A waning moon rose into the night sky, sprinkling a hazy silver veil, and mottled shadows fell horizontally on the path, weaving a terrifying ghost picture. The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and the wailing of a few owls was far or near, which made people even more frightened.

"Jianghu, what are you kid rubbing? With such a bright moon, what lanterns are still lit? Extinguished! The candle I just bought is finished for me again! The fat man in front yelled fiercely.

"Oh, I see, Master." I quickly blew out the lantern in my left hand, carried the shovel in my right hand to my shoulder, and trotted a few steps to catch up with the fat man: "Master, let's ...... Are we really going? ”

"What? You've come here, do you want to go back? The fat man turned his head, and with the faint moonlight on his back, he stared again, and looked like a ghost.

I quickly lowered my head and said no more, for ten years of experience had taught me that if I dared to say one more word, a slap would immediately come and fall on my right cheek, and then swell for two or three days.

He is my master, known as "Fatty", almost everyone calls him that, of course, I only dare to call him that behind my back, or in my heart, in person...... Hehe, why does my right cheek still hurt when I think about it?

The fat man now looks a little round in addition to his face, in fact, he is not too fat, I heard that he got the nickname when he was young, and then his daughter-in-law died in childbirth, he was grief-stricken, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and he had to take care of the child, so he lost fifty pounds of fat in less than a year, and he has not been fat again, but the nickname has been retained, so that everyone has forgotten his real name.

His name? Hehe, I'm ashamed to say it, I really couldn't think of it for a while, I only knew that his surname was Wang, because his daughter was called Wang Jiajia, and their father and daughter should have the same surname.

Wang Fatzi should be forty-nine years old, because my mother also confessed this morning, asking me to buy him altar wine tomorrow, and then buy fifty longevity peaches.

The custom in our place is: birthday is a birthday, only a full ten, the man is too close to the woman is too full, that is to say, a man has said that he has a fifty birthday, but in fact he is only forty-nine, and if it is a woman, it is a full eighty and fifty.

But to be honest, Wang Fatzi looks a little anxious, he has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks energetic, but his skin is dark, and he has a full beard, saying that he is sixty, I am afraid that no one will doubt it.

I heard that he was a ruthless character when he was young, and he hunted with his father since he was a child, and later killed a wild boar with his bare hands. However, he was also seriously injured, and thanks to the rescue of a miracle doctor, his life was saved.

When he recovered, he stopped hunting and went to work as a companion in the doctor's clinic. He is talented and intelligent, and he has audited many medical skills, and many minor problems can be solved. originally hoped to become a doctor who saved lives and helped the wounded, but the miracle doctor had a lot of rules for accepting apprentices, and Wang Fatzi couldn't get into his eyes at all.

In a fit of anger, Wang Fatzi decided not to treat the living and take medicine, and it was more comfortable to serve the dead, so he learned from others to perform autopsies, and the dead were upside down all day long.

However, outsiders say that he is ruthless, not because he is a fool, but because he gave his daughter-in-law the knife back then. Speaking of "killing chickens and taking eggs", it is often done, but if you say "killing wives and taking children", I am afraid that only Wang Fatzi has done it.

It is said that back then, Wang's fat daughter-in-law had a difficult birth, and it was useless to find several stable women, and she became popular, and his daughter-in-law died soon after. Wang Fatzi lay on his daughter-in-law and wailed, but he felt that the child in her belly seemed to be moving, so he directly took a kitchen knife and cut her belly, took out the child, and was still alive.

"Here we are."

The fat man stopped suddenly, causing me to almost hit him.

I looked at the newly built mound and couldn't help but take two steps back: "Master...... Master, isn't that ...... Not quite right? ”

"What's so bad? On this hot day, if you don't hurry up, it's all rotten. Quick, dig! ”

I laid the lantern on the branch of the tree, folded my hands and made three strokes towards the mound, and picked up the shovel on the ground and turned up the earth.

"Slow down, don't break it!" Wang Fatzi reminded.

"Yes, Master." I quickly answered, turned over the earth, and the coffin was exposed on the ground. I swallowed and took a step back, only to feel a chill in my back.

Wang Fatzi spit out the mint leaves in his mouth, came up and slapped it on the coffin: "Long Yuhan, that kid is quite righteous, just such a meticulous work, and he actually made him a coffin!" ”

"Finesse?" I pointed to the coffin and was so shocked that I couldn't close my mouth.

Wang Fatzi looked up at the moon, touched his beard and said, "A few hours ago, a major event happened in our Xiangzhou City, I'm afraid you don't know it yet, right?" ”

Sell off again! It's nearly half a hundred years old, a little trick, except for bragging in front of me, who still treats you as a green onion?

Huh, big deal? Since I can remember, there have been many major events in Xiangzhou City, especially since two months ago, when the sage assigned Qin to Xiangzhou City, and there are always major events happening every day. But which one is Wang Fatzi talking about at the moment? Eighty percent of it has something to do with the dead man in this coffin, right?

Seeing that I was silent, the fat man knocked on the lid of the coffin again: "Do you know who is here?" ”

I was stunned: "Didn't Master say it?" Is it finely made? Could it be that the Qin Cha found out, the Tibetan spies mixed in our city? ”

Wang Fatzi glared again: "You open the coffin and examine it yourself." ”

"Oh, yes, Master." I used a shovel to pry open the nails, opened the coffin, and looked inside with my sleeve over my mouth and nose.

"Light the lanterns! Can you see the black light? As he spoke, his foot kicked my ass, and I stumbled and almost fell into the coffin.

"Yes, Master." I touched my buttocks, looked at the moon in the sky, which had become dim, lit a lantern and rested it on the coffin, and the surroundings lit up instantly.

"The deceased was a male, looking very young, about twenty-five years old, with a dark complexion, and the preliminary cause of death should be poisoning."

I said, unwrapping his clothes: "The wound is on the left side of the abdomen. ”

"What hurt?"

I was stunned, and when I went out, Wang Fatzi only said that I should bring a shovel to dig a grave, but he didn't say an autopsy? I don't have any tools on me.

But the ten years of experience with him have taught me that you have to use local materials. So I broke a branch and probed the wound, and then held the lantern closer and looked at it: "Was it wounded by a sharp weapon, the wound is deep in the middle and shallow on the perimeter, it should be a fusiform sharp weapon, it seems to be a dart?" The wound was black in blood, and I was afraid that it was poisonous. ”

"Well, it's a poison dart."

I sniffed the poisonous blood from the wound: "This poison is relatively rare, it seems that I saw it when I accompanied Master to conduct an autopsy a few years ago." Called...... Oh yes, a little red in the snow. ...... year"

I stopped. Wang Fatzi has no friends, and there are many officials in the Assassin's Mansion, so he only has some friendship with the two, and eats and drinks together every three or five times. One person is really fat, and he happens to be surnamed Zhen, and everyone calls him "really fat"; There is also a person surnamed Meng, but he is extremely poor, and he is nicknamed "Meng Thin Man".

On the fifteenth day of the winter month of the year before last, Xiangzhou City was mixed with spies, and the "real fat man" and the "thin man" found something strange and took twenty people to chase them, but the "real fat man" and other seventeen people died under the poison dart, and the "thin man" also lost a leg, and only two small catchers escaped by chance.

Wang Fatzi held the coffin and looked at the corpse inside, and his voice trembled a little: "Jianghu, you ...... You know? This man...... It's the same one who killed my friend...... Murderer. ”

"Master, he's dead, mourn. Judging from the degree of blood clotting and the state of the corpse spots, the time of death should have been three hours ago, probably around the end of last night. ”

"That's right, yesterday the Qin sent us to inform us that we had gathered at the time of the unit, tried several cases, and later found him out in public, and I wanted to put him in prison and send him to the capital for interrogation another day, but who knew that he committed suicide on the spot."

Wang Fatzi sighed, with a satisfied smile on his face, and continued: "You kid is not very familiar with the various organs of the human body, if you want to become a master, this is not good, take this opportunity to open his stomach, take a good look, miss it, where to find such a good specimen for you in the future." ”

"No, Master......"

"Even if I tell Master to do so, see it clearly, and draw me a detailed diagram tomorrow, and draw me every section of intestines and every blood vessel." Wang Fatzi said sharply, threw down a sharp knife, and left resolutely.

I am very in awe of this fat man, who made him my master? However, I don't want to be like him, and be a despised slut for the rest of my life, I ...... I'm the one who has to do big things.

My name is Li Jianghu, "Li", but my national surname is majestic, right? How heroic the word "Jianghu" is, no matter what, if you don't be a general, you have to be a hero, no matter how bad you are, you should be a fast catcher like that Long Yuhan, right? How can you fool around with dead people for the rest of your life? The point is, where do so many dead people come from every day waiting for my autopsy?

However, I have to hand in the picture tomorrow! If you can't hand it over, I'm afraid you'll have to be beaten again. I touched the right side of my face and couldn't help but feel aggrieved about it beforehand. Who said that a gentleman doesn't move his hands? Who said that hitting people doesn't slap them in the face?

Hey, Wang Fatzi is not a gentleman, and he is unreasonable, where do you understand this? The point is, he is still a left-hander, and he habitually uses his left hand when he beats people, and every time my right face is injured, I feel that my handsome face has been crooked by him.

I sighed twice and clenched the knife in my hand. Although the deceased in the coffin is meticulous, since everyone has committed suicide in fear of sin, why should I use it to dissect and study?

Besides, Fat Wang is not teaching me by the side, where will I be able to distinguish the situation of each blood vessel? Also, what am I painting these for? Who killed people and dissected them before they did it? Even if it's a doctor, it's just a matter of looking and asking, who will do the surgery?

"Woo, woo......"

The owl's wailing was even more terrifying, and a gust of wind blew, and the black shadows also opened their teeth and claws as if they were about to pounce at any moment.

I couldn't help but shudder, stuck the knife into my belt, and bowed to the corpse again: "I'm sorry, brother, you don't look like a fierce god, everyone is also their own master, it's not easy, you go back to sleep, disturb!" ”

With that, I quickly covered the coffin, covered it with earth, and fled with lanterns and shovels and left the mass grave.