Little bits of red sauce fell on the white clothes. When Xie Pingsheng arrived at the mass grave, everyone was shocked.
"Were you attacked on the road?" Jian Yu frowned and asked, "Are you injured?"
"No, no." Xie Pingsheng patted his clothes hard, but the sticky sauce could not be patted off after it dried. There was no clothes for him to change in this wilderness.
Bai Yue only glanced at it: "That's not blood, that's Jiang... Don't slap it away, come and take a look at this..."
Xie Pingsheng was terribly uncomfortable along the way. Although no one was actually paying attention to him, but he cared about it, he always felt that people passing by were looking at him and pointing at strange things, which made him even more uncomfortable.
It wasn't until I arrived at the mass grave that I felt less uncomfortable.
Because except for Liang Meng, who had just changed his clothes, everyone else was in a shabby state. Bai Yue and Jian Yu were in better condition, and everyone else who had been digging their graves all afternoon looked like they were dug out of a mud pit.
After blending into the general environment, Xie Pingsheng no longer felt uncomfortable in an instant. He didn't care that the white clothes he wore seemed to have been picked up from a murder scene. He walked towards Bai Yue and walked out with the elegant demeanor of a polite scholar.
"How can I help?"
Bai Yue simply said what happened today: "You have researched this area, do you know if there is any explanation for this?"
"Another tomb?" Xie Pingsheng also felt very strange: "According to what you said, a lot of jewelry was also buried with him. Is this Tan Mintian too worried about having too much money?"
"No matter how much money you have, you won't burn it in a place like this." Bai Yue said: "You are not very good at this. I see in the books in your room, there are a lot of stories about ghosts and ghosts..."
When Xie Pingsheng heard Bai Yue say that he was good at this, he was about to refuse, but when he heard Bai Yue talk about the books in his room, he was speechless. He was indeed interested for a while and searched for many ghosts.
Strange books are piled under the bed.
"Let's see..." Xie Pingsheng picked up the tattered red clothes resignedly: "Generally speaking, red clothes are very taboo in cemeteries. According to folklore, people who die wearing red clothes often die after death.
He will become a fierce ghost."
Liang Meng interrupted: "I also know this statement, but why?"
Xie Pingsheng said: "The so-called metal, wood, water, fire and earth, among the five elements of red, is the fire with the strongest yang energy, and what ghosts are most afraid of is yang energy. So if a person wears red clothes when he dies, he will not be afraid of yang energy after he becomes a ghost.
Be fearless and become a real ghost."
Everyone said they were educated.
Bai Yue suddenly said: "That's wrong."
"If anything is wrong, I will tell you directly according to the book."
"You are saying that if someone dies wearing red clothes, he will turn into a ghost. But what about people?" Bai Yue spread his hands: "The current situation is that there are only red clothes and no corpses... What's the point?"
"..." Xie Pingsheng was also stunned by the question. After a pause, he suddenly turned his clothes over.
This was a dress that was not old, it was red in color, and it was embroidered with a pattern of flowers in bloom using different shades of silk thread. After Xie Pingsheng turned it over, he saw the messy stitches on the back.
After Xie Pingsheng looked at it, he suddenly said: "There is also a coffin made of locust wood, right?"
"right."
Xie Pingsheng said: "I want to go take a look."
There was nothing wrong with this. Jian Yu immediately asked people to pack his things and took Xie Pingsheng there.
The pity the locust wood coffin was dug out and buried last night, and it was dug up again today... Fortunately, everyone now knows that the coffin is empty, so there is no psychological pressure when digging it up.
Xie Pingsheng stood in front of the coffin. After confirming it again and again, he sighed: "This coffin is made entirely of locust wood. This is definitely not an ordinary craftsmanship. This coffin is not cheap, and it is time-consuming... Although I have never made a coffin."
, but I am quite familiar with the owner of a coffin shop."
Xie Pingsheng had friends all over the world, and Jian Yu had a lot of friends in the capital, but he really didn't know anyone who made coffins.
Xie Pingsheng said: "Even if the materials are complete, it will take five or six days to make an ordinary coffin. And it is definitely not as solid as this one. This coffin is made of locust wood that is not usually used, and it also has patterns carved on it.
Even if you can afford such a coffin, I don’t think you can get it out even if you don’t have a few months.”
"This is even more strange. How could Tan Mintian predict one month in advance whether his fourth concubine would cheat?" Bai Yue looked at Jian Yu: "Can't we really arrest Tan Mintian and torture him? Isn't your Dali Temple the best?
Are you good at this?"
Jian Yu said seriously: "Yue'er, do you have any prejudice against our Dali Temple? Do you think that when we solve the case, we just arrest the suspect and torture him?"
It was somewhat true. Bai Yue saw that Jian Yu was not willing to admit it, so he laughed.
Xie Pingsheng was too lazy to pay attention to the bickering between the two, and kept touching here and there on the coffin, as if he was looking for something.
"I have been in the coffin shop for half a month and have seen various styles, but none of them are this thick." Xie Pingan said: "This coffin is so thick, I always feel that there is something wrong..."
While he was talking, he pulled out a wooden board from the coffin with a popping sound.
Xie Pingsheng was a little confused while holding the wooden board, and everyone looked over.
This locust wood coffin actually had a mezzanine, and five or six things were taken out of a dark compartment.
Things are lined up, but they are not gold and silver jewelry, but ordinary objects.
A small mirror, a sachet, a hand warmer, a cup... they are all old.
"What are these things?" Liang Meng picked up the mirror and looked at it: "Is it a demon mirror?"
"They should all be Liu Jieling's old things." Xie Pingsheng said: "I once read a magic trick in a book, which is to place the old things of a corpse in five directions, and gather the ghosts and resentments from the five directions, and then
The corpse will become a fierce ghost, and the ghost will be very powerful because of the continuous replenishment of ghost energy from the five directions. However, because it is suppressed by the five directions, it cannot get up from the corpse and will be trapped in it forever."
Everyone was puzzled: "If you just trap a person in it, what's the point? Is it to make her suffer for the rest of her life?"
"No, if you just want to suppress a person's soul, you don't have to create momentum for her to absorb the power of other ghosts." Xie Pingsheng said: "People who set up this kind of formation usually need to make another magic formation, and that magic formation needs to last.
of tremendous energy,"
"I understand." Bai Yue's summary is always so simple and clear: "Liu Jieling is probably a perpetual-motion artificial transfer station that constantly absorbs information from all directions and then concentrates on output."