It was not until dusk that Song Yang finally stood up.
In front of him, there were piles of corpses that had been pieced together. There were twelve victims in total.
After the pieces were pieced together, one could vaguely see the tattoos on the backs of the corpses. The patterns were ancient and hideous, which were the marks of Shanxi barbarians. Everyone had calluses on the index finger of their left hand. The corpse exorcist used this finger to hang the ghost gong. Over time,
Emerge naturally from the cocoon.
It was confirmed that those who died tragically here were all corpse exterminators from Shanxi barbarians. And they were only corpse exorcists. There were no corpses brought by them among the broken corpses. Song Yang looked carefully during the 'jigsaw puzzle',
The skin and flesh of the minced corpses are all 'fresh'. There is a big difference between the newly buried corpses and the old corpses that have been sealed with drugs, and it is not difficult for him to distinguish.
Song Yang folded his arms and stood in front of the corpse, lowering his eyes and meditating... Soon after, he shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and left the bloody place, and returned to the front hall. The little detective huddled in the corner holding a waist knife.
He had been sleeping all afternoon. Song Yang came forward and shook his shoulders. The little catcher woke up with a start. His eyes were blurry and sleepy. He didn't know where he was, so he pitifully said to Song Yang: "I'm hungry."
Song Yang smiled: "Are you hungry? There are only incense candles here, I'm afraid you won't be used to them."
The little catcher was confused for a moment, muttering 'incense candle?', and then he really came back to his senses, glanced at Song Yang, and pointed inside: "Is it done? I'll go take a look!" Then he jumped up from the ground.
Song Yang nodded: "After seeing it, you can go back first. I..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth. At some point, the drizzle outside turned into a torrential rain. Song Yang had been concentrating on what he was doing before.
As long as I was alive, I didn't notice the change in the sky.
The unexpected heavy rain made Song Yang frown slightly.
The young detective walked around the murder room twice, and when he came back, his eyes were full of admiration: "You are a glib person, but you can't tell that you are very careful in your work, and you actually put together the corpse.
"At this point, he paused slightly, looked at Song Yang carefully, and then continued: "What's even more rare is that there's no blood on your clothes. I can't do that, but I admire you so much."
Song Yang responded with a smile: "You are not ordinary. You can sleep so soundly in this place and still feel hungry. I can't do it. I admire you very much." The little catcher likes to be serious, but he doesn't care about this.
He joked like this and said with a smile: "I was born with this problem. When I feel sleepy, I have to sleep. When I feel hungry... Well, if I don't talk about this, my appetite will be on fire when I talk about it.
Uncomfortable."
During the chat, the young detective found a few incense candles left by the barbarian, lit the fire, ran to Song Yang, stretched out his hand to pull him back to the murder house, pointed to the scene and asked: "I have been busy all day.
Did you find anything?"
Song Yang was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the little catcher stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't rush into talking, let me guess first." As he spoke, the little catcher squatted deeply, held his head with both hands and frowned, making a look.
The look of pain.
Song Yang laughed out loud: "There's no need to be so exaggerated, right?"
The young catcher quickly replied, "You don't understand," and stopped paying attention to him. He began to think hard. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "It's the barbarians fighting among themselves!" After he came to the conclusion, his expression returned to normal.
"Is this the end? There has to be a reason, right?" Song Yang asked back.
"Uh... there are reasons, of course. Listen to me..." The little catcher's eyes flickered, he looked around for a while, and finally thought of something: "It's not enough to kill a person, he also needs to cut his body into thousands of pieces, really cut his body into pieces.
Wan Duan! Even if there is a deep hatred, and the body needs to be divided to vent one's anger, the body parts will not be divided so evenly. The body parts are all about the same size."
The young catcher became more and more energetic as he spoke: "It looks more like a 'ceremony'. Maybe it's a way for the Shanxi barbarians to punish traitors. Besides, only barbarians who drink hair and drink blood can use such cruel methods. We Han people can do it."
This kind of thing won’t happen.”
The death of these corpse hunters was too tragic, far beyond ordinary vendettas and robberies. It is reasonable to regard the scene as a bloody ritual of barbarians. However, the little detective's way of solving the case is completely reversed, and others investigate the case.
, all speculate on the results based on clues; while he just 'fudges' a result directly, and then finds evidence to support it.
After the young detective finished speaking, he looked at Song Yang with a proud look: "Although the case has not been solved yet, you can rest assured. They are fighting among themselves and have nothing to do with us. The barbarians will not cause trouble, let alone cause trouble in Yanziping.
Already."
"I really hope things are what you said." Song Yang smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately... 99% of the murderers are Han Chinese, and Yanziping will be in big trouble this time!"
Not allowing the young detective to refute or ask further questions, Song Yang continued: "First look at the blood stains in the house. From the roof to the walls, blood is splattered everywhere. After a person dies and is then cut into pieces, the blood is definitely not that big.
The power will shoot out onto the roof."
Then, Song Yang pointed to the piles of corpses on the ground: "Look at them carefully, don't you feel awkward?"
The young detective responded: "I was also wondering why you put all the corpses in such a weird look." The twelve piles of corpses were not lying on the ground honestly, they were all with big limbs.
Zhang, his legs are crooked and his shoulders are slanted, and his posture is very weird.
Song Yang shook his head and said: "It's not that I put them together like this, but that they were in this posture at the moment before they died. What they looked like at that time will be what I put them together... Now they are lying down."
, looks extremely awkward, but they may not always be lying down before death."
The young detective was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions for the time being. Instead, he raised his arms and legs, imitating the posture of the corpse in front of him. After a moment, he suddenly realized: "This is a leaping posture!"
Song Yang nodded and pointed to the stone wall directly opposite the door: "Look carefully, what's on that wall?" The little detective carefully avoided the pile of corpses on the floor, walked to the wall, and then
I could barely see clearly, and there were knife marks that were more than a foot long all over the wall. There were no less than hundreds of them if I were to count them carefully.
The knife marks were extremely fine, as thin as cicada wings. The light in the Yin's Inn was dim, and the walls were splattered with blood. The young detective had never noticed the marks on this wall before.
Song Yang stood at the door and did not step forward with the little detective. He stayed in this room for a whole day and understood everything clearly: "The stone ballast is white and they are all new marks...
…The jumping posture before death, the blood splattered when he died, and the knife marks left on the stone wall after his death, it is not difficult to guess the situation at that time."
Song Yang then took a long breath and said his own conclusion: "Thousands of knives were fired at once, and the bodies were divided with random blades!"
Then Song Yang kept speaking, speaking at once: "Twelve corpse-killing craftsmen gathered here and suddenly encountered a powerful enemy. They stood up and pounced on the enemy at the same time, but the opponent fired thousands of sharp blades in one fell swoop... These corpse-busting craftsmen also
When it was thrown in the air, it was like a row of large vats filled with water, which were completely smashed by someone, and this was how such a bloody scene emerged."
"Hundreds of sharp blades instantly cut into pieces the group of corpse exorcists, and before the remaining force was used up, they hit the wall again, leaving these knife marks. However, if you look carefully, all the knife marks are about the same depth... This
It’s weird. Even if there is a very powerful master who can shoot hundreds of hidden weapons at the same time, it is impossible to evenly distribute the power to each hidden weapon. The traces left on the wall should be of different shades."
"I guess that in the hands of the murderer, there should be an extremely powerful weapon that can release hundreds of cicada-winged knives in an instant. Only the power of the machine, springs and strings can be distributed like this
Evenly, leaving knife marks of the same depth; also because of the mechanism, the distance between each cicada-wing sharp knife shot is equal, so that the corpse pieces of the same size are cut out. Twelve corpse exterminators died in
This murder weapon was attached. After the murder, the murderer picked up the shot knives one by one, and then left calmly."
"Shanxi Barbarians are physically strong and powerful. There are also weird martial arts among their clan, which are extremely difficult to deal with. What's more, the corpse exorcists are all strong among the barbarians. If it weren't for such a powerful weapon, they would be able to snipe them in one fell swoop.
Killing twelve corpse-killers is no easy task."
Song Yang was not a monster, and he also did not want to linger in the murderous house. After finishing his words, he turned and returned to the front hall, and then continued to say to the young catcher: "It is as thin as a cicada's wing, but as sharp as a knife that can cut flesh like tofu.
Barbarian blacksmiths can't forge it; the mechanism that can unleash a large number of sharp knives at the same time is, needless to say, extremely complicated, and Barbarian carpenters are probably not that high-level... This murderous weapon must belong to the Han people.
As I said before, Shanxi is very xenophobic and denounces Han people. No matter how good the Han people's things are, they will never use them. From this, we can roughly conclude that the murderer is a Han person."
After a long talk, the young catcher listened with great interest, his eyes bright and he kept nodding. When Song Yang stopped speaking, he hurriedly asked: "There is more, go on."
Song Yang blinked: "What else?"
"This is a case. You found out that the deceased was a barbarian corpse hunter from Shanxi; you concluded that the murderer was a Han; and you guessed that the murder weapon was a domineering machine. Are there any other discoveries?" The young detective is still not finished. He probably thinks this story is quite interesting.
It sounds good, I plan to continue listening to it.