The Underworld Detective

I was stunned for a moment and asked, “How can you say that? ”

Song Heting told me that because the Song family has had many destinies since southern Song, an ancestor familiar with Easy Reason came up with such a way to divide the Song family into two, the ethnic spectrum is exactly the same, and the two communities are shadow each other.

It is relevant to do so, as in the case of the double dragon array in the military law, that the two communities can help each other, even if the scourge of extinction occurs, it will not harm the entire community. During the Ming Dynasty, Song Tiefang, a servant of the Ministry of Penitentiary Affairs, was framed by a traitor. He was victimized by the Nine Kingdoms. Almost all of Wensong was destroyed. Later, with the help of Wusong's covert help, he gradually reappeared in the eastern mountains...

Another interesting thing is that the two communities always stand in opposite positions in times of historical change in order to preserve incense fire! For example, during the war of liberation, the then chief of the Wensong ethnic group was a chief of staff within the PLA, while Wusong joined the National Party, and later, with the help of Wensong, the uprising in Changsha was successfully carried out.

Song Heting sighed: “The so-called strong is easy to fold, the just is easy to break. Our Song family members have been born in generations. It is inevitable that the trees will be windy. This method was only conceived by our ancestors for the sake of complete destiny in the world. So you have to deal with the Jiangbei knife, the three chiefs have ordered me to stop you, not for anything else, just for the big picture, for the whole family! ”

I said: "Auntie, I didn't mean to go alone, that organization can no longer be defenceless...”

Song Heting reached out one hand: “If you don't talk about this first, it's important to solve the case now! ”

Song Heting continued to look at the ancestral tree, and suddenly she shouted: “Let's go see the mountain. ”

The four of us came to the mountain. The ashes burned by Granny Yan remained in front of the tomb last night. Song Heting looked around and said: “This tomb belongs to my brother. ”

I was surprised, "When did your brother die? ”

Song Heting replied: "Eight years ago the enemy killed him, it can't be him! ”

I pondered for a while and suddenly realized that the bone canister had been replaced, that is, nobody knew who the deceased was except Granny Yan.

I decided to go to her. Song Heting told me: “Be nice to talk to her. Granny Yan is a foreign name, but after all, she is a village goddess. Her status is quite high. Don't scare her with the eyes of your Pluto. ”

I promised to come to Granny Yan's house with Song Jie and Song Xingsheng. How many knocks did a middle-aged woman open the door and ask who we were looking for? I made up an excuse to see Granny Yan, and a middle-aged woman told me to come in.

Song Jie whispered to me: “This woman is also a widow. She is now focused on serving Granny Yan. Everyone says she may be the next generation of goddesses. ”

And I laughed, "Can you still see that? Could it be you? ”

Song Jie scolded: “Fuck off, you curse me. You must be a widow to be a goddess. This has been the case since the first generation of goddesses in the Southern Song Dynasty. It has never changed. ”

I whispered my apologies.

After a while, middle-aged women invited us in. The lights were dark, sandalwood lit, mysterious things hung on the walls, amulets, spices and paper people, and Granny Yan sat on a seat holding a string of beads and lit a column of incense in front of her.

I was about to say, Granny Yan suddenly reached out her hand like a chicken claw, grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard on it, I almost screamed, turns out she was touching my hand bone.

Grandma Yan closed her eyes and said: “The dragon tiger in the palm of her hand is a one-of-a-kind lucky face, but the fire is too high, and there must be a three-knife disaster in her life. The Ji people have their own face. It's good. The crane pavilion has added a good son-in-law! ”

I was embarrassed to explain: “Granny Yan, you misunderstood, I am also a Song family, Song Heting is my aunt. ”

Granny Yan opened her eyes and looked at me. “What can I do for old age? ”

I stopped talking and looked at the woman standing behind me. Granny Yan waved: “Cuihuan, go out first. ”

I just said, "There was a man in the village who died five years ago. ”

“What year in the village is undead?” Granny Yan answered with no expression.

“I'm talking about a murder, the man's body is hidden in a god tree in the village, you don't know that, do you?” I began to follow suit.

Granny Yan was noble and probably never offended her, so her psychological qualities were worse than ordinary criminals. When she heard this, she immediately got nervous and laughed calmly. “In the afterlife, I was too old to understand what you were saying. ”

I won't let the tunnel go: “Granny Yan, you live in this village, you don't know what the Song family is capable of. Where were you last night? If I'm right, your shoes are covered in mountain graves, why don't I examine them in person? ”

Granny Yan slowly dialed the pearl: “Everyone is dead, why do you have to turn over the old account? How many more lives are there for nothing? ”

I sneered: "According to you, the police should stop working. Anyway, people can't be brought back to life, and it doesn't make sense to catch the murderer. ”

“In the afterlife, if you keep your mouth shut, I'll invite you out!” Granny Yan scolded.

I arched my hand: “Granny Yan, with all due respect, I know you're noble, but I'm investigating this case now, whoever you are, only has one identity in front of me - a criminal suspect! ”

Granny Yan bowed her head and said, “Did you kill people? ”

“I've been a vegetarian all my life. Don't say I'm human. I've never even killed a chicken. ”

This statement is not a lie. It seems that Granny Yan is an informed person, not a murderer.

In order to knock on Mountain Zhenhu, I told him what I had found and what I had found: "But you were helping the murderer hide the truth, you were hiding one or two of them while you were washing people's bones, and you saved a corpse in empty space, making that corpse in the banyan tree an orphan. Isn't offending the deceased disrespectful in your capacity, why are you doing this, there are two possibilities: first, the killer is close to you, and secondly, you are a stakeholder! ”

Granny Yan's fingers revealed a slight panic. Song Jie's eyes widened. She was probably afraid that I would piss Granny Yan off. My tone was quite aggressive.

But the more noble this person is, the more he wants to overwhelm her in the air, which is my experience in dealing with cases.

“The newborn!” Granny Yan suddenly lifted her eyelids, stretched out a thin finger, dialed the green cigarette rising in the incense oven, wrote a few words in the air, had to forgive people and forgive people.

“Ah." Song Jie shouted, pulling me down and whispering: “Song Yang cousin, let's go! Grandma Yan, excuse me. ”

Faced with her miracle, I didn't have a single ripple in my heart, but smiled coldly: "I'll give you a few words too! ”

I pulled a little bottle out of her seat cushion, dipped it in with my fingers, and wrote in the cigarette, and I wrote —— there's a god in my head three feet up! Those words stayed in the air for a few seconds before spreading slowly.

“Enough!” Granny Yan got angry and yelled, “Get out of here and learn the math before you come to see me. ”

The widow came in and gave us an eviction order, and I said in a shady tone: "Granny Yan, do you believe in ghosts? He's in this room right now. ”

Say it, I sacrificed the eyes of the Pluto. Instead of looking at her, I went to stare at a row of candles behind her. The candle fire went out...