I was reading an ancient book written in the Pre-Qin Dynasty, and I said without raising my head: "What happened? Could it be that someone was fighting again, and this time someone was beaten to death?"
The citizens of Xiangsha are relatively tough, and fights are common. Just two days ago, there was an armed fight on Cultural Relics Street because someone was selling fake antiques. Several people were injured and were hospitalized, so in From my point of view, a murder is expected.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Niu said: "No... it was not a fight, it was... a murder! He died last night."
"Murder?" I was slightly startled and raised my head: "Could it be to rob some valuable cultural relics?"
"I don't know yet. The police are investigating and no one is allowed to come close to the scene. The person who died was Boss Han from Moyu Pavilion. I also know him. He is not a good person at ordinary times..."
When I heard "Mo Yu Pavilion", I couldn't help but think. Before Fatty Niu could finish what he said, I stood up from my chair and said, "Wait a minute, who are you talking about?"
Fatty Niu was startled by me. He looked at me and said in a daze: "Mo... Boss Han from Mo Yu Pavilion, what... what happened?"
"Nothing! I'll go over and take a look! Help me tidy up this place." I didn't bother to explain to Fatty Niu, and immediately put the ancient book in my hand on the desk, got up, went downstairs, and went straight to the antique street.
The boss of Moyu Pavilion is named Han Ti. His expressionless look left a deep impression in my mind. He is Lin Guangyuan’s apprentice. If I wanted to contact Lin Guangyuan before, there were only two ways. One One was to send a message to Ghost Eye Chen through the shadow, and the other was to go to Moyu Pavilion. Now Han Ti was actually murdered, which is really surprising.
I walked quickly, and within a few minutes, I arrived at the door of Moyu Pavilion. However, at this time, a cordon had been set up around Moyu Pavilion, and many police officers were standing nearby to prevent others from approaching.
The door of Moyu Pavilion's shop was closed, and only a small door was open. I stretched my neck and looked inside the small door, but because the light outside was relatively strong, and there were no lights inside, it looked very dim. , saw nothing.
The two middle-aged men who were running street vendors standing next to me were discussing the murder that took place in Moyu Pavilion last night. It sounded like they knew something about the inside story. I quickly turned around and asked, "Brothers, what happened in Moyu Pavilion?" What happened?"
A short and fat man sighed and said, "Oh! Boss Han of Moyu Pavilion was killed last night. What kind of world is this!"
Another tall and lanky man took over the words of the short and fat man and said: "Boss Han is also destined to die. Usually, his shop assistant, Er Lunzi, guards the shop at night. Last night, Boss Han told Er Lunzi that he wanted to take inventory of the store at night. There were no goods in the store, so I asked Er Lunzi to go home and sleep. Who knew that when Er Lunzi came this morning, he found that the store had not opened yet. He opened the door and walked into the shop, and saw the body of Boss Han at a glance. "
"Then do you know how he died?" I asked hurriedly.
"Needless to say, he must have been beaten to death! The shop was in a mess, and there were obvious signs of a fight," said the short, fat man.
The tall and lanky man said: "I think Boss Han was born tall and thick. I heard he practiced Kung Fu before. Why was he beaten to death?"
The short, fat man looked around and lowered his voice and said, "I heard that it was someone from the Nine-Headed Insect who did it."
When I heard the word "Nine-Headed Worm", I couldn't help but be slightly startled. The Nine-Headed Worm is a transnational cultural relic smuggling organization. The sources of their cultural relics are obtained through tomb robbing, robbery and other illegal means. They are notorious in the antique world.
In my impression, the Nine-Headed Insect has a very close relationship with the Black Evil Ghost Cult. Wen Qingshan even believed that the Nine-Headed Insect is actually the Black Evil Ghost Cult, which is just another name for the outside world to deceive others.
If it was really done by the Nine-Headed Insect, then this matter might not be as simple as seeking money and killing people, because Lin Guangyuan said that Han Ti was originally a member of a cult, and later with the help of Lin Guangyuan, he broke away from the cult and became anonymous.
Hiding here. But now the cult has come to seek revenge. Could it be that he is seeking revenge? But Lin Guangyuan is the holy envoy of the cult. If someone in the cult wants to seek revenge from Han Ti, he cannot be clueless. What is going on?
I was just wondering when I suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of the small open door of Moyu Pavilion. It was Li Shaobing!
I hurriedly walked towards him and said hello to him: "Officer Li!"
Li Shaobing turned to look at me. He was stunned for a while, and then recognized me: "Are you Mo Shiyu? Long time no see!"
It had indeed been several years since I had interacted with him. After being polite to him, I took the opportunity to ask, "Officer Li, what happened inside?"
Li Shaobing said: "Someone was killed last night."
"Was it Han Ti, the owner of this shop, who was killed?"
Li Shaobing was slightly startled: "Do you know him?"
I nodded and took the opportunity to say, "Officer Li, can you let me go in and take a look?"
Li Shaobing immediately waved his hand and said: "This is not possible! This is the scene of the crime. The judicial police are currently collecting evidence. No one is allowed to get close to prevent the scene from being vandalized."
Li Shaobing had said this, so I had to give up the idea of going in to check the scene. I asked him again: "So, have you found out the cause of his death?"
"At present, it seems that he was beaten to death." After saying this, Li Shaobing suddenly seemed to think of something. He turned to look at me and said, "By the way, when it comes to the cause of his death, you must be familiar with it.
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I was slightly startled: "What do you mean?"
Li Shaobing looked around and saw no one around him, so he lowered his voice and said, "There is a black and red palm print on his chest."
"What! He was beaten to death by the Heart-Destroying Palm!?" I couldn't help but be shocked.
The Heart-Destroying Palm is Lin Guangyuan's unique skill. Of course, there must be other people in the cult who know this trick. Wen Qingshan was once ambushed by someone from the cult and fell into the Heart-Destroying Palm.
Han Ti is Lin Guangyuan’s apprentice, so it is unlikely that Lin Guangyuan did it. So who killed Han Ti?
I was full of doubts, but since I was not allowed to enter the store to check and couldn't learn more information, I felt it was necessary to ask Lin Guangyuan for clarification. But the problem is that Han Ti is dead now, and before going to Tibet, I
He sent Shadow to Guiyan Chen's place again, but he hasn't come back yet. How should he contact Lin Guangyuan now?
After thinking about it, I thought I could go to the abandoned ancient tomb that Lin Guangyuan took me to. Although Lin Guangyuan said before that he would not let me go there to find him, now it is a special situation and I have to go there.
There's no telling where he will be.
The ancient tomb is located in a mountain forest about 70 kilometers south of Xiangsha City. If you want to go there, you have to drive there, because the car is parked in front of the store, so I immediately ran to the store.
Jianjian was in the store looking after the store at the moment. I asked him to get the car keys. I didn’t say specifically where I was going. I just said I was going for a walk and drove towards the southern suburbs of the city.
Relying on vague impressions, an hour and a half later, I finally came to the forest where the ancient tomb was located. The forest was lush with vegetation, and an endless trail extended straight into the depths of the forest. Just follow this trail.
Go inside and you will find the ancient tomb.
Since the car couldn't drive into the mountains, I had to park the car on the side of the road, get out of the car, and walk deep into the forest along the muddy path.
It was very quiet in the forest, and I didn't even hear the chirping of birds or insects. This made me feel a little puzzled. Although it was already autumn and the weather was getting colder, it was not winter yet after all. How could it happen in this mountain forest with lush vegetation?
There isn't even a bird.
As I walked deeper into the forest, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. I seemed to be able to hear my own heartbeat. This was really unusual. According to Feng Shui, this is called the absence of any vitality. Often,
This situation will only occur in an environment with extremely heavy Yin energy, or something very evil has passed through this area.
I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. In order to embolden myself, I drank at the top of my lungs a few times. The sound echoed in the forest and persisted for a long time.
I walked forward, and after almost half an hour, I finally saw the dilapidated wooden house. The wooden house was actually just a bunker, uninhabited, and there was a secret passage inside the house that led directly to the ancient tomb.
I walked quickly to the wooden house, took a deep breath, raised my legs and was about to step into the house, when suddenly a cry of "wow" came from above my head. This sound was all too familiar, it was a shadow!
I quickly raised my head and looked into the sky. It was really a dark shadow. It was hovering above my head, but for some reason, it seemed to be flying with difficulty, giving people a shaky feeling.
I was just feeling puzzled when the shadow suddenly fluttered a few times and fell from the air, falling into a nest of grass not far from me.
I couldn't help but feel nervous, it seemed that Shadow was injured! I hurriedly walked forward and took Shadow out of the grass. When I touched its abdomen with my hand, I felt wet, so I put my hand on it.
When I took it out, I saw that the palm of my hand was covered with blood.
Shadow was really injured, and judging from the situation, he was probably seriously injured.
I turned Shadow's body over and took a closer look. I found a nearly half-inch-long wound on its abdomen. Bright red blood was still flowing out of the wound. If it continued like this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be needed.
Within half an hour, Shadow died of excessive blood loss.
The satchel I carry contains glutinous rice flour for stopping bleeding. Although I don’t know if it is effective for birds, but at the moment I only have a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so I will give it a try.
I quickly took out the glutinous rice flour from my bag, grabbed a handful, and applied it to the wound on Shadow's abdomen.