of antiques, especially cultural relics dealers like Zhang Weidu, which one is not a human spirit? A photo is like letting these people work hard for themselves, how can there be such a cheap thing.

The bundle of paper that the little doll saw was most likely the relevant information handed over to Zhang Weidu online. Since it is a document, it is unlikely that a pattern appears on it very abruptly, and the only possibility is that the paper is printed with a trademark.

Although children's memories are not reliable, they will remember some things that adults tend to overlook, such as a pattern that impresses them, especially well.

We all believe that the patterns drawn by Zhang Weidu's grandson do exist.

So now there is only one question: is this pattern printed on the paper a brand trademark of the paper itself, or does it come from somewhere else, such as the trademark of a certain company?

Many companies will print their company's logo on their company's official paper, which is a very common move and not a small probability event.

We sent Takayama home first, and asked him to take his family to join relatives for a while, and then go home after receiving our notice when the whole thing was over. The people related to the Soul Suppression Mirror are all dead, and Gao Shan is also the group of people who first knew about it, and the corpse practitioner may not let him go.

I don't like these rats, but I can't watch him die. As for Xu Duobao's side, he only came into contact with these people later, and there was still a layer of Zhang Weidu in the middle, so it was probably not a big problem, but for safety reasons, I still asked him to call Lu Ping and asked her to go to her mother's house to live for a while in the near future.

As for Xu Duobao, Hengzhu has been following me, so there is no need for special arrangements. Back in Xi'an, Ren Yonghai left first with the pattern, the police had technical means, and the matter of finding someone to deal with the pattern was naturally handed over to him, so Xu Duobao and I waited for news at home first.

However, Xu Duobao, the old boy, muttered a little, and pulled the sleeve of my clothes: "Lin Kun, this friend of yours has some magical powers, the police are borrowing, and we can also find someone to help us compare patterns and trademarks, we have to find someone from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to help, right?" Does he have any background? ”

"Hey, no matter whether it's a black cat or a white cat, the one that can catch a mouse is a good cat, that's what Comrade Xiaoping said." I waved my hand, unconcerned.