"Twenty-six people?" Captain Peng condensed, "Is this the real number?"
"The old man assures you that this is definitely the true number. There are 26 people in total, everyone is registered, and their deaths are exactly the same as those of the chefs, with three scratches on both cheeks." Old man Wang said. With that, he fiddled for a while under the coffee table.
Soon, Mr. Wang took out more than 20 photos and placed them on the coffee table, and said in a deep voice, "This is their death."
I looked down. The top photo was a man in his forties. His upper body was a rather tattered blue shirt. The lower body was a pair of cotton trousers. There were six deep marks on his face. There are three ways, and you can even see the bright white bones.
What makes me wonder is that this trace is not cut out with any sharp tool, more like it was cut out with some kind of wood, and what is even more wicked is that the meat on both sides of the trace is faintly darkened, a bit like It's burnt.
As soon as I saw this, I couldn't take care of so much, and I quickly picked up all the photos, one against the wound, without exception, every deceased's wound was like this.
"Dongchuan, did you find it?" Captain Peng asked me.
I glanced at him, and said solemnly: "It's like artificial."
"Artificial?" Captain Peng frowned.
I hummed, passed the photo in my hand to him, and explained: "Captain Peng, look at this wound. If it is a fox's paw or some sharp weapon, the wound must be as smooth as jade, absolutely not. When this kind of uneven wound appears, you can look at the meat near the wound. The meat is black, as if it is burnt. There is only one way to create this effect."
Having said that, I didn't speak any more, but looked up at both of them.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Captain Peng quickly asked, "What can I do?"
"Yes, little brother, what is the solution?" Mr. Wang also asked from the side.
I swallowed, and tremblingly said, "Millennium... Elm."
"Elm?" Captain Peng seemed to be a little disbelief, and said in doubt: "Using elm can create this effect."
I hummed and said, "Elm wood is tough and has a clear texture. It only needs to be sharpened, lighted, and scratched across the face to create this effect. Look at the marks on the face of the dead, you It's a layman, and may not understand the truth in it, but as long as you look carefully, you will find this tiny spot, like the texture of elm."
After all, I raised my hand to the trace on the first photo, pointed it, and continued: "Look here, is there a very subtle texture in the trace."
Captain Peng took the photo and looked at it carefully, frowning and said, "It seems to be true."
After that, he handed the photo to Mr. Wang, and said, “Lord, you also look at it.”
Father Wang took the photo, put on a pair of reading glasses on him, stared at the photo for a full minute, and said solemnly: "It seems to be the case, it's just..."
While talking, he raised his head and glanced at me, wondering: "Little brother, at your age, your eyes should not be so tricky, you can find such small things."
I gave a wry smile. This is not my tricky eyes, but it has something to do with my profession. After all, as a ghostmaker, I have a different instinct for wood.
Just as I was stunned, Captain Peng said to Mr. Wang, “Old man, you don’t know anything, Dongchuan is a ghost craftsman, and he’s a wood...”
Without waiting for him to finish, Mr. Wang's reaction made me and Captain Peng completely stunned. We stared at Mr. Wang inconceivably, with only one thought in his mind. What is he doing? As for this? (End of this chapter)