Pu Jinsong didn't know that there was a thing called a mask in another world.

This face mask acts like a mask, covering the nose and mouth.

This kind of weather, not to mention Li Tiangang, who died in the trap and has become rotten, even if it is a pig slaughtered early in the morning, it will be a little bad in the afternoon.

The murder that occurred in the outer hall was investigated by the outer door, and there was a lot of pomp.

Pu Jinsong brought a member of the torture hall to refine the second order.

Song Yanzhi got the news and sent two followers to assist.

When it came to Baili's inquiry, Zhang Yongxiang ordered ten people to follow.

They held wide parasols, held kettles stuffed with ice cubes, and food boxes filled with all sorts of delicate snacks and fruits. Especially when Pu Jinsong sat down, the person next to him hurriedly trotted to the front and fanned him diligently.

Despite the oppressive heat, Pu Jinsong was very satisfied with the atmosphere set up in such a treeless barren mountain and wilderness.

The attitude of the outer hall to the outer door has always been very respectful.

After all, the outer disciples are all ordinary people.

Pu Jinsong still has some regrets in his heart: there are no beautiful girls in the outer hall disciples. There are a few who are a little beautiful, and they are all over thirty years old. It has nothing to do with titles like "girl". To be precise, it should be regarded as a "mother-in-law".

In the mahogany brocade plate, there are neatly stacked jujube cakes and hawthorn cakes.

There is a coffee table next to Maza. Drinking hot tea on the mountain in this kind of weather is simply a sin, so Zhang Yongxiang is very considerate to prepare iced mung bean soup and sour plum juice for the outer gate immortal master.

Watermelons are available all year round in the mountains, and apples and pears are also available.

Pu Jinsong likes hawthorn cold cake very much, and he ate several pieces in a row.

After drinking a bowl of chilled mung bean soup, I felt that the heat in my body was suddenly suppressed, and the whole person was much more comfortable.

He casually raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man standing diagonally opposite: "You, come here!" ”

This person's name is Sun Yingqing, 42 years old this year, and he is a member of the No. 35 squad of the cemetery.

Pu Jinsong asked for a glass of sour plum juice, took a sip lightly, and asked casually: "Since you reported the case, tell me about the process of your discovery of the deceased." ”

Sun Yingqing hunched his back and bent his knees, and the whole person was bent like a boiled prawn, almost kneeling directly on the ground. His face was full of smirks, and the corners of his eyebrows and mouth were curved very widely: "Hey, okay, okay." This area is the park that I am responsible for. Usually I clean up, and today is no exception, so I get up early in the morning and think about getting the job done before noon and resting. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked here, I saw a big pothole on the road from a distance. When they got closer, there was a dead man lying inside. ”

Pu Jinsong put down the porcelain cup, reached out and picked up the paper fan placed on the coffee table, shook it away with a "whoosh", and slowly shook the fan to cool it, but his eyes were firmly locked on Sun Yingqing, and asked, "Do you know the deceased?" ”

Sun Yingqing hurriedly replied: "I know, I must know!" He is Li Tiangang of the 34th group. Courtyard No. 34 is not far from the No. 35 courtyard where I live, and I usually don't look up and look down, and I know him very well. ”

After hearing these words, Pu Jinsong was noncommittal.

He picked up the porcelain cup again and took a small sip of sour plum juice.

The cup is delicate, and the volume is about the size of an adult's fist.

A glass of sour plum juice, he drank it for nearly ten minutes.

Pu Jinsong didn't speak, and Sun Yingqing didn't dare to move.

It is very uncomfortable to maintain a hunched posture for a long time.

This is not a high-class cemetery, and there are no trees around. In this way, being exposed to the dazzling and scorching sunlight, Sun Yingqing was sweating profusely, feeling like he was being fixed on a barbecue grill, surrounded by unbearable hot flames.

Finally waited for a glass of sour plum juice to be drunk, and Pu Jinsong broke the suffocating calm.

He stared at Sun Yingqing, who was covered with hot sweat on his forehead: "You are not small!" Dare to say it in front of me. ”

Sun Yingqing opened his mouth, his heart was full of horror, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to justify: "I don't have ......"

Before he finished speaking, Pu Jinsong suddenly stood up from the horse and rushed forward.

An attendant from the outer hall standing next to him with a fruit plate was caught off guard, and was immediately unbalanced by his violent momentum, and was knocked upside down and flew out, hitting a bluestone tombstone in front of the grave, bleeding like a torrent.

As if he hadn't seen anything, Pu Jinsong strode forward, grabbed Sun Yingqing's shoulder, and pressed his fingertips like hard and solid steel claws.

Sun Yingqing was in extreme pain, and opened his mouth to let out a miserable scream.

Pu Jinsong was like carrying a children's toy, dragging Sun Yingqing forward until he came to the trap.

The others didn't understand why he did this, and they didn't dare to dissuade him, so they could only speed up and follow, watching as Pu Jinsong threw Sun Yingqing off the edge of the trap.

He didn't make a ruthless move, and deliberately chose a location where the bamboo sticks were sparse.

Pu Jinsong pointed to Li Tiangang's corpse, with a hideous smile on his face: "Bring him to me." ”

Sun Yingqing's head and body were covered with dust, he shrunk his body, his right hand held on to the pit wall, and he didn't dare to stand up straight. Raising his head, when his gaze made contact with Pu Jinsong, his gaze was obviously a little evasive, and more fearful.

Pu Jinsong coughed vigorously, cleared his throat vigorously, and repeated the previous order: "Bring the corpse up." ”

Sun Yingqing was very resistant to this.

The corpse was rotting and it stinked.

Many flies hovered over the carrion, making an annoying "buzzing" sound.

However, Sun Yingqing had to do it.

He stepped forward with his heavy legs and feet, bent down, endured the disgusting stench, grabbed Li Tiangang's left foot with both hands, and pushed it upward, trying to break it away from the bamboo stick.

The deceased's pants were torn apart, and a large piece of carrion fell directly, revealing Bai Sensen's leg bones.

Sun Yingqing never dreamed that this would happen.

He was frightened, his hands snapped back, and the muscles in his face twitched with intense horror.

Pu Jinsong was unmoved. He grabbed a shovel that was obliquely inserted on the edge of the pit, pried up the sand, and sprinkled it towards Sun Yingqing, who was standing at the bottom of the pit.

"Do you believe that Lao Tzu will bury you alive now?"

"Talking nonsense in front of Lao Tzu, I think you are impatient!"

"It's very simple to want to die, just say it. Dao Ye has the means to turn you from a human into a ghost. ”

Hearing these words, the frightened Sun Yingqing hurriedly argued: "I didn't lie!" I'm telling the truth. ”

Pu Jinsong's smile was still hideous, which was always mixed with undisguised mockery: "You said you found this corpse this morning?" ”

Sun Yingqing's expression was slightly sluggish, and he nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

Pu Jinsong said lightly: "It seems that you have never been in contact with dead people before. Let me tell you! After this person dies, he has to have at least three or five years to rot to this extent. And the weather in the mountains is hot, and the corpses are decomposing much faster than usual. ”