Suspect
Xiang Wan glanced at him.
When they came to "rescue" Bai Muchuan that day, because of Jia An's death, they not only questioned everyone here, but also conducted a comprehensive search inside and out, and found nothing unusual—
"This Zhou Dequan is really cunning. He actually thought of digging the basement to hide the corpse!"
As a human being, how can you not feel afraid? People who have done too many evil things must not be able to sleep peacefully. Zhou Dequan was afraid that one day the incident would happen, and the end would be miserable. Therefore, it is not surprising that when he built this house, he cunningly prepared a basement for himself to hide in—
It's strange how Bai Muchuan would know.
Xiang Wan raised his eyebrows, "Another message from an informant?"
Bai Muchuan glanced at her, neither admitting nor denying it.
"Let's go, hurry up and work."
"..." refused to say.
It seems inconvenient to say.
Xiang Wan had some thoughts in her heart, but she didn't ask him because it was inconvenient for him.
…
After Zhou Dequan's accident, no one lives here.
In the empty big villa, it was eeriely quiet.
With a psychological hint, Xiang Wan saw what was wrong, so she couldn't help but hugged her arms tightly and followed Bai Muchuan closely.
"Where is the basement?"
Standing in the spacious and luxurious living room, Xiang Wan looked at the room and asked suspiciously.
If the entrance to the basement was easily visible, they would have discovered it when they came to search, and naturally they would not wait until today for the "informant" to provide information.
Sure enough, Bai Muchuan turned his head to look at her, and summoned everyone to pass through the living room and enter a sacrificial hall behind the courtyard.
The sacrificial hall is built in an antique style, which feels a bit like an ancestral hall in an old society.
It is a single building, hidden in the middle of the green garden, surrounded by jade railings.
They all visited last time. The middle one enshrines the ancestral tablets of the Zhou family. On both sides are some merits and records of the ancestors related to the Zhou family, as well as some ancient books and paintings. It seems that they are all related to the Zhou family. related to the ancestors of the family.
However, Xiang Wan thought it was just a bragging stunt.
It's nothing more than getting rich and making a fortune, so I have to put some gold powder on my head—
"Is the basement here?" Xiang Wan asked Bai Muchuan with a sideways look.
"En." Bai Muchuan nodded, and called back, "Tang Yuanchu!"
"Here we come, boss." Tang Yuanchu walked over, "Where is it? Where is the basement? I looked around here several times last time, but I didn't find any entrance?"
"It's so easy to be found, how can you hide the corpse?"
Uh too.
Everyone looked at him with doubts.
Bai Muchuan walked slowly towards the altar, looking at the ancestral tablets of the Zhou family.
"here."
Everyone was slightly startled.
Most Chinese people have a sense of reverence for their deceased ancestors.
Zhou Dequan didn't seem to feel guilty about choosing to make the entrance to the basement under his ancestral tablet, and he wasn't afraid that his ancestor would beat him up.
Tang Yuanchu glanced at some of the spiritual tablets, slowly bowed to the sandalwood altar table, took out the phone tube to take a picture, and looked carefully for a while.
"Boss, it's solid, there is no entrance!"
Bai Muchuan didn't answer, walked over slowly, raised his hand slowly and touched the spirit tablet of Grandpa Zhou Dequan in the middle row—
"Ah!" Everyone gasped.
"Boss, this is..."
Bai Muchuan still didn't speak, and suddenly twisted the soul forcefully.
After a 360-degree rotation, the badge appeared in front of everyone again.
What is puzzling is that Bai Muchuan once again put his hand on Zhou Dequan's father's spiritual tablet.
According to the above method, it is another 360 rotation.
Next, his uncle, his ancestor... all the souls that were enshrined were turned around, and there was a sudden bang in the altar.
"Fuck! It's been a long time!"
The specific location of the loud sound is under the altar.
It was the place where Tang Yuanchu took a closer look with his mobile phone just now.
At this moment, after the spirit card was moved, an entrance unexpectedly appeared there.
The two pieces of marble that were originally embedded together on the ground were separated from the middle and moved to the sides. The entrance is flat and is a staircase extending down.
Tang Yuanchu held up a flashlight and swiped in, a little excited, "It's nice to be rich, and the home is designed like an ancient tomb..."
Indeed, this is the reason.
Everyone sighed, and looked down one after another.
Xie Hui quietly handed out shoe covers for everyone.
While chatting, a group of people fastened their shoe covers and walked slowly down the stairs.
"Brothers, do you have the feeling of exploring the tomb?"
"Don't say it! It's kind of mean!"
"You think Zhou Dequan is sick this week, right? How crazy is it to build an ancestor hall and hide the corpses underneath?"
"...Working for three years, this is the first time I have encountered such a mysterious scene."
"Poverty limited my imagination."
"It's so scary! Oh my god, the steps are so long, goosebumps are coming out."
"What are you afraid of? We are the police, full of righteousness and masculinity, and ghosts and snakes have to hide when they see it..."
Listening to their chat, Xiang Wan walked cautiously. The steps are really long, and the chisel work is exquisite, and after entering, there are lights on both sides, the light is not strong, it is gray, and when it shines on the faces of a group of people, it is inexplicably a little green and cold.
Xiang Wan shivered and got a little closer to Bai Muchuan.
He glanced at her, said nothing, and slowed down.
However, even if they were prepared in their hearts, they still couldn't help being shocked when they actually saw the basement.
The wide area and exquisite shape are astonishing.
This is not as wide as his homestead, is it
How much money did Zhou Dequan collect to build such a gorgeous "underground palace"
Yes, the basement has not just one room, but countless beautifully designed rooms.
Divided into two parts from the middle, the left part is magnificently decorated, not inferior to the mansion on the ground at all, and there are various decoration styles, while the right side is a desolate area with different styles, which looks like ancient times. The burial chambers make no difference—
The wind was blowing from nowhere, and the bones were unbearably cold.
Xiang Wan shivered, and asked Bai Muchuan nervously, "Don't you find it strange?"
"Huh?" Bai Muchuan motioned her to continue.
Xiang Wan thought for a while, "I think Zhou Dequan, who can build this kind of basement, is not so easy to beg for death. Even if he has to die, Xianglai is reluctant to die with such a big secret, right?"
"what do you mean?"
"He pays attention to everything, demands luxury in everything, and is a person with a serious desire for performance. He longs for attention, recognition, and admiration from others. He also likes to show off to the world everything he owns—the big villa built in the demolition area symbolizes not only Is it money, or power. The ancestral tablet in the altar and the almost funny family history inheritance in the two side rooms, categorically associating himself with some ancient celebrities and even great men—why isn’t it because of his low self-esteem?"
"self-abasement?"
"You only care about what you lack. If you don't have anything, you will show off."
Everyone looked at her.
"He was poor in childhood, and he had a deep psychological shadow on poverty. He fell in love when he was young, and was discriminated against and insulted by Jia's family. These pains were buried in his bones, and they were not digested because of his fortune, but because of the past. Unable to change, let the pain erode his soul little by little."
Xiang Wan said quietly, and took another look at the weird basement with cool eyes.
"So, I guess, this is not only Zhou Dequan's corpse hiding place to cover up his crimes, but also Zhou Dequan's crime exhibition hall. And his past wounds, painful inferiority that he is least willing to show to others..."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Tang Yuanchu's hiss finally came.
Touching his arms, "Teacher Xiang, you made my skin crawl. I'm very curious, what is hidden here... the wounds, pain... low self-esteem you mentioned. How do you show this kind of thing?"
Xiang Wan: "..."
This kind of too literary statement is obviously not suitable for the brain thinking of a pure engineering man like Tang Yuanchu.
Moreover, this kind of thing that can only be understood is difficult to explain.
She smiled softly, "We'll see after a while, and we'll know."
"Hey. Okay, I can't wait." Tang Yuanchu said. Looking at Bai Muchuan, "Team Bai, let's arrange tasks..." He frowned again when he said this, "But this place is a bit big, and we need to find out all of them. I'm afraid it will take a little time. Don't need to ask for reinforcements?"
Bai Muchuan's expression was cold.
"No need. Qi Canghai, lead a team, start from the left."
"The rest of you, follow me to the right."
After listening to his order, everyone responded and looked to the right involuntarily.
Over there - it's too spooky, it doesn't look like a nice place -
Qi Canghai asked: "Is it possible? Team Bai."
Bai Muchuan hummed, "No problem."
Qi Canghai nodded, "That's good. Let me know if you have something to do."
"Yeah." Bai Muchuan raised his hand and patted, "Okay, let's get to work!"
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