Chapter 4 Night Detective
“Is this the body you found?”
Outside the small courtyard, the head catcher in his fifties pinched his nose, frowned, and drove away the flies around him.
Fu Qingzhou and Lao Hai looked at each other helplessly and nodded.
In the small house, a gray-haired man tremblingly inspected the body of an old Miao woman.
This town is far away from the Central Plains, and even separated from Sichuan by the Bailu Mountain. It is definitely a remote place, so whether it is a policeman or a gangster, there has been no change of people in the job for decades.
Looking at their dim-sighted faces and their eagerness to go home from get off work and pick up their grandchildren, you knew it was impossible to find out anything.
Sure enough, the old catcher was too lazy to even ask another question: "Okay, it's okay, you can go."
"Go?"
Fu Qingzhou was startled. : "Don't you ask what we are here for? Why are we looking for her? Did you find anything weird?"
After all, he also worked as a detective in his previous life. Although that was more than ten years ago for him, some habits are still engraved in his bones.
The old catcher gave him a strange look: "A Zhou, you are a hunter in Bailu Mountain, and Lao Hai is the doctor here. Everyone knows the basics, so what are you asking about?"
Old Hai also tugged at him, which was obviously an extraneous matter.
"Okay...let's do it." Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly.
On the other side, Wu Zuo had already walked over, beating his back, and slowly said to the old catcher: "Rot, rot is very serious, now is autumn, autumn, autumn, it should be..."
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He stuttered a bit, and the old catcher became impatient: "Just tell me, how long have you been dead?"
"At least, five, five days." Wu Zuo held out three fingers.
"Hasn't this old lady come out and curse in the street for five days?" The old catcher frowned: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it..."
He turned around and rushed to one or two other people in the courtyard. The policeman, who was about the same age, said: "Let's find out which of the ignorant people she has quarreled with in recent days, and arrest them all in the Yamen to ask. That's it."
On the other side, Fu Qingzhou, who slowly walked out of the small courtyard, naturally heard this.
He lowered his voice: "Lao Hai, it's impossible for them to find out who the murderer is like this."
"Forget it, we ordinary people are still going to teach the yamen how to do things?" Lao Hai waved his hand and sighed. He took a breath and said: "Ah Zhou, there is nothing I can do about your illness. You... just wish for yourself."
The two of them are not particularly familiar with each other, they can only be regarded as acquaintances, and the other is willing to take risks Tell yourself that your status as an old Miao woman is already a benevolent doctor, so naturally you can't ask for more.
Fu Qingzhou watched Lao Hai slowly leave with his hands behind his back, while he stood still, turned around, and once again saw the small courtyard not far away.
“It seems that your luck is very bad~”
The smoker taunted untimely: "Finally found a clue, just cut it off!"
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's not right."
"What's wrong?" The smoker did it unintentionally Once upon a time, I praised him.
“The time is wrong.”
Fu Qingzhou said softly: “Zuzuo said she had been dead for at least five days, but when I entered the hut, I noticed that there were fresh fruits on the table in the hall. If this house is really They had been left idle for five days, and they couldn’t still be so fresh. The flies, rats, and ants attracted by the corpses had already eaten them to pieces.”
The smoker lost his voice, and Fu Qingzhou began to think to himself.
It must have been a coincidence that he and Lao Hai happened upon the death of the old Miao woman, but her death might not be that simple.
Lingxiang Town is on the edge of Shiwanda Mountain, and must not be far from Ten Thousand Du Mountain. In a place so close to Ten Thousand Du Mountain, a former disciple of a sect was killed, and his death was miserable and terrifying. , the degree of decay was obviously abnormal...
With a little thought, we can come to the conclusion that the death of the old Miao woman is probably related to her sect.
“If I want to get rid of the control of the Smoker’s Curse as soon as possible, I still have to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains. Although the old Miao woman is dead, the person who killed her may have left relevant clues that can lead to the death of me. I found a way.”
Fu Qingzhou thought secretly: "Since the yamen here can't find anything, I can only do it myself."
In the small courtyard, several police officers and gangsters held their noses and cleaned up the body. People from Yizhuang in the back town came to carry the coffin and carry the body away. Several police officers also left chatting and laughing, and the small courtyard gradually returned to quiet.
With the sun setting in the west and the waning moon hanging over the branches, Lingxiang Town was slowly shrouded in darkness, and lights lit up in the town. Outside the deserted courtyard of an old Miao woman, Fu Qingzhou, dressed in nocturnal black clothes and with his face covered, approached quietly.
It’s not that he had to come up with this thief’s outfit, but after all, someone just died here and he had appeared at the crime scene during the day. If someone saw him, , that is impossible to argue with.
Although the bodies in the house had been cleared away, the detectives were not very diligent in taking care of them. There was still a layer of disgusting grease and blood on the ground, and many rats, ants, and flies were swirling around it.
The body was gone, and there was no point in observing anymore. Fu Qingzhou immediately chose to look at the fruits he had seen during the day.
After half a day, the fruits were indeed oxidized to varying degrees, and many small insects were crawling on them.
It only took half a day to become like this, so fresh before...
He squinted slightly and continued to explore the room.
"The fire in the brick stove has long been extinguished, but it has not completely cooled down. Although bricks can easily store heat, it is impossible to retain the heat for more than a day or two."
"A few in the backyard The hens are still laying eggs, there is still millet on the ground, and there are not many weeds in the yard..."
"There is not a trace of dust on the bed in the bedroom, not just the bed, but also all tables and tables that are often easily touched in daily life. There is no dust on the surface of the chair."
Fu Qingzhou took a breath and confirmed that his judgment was correct.
The death of the old Miao woman was actually very short. She might even have died shortly before she and Lao Hai came to the door. The reason why the body rotted like this was probably because she was poisoned by some kind of weird and terrifying poison. .
Or it may be the so-called "gu" or "curse".
Although Fu Qingzhou would make some poisons when he was hunting down charlatans, most of them were ready-made formulas given by the smokers. His knowledge in this area was still weak and he could not determine what they were.
Of course, he is not really here to solve the case. The most important thing right now is to find if there are any clues left by the old woman or the murderer in the house - clues that can help him find the location of Wandu Mountain.
So he began to explore further, taking care of every corner of the house as much as possible, including all drawers, cabinets, porcelain jars...even the chicken coop.
The process was a bit thrilling. This old Miao woman actually hid many little traps in her home. But Fu Qingzhou was mentally prepared and was extra careful when entering every door and opening every cabinet. None of the poison smoke and poison arrow traps were triggered.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
At this moment, the smoker's proud laughter penetrated into his ears: "With your level, you will never find out what she hides~"< br>
Fu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended not to care: "Stop pretending, you didn't find anything at all. If you want to ridicule me, why not try another way."
"Want to provoke me?"
The smoker sneered: "Don't even think about it~"
Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes - he knew that the smoker was very impatient and could not hold his breath for a few minutes if he discovered something.
When it jumped out, it must have just discovered something, and at that time he was...
"Chicken coop?"
His eyes lit up, and he placed it again He turned his attention to the chicken coop that he had already inspected.
When he reached out to the chicken coop, the Smoker made no sound, and he knew that he had guessed correctly - if he had guessed wrong, the Smoker's taunts would have been overwhelming.
But after turning over the chicken coop, there was still nothing, and Fu Qingzhou's ears began to sneer again.
"No, what I'm looking for must be here."
He narrowed his eyes and calmed down: "There is nothing but eggs in the chicken coop. Could it be...that it's just eggs? ?”
He had moved these eggs just now, and there was not much difference in feel.
But this time he was more serious. He carefully rubbed each egg with his fingertips... and finally made a discovery.
There is a seemingly ordinary egg shell, but there seems to be a small part that feels obviously wrong and too smooth. It does not look like the texture of the eggshell itself, but like a small gap has been cracked and filled with something.
(End of this chapter)