"There are too many strange things in this case. [Very literary]." Dai Li, who had just arrived in Hong Kong, said, "My people are currently stepping up the investigation. Now everyone is saying that after the government took over Hong Kong, so many people appeared in Hong Kong.
The problem is that we have made God angry, so God blames us. Only by leaving can we restore peace to Hong Kong."
"Since something is fishy, let's find out everything we can!" Wang Hengyue said without even raising his head: "Does God still care about these things? It must be man-made. Some people don't want us to stay in Hong Kong and want to drive us away. The more this happens,
, the more it shows that they have a guilty conscience, that they are at their wits end, and that they are desperate.”
"Yes, I understand. I will solve the case within ten days!"
Dai Li remained calm, but responded confidently, and then quietly left here.
Kong Yunhua planned to find a villager to inquire about the situation, but the villagers watching outside the cordon dispersed. He had to walk to the other side of the mountain road, but the villagers watching with umbrellas also sneaked into their houses and closed the door.
An old man with a cane fell to the ground because he was walking in a hurry. Kong Yunhua hurriedly ran up to help him up. The old man hurriedly left without saying thank you.
"There is a ghost! Evil ghosts are infested! The ghosts are killing people again." A man in his forties or fifties jumped out of the alley, disheveled, and ran down the mountain screaming.
Kong Yunhua was about to step forward and stop the man, but the old man stopped him: "Sir, ignore him, he is a madman."
The man's rags and greasy coat must have not been washed for a long time. He spoke slurred words and walked with a bounce. He really didn't look like a normal person.
"Uncle, what should I call you?" Kong Yunhua held an umbrella for the old man and supported him as he walked back slowly: "Don't be afraid. We have no ill intentions. We just want to understand the situation and hope you can help the police."
"The old man's surname is Xu, and he is considered an old resident here." The old man sighed.
"Sir, look at our village, backed by green mountains and overlooking the sea. It can be said to be a feng shui treasure that hides the wind and water. But why? This kind of thing happens in the village, each one is weirder than the last. It's not clean! This place is not clean.
It’s not a clean place anymore! Sir, you’d better take the body away quickly, it’s not clean here.”
"Not clean?"
Uncle Xu was a little sad and angry, his wrinkled face was full of tears and his words were incoherent: "The perpetrators of evil are all young girls. Why is life so worthless?"
The two people walked and talked all the way. Uncle Xu had already walked back to his house. Kong Yunhua opened the door and helped him in. It was very literary. Uncle Xu's house was very low, which made people feel depressed, and the light inside was very poor. During the day
Also light the lamp.
Kong Yunhua was about to step in, but Uncle Xu blocked him out: "It's too narrow inside to accommodate great Bodhisattvas like you. Alas! The environment is not good, and life is getting more and more difficult. I want to move too. This place is not
Clean. Sir, you'd better go, I have nothing to say."
"Uncle Xu," Kong Yunhua said patiently, "if something like this happens, the police don't want to see it. We just hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible and give you safety and peace of mind."
"The murderer? Do you think it was a homicide?" Uncle Xu looked at Kong Yunhua's face.
"This one."
"Alas! Let me tell you." Uncle Xu gently hammered his chest with a sad look. "I have never seen such a bizarre thing in my life. The year before last, one of us here was seventeen years old.
The girl was still in middle school and had a cheerful and lively personality, but she hung herself in her house overnight for no reason. Last year, a girl in her twenties was also found drowned in the pool in her backyard. It was not clean.
, this village is not clean anymore.”
"Do you think there is a ghost?" Kong Yunhua asked.
"Who knows? The police concluded that it was suicide. I think it was possessed by something dirty." Uncle Xu said in a low voice.
"dirty stuff?"
"Dirty things..." Uncle Xu lowered his voice. "In addition to this, you didn't notice the strangeness in it? They were all young women. There was no warning before they died. They all died on the night of the typhoon!"
"Yes." Kong Yunhua nodded and fell into deep thought.
"Keep your voice down." Uncle Xu's eyes showed fear. "On stormy nights, evil spirits come out to cause trouble. I think these three murders are all related to that evil beast from more than 20 years ago."
"Wrong soul? Evil beast?" Kong Yunhua pretended to listen.
Uncle Xu's lips moved a few times and he said: "Do you know why our village is crowded to build houses on this side of the mountain road, but the other side of the mountain road is so empty? Because there used to be a mass grave there. Our village has been around since the Song Dynasty.
There are people living there. For more than 800 years, our ancestors have had an unwritten rule: build houses here and bury the dead there, in order to separate the dead and the living so as not to disturb each other. Who knows the village
There was such an evil beast in the house, and he insisted on building the house opposite. We argued with him countless times over this, and we even fought several times. The man was forceful and unreasonable, and in the end we just gave up.
Acquiesced."
"That house you said was the incident?" Kong Yunhua asked.
"Yes, that evil beast suffered retribution very quickly. He died more than twenty years ago due to misfortune." Xu Bo shook his head repeatedly: "The evil beast died miserably. There was blood everywhere in the house. It was too horrible to see."
"How did he die? What was the reason?" Kong Yunhua became more and more curious.
Uncle Xu calmed down for a while and then said: "The evil beast suspected that his wife was unfaithful to him, so he hacked his wife more than thirty times with a kitchen knife. After his wife died, he also hanged himself in the hall.
The newspapers at that time reported this incident extensively. By the way, that was also the night when the typhoon came."
"Is this also the night when the typhoon comes?" Kong Yunhua gasped inwardly.
"So," Uncle Xu said with the sophistication of an old man, "the feng shui of our village was destroyed by that evil beast more than 20 years ago, and the ghosts of the mass graves sought revenge on him. The evil beast came again.
The people from Feilai Village are here to seek revenge, the two girls who died unjustly, and his son's wife."
Xu Bo was talking and suddenly closed his mouth. He looked nervous and looked behind Kong Yunhua.
Kong Yunhua was horrified by what he saw. He turned around and saw: On the mountain road, a person was staggering and running up. He immediately understood that the person who came must be Hua Xiangfang, the husband of the deceased.
Hua Xiangfang ran back to the front of his house shouting and screaming. The police officers on duty could not stop him. He rushed into the hall after a few collisions. The two police officers in the hall and the police officers chasing him worked together to pin him to the ground.
Hua couldn't move, so she lay on the ground and cried loudly: "Let me go in, please, let me go in and see, let me go in and see my wife."
Kong Yunhua hurriedly said goodbye to Uncle Xu, and then arrived. He said to Hua Xiangfang, who was pinned to the ground: "Calm down, the police are inside investigating and collecting evidence. We will naturally let you in after everything is over."
"Let me in, or if you don't let me in, I will die for you to see." Hua Xiangfang banged his head on the ground repeatedly in excitement. The police officers could not hold it back, and blood quickly began to flow from his head.
Kong Yunhua signaled the police officer to let him go, and then warned: "I can let you in, but you must promise me: don't get excited and don't mess around. Because at the moment we are not sure whether your wife committed suicide or was murdered. The scene at the scene
Evidence cannot be destroyed."
"How could she commit suicide?" Hua Xiangfang got up, grabbed Kong Yunhua's front and roared loudly: "You policemen are stupid and incompetent. You can't solve the case so you want to close it in the name of suicide? Is that right? Let me ask you
."
"Calm down. No one said she committed suicide. If you do this again, I will accuse you of obstructing judicial investigation." Kong Yunhua reprimanded loudly.
"How could she commit suicide? How could my wife commit suicide? How long have she and I been married? She loves me more than she loves herself. How could she be willing to leave me behind?" Hua Xiangfang was heartbroken. She let go of her hand and
Kneel straight on the ground.
Kong Yunhua tried to help him up, but Hua Xiangfang lost control of his emotions. He beat his chest, slapped the ground, and howled hysterically.
"You get up first, your wife."
"Is my wife not dead yet? You must have made a mistake..." Hua Xiangfang suddenly stood up and rushed out!
The nearest police officer did not hold him back, and Hua Xiangfang ran straight to the second floor. When Kong Yunhua saw that something was going to happen, he immediately followed, and two police officers from the serious crime team also rushed over.
Running to the bedroom on the second floor, Hua Xiangfang roughly pushed away Wang Yun, who was checking the body. Wang Yun was so frightened that he stepped aside and looked at him nervously.
The horror of his wife's death stunned Hua Xiangfang, but within two seconds, he let out a heartbreaking howl and rushed towards the deceased.
The police officer next to him grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Kong Yunhua refused to say anything and motioned to his men to carry him to the study room next door.
Hua Xiangfang was pressed into the chair in front of the desk. He struggled from side to side, scolding and kicking the police officer who controlled him. He could not listen to what the police said and repeatedly asked to see his wife again.
Kong Yunhua let him toss around and looked at him indifferently. Hua Xiangfang finally realized that struggling was of no use, so he calmed down a little.
He looked haggard, his body was wet from the rain, and he sat shivering in a large chair.
"Have a cigarette?" Kong Yunhua threw him a Marlboro.
The police officer next to him lit a fire for him, and Hua Xiangfang's fingers holding the cigarette shook violently. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
"My condolences, we feel your pain. I think you must really want to know the cause of your wife's death, right? Please rest assured that we are investigating. At the same time, we hope you can stay rational, because we need your cooperation." Kong Yunhua immediately
Put the identity in a sympathetic position to facilitate further understanding of the situation.
"God, don't you have eyes? Why are you like this? Why do you fool me like this? Why do you want me to lose what you gave me?" Hua Xiangfang cursed incoherently again.
Kong Yunhua handed him a cup of water. Hua Xiangfang held the cup and stared at the floor silently!