Chapter 209

Wu Shaochun was born in the countryside, and he has walked with the people of Huanggang Village, has seen the darkness of human nature, and knows the complex truth of human nature.

Most of the villagers in the countryside will keep silent when it comes to ghost-related things, as if there is no disaster if they don't say it, and if they say it, they will be in trouble.

Zhao Fusheng first caught Cao Dazong with words, and at this time, the old thing was repeated, and he didn't dare not say it.

“……”

Cao Dazong really showed a look of embarrassment, and his eyes dodged:

"This ...... This ......"

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at him calmly.

Her tone was gentle, but her gaze was cold and oppressive.

At this time, she was no longer a talkative 'adult', her legs were slightly parted, her elbows were propped up on her knees, her upper body was bent forward, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail and hung down on the side of her cheek.

Zhao Fusheng's figure was stretched in the bright yellow light, covering Cao Dazong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The identity of the head of the Demon Suppression Commander Department carried a natural coercion, and the sense of reticence overwhelmed him, and Cao Dazong suddenly couldn't stand it.

"Like, as if I've heard—"

"What does it look like?" Zhao Fusheng interrupted Cao Dazong's words and said in a deep voice:

"Yes is yes, no is no. This ghost case really happened 43 years ago, you are 56 this year, and you yourself said that you have been going to the countryside with your father to collect taxes all the year round, and you will be twelve or thirteen years old in the year when the ghost case in Fengmen Village occurred——"

When Zhao Fusheng said this, his tone paused for a moment, and then he said:

"At this age, you can't say that you are not sensible, right?"

Cao Dazong felt that this lord had swept away the impression of good speech left on him before, and his momentum became a little sharp, he unconsciously knelt down again, and replied stubbornly:

"Back to the words of adults, I did hear about the ghost disaster that happened in Fengmen Village 43 years ago, but, maybe I'm old, and I didn't remember it for a while......"

"Do you remember it now?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

"I remembered, I remembered." Cao Dazong kept nodding.

Zhao Fusheng laughed:

"Then you can pick and choose what you want to talk about."

"Yes." Cao Dazong said with a sad face:

"Actually, I don't know how this ghost came about, but I suddenly heard that it was haunted, and I invited the adults of the county town demon division to catch the ghosts, and many people died."

Cao Dazong's words did not have any additional new clues for the Red Shoes ghost case 43 years ago, Zhao Fusheng frowned, and listened to him again:

"Those people are buried in the mass grave at the back of Fengmen Village, and some people still go to burn incense and worship."

"There is a mass grave behind the closed door village?" Zhao Fusheng perked up, remembering that it was recorded in the parchment file that Li Neng, who had held the ghost incense and attracted the ghost, finally walked into the tomb with the ghost.

The file does not specify where the tomb is.

At this time, Cao Dazong took the initiative to mention the mass grave, and when it came to burning incense and worshipping, Zhao Fusheng guessed whether the ghosts of the year were sealed in this mass grave.

"There is a mass grave, just halfway up the hill not far from their village, some children in the village who died young, snakes and insects that were killed were thrown there, and occasionally the corpses of dead people could be seen, saying that the heroes in the mountains also threw them in the pit after killing the passing merchants."

Cao Dazong said.

"In that ghost case 43 years ago, have you ever heard someone say that this ghost is coming from?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"No, no." When Cao Dazong heard this, he shook his head desperately and waved his hand:

"I just heard that he died suddenly, and I don't know where that ghost came from." After he finished speaking, he added:

"At first, I didn't know it was haunted, but then I reported it to the town government for some reason, saying that there were a lot of missing people in the village, and my father was still worried back then, and he was afraid that he would be sent to Fengmen Village to investigate the case-"

At that time, whether it was a man-made disaster or a ghost disaster, ordinary errand officers could not afford to provoke it, and for a while, people were panicked.

"Fortunately, in the end, someone from the city came, saying that there were ghosts in the village, and finally saying that several big people died, and the incident finally subsided."

Speaking of the ghost case, Cao Dazong's face was a little ugly, and he patted his shriveled chest.

From the old man's words, he really didn't know much.

Zhao Fusheng was a little disappointed in his heart, but he was not discouraged:

"Were there any women in the village who died mysteriously during that time?" After she asked, she immediately realized that the questions she asked were too extensive, even if Cao Dazong still had some memory, listening to her ask like this, it was estimated that she would not be able to find any signs.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng paused and asked again:

"The age is about fifteen to twenty-five, and it is not excluded that she is a bride, and she wears red shoes before she dies-"

The ghost case of 43 years ago was not handled by her.

After a long time, and relying only on a few written records, she relied on the only clues to barely depict some of the identity-related information of the resurrected ghost when he was alive, which was already very difficult.

Somehow, Zhao Fusheng suddenly thought of Meng Po, and she added another sentence:

"It's also possible that this bride is not a native and has been trafficked—"

"Fusheng, how do you know?"

Kuai Manzhou didn't know when he was lying on Zhao Fusheng's lap, and at this time he pulled her sleeve and asked in a crisp voice.

Cao Dazong glanced at the little girl strangely.

Before he left, Pang Zhixian warned him, saying that the people who traveled this time were all big shots from the Demon Suppression Division, and asked him to obey the orders of Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou, and personally told them: Don't provoke the little girl.

Cao Dazong really couldn't see the horror of Kuai Manzhou, but with the innate intuition of human beings, he could sense the danger of this child.

The carriage traveled at night, and there was silence all around.

In fact, Cao Dazong and the servants were worried about encountering mountain bandits who robbed the road, and these people were more terrible than ghosts.

Ghosts kill people randomly, and the knives in the hands of these mountain kings are full of human blood.

But the three people in the car were calm.

Wu Shaochun is young and strong, and he looks extraordinary; Zhao Fusheng is also a big man in the Demon Suppression Division, and it is rumored in the county that she may not be a person, but a 'ghost', she is not afraid, but how can a yellow-haired little girl who is only six or seven years old be so calm?

The little girl didn't speak after getting into the car, and kept leaning on Zhao Fusheng's side, and it was rare to open her mouth at this time, and Cao Dazong was very curious.

"43 years ago, there was a case of a red-shoe ghost in Fengmen Village."

Zhao Fusheng saw that Kuai Manzhou was interested in this matter, so he simply told her the cause and effect of the Red Shoes ghost case.

At that time, the little girl was curious about why she cared about '43 years ago' in the Demon Suppression Division, but Wu Shaochun didn't know the cause and effect of this old case, so she simply told Meng Po that a daughter disappeared 43 years ago.

"But how do adults know that this ghost was a woman before she was born, and she was between 15 and 25 years old, and she was a newlywed woman?" Wu Shaochun also asked.

In fact, he can guess some reasons, but it is not as specific as Zhao Fusheng said.

He was interested in handling ghost cases, and Zhao Fusheng promised him that he wanted to work hard in the Demon Suppression Division, and at this time he found an opportunity to ask questions, and he also wanted to learn from Zhao Fusheng's experience, so that he could have more ways to survive when he handled cases in the future.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained to him:

"In the Red Shoe Ghost Case, the ghost kills people by means that the person marked by the ghost will suddenly have a strange red shoe on one foot, and then the person wearing the red shoe will die mysteriously."

And the way of death is strange and bizarre, after death, there are no bones left, only a footprint about ten inches in size.

According to the dossier records, the victim's Qi Daniu family and the accompanying envoys are of different ages and genders, but the footprints they left behind after they put on ghost shoes and died are the same-"Although the ghost has not appeared, from these clues, we can also deduce the identity of the ghost from the side, and it must have been a ten-inch woman before her death." ”

Wu Shaochun nodded again and again, remembering her analytical words and reasoning methods in her heart.

Cao Dazong was very frightened when he heard about the ghost case, but in addition to the fear, perhaps Zhao Fusheng's calm and calm demeanor affected him.

A gruesome ghost-related murder case was narrated by her, and the analysis was so penetrating that there was a strange magic that made people listen carefully.

"As for guessing the identity of this woman's newlywed woman, is it because of the red shoes?" Wu Shaochun drew inferences from one another, and based on the available evidence, he also guessed the reason why Zhao Fusheng specifically mentioned the 'newlywed woman'.

Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"Generally, it is not a big wedding or a new marriage, and women are reluctant to wear wedding dresses."

The ordinary people of the Han Dynasty had a hard life, but the most bitter life was many girls like Zhuang Siniang.

The most beautiful time of their lives may be on the wedding day, like bright fireworks, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Many people buy a wedding dress, only wear it on the wedding day, and then press it into the bottom of the box, and can only touch it from time to time.

"Your Excellency is right." Wu Shaochun nodded and also put forward his own opinion:

"Only on the day of the wedding, after the ghost is revived, will the ghost thing wear red shoes." After he finished speaking, his mind was active, and he said again:

"Since it is a newlywed, then the bride should not be very old." In this way, Zhao Fusheng mentioned the point of view of the age of the ghost before his death, and Wu Shaochun understood.

And she thinks widely.

Since the bride is not very old, there are two ways to die suddenly at this age.

One died of a sudden illness and the other died unexpectedly.

Zhao Fusheng took into account the possibility of the former, and at the same time, because she was cautious and thought of the time when Meng Po's daughter disappeared, the timelines of the two coincided, so she combined the two events.

Therefore, when mentioning the identity of the ghost of the Red Shoe ghost case, the possibility of 'abducted and trafficked women' was added.

"It's unlikely that this 'abducted' is likely, and it is far-fetched to combine the two." Zhao Fusheng saw that Wu Shaochun was interested in the process of handling the case, so he simply said in detail:

"But whether this is related or not, we need to make bold assumptions, and then find clues to rule it out."

After speaking, she said:

"We are dealing with ghost cases, which itself is a chance of death, don't be negligent in any clues, maybe vitality and clues are hidden in this one-in-10,000 possibility, don't be too troublesome or don't do it."

She said lightly.

Wu Shaochun knew the importance of what she said, and was also moved by Zhao Fusheng's willingness to teach himself, so he nodded cautiously.

He was encouraged and began to think:

"My lord said, 43 years ago, in the ghost case file, only a red shoe was seen, could it be because this woman was killed before she died, and the body was decomposed?"

As soon as Wu Shaochun's voice fell, suddenly a night breeze blew - 'Whew.' ’

The bronze lamp hanging outside the carriage was blown and swayed, hitting the door with a 'clang' sound, which frightened the errand officer and Cao Dazong who were driving the carriage and couldn't help shaking.

"Possibly." Zhao Fusheng replied patiently, "But I don't think it's very likely-"

Wu Shaochun was about to ask 'why', when he suddenly heard something rushing in the night wind, and then slammed into the wall of the carriage.

The handyman who was driving the car screamed in fright, Cao Dazong in the carriage was close to the wall of the car, and someone shouted loudly in the distance:

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"Oh woo! Woohoo! Woohoo! ”

Someone screamed loudly not far away, and the sound spread far away in the night, and a murderous aura spread, followed by a messy stampede from far and near.

"What's going on?"

The smile on Zhao Fusheng's face was closed, his eyes turned cold, and he asked in a deep voice.

The errand officer who drove the car said in a trembling voice:

"My lord, maybe, you may encounter mountain bandits blocking the way!"

"Mountain bandits?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, and said without hesitation:

"Rush straight over!"

As soon as her voice fell, the messenger who drove the car cried:

"I'm afraid not—"

After speaking, the sound of countless rocks smashing the car kept ringing.

The footsteps rushing in the distance were hurried, and someone shouted excitedly:

"If the car stops, it's going to kill people if it doesn't stop!"

In the midst of the shouting, I saw someone in front of the vehicle pushing something and crashing into the carriage.

There were people chasing after each other in front of the carriage, on the left and right, and the sound of 'ping pong' was incessant, and a lot of mud and gravel fell into the carriage along the gaps in the carriage and the doors and windows.

"It's over, it's over—" Cao Dazong's face was like ashes, and he collapsed on the carriage:

"That's the end of it!"

His eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng and Kuai Manzhou, revealing a look of fear:

"That's good."

Bandits are lawless.

If it was just a carriage today, and there was no money on the car, he would show his identity with Wu Shaochun and the chariot handyman, and there might be a trace of survival.

But there are women and children in the car, and it is difficult to say what the consequences will be.

At that time, in order to extinguish the mouth, the bandits are even more afraid of leaking the news, and they may want to kill people.

Cao Dazong's face was so frightened that his face turned blue and black, and his legs trembled.

Zhao Fusheng's face sank and shouted:

"Full week."

"Hee-hee."

The little girl's laughter sounded in Cao Dazong's ears.

The old man was speechless: how could he still laugh at this time?

But the next moment, he found that the child who was still snuggling next to Zhao Fusheng before was gone.

The light in the carriage dimmed instantly.

Cao Dazong vaguely seemed to smell a sweet smell, like blood but not blood, like flowers and not flowers, very weird.

At the same time, he seemed to hear a strange sound in his ears, like the 'trickling' sound of water droplets passing through the cracks in the stones.

Today's sky is full of stars, it doesn't look like it's raining, where do the water droplets come from?

The old man looked up in a ghostly way, and then saw a thrilling scene that he would never forget.

At some point, a large pool of black-red blood suddenly appeared on the roof of the carriage - as if someone had killed and blooded on the roof of the carriage, and the blood seeped into the inside along the wooden planks of the carriage.

"My lord, there's—" He was about to speak, when he saw that the blood was not dripping, but strangely seeping up the roof wall, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Ahh Cao Dazong let out the sharpest and most piercing scream in his life:

"Hell!"