The Underworld Detective

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I stumbled and asked, "How do I say this?"

Song Heting told me that because the Song family has been frustrated since the Southern Song Dynasty, a proficient ancestor came up with a way to divide the Song family into two, the genealogy is exactly the same, and the two races are each other Shadow family.

This is of practical significance, just like the double dragon formation in the art of war. The two clans can help each other, and even if the calamity happens, it will not harm the entire clans. During the Ming dynasty, the servant of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, Song Tiemen, was framed by a traitor, and was attacked by the Jiulian people. The entire Song and Song dynasties were almost destroyed. Later, with the help of the Wu Song, they gradually came back to life ...

There is also an interesting thing. In order to preserve the incense, the two communities will always stand on the opposite side in the era of historical change! For example, during the Liberation War, the chief of the Song and Song dynasties was a chief of staff within the People's Liberation Army, and Wu Song joined the Kuomintang. Later, Wu Song launched the Changsha Uprising with the help of the Song and Song dynasties, and successfully passed that period.

Song Heting sighed: "When the so-called strong is easy to break, the rigid is easy to break. We in the Song family have a large number of talents. It is inevitable to make a big move. In order to survive the troubled times, the ancestors came up with this method. So you have to deal with the Jiangbei residual knife. , The three patriarchs ordered me to stop you, not for anything else, but for the big picture, for the entire family! "

I said, "Aunt, it's not that I just go it alone, that organization is lawless ..."

Song Heting stretched out a hand and said, "Stop this first, it is important to solve the case now!"

Song Heting continued to look at the ancestral spectrum, and she suddenly whispered, "Let's go to the mountains to see."

The four of us came to the mountain. Last night, the paper ashes burned by Granny Yan left in front of the grave. Song Heting looked around and said, "This grave belongs to my brother."

I was surprised: "When did your brother die?"

Song Heting replied: "It was impossible for him to be killed by the enemy eight years ago!"

I pondered for a while, and suddenly realized that the corpse bones had also been replaced, that is, no one except Mother-in-law knew who the deceased was.

I decided to go to her, and Song Heting told me: "You need to be polite when talking to her. Although Granny Yan is a foreign name, after all, she is a village priest. She has a very high status, and you are not allowed to scare her with Pluto's pupil."

I agreed, and came to Granny Yan's house with Song Jie and Song Xingchen. After knocking a few times, a middle-aged woman came forward to open the door and asked who we were looking for? I made up an excuse that I wanted to see Granny Yan, and the middle-aged woman said that she would go in and make a noise.

Song Jie whispered to me: "This woman is also a widow. She is now dedicated to serving Granny Yan. Everyone says she may be the next generation of goddess."

I laughed: "Can this thing still be seen? Is it possible that you?"

Song Jie cursed: "Get off, you curse me, it must be a widow. It has been this way since the first generation of gods in the Southern Song Dynasty, and has never changed."

I confessed that I was guilty, and apologized.

After a while, the middle-aged woman invited us in. The room was dim and lit with sandalwood. There were some mysterious things hanging on the wall, some amulets, spices and paper people. With a stick of incense.

I was about to speak. Grandma Yan suddenly stretched out a chicken paw-like hand, grasped my hand, and pinched it severely, and I almost screamed, it turned out that she was touching my hand bone.

Granny Yan closed her eyes and said, "The dragon and tiger are all in the palm of your hand. It is a good luck for thousands of miles. son in law!"

I explained embarrassingly, "Mr. Yan, you misunderstood. I am also the Song family, and Song Heting is my aunt."

Granny Yan opened her eyes and looked at me, and said, "What's so expensive about finding an old man?"

I stopped talking and looked at the woman who was standing behind. Grandma Yan waved her hand: "Cuihuan, go out first."

I then said, "One person died in the village five years ago."

"Which year does the village die?" Granny Yan answered blankly.

"I'm talking about a murder case, and the body of that person is reflected in the sacred tree hidden in the village. Don't you know that?" I began to ask.

Mother-in-law Yan is noble and usually no one offends her, so her psychological quality is not as good as that of a criminal. She immediately became nervous when she heard this, but forced to smile calmly. I do not understand what you're saying."

I refused to let it go: "Mr. Yan, you live in this village and you will not know the skills of the Song family. Where did you go last night? If I guessed right, your shoes are still stained with the grave on the mountain Or should I check it in person! "

Granny Yan slowly drew the rosary: ​​"Everyone is dead, why should you turn out the old account and harm a few lives in vain?"

I sneered: "As you say, the police don't work, anyway, people can't be resurrected after death, and it doesn't make sense to catch the killer."

"Later, you can't say anything more, I'll invite you out!" Granny Yan scolded.

I arched my hand and said, "Mr. Yan, forgive me for offending, I know you are noble, but I am investigating this case now, no matter who you are, there is only one identity in front of me-the suspect!"

Granny Yan bowed her head and said nothing, I forced to ask, "Did you kill anyone?"

"I've been a vegetarian all my life, let alone a human being. I haven't even killed a chicken."

This sentence did not lie, it seems that Granny Yan is an insider, not a murderer.

In order to beat the tiger and the tiger, I asked what I found so far: "But you are helping the murderer to conceal the truth. When you wash bones for people, you secretly hide one or two, and dig out a dead body out of thin air. That corpse became a dead body. In your capacity, isn't it offensive to offend the dead? There are two possible reasons why you should do this. First, the killer has a close relationship with you. Second, you are a stakeholder. By!"

There was a little fluster in the fingers of Granny Yan's dialing the rosary, and Song Jie's eyes widened, presumably afraid that I would provoke Granny Yan, and my tone was already very aggressive.

But the more such a noble person, the more she has to overwhelm her in the aura. This is my experience in handling cases.

"Epigenetic!" Grandma Yan suddenly raised her eyelids, stretched out a thin finger, fiddled with the rising smoke in the incense burner, and wrote a few words in the air, to be bothersome and forgiving.

"Ah." Song Jie screamed in exclamation, and whispered to me, "Brother Song Yang, let's go! Granny Yan, bother."

In the face of her miracle, I didn't have a wave in my heart, but sneered: "I will give you a few words!"

I took out a small bottle from her seat cushion, dipped it with my fingers, and then wrote in the smoke. What I wrote was--I have a **** on my head! Those words stayed in the air for a few seconds before they drifted away.

"Enough!" Granny Yan angered and shouted, "Get out of here, and only come to see me after studying the rituals."

The widow ran in and issued a guest order against us, and I said in a murky tone, "Mr. Yan, do you believe in ghosts? He is in this room now."

Speaking of which, I sacrificed the pupil of Hades, not to look at her, but to stare at a row of candles behind her.