Childe's back slowly straightened, and his two big sleeves hung quietly to the ground. Brown chestnut silk hair was draped over her shoulders, and the back of her head was loosely tied in a bun, and an ebony hairpin was inserted.

The two eyebrows of the prince are frowning, the amber is like the eyes, and the jade is like the face.

Guan Qi smiled, "Gongzi already recognizes him?"

Canghai nodded slowly, his gaze on the top of the dead man's hair.

"Who is he, how do you recognize him?"

Canghai seemed to sigh, and then said slowly: "He is Wu Weishan, the former governor of Shaanxi. ”

Xiao Shell was stunned, and couldn't help but glance into the box again, feeling much better now. "Do you mean the governor of Shaanxi who fell out with Dongchang because of the Jinbu shake key of the 'small treasury' of Funiu Mountain in Shaanxi?"

"Not bad. ”

The dead man's head was a skinny and terrifying old man, with a dead face, a pointed chin, deep-set cheeks, prominent cheekbones, unkempt gray hair but obviously combed, two white and black eyes that were still incredibly protruding and widening for many days after death, the right eye was slightly protruding, the right eye socket was slightly concave, and the pupils of both eyes were dilated. There are obvious abrasions and bumps on the frontal horns, cheekbones, nasal bones, ears, jaw, eyelids and eye sockets, especially the upper right corner of the head. It's just miserable, and a little unrecognizable. The most bizarre and terrifying thing is the cross twine on the face of the dead that runs across the head with the center of the cheek as the axis. It's like a human head has been cut in four equal parts and stitched back together.

Xiao Shell quickly looked away and asked again, "How do you recognize him?"

The sea paced back to the main position at an unhurried speed, and sat down in a flirtatious robe. "Fang Wailou has a portrait of him. ”

"Huh, do you recognize it when it's all dead like this?"

"Turning to ashes is also a roe deer, and it will not change. ”

Xiao Shell's courage slowly grew, and he glanced at the head again, and sighed: "There must have been something unexpected before he died, you see that his eyes are about to pop out." ”

"It's out. Canghai supported his head with his right hand, and his mood was a little sluggish. "The right eyeball has fallen off and been stuffed back again. ”

"What?!" Shell covered his mouth and forbeared. Guan Qi raised his eyebrows.

“...... Why die, my eyes can fall out and vomit ......"

"That's what comes off after death. Canghai sighed.

“...... How do you know the way?"

Canghai wanted to change the support of his left hand, but he caught a glimpse of the white bandage and put his left hand down. "The laceration of the eye socket is dark purple, the skin and flesh are not turned outward, and the eye mask is also scratched, which is obviously caused by dragging on the rough surface after death, and the inverted edge of the right orbit is proof of the inward squeezing, but the eye socket cannot contract and return to its original state due to the loss of muscle elasticity after death - that's why I say, that. ”

Because it's so disgusting, can't you say it anymore? Xiao Shell couldn't help but be happy, but he looked at Guan Qi. Guan Qi's eyes radiated the same light as when he saw his favorite corpse, and he was staring at the sea.

Little Shell took away the hand covering his mouth, "Who stuffed him back then?"

Xiao Shell looked at Canghai, and Canghai looked at Guan Qi.

Guan Qi actually smiled proudly. "Yes, it's me. ”

Little Shell's eyes widened, and his mouth opened subconsciously. I'm glad I didn't say the second half of the sentence just now. "Why, for, what ......?"

The answer is the sea.

"That's so I can recognize the identity of this dead man. But, why are there traces of twine stitching?" Canghai's eyebrows frowned and immediately relaxed, "Ah......!

Guan Qi put his hands behind his back, smiled approvingly, and encouraged: "Guess what." ”

"Ahem...... Canghai clenched his right hand into a fist and covered it at the edge of his mouth, and his eyebrows were frowning and beating slightly. "No...... It's really divided into four parts...... Ahem, bring it out, right?"

"Guessed right!" Guan Qi closed his eyes as if enjoying himself. "I sewed it back for him. ”

"Vomit ......" small shell.

"Uh...... cough," the corner of Canghai's lips twitched, and he reluctantly said, "The needle is good." ”

"Thank you. "Guan Qi's sparse yellow beard has risen to the sky.

Canghai grinned, his face suddenly narrowed, and he said solemnly: "Only one head?"

"Yes. Guan Qi opened his eyes.

"Because of the location, the corpse can't be sent out, and even the head can't be taken out all at once?"

"Yes. ”

Canghai's gaze was solemn. "Mr. Guan, where was the body found?"

Guan Qi's fatigue was even worse, and his eyes were brighter. ,

"Heaven on earth. ”

"What?!" cried out in surprise, "the place that all men and women in the world dream of?"

"Oh?" Guan Qi finally glanced at him, "You've heard of it too?"

Inevitably, the little shell ignored him.

Canghai's eyes widened for a moment, and then he lowered his gaze. Still, the corners of the lips seem to be slightly raised in a beautiful and elegant arc. Eyes are shining.

"It's as if we've been put on a sidelines. ”

The southeast foot of Funiu Mountain.

It was autumn and winter, everything withered, after the grass decayed and the wood withered, there was now half of the natural stone wall. In front of the stone wall, rattans, weeds, thorns, and shrubs, all obstructions have been removed. The stone wall is rough, the bottom of the left wall is close to the mountain stone, there is a flat triangular depression, if the trees are dense, it is hidden deep and difficult to excavate, and the grass withers in winter, if you don't know it, it is difficult to see, it can be said to be extremely secret.

The depression is half a minute deep, the size of the milk swallow's wings, and the ancient pattern in the inner pattern is clear, like some kind of totem mark, and it seems to be a lock slot that can be inlaid with a key.

The stone wall was so thick that it took ten stonemasons half a day to open a crack where the wall bordered the ground. When the stonemasons retreated, soldiers followed, burying gunpowder in the cracks in the stone wall, and pulling the fuse five miles away.

The population within a radius of ten miles had already been relocated, and a small army was stationed in the middle of nine miles, led by a general. When everyone returned to the rear, the general gave the order, and everyone lay on their stomachs, and a soldier lit the fuse. A moment later, I heard a loud "boom" sound that shook the mountains, deafening, the earth shook, stone chips splashed, and the dust shot out, moving people's hearts. The sound of the explosion sounded like tea, and gradually subsided.

Lifting the head buried deep in his arm, the sand on the top of his hat fell a little, and the general spat and waved his hand. The soldier sneaked into the dusty stone wall and found that ten pounds of gunpowder had only opened the crack in the stone wall a little bigger.

So the stonemasons stepped forward again to dig and chise, and the soldiers followed and buried more gunpowder, pulled the fuse, and ignited the blasting, and so on dozens of times, before a large hole was blown into the stone wall about two feet thick.

The dust cleared, and the soldiers lined up outside the wall, and the general strode into the stone wall with torches waving the dust in front of him. Inside the stone wall was a jaw-dropping emptiness.