A waning moon rises in the night sky, casting a hazy silver gauze. The mottled tree shadows fall on the path in random directions, weaving a terrifying ghost image. The surroundings are eerily quiet, with a few owls wailing in the distance.
Being so close makes people even more frightened.
"Jianghu, what are you kidding about? Why are you lighting a lantern with such a bright moon? It's out! The candle you just bought has been finished for me again!" the fat man in front roared fiercely.
"Oh, I got it, Master." I quickly blew out the lantern in my left hand, put the shovel in my right hand on my shoulder, and ran a few steps to catch up with the fat man: "Master, we...are we really going?"
"What? You've come this far, and you still want to go back?" The fat man turned around, staring at the dim moonlight again, looking like a ghost.
I quickly lowered my head and said no more. Ten years of experience told me that if I dared to say one more word, a slap would come over and hit me hard on the right side of my face, which would swell for two or three days.
He is my master, known as "Fat Man", and almost everyone calls him that. Of course, I only dare to call him that behind my back, or in my heart, but in person... Haha, why does my right cheek still hurt when I think about it?
The fat man looks a little round now, but he is actually not too fat. I heard he got the nickname when he was young. Later, his wife died in childbirth. He was so grief-stricken that he didn't even think about food and drink. In addition, he had to
He took care of his children, so he lost fifty pounds in less than a year, and has not gained weight since then, but his nickname stuck, so that everyone forgot his real name.
His name? Haha, I'm ashamed to say it. I really couldn't think of it at the moment. I only knew that his surname was Wang, because his daughter was called Wang Jiajia. They should have the same surname as father and daughter.
Fatty Wang must be forty-nine years old, because my mother told me this morning that she asked me to buy a jar of wine for him tomorrow, and then buy fifty longevity peaches.
The custom in our place is: Birthday celebrations are made to the full tenth birthday. If a man is too close and a woman is too full, that is to say, if a man says he is fifty years old, in fact he is only forty-nine, and if he is a woman, then she is the real one.
It’s eight and fifty years old.
But to be honest, Fatty Wang looks a little worried. He has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks energetic, but his skin is dark and he has a full beard. He is sixty years old.
Yes, no one doubts it.
It is said that he was a ruthless character when he was young. He hunted with his father since he was a child, and later killed a wild boar with his bare hands. However, he was also seriously injured, and his life was saved thanks to the intervention of a miracle doctor.
After he recovered, he stopped hunting and went to work as a clerk at the miracle doctor's hospital. He was talented and smart, and he had practiced many medical skills, and many minor problems could be solved. He originally expected to become a doctor who could save lives and heal the wounded, but
The miracle doctor had many rules for accepting disciples, and Fatty Wang couldn't get into his eyes at all.
In a fit of rage, Fatty Wang decided not to treat living people and take medicines, but to serve the dead, which would be more comfortable. So he learned how to perform autopsies like others, and dead people appeared all day long.
However, when outsiders say that he is ruthless, it is not because he is a traitor, but because of the knife he gave his wife. When it comes to "killing the chicken to obtain the eggs", it is often done, but if you say "killing the wife to obtain the children", I am afraid that
Fatty Wang is the only one who has done it.
It is said that when Fatty Wang's wife had a difficult childbirth, she tried several stable women to no avail, and even got pregnant. Not long after, his wife died. Fatty Wang lay on his wife's body and wailed, but he felt that she
The child in her belly seemed to be still moving, so I took a kitchen knife and cut open her belly, and took the child out. It turned out that it was still alive.
"arrive."
Fatty Wang stopped suddenly, causing me to almost bump into him.
I looked at the newly built mound and couldn't help but take two steps back: "Master...Master, isn't this...not good?"
"What's wrong? It's such a hot day, if you don't hurry up, it's all rotten. Quick, dig!"
I placed the lantern on the branch, clasped my hands and made three salutes towards the mound of soil, then picked up the shovel on the ground and turned over the soil.
"Slow down, don't break it!" Fatty Wang reminded.
"Yes, Master." I responded quickly, turned over the soil on top, and the coffin that was flat on the ground was exposed. I swallowed, took a step back, and felt a chill on my back.
Fatty Wang spat out the mint leaves in his mouth, came up and slapped the coffin with his palm: "That boy Long Yuhan is quite generous. With such a meticulous work, he actually got a coffin for him!"
"Elaborate work?" I pointed at the coffin, grinning from ear to ear in shock.
Fatty Wang looked up at the moon, stroked his beard and said, "A few hours ago, a big event happened in our Xiangzhou City. I'm afraid you don't know about it yet?"
You're lying again! You're nearly fifty years old, and you're a small coward. Besides bragging in front of me, who would treat you like a green onion?
Haha, big things? Since I can remember, there have been a lot of big things in Xiangzhou City, especially since two months ago, the sage assigned an imperial envoy to Xiangzhou City. Big things always happen every day. But what Fatty Wang is talking about at this moment is something else.
Which one is it? Probably related to the dead person in the coffin, right?
Seeing my silence, Fatty Wang knocked on the coffin lid again: "Do you know who is inside?"
I was stunned: "Didn't Master say that? Is it a secret work? Is it a Tibetan spy who was discovered by the imperial envoy and is hiding in our city?"
Fatty Wang glared again: "Open the coffin and check it yourself."
"Oh, yes, Master." I pried off the nails with a shovel, opened the coffin, covered my mouth and nose with my sleeves, and looked inside.
"Light the lantern! Can you see clearly that it's a blinding light?" Fatty Wang said as he kicked my butt. I staggered and almost fell into the coffin.
"Yes, Master." I touched my butt, glanced at the dim moon in the sky, lit the lantern and placed it on the coffin, and the surrounding area suddenly lit up.
"The deceased was a male, he looked very young, about twenty-five years old, and his complexion was dark. The preliminary cause of death should be poisoning."
I said and took off his clothes: "The wound is on the left side of the abdomen."
"What's the injury?"
I was stunned. When I went out, Fatty Wang only asked me to bring a shovel to dig a grave, but he didn't ask for an autopsy? He didn't have any tools with him.
But my ten years of experience with him told me that I had to use local materials. So I broke off a branch to explore the wound, and then raised the lantern closer to take a look: "It was injured by a sharp weapon, and the wound was in the middle."
Deep and shallow around, it should be a fusiform sharp weapon, like a dart? The wound is bloody and black, it may be poisonous."
"Well, it was indeed injured by the poison dart."
I smelled the poisonous blood from the wound: "This kind of poison is relatively rare. I think I saw it when I accompanied Master for an autopsy a few years ago. It's called...oh, by the way, a little red in the snow. Back then..."
I was stunned. Fatty Wang didn’t have many friends. There were many government officials in the governor’s office. He only had some friendship with two of them, and they ate and drank together every once in a while. One of them was really fat, and his surname happened to be Zhen. Everyone called him “really fat.”
"; There is also a person named Meng, who is extremely thin and is nicknamed "Skinny Meng".
On the fifteenth day of the winter lunar month of the year before last, spies infiltrated Xiangzhou City. "Real Fatty" and "Skinny Meng" discovered something strange and led twenty people to chase them. As a result, seventeen people including "Real Fatty" died in the poison dart.
As a result, "Skinny Meng" also lost a leg, and only two young detectives managed to escape.
Fatty Wang held the coffin and looked at the body inside, his voice trembling a little: "Jianghu, do you... know? This person... is the... murderer who killed my friend back then."
"Master, he is dead. Please forgive me. Judging from the degree of coagulation of the blood and the condition of the body spots, the time of death should have been three hours ago, which was probably around 8:00 last night."
"That's right. Yesterday, the imperial envoy informed us to gather at the same time. We tried several cases and later caught him in public. We wanted to put him in jail and then send him to the capital for interrogation on another day. Unexpectedly, he committed suicide on the spot out of fear of the crime."
Fatty Wang sighed, with a satisfied smile on his face, and continued: "Your kid is not very familiar with the various organs of the human body. If you want to become a gangster, this is not possible. Take this opportunity to cut open his stomach.
Take a good look, if you missed it, where can I find such a good specimen for you in the future?"
"No, Master..."
"If you still call me Master, just do it. Look at it clearly. Draw me a detailed picture tomorrow. Every section of intestines and every blood vessel are clearly drawn for me." Fatty Wang said sternly, throwing down a handful.
The sharp knife has left resolutely.
I am in great awe of this Fatty Wang. Who made him my master? However, I don’t want to be like him and be a despicable man who is looked down upon all my life. I...I am someone who wants to do great things.
My name is Li Jianghu, "Li", but my surname is majestic, right? The word "Jianghu" sounds so heroic. No matter what, if you don't want to be a general, you have to be a hero. No matter how bad you are, you should be like that Long Yuhan.
Want to be a detective? How can I spend my whole life hanging out with dead people? The key is, where do so many dead people come from every day to wait for my autopsy?
But I have to hand in the drawing tomorrow! If I don’t hand it in, I’m afraid I’ll get beaten again. I touched my right cheek and couldn’t help but feel aggrieved for it in advance. Who said that a gentleman speaks but doesn’t use his hands? Who said that beating someone
Not a slap in the face?
Hey, Fatty Wang is not a gentleman, and he is unreasonable. How can he understand this? The key is that he is still left-handed. He habitually uses his left hand when hitting people. Every time, the right side of my face is injured. I feel like I am...
His handsome face was distorted by him.
I sighed twice and tightened the sharp knife in my hand. Although the deceased in the coffin was carefully crafted, why should I use it to dissect and study it since they committed suicide out of fear of crime?
Besides, if Fatty Wang is not there to teach me, how can I clearly distinguish the condition of each blood vessel? Also, why should I draw these? Who kills people and cuts them open before doing anything? Even if he is a doctor, he only listens, hears and inquires.
Who can perform the surgery?
"Woo, woo..."
The owl's cry became even more terrifying. A gust of wind blew, and black shadows spread their teeth and claws, as if they were about to pounce at any time.
I couldn't help but shudder, put the knife in my belt, and bowed to the body again: "I'm sorry, brother, you don't look like a vicious spirit. Everyone is their own master, and it's not easy.
, you can go on sleeping, sorry for disturbing you!"
With that said, I quickly built the coffin, covered it with soil, took the lantern and shovel and left the mass grave. This chapter has been completed!
