At this moment, no matter how hard Xiao Linzi's life was, he was stunned, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his fingers trembling and pointing to the pickle jar in front of him.

Along with the skull, there was a lot of black juice and shapeless rotten pickles.

Liang Yuanque didn't want to touch it with his hands, so he slightly flicked the skull with his toes, pointing the black hole of his eyes towards himself.

The skull was covered with a slimy, sludge-like substance, presumably pickled flesh.

It seems that it has been pickled in this pickle jar for some years.

Since there is a head, it may also have limbs and a torso, Liang Yuanque picked up the pickle jar that had fallen to the ground, took a flashlight and shone it inside, and sure enough, he found a few bones that looked like hand bones.

Xiao Linzi was already stunned, and he couldn't help anything, so Liang Yuanque could only take a flashlight to shine it up and call Zhuang Youjie.

"I don't!"

Zhuang Youjie thought he was going to tell himself to go down, so he immediately refused.

"You're going to get me a pair of gloves!" Liang Yuanque cursed, "By the way, find a few more bold and bold people to come and move these pickle jars up to check!" ”

Zhuang Youjie went back quickly, and first threw him a pair of gloves, as for the family who was willing to do this, the third lady and the eldest aunt had already gone to find it.

The gloves were made of cotton thread, and they didn't do much of an insulating effect, but it was better than nothing, and Liang Yuanque got up and pulled out the bones in the jar with his hands.

Sure enough, it was two human hand bones, one arm was still attached to the palm, and the other two parts had fallen off.

The joints of the bones have rough marks of chopping, and it is believed that someone has used a blunt instrument to cut the limbs off the corpse.

endured the nausea and continued to go down, and also found a cervical vertebra from below, and there were also very rough cut marks on it.

Absolutely, this Lin family is simply a demon cave, and this case is getting more and more handled!

Liang Yuanque thought that he hadn't discussed the price with the Lin family yet, and thought that he would have to mention the cost later.

Their family's situation is so complicated, they have to pay more!

After all, there was a master's family out of the horse, and they still found a few people who could muster up courage, but they refused to carry the bones taken out by Liang Yuanque, and were only willing to carry the pickle jar up.

Liang Yuanqi shrugged his shoulders, and as they worked, he very wittily did not mention what might be in these jars.

He asked the eldest aunt above to throw down the coat, wrap the skull with some other bones, and carry it on his own.

"First of all, sir, dare to ask who this bitter master is?"

The eldest aunt was terrified when she saw him carrying the rotten slimy bones on his back.

Liang Yuanque replied to him while laying the bones on the open space beside him,

"It was a woman, and she said she died a horrible death."

The people around him regarded him as a feng shui master, and naturally felt that he knew it through his psychic.

But Zhuang Youjie knew his true identity after all, and thought in his heart, do you still use psychic to ask!

This friend was cut into knots and made into pickles, if this is not miserable, then what is miserable?

As for how he found out that it was a woman, Zhuang Youjie heard from a friend who studied medicine that some bone structures of men and women are different.

Liang Yuanque commanded the pickles to open all these pickle jars, and as the lids of the jars were peeled off, screams came and went.

Sure enough, each pickle vat contained some rotting bones.

Liang Yuanque arranged the bones in his hand, and went to check the other jars in turn.

In the second jar he opened, he pulled out a half-leg bone and another spine.

In the third jar is a pelvic bone, which is the hardest bone in the human body, and it is difficult to chop it with ordinary strength.

There were still many obvious marks of slashing and smashing on the pelvis, and it was clear that the assailant had tried, but was unsuccessful.

Liang Yuanque held the scarred pelvic bone, and a trace of doubt welled up between his eyebrows.

He looked at the skull on the ground and muttered, "Two people? ”

The first skull, with the arch of the eyebrows above the eye socket and a small, thin jaw, is a typical female skull.

And the pelvis he found now is small and high overall, with a narrow lower mouth, and the whole is funnel-shaped, which is obviously a man's pelvis.

Liang Yuanque couldn't think of the origin for a while, and he couldn't think of who the two bones were, so he could only sort out all the bones first.

Since no one was willing to come forward to help, he was alone in the work, so the progress was slow, it was getting dark, and there were two pickle vats that were not sorted.

At this time, the old lady of the Lin family, who had fallen down because of the stimulus before, woke up and heard about the situation here, so she asked her to hobbled over to take a look.

As soon as she arrived at the place, looking at the human bones all over the ground, the old lady was also startled, but she was a person who had lived for so many years and had gone through a lot of ups and downs, and finally stabilized.

"Sir, these are all ......"

She stepped forward and asked Liang Yuanque, who was working hard.

Liang Yuanque held up a spine in his hand to her,

"What was found in the vegetable cellar, a man and a woman, were dismembered and stuffed into the pickle vat."

The old lady looked at the disgusting mass in his hand, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly asked,

"Did these two die together?"

Liang Yuanque raised his eyebrows, and always felt that the old lady asked very strangely.

If it's asking, "How did they die?" When did they die? "It seems reasonable.

But what she is talking about is not an ordinary interrogative sentence, but a selective interrogative sentence whose answer is nothing more than "yes or no".

Liang Yuanque put down the things in his hand and pointed to her at the two corpses he had laid on the ground and tried to put them together.

"In terms of the degree of decomposition, this female corpse died first, this male corpse came after her, and the time should be in the next few years."

Among them, the female corpse had basically been put together under his sorting, and only some fragments of bones were missing.

The male skeleton, limbs, and torso were basically put together, but there was no vital skull.

The remaining few jars, Liang Yuanque had already stirred in advance, and there was no skull in them.

In other words, although this eldest brother was dismembered and stuffed into a pickle jar, his head was missing.

Maybe he was taken away by a murderer with a heart.

Liang Yuanque saw that the old lady's hand was visibly shaking again, and thought that if she couldn't bear it, don't look at it, auntie!

But the old lady seemed to be enchanted, and threw herself uncontrollably towards the male corpse, her mouth wide open, and it took a long time to spit out a terrible cry,

"Son, son! My son! ”