"The First Seven Soul ......"

The document in Zhao Qi's hand was a transcript of the local Tixing Division's questioning of the informant after receiving the report.

During questioning, the villager said that his son had drowned in a river outside the village due to an accident.

The day of the police call is what is commonly known as the first seven days.

According to folk customs, once a mourning tent is erected, it can be dismantled after seven days and as many as forty-nine days.

Therefore, on the same day, Li Bikang took his wife to burn paper and incense for his son in the mourning hall to express his lovesickness, but he didn't expect that his drowned son suddenly appeared at the door of the house.

Then it was wet and dripping with water all the time.

The wife, who was sick with longing, hugged her son, but passed out after a few seconds.

He quickly stepped forward to pick his wife up, and the son turned and disappeared into the doorway.

Li Bikang rushed his wife to the hospital, but to this day, his wife remains in a coma, and the doctors are helpless.

After the local Tixing Division intervened in the investigation, the investigators soon discovered something strange.

First of all, Li Bikang's son has only been buried for a few days, and his grave is already overgrown with weeds, and there is even a sapling growing in the weeds.

The second is that since the first seven, Li Bikang has dreamed of his drowned son every night.

Sometimes his son wanders at the door, and sometimes he stands directly on the edge of the bed, obviously saying something, but Li Bikang always can't remember it every time he wakes up.

Li Bikang felt that his son might be unwilling or had some unfulfilled wishes, so he burned paper money by the drowning river every day.

The villagers all said that Li Bikang's condition was getting worse and worse, and he had even begun to go crazy.

The investigation by the Criminal Investigation Department was fruitless, so the matter could only be reported to the State Secretariat as a strange case.

The State Secretariat realized that the matter was not simple, so it reported to the higher-ups, and finally it was transmitted to Qin Tianjian.

Looking at the document in his hand, Zhao Qi also realized that there were many things wrong in it.

But what exactly happened, I'm afraid that only when we arrive at the scene can we investigate clearly.

……

As Zhao Qi turned on the action recorder, a picture finally appeared on the big screen in the conference room of the scientific research institute.

The documents that Zhao Qi could see could also be seen clearly by all the experts and professors present.

The first thing that came to mind about this document was that it was strange.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a big chapter of the Criminal Division on this document, I am afraid that people would really be tempted to speculate whether this is some kind of strange folk story that is circulating.

"The first seven souls, there has always been such a saying among the people, but I have been committed to studying folk customs for more than 20 years, and there has never been any confirmation of this matter."

The metaphysical research expert of the Academy of Social Sciences frowned and thought about it.

On the other hand, the president of the Traditional Culture Research Association of Jinjun University also nodded:

"So this Mr. Zhao, is he going to find out about this matter?

But where do you start to investigate this kind of thing? ”

An old man sitting in the back who looked a little sloppy, dressed in a cloth suit, and was playing with literary toys in his hand, could hear that this was an old dragon from the county.

"You experts, all of them are dead-brained, except for knowing some knowledge from books, folk reasoning, you know a fart."

Everyone here is a high-level intellectual in various fields, who has ever heard this kind of stubble full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes?

So everyone followed the sound and looked at the old man sitting at the back, leaning back in his chair.

Seeing this, Kang Lei immediately spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a folk master, and he has a deep knowledge of metaphysical culture."

"Hey......"

Before Kang Lei finished speaking, the old man waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"I can't talk about metaphysics, I just know some old principles passed down from my ancestors.

My ancestors have been doing things for generations, and they have passed down some common principles from generation to generation......"

The old man's uninhibited attitude was in stark contrast to the rigor of other people, which once made many experts and professors not understand why such a person would be invited on such an occasion.

Kang Lei naturally knew the doubts in everyone's hearts, but he was not in a hurry to explain this.

Zhao Qi turned on the recorder, so that everyone could follow him to intervene in this case, so as to clearly know what they would do in the future.

In this way, we can understand the meaning of the existence of Qin Tianjian in the most intuitive and convenient way.

Otherwise, it would be too much effort to explain by mouth.

……

Soon, the car of the State Secretariat was out of the bustling city.

The northern part of the county is mostly mountainous, and it does not occupy an advantage in economic development, so there are still some primitive villages located in this high mountain.

For any bustling city, there is a place like Gubuk.

The geographical location is not advantageous, and it is far away from the central economic zone in the initial planning, so it will be slightly backward in development.

The mountain roads here are not easy to walk, so that the camera is shaky.

Zhao Qi looked out the window at the mountains that stacked up over the window, and occasionally saw the high-speed train passing through it, and the highways leading to other cities below.

The unique geographical environment makes it extremely secluded.

Occasionally, you can see farm trucks and figures working in the fields.

After passing through the rugged mountain road, the road in front of me finally smoothed out again, and this is Xinghai County.

For these foreign vehicles, people in the county town stopped and watched curiously.

The whole county is not large, except for some small high-rise buildings in the middle section, the whole county is mostly composed of villages one by one.

Soon, Zhao Qi saw a big stone standing on the side of the road, with the words Fulin Village written on it.

"This is it......"

Chen Xue looked curiously at the village in the distance, this village is not small, and there are at least dozens of families.

The road leading to the village is lined with the fields of the families, and in the distance a small river runs through the mountains.

"It looks normal, it's not like something strange is going on......"

Chen Xue's words reached Zhao Qi's ears, but they did not dispel the doubts in Zhao Qi's heart.

Soon the convoy came to the entrance of the village along the village road, where several people who looked like village cadres had been waiting for a long time.

When they saw Zhao Qi get out of the car, the village cadres didn't react for a while, but were still poking their heads out to look for people who looked like leaders.

"Who is the village chief?"

It wasn't until Zhao Qi opened his mouth to ask that these people looked at them in some surprise and couldn't help but guess in their hearts.

How does this leader look like a college student......

"I am, you're ......"

The village chief, who was in his sixties, hurried forward and asked politely.

Chen Xue on the side answered this question for Zhao Qi:

"We're here to investigate the case, let's talk nonsense, let's explain what happened here."

The village chief nodded again and again in agreement, looking at this battle, he knew that the other party was not small, where did he dare to be slack?

Under the leadership of the village chief, Zhao Qi and the others walked through the village and came to the riverside on the west side of the village.

Due to the recent heavy rain, the ground was very muddy along the way.

The ground near the river is even showing signs of subsidence.

"Leader, that kid from the old Li family, he likes to fish here when he has nothing to do.

It stands to reason that the child is very good at water, but somehow he drowned in the river.

The village helped Zhang Luo to take care of the aftermath, because he drowned, so he was buried early, but the funeral shed has not been demolished.

As a result, on the first seven days, many people saw the child.

Obviously, the people in the village helped to bury it, but the child appeared in the funeral shed for some reason.

Later, the villagers also went to the cemetery to take a look, and the cemetery was intact, so now it is also spread in the village that the child's ghost Touqi has returned.

He said that it was just that, and that was it, and from that day on, Lao Li and his daughter-in-law were sent to the hospital, and their lives and deaths are unknown until now.

Lao Li also began to become crazy, standing by the river at every turn, muttering to himself......"

As they walked along the river, they listened to the village chief's account of what had happened.

But at this moment, Zhao Qi noticed a figure that appeared by the river not far away.

The man had a handful of paper money in his hand and had been saying something since he lit it by the river.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, the village chief sighed:

"That's Lao Li, who is also a hard-working person, first the white-haired people sent the black-haired people, and now there is such a thing, this family is over......"

Zhao Qi frowned, then quickened his pace and walked forward.

Li Bikang didn't seem to notice that other people were coming, he looked at the river, sometimes stunned, sometimes laughing, no wonder the village was spreading that Li Bikang couldn't stand the blow and became a madman.

"Go to the graveyard of the dead and see ......"

Zhao Qi did not disturb Li Bikang, but asked the village chief to take him to the cemetery in the back mountain.

According to the village chief, this has always been the burial place of the villagers.

The ancestral graves of each family are located relatively next to each other, and behind the graves are patches of woods.

When Zhao Qi and the others approached the grave of the deceased, they unexpectedly found that there was already a person squatting in front of the grave.

This person looks very young at the back, and this outfit is also quite special.

A windbreaker with a hood, a pair of cargo pants, a pair of mountain boots, and a tactical backpack that seemed to be carrying a lot of things.

"Where are you?"

The village chief shouted suspiciously, and when the man standing in front of the grave turned around, everyone noticed that this person also had a windproof towel around his neck, covering the lower half of his face, which could be said to cover his whole body tightly.

It seems that this person is a person who spends all year round outdoors, and this outfit already explains this.

The man did not answer the village chief's question, but pointed to the grave next to him and asked:

"Isn't there something wrong with this place, this tomb is a little strange."

As soon as the village chief wanted to speak, he was stopped by Zhao Qi on the side.

He looked suspiciously at the man in front of him, who looked very muscular, and then at the tomb:

"What's strange?"

The man picked up a little soil from the grave, and then after collecting it, he frowned and said:

"This tomb is obviously new, and it should have just appeared.

But the grave is already overgrown with weeds and saplings, which is not right......"

The conversation between the two was broadcast in real time on the big screen of the scientific research institute through the recorder, and many experts and professors were puzzled by this.

However, the voice of the old man who had been playing with the text came again:

"Folk often say that ghosts are blessed and people, and funeral culture can always be in the people, prosperous and unfading.

The aura of heaven and earth, when gathered in the treasure land of feng shui, will grow grass on the grave.

On the contrary, the barren land is the place of great evil. ”

These words made the traditional culture professor next to him unable to sit still:

"Nonsense, as the so-called rich graves don't grow grass, many royal tombs attach great importance to this, how can it become a good omen for you."

The obvious academic conflicts between the two, especially this kind of traditional culture, folk customs and the like, are often ten miles of different styles and customs, and it is difficult to achieve an absolute unity.

The professor, Lu Wei, has been studying traditional culture for more than 20 years.

Many of his published papers are benchmarks in the academic community.

On the other hand, this old man who plays with literature is just a folk person.

What seems to be an academic conflict between the two is actually more like an inevitable contradiction between orthodox scholarship and folk culture.

The old man was not in a hurry, but pointed to the big screen in front of him and said:

"I also talked about the Imperial Tomb just now.

What is it? This is just a grave, and it is a grave that has just been buried.

In this case, the grave grass indicates that this place is a place of feng shui, and the more vigorous the grass, the better the feng shui of the place.

And what is this grass?

They are long sickle grass and bell grass, so the feng shui of this place is excellent, otherwise the ancients would not have chosen this place as the place of ancestral graves.

And those graves that do not grow grass are also called bald tombs, which have no earthly atmosphere, and they become Jedi, which is the last appearance in feng shui. ”

"It does make sense......"

An old scholar from the scientific research institute pushed his glasses:

"Although I don't know Feng Shui, what this person said is true.

The ground that does not grow grass is basically alkaline soil, and it is certainly not good for people buried in this kind of soil.

Under normal circumstances, it is necessary to find another grave on a certain day and then move the deceased there. ”

Although Lu Wei didn't want to admit it, he also realized that what the old man said with a lot of atmosphere was indeed reasonable.

The professors were able to hear the conversation between Zhao Qi and others, and naturally Zhao Qi could also know about the things discussed by the professors through the headset.

Although this academic confrontation was short, it fully demonstrated the high professionalism of these people here.

Whether it is a folk master or an academic expert, although there will inevitably be disagreements, they can always reach a consensus in the shortest possible time.

"So since it's a treasure of feng shui, why is it strange?"

One of the professors asked the question curiously, because everyone had just seen the masked man on the screen, indicating that the place was strange.

Zhao Qi's eyes lit up, obviously knowing the answer, but he remained silent at this time.

Sure enough, the old man put down the literary play in his hand, sighed and said:

"The blame is on the saplings on the grave and the flowers that are blooming.

As the saying goes, when the young grave bears tender branches, and the flowers and vines twist their necks, they ......"

At the moment when the old man said this, what Zhao Qi didn't expect was that the person in front of him actually said the same thing word for word......

(End of chapter)