At the station, the police comrades asked me a lot about my itinerary from yesterday to today.
Of course I didn't tell the police about the second burial. I only told the police that Uncle Li, who raised me, died. I was so sad last night that I spent the night with Uncle Li at his grave.
This reason may sound a bit ridiculous, but compared to the second burial of Dou Feizheng, it is already considered very good.
I thought that the investigation into this matter would not yield results so quickly, but maybe I was lucky.
There is surveillance in the canteen at the entrance of the village, and it happened to capture me going up the mountain yesterday and going down the mountain this morning.
Because the mountain road does not connect to Wang Hu's house, unless I can fly, it is impossible to go up the mountain that night. After making a long circle, I go to Wang Hu's house to kill him, hang him up and skin him, and then make another big circle and come back from the mountain.
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The suspicion was cleared and I was released that afternoon.
Zhixi arrived at the police station a long time ago and was sitting at the door waiting for me.
When she saw me coming out, she stepped forward with a concerned look on her face and asked me how the matter was resolved.
I shrugged, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, let's go."
Of course, the purpose of what I said was just to reassure Zhixi.
In fact, at that time, I already had a rough inference in my mind.
Wang Hu's death should have been caused by his uncle. If it were anyone else, although some would hate Wang Hu and wish he died, there is absolutely no one who has such a superb skinning technique!
I witnessed Wang Hu's body at close range. Even though I have studied with Uncle Li for so many years, if you ask me if it is possible, I can only shake my head.
Uncle Master and Uncle Li come from the same sect, so I don't know whether he can do it, but other than him, I really can't think of anyone else who can peel off a human skin so completely.
I kept this matter in my heart for the time being, thinking that I would ask my uncle in person when I meet him next time.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we left the police station, and we could no longer catch the train we were optimistic about.
The next train was at seven o'clock in the evening. After asking Zhixi for her opinion, I bought two tickets and took the bus with her to the train station in the provincial capital.
It was still some time before seven o'clock. Seeing that Zhixi was in a low mood, I wanted to make her happy, so I took her to a nearby commodity market for a walk.
The dazzling array of small commodities quickly attracted Zhixi's attention. While she was frantically sweeping away, I was bored and wandered around, walking, and came to a stall.
There were many people gathered in front of the stall, and it was far more lively than the stalls in the market. I was curious, so I went closer to take a look.
After getting closer, I found that this was a pinball booth, the kind that had several slots dug into a sloping wooden board. The slots ranged from five to one hundred, and were marked with different amounts.
There is a spring on the far right side of the board, and there is a ball on the spring. It costs 20 yuan to play a game. If the ball bounces into the slot, the stall owner will pay the corresponding money.
This is a common money-grabbing game on the street. Generally, the stall owner will let you try it twice first, and you can easily bounce the ball into the 510 slot.
But when you actually pay the money, the stall owner will secretly press the mechanism to make your ball fall vertically, for up to five yuan, which is a guaranteed profit.
When I walked over to take a look, a young man happened to pay twenty yuan to the stall owner.
Then, he pulled the handle and the ball popped out and easily fell into the hundred slot.
The crowd cheered again, and the stall owner's face turned green, and he raised his hand to drive him away.
"Stop playing and leave quickly. You are not welcome here."
The young man smiled: "Boss, it's not like I didn't pay the money, why don't you let me play?"
"You have beaten me five times, every time for 100 yuan. You must have cheated. I won't let you play anymore. I'll give you this 100 yuan, and hurry up!"
The stall owner gave the young man a hundred dollars and pushed him away with great disgust.
The young man took the money with a smile, turned around and left. After he left, someone in the crowd immediately paid to play, but when they were playing, the ball disobeyed again and jumped into the five-dollar slot.
There is an elder brother in black clothes and black trousers, with dragons and tigers tattooed on his arms. He looks like a member of society.
The eldest brother took out a hundred yuan and bounced five balls in a row, five yuan each time. He was so angry that he grabbed the stall owner by his collar and cursed.
"You're kidding me, right? It's five yuan every time? Tell me! Is that boy who you forced me to raise just now the one you're looking for?"
The stall owner was frightened and kept trying to explain, but he didn't listen to anything he said and started to overthrow the stall.
The incident got serious and attracted security guards from the small market. I didn't find it boring, so I found Zhixi and left with her.
Originally, this was just a dispensable episode, and I didn't care at all. I just thought that the young man was the one who was asked by the stall owner. But as soon as I walked out of the small commodity market with Zhixi, I bumped into the young man again.
He was carrying a backpack and was squatting by the roadside smoking.
Therefore, I looked at him a few more times before.
As a result, when I took a look, I noticed something was wrong.
Anyone who has smoked cigarettes knows that the sparks on the cigarette butt will be particularly bright only when you are doing the action of smoking.
But the young man smoked. No matter whether he was smoking or not, the sparks were always bright.
It feels like there is an invisible mouth that is smoking non-stop.
It happened to be lunch time, so I randomly chose a fly restaurant and sat on the roadside to eat while observing this young man.
He smoked seven or eight cigarettes in a row, and each cigarette burned very quickly. After smoking, he threw away the cigarette case, and the young man turned around and entered the train station.
"Who have you been looking at?" Zhixi noticed my strangeness and asked.
I raised my chin, pointed at the man and said, "That guy is a ghost breeder."
"Ah?" Zhixi looked surprised and looked back at the young man who was walking towards the train station.
"How did you know?" Zhixi asked.
When I told her what I just saw, Zhixi nervously covered her mouth.
"He asked a kid to help him defraud other stall owners out of their money?"
"If it's not a lie, then isn't the stall owner also a liar?"
"Liar cheats liar, this is called the light of righteousness!"
After we had eaten, drank, and paid, we entered the train station together.
Maybe it was fate, but I met that young man again in the waiting hall.
He was sitting in the row in front of me, with his backpack open and placed beside him.
Maybe he felt that there were no peers nearby, and this young man was quite unscrupulous.
He directly let the kid out, holding a pinch of incense ash in his hand, feeding the kid slowly as he fed it to a puppy.