Four days later, the remnant snow melted, and the surface of the Chibi River of the Yangtze River reflected the warm glow of the winter sun; There is a vulture soaring in the clear sky.

Sitting by the river, a white-haired old man was fishing.

A vulture, swooping down from the sky, approaching the river, munched on a cloud of "floating objects".

The white-haired old man looked fixedly, and the "floating object" was clearly a corpse, with his body and head and face on the surface of the river, and a bundle of unkempt hair was still swaying with the river.

The white-haired old man looked surprised, took the fishing rod and got up and left.

An hour later, three catchers with long knives on their waists and servants with medicine boxes stood by the river, looking at the corpses floating on the river, one, two, three......

One catcher called a swallowtail boat, and went up one after another with two other catchers and a servant. The boatman rocked the oars and rowed towards a corpse in the center of the river.

A vulture was lying on its stomach on a highly corrupted female corpse floating on the surface of the river, pecking at carrion, and the big man caught it and roared: "Bah-" The vultures raised their wings and flew into the sky.

The swallowtail boat rowed close to the female corpse, and everyone on board covered their noses to look.

The big man looked at the man and saw that it was a female corpse, but he didn't know whether the deceased committed suicide or killed him.

He said that the corpse was soaked and rotted by the river, and it was really difficult to identify.

He crouched down, opened the medicine box, took out a pair of medicinal gloves and put them on, motioned for the boatman to bring the boat closer, and he reached out and dragged the female corpse from the water to the boat. Seeing that he couldn't drag him alone, a few headcatchers came over to help, and then dragged him onto the boat.

He looked at the boatman and said, "Carry the woman's body to the shore, and I will examine it again to see if there are any injuries on other parts of her body."

The swallowtail boat rowed towards the shore. He took a closer look at the corpse of the woman who was temporarily placed on the boat.

When the boat was moving on the river, the big man was fast, the medium man was fast, and the small man was looking in different directions on the river, and they found the floating male and female corpses respectively. They counted: one, two, three...... There are six in total.

He said that there were a total of 7 corpses on board.

The big man said quickly, their identities are unknown, whether he killed or committed suicide, the situation is unknown.

Speaking of which, did so many people suffer at the same time? Hardly.

The little man caught the little eyeballs and rolled around a few times and said, I analyzed that the possibility of suicide is small, and the possibility of him killing is high.

The boatman interjected, maybe the boat capsized in the middle of the river, and exactly 7 people on the boat drowned, or possibly.

Let's not draw conclusions until all seven bodies are fished ashore for inspection.

Two hours later, all seven bodies were brought ashore, but all of them were highly decomposed, and some of the corpses had eaten most of their eyes and noses by fish or vultures, and it was impossible to identify the faces of the dead.

I have examined the autopsies one by one, and I have told a few arresters that as for how the deceased died, I really can't draw conclusions. But based on the identification of the seven bodies, the only thing that can be concluded is their gender and age, there are four men and three women, two of the four men are older and two are slightly younger; Two of the three girls were older and one was a little younger.

The big man said that this information is difficult to corroborate whether this is a murder or not.

An hour later, a few local villagers who had been invited had dug a huge earth pit on the mountain with shovels and shovels, and buried all seven highly decomposed corpses in it.

In March of this year, the sky was raining and the cold wind was blowing, making it even more cold.

Fu Dexing sat in his coat on the Taishi chair against the wall in the grocery store on Puqi West Street, coughing incessantly, sometimes lowering his head and spitting at an earthen pot at his feet.

Fu Chunlan stood at the counter waiting for business, and when she saw that no customers came, she approached Fu Dexing and stood behind him to beat him on the back.

Fu Chunlan said, Dad, you cough every day, please ask Hu Langzhong from South Street to come and prick you with a few pairs of herbs to eat?!

Fu Dexing, who shook his head, said confidently, It is estimated that after a while, the weather will become hot, and my cough will be cured. Then the throat itched, and he coughed incessantly, and the green tendons on his neck bulged out visibly when he coughed.

Fu Chunlan said anxiously, the more you cough, the worse it gets, let's ask Hu Langzhong to take a look!

Fu Dexing said, how can it be good to invite Langzhong when it rains outside? When the weather clears, I will go directly to Hu Langzhong.

Qian Wanguan was cleaning in the aisle on the right side of the counter, he suddenly put the broom against the wall, looked at Fu Chunlan and beckoned: You come here.

Fu Chunlan approached him, and he whispered to Fu Chunlan for a while.

Fu Dexing saw it, so he asked Chunlan, what did Wan Guan tell you?

Fu Chunlan felt that it was not appropriate to say it, so she said it, but she didn't say anything.

Qian Wanguan smiled at Fu Dexing and said You'll know later.

Fu Dexing saw Qian Wanguan walk into the back room, and came out again after a while, wearing a hat to cover the rain and go out.

He said to Fu Chunlan, let me ask you, what did Wan Guan do? Leave so early.

Fu Chunlan said, I arranged for him to go out for something, and you will know later.

An hour later, Fu Dexing's asthma attacked, and a mouthful of phlegm was blocked in his throat and could not come out, his eyes rolled white, and his whole body trembled.

Fu Chunlan approached and held Fu Dexing to no avail. Then he shouted to the inner room - the hired man comes.

I saw two hired workers coming over one after another, and I understood at a glance that the two of them helped Fu Dexing to the inner room one by one.

Fu Chunlan walked around the grocery store, muttering, why hasn't the person I asked Qian Wanguan to invite come yet?

Suddenly, I saw two people outside the door, one was wearing a hat, and it was Qian Wanguan; One with an umbrella in his left hand and a medicine box in his right hand is Hu Langzhong.

Fu Chunlan asked reproachfully, Qian Wanguan, why did you come this night? I asked two hired workers to help my father to the inner room, and he couldn't get a mouthful of phlegm out of his throat, to see if there was any way to cure Hu Lang.

Qian Wanguan said that Hu Langzhong was seeing another patient, so he waited so long.

Fu Chunlan urged, hurry in.

In the inner room, Fu Dexing was lying on a bamboo bed with a futon, his eyes rolling white, and two hired workers stood there staring dryly, but they couldn't help.

At this time, Qian Wanguan brought Hu Langzhong in to observe Fu Dexing's condition, and saw that he was having trouble panting, and knew that his throat was choked by phlegm, so he opened the medicine box and took out the spoon, and motioned Fu Dexing to open his mouth to be embarrassed, but he couldn't get it out.

Hu Langzhong said that this phlegm must be sucked out, and it has been blocked in the throat for a long time, and there is a danger of suffocation.

When Qian Wanguan heard this, he couldn't help but order, and immediately squatted down in front of Fu Dexing, put his mouth to his mouth, sucked a few mouthfuls, and after about a cup of tea, he sucked the phlegm blocked in Fu Dexing's throat clean. Because there was no earthen pot to receive phlegm, he also vomited on the ground.

Fu Dexing sat up, and the person was much calmer, and he cast a grateful look at Qian Wanguan, who was still spitting on the dirt.

One day, in the Hall of Judgment of Hades, the atmosphere was gloomy.

Zhong Kui, who was wearing a beard and noodles, stood there and made a gesture, signaling the Cao Yang family, who were kneeling in a row, to stand up.

Zhong Kui let go of his rough voice and said: The undead of your family of seven have reached the netherworld for seven, I went to the palace of the king of Yama to check the life and death book of each person in your family, and basically did no evil things before his death, according to the regulations of the underworld, the innocent undead can be successfully reincarnated and reincarnated.

Cao Yang frowned, and arched his hand to Zhong Kui, military judge, with all due respect, this undead spirit will not be reincarnated as a human being for the time being, and it will be until the seven masked robbers who robbed a boatload of soybeans on the Chibi River are captured one by one, and sentenced to death, and I will be reincarnated as a human being, otherwise I would rather be a guilty ghost in the city that died in vain.

Cao Hongyou and the other six undead also said almost in unison, I will wait until the seven gangsters are captured and punished, and then reincarnate as a human being.

Zhong Kui slapped the table and shouted loudly, no, isn't it better to be a human being reincarnated than to be a ghost?

The whole hall was silent.

Zhong Kui continued, now about your seven murders, the underworld and the yang world have not been closed, and it is a fact that none of the seven robbers have been caught, but sooner or later they will be caught. In my opinion, Cao Yang stayed for the time being and cooperated with the Hades to do the investigation work. In the future, the case will be closed, and then he will make other plans. The other six undead are to obey the arrangement and not stay in the underworld for long.

Hu Qin glanced at Zhong Kui and immediately bowed his head.

Zhong Kui said with a smile on his face, Huqin, thank you for embroidering my portrait of Zhong Kui with cross-stitch when you were alive, and selling or giving it away as a New Year's painting, and posting it to people for auspicious celebrations. I'm ashamed, I Zhong Kui didn't bring a lot of joy to the people of the world, even your family of seven, I don't have time to support it, so I'm really sorry for the suffering.

Hu Qin raised his head and said, Judge Wu, don't be ashamed, and don't say sorry. In your early years, you were born as a hero in the world, who doesn't praise you? A hundred years later, you have become a great god of the underworld, which one does not worship? I embroider your portrait for sale or give it away, it's all my job, it's what I should do, and I haven't done enough.

Zhong Kui looked at her and smiled without saying a word.