Chapter 574 The Scarecrow
Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Cheng said: "If there are any problems, we will find out. Now focus on going to the Dharma Altar to have a look."
The Dharma Altar is a self-proclaimed heavenly master. The Taoist leader's people arranged it, and that was also the scene of his death, so there might be clues left behind.
Without much effort, they found the altar of Taoist Master Tianshi in several buildings. Outside the altar stood a strange flag with a yellow edge, which looked like the dharma of the sect in the novel. device.
However, what is quite surprising is that the center of the altar is covered with a piece of white cloth. Under the white cloth, a human figure is vaguely bulging, and a pair of cloth shoes poke out from under the white cloth, leaning weakly to one side.
It has a white base and black upper, with a yin and yang diagram embroidered on the upper.
There is no doubt that it is the body of the unlucky Taoist Celestial Master. "This old Taoist is also quite miserable." The fat man said: "No one collects the body after death."
They saw more than a dozen corpses in the basement of the police station. According to Director Qiao, they were all from the Feng family. It seemed that except for the Feng family themselves, they didn't care much about the corpses of outsiders.
Cover it with a white cloth and leave it here without asking anything.
"It seems that the Feng family is indeed in danger, otherwise they would never leave the body of an outsider here." Zhao Xingguo said in a strange tone.
Opposite this altar is the Feng family's ancestral hall. Inside the ancestral hall are black tablets. It can be seen that many of the tablets are brand new.
Leaving the body of an outsider across from one's own ancestral hall is, at best, disrespectful to the ancestors, and at worst, it damages the feng shui of one's family.
Especially in the old society where conservative trends prevail, this can be fatal.
But this is not within the scope of everyone's consideration. They just want to find clues and end the mission as soon as possible. As for whether the Feng family died suddenly or what happened, no one cares.
"Don't touch the body yet." Zhao Xingguo suggested: "Look in the altar first. If there are any clues, don't hide them."
Seemingly to increase his persuasiveness, Zhao Xingguo hesitated for a moment and continued: "I also did some research when I came here. The last team that came here was unusual. Na Ruhu once led the team to solve many supernatural incidents. Even he Everyone is in trouble, the danger here can be imagined."
Others had an attitude of just letting it go. This made Zhao Xingguo very depressed, but he didn't want to get angry.
The arrangement of the altar is relatively rough. It can be seen that it was arranged in a rather hasty situation. A rosewood altar table is placed in the center.
There were three large yellow and orange plates on the table. Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and tapped them lightly, making a dull sound. They were made of copper and were of sufficient weight.
The corpse fell in front of the altar, with its head facing the altar and its feet pointing away.
But what is puzzling is that in everyone's mind, such a plate is used to hold tributes, but now, the plate is empty.
After staring at the plate for a while, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and touched the plate lightly a few times. Then, as if he felt something, he rubbed his fingers.
Huaiyi looks nervous. The task is only one aspect. What is more important is the current situation.
One side is Crimson, and the other side is the Night Watchman. Once their identities are revealed, they may end up fighting to the death.
More importantly, based on the analysis of the situation they encountered when they came, this place has already been noticed by the night watchman. Even if they can leave safely, they might bump into the night watchman's group as soon as they go out.
"Brother Cheng, what did you find?" Huaiyi asked after noticing Jiang Cheng's actions.
“It’s very slippery and a little greasy.” Jiang Cheng put his fingers under his nose and sniffed lightly, “It’s grease.”
After a few seconds, Jiang Cheng’s expression changed. , there was something wrong with the way he looked at the plate.
"What's wrong?" Linghu Yong asked hurriedly.
“This kind of grease has a very special smell.” Jiang Cheng immediately squatted down and wiped the grease on his hands on the shroud covering the unlucky Taoist priest. He didn’t take it back until it was wiped clean. hand.
Fatty: "."
I heard that grease has a smell. Everyone came over to take a look, but no one imitated Jiang Cheng and touched it with their hands. "It can't be corpse grease, right?" Pan Du's face looked a little ugly.
“No.” Fu Fu picked up the plate, smelled it, put it down, and affirmed: “The smell of corpse oil is stronger than this.”
“But it’s not completely impossible. I heard that it is used Corpse oil made from fresh corpses is different from that made from rotting corpses," Fu Fu said naturally, seemingly unaware of what other people would think if she said such words on this occasion.
"Damn, how do you know so clearly? Have you night watchmen ever been exposed to such ghosts?" The fat man asked in surprise.
Hearing this, Fu Fu raised her head and glanced at the fat man, "Of course we, the night watchmen, are not ashamed to do such a thing, but our mortal enemies, the Crimson Society, I heard that they would string the living people together with huge iron skewers and put them on the fire. Roast, it will become sizzling and oily."
Hearing this, Huaiyi's heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, his eyes looked at Jiangcheng Fatty Lin Wan'er.
No one paid attention to him. After checking the room, everyone focused their attention on the body on the ground. Luo He, who had been silent for the whole time, slowly lifted off the white cloth on the body.
Although they were well prepared, everyone still felt a chill involuntarily when that extremely weird face came into their eyes.
The Taoist priest's face had no color at all, his eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly, his eyes were slightly open, the whites of his eyes had turned yellow, and his mouth was open, revealing his white teeth.
He is indeed a man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing Taoist robes and cloth shoes embroidered with yin and yang diagrams. He has gray hair and a long beard hanging down.
If it weren’t for the fact that the face was so weird, it would be a bit fairy-like.
On both sides of his body, there are a Yin Yang Bagua mirror and a peach wood sword.
The mirror seems to be more than a hundred years old. The copper frame is full of bumps and scratches, but the mirror surface is as bright as new.
Under the light, which glowed dimly, Jiang Cheng stared at himself in the mirror, feeling an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
"Look." Pi Ruan's voice sounded. His sharp eyes immediately discovered the abnormality under the Taoist priest.
Pan Du and Linghu Yong moved the Taoist priest's body, and suddenly everyone discovered that there were still a dozen straw men pressed under the Taoist priest's body.
The workmanship of the straw man is rough, like a child playing with it when he is bored.
The straw men come in different sizes, but other than that, nothing special is found. "This Taoist priest has a lot of equipment. I guess he plans to use these straw men to show off in front of the master. As a result, Before dawn, people died first," Pandu said after taking a look at the straw man and finding nothing unusual.
He threw the straw man back to the ground casually. After falling a few times, he lay quietly next to the Taoist priest, motionless. (End of chapter)