The soldiers are divided into two groups.
A long passage separated Qi Canghai and the others to the left, and Bai Muchuan to the right.
One side is prosperous and the other side is desolate, like a world heading towards two extremes.
Of course, Xiang Wan was with Bai Muchuan's team.
She was timid and followed Bai Muchuan's every step, not daring to leave him even a step.
The cemetery-like building on the right is also dimmer than the left. When I didn't get close, I couldn't see the specific situation clearly, so Tang Yuanchu held the flashlight tightly...
The first thing that comes into view is a thatched cottage.
Yes, the roof is made of straw, which is similar to the buildings in rural China in the 1940s and 1950s.
Outside the thatched hut, there is a monument with the name of Zhou Dequan's father written on it——
His father died before he became rich, and he didn't enjoy the blessing of a son at all. However, how did he die, because it happened for many years, and there was no specific conclusion during the investigation.
Only when they came here and looked at the inscription on the stone tablet did everyone understand.
Zhou Dequan's father had a cerebral hemorrhage due to a quarrel with villager Liu Xinbing. He fell off the field stalk and died on the spot. just passed away.
When he saw the sacrificial text, Xiang Wan's blood was so frightened that he almost peed.
A few years later, when Liu Xinbing was about to enjoy the preferential treatment of demolition and relocation to live a better life, his house was burned down, and all six members of his family died.
At that time, I only thought that Zhou Dequan's murder and arson were for the demolition, but he didn't expect that it was for revenge.
"Sure enough, hatred is more vital than love."
Xiang Wan sighed, and heard Tang Yuanchu's exclamation from the hut.
"Boss, come and see."
He was not interested in the inscription, and was the first to enter the hut.
However, what I didn't expect was that there was actually a huge corpse coffin inside.
A glass coffin was as high as the thatched roof, and there were several corpses inside.
Wearing clothes from the 1930s and 1940s, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to death.
It's too scary!
Xiang Wan felt nervous, "Could this be Liu Xinbing's family?"
"No!" Bai Muchuan walked in slowly, "The family was cremated, we investigated it last time."
"Then these people are—" Xiang Wan just said this when he saw a stone sign erected beside those people.
There are detailed information on these people on the coffin.
Zhou Dequan called them story actors.
And they have only one thing in common - they look very similar to the people in the story.
Because they looked like Liu Xinbing's family, they were brought here by Zhou Dequan, knelt down, and died.
Among them, a pregnant woman was included.
"Hiss!" Tang Yuanchu shivered, "Zhou Dequan died so cheaply. No wonder he wanted to commit suicide. I'm afraid he didn't dare to face his sins at all?"
No one answered her.
Xiang Wan silently looked at the huge coffin.
"I don't know about Zhou Dequan's father. If Quan Xia knew about it, how would he feel about it?"
This is a hypothetical question.
There can never be an answer.
And the tomb that followed once again refreshed everyone's perception and imagination.
Zhou Dequan killed many people, most of whom were women.
Most of their functions were used by him as sacrificial offerings and dedicated to his ancestors.
In the cemetery he built for his great-grandfather, there are seven young and beautiful women's corpses displayed in it, each in a different shape.
And his explanation is - at that time, three wives and four concubines were allowed, but his great-grandfather was too poor to enjoy social welfare, so he made up for this shortcoming for his great-grandfather, and there were exactly seven three wives and four concubines.
"Damn it, was his math taught by his physical education teacher? There are seven wives and four concubines in total. Where did he put her great-grandmother?"
"He doesn't have great-grandmother in his eyes." Xiang Wan was a book writer, and he was more interested in steles than corpses.
According to the stele records, his great-grandfather was very poor at that time, and after giving birth to his grandfather, his great-grandmother left with a small peddler who went from village to household, leaving behind a child who was waiting to be fed and almost starved to death. I heard it from here.
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
There are no words to describe the horror of this scene—
How crazy a person would do such a thing.
Building an underground cemetery for his ancestors, and killing so many people to be buried with him... even strangers who had no grievances with him.
"He sleeps on the cemetery every day, won't he have nightmares?"
"No way. He has lost his conscience and the most basic sympathy of a human being." Xiang Wan said, "Oh! The seeds of hatred are the flowers of evil."
"... I don't understand." Tang Yuanchu rolled his eyes, "Can you speak human language?"
"!"
…
After searching for a long time, they finally found Mao Guigui in the last room with the largest area on the right.
This is not the cemetery built by Zhou Dequan, but a large torture chamber.
There are not only chainsaws, but also a full set of carpentry tools such as planers, chisels, air nail guns, pistol drills, rough planes, and planers, as well as some torture tools specially designed for women. The variety is amazing.
Every time Xiang Wan looked at one, her heart trembled.
Finally, she saw the body thrown in the corner.
Naked, headless, leaning against the wall like a pile of rotten meat.
The black bloodstains on the ground have not been cleaned, and there are bloodstains on the chainsaw. Judging from the screen, it basically matches the background of the video found in Jia's mobile phone.
Because the body had not been collected, the corpse had already begun to rot, which made people feel extremely disgusted.
Xiang Wan was not a policeman and had no professional training. When he suddenly received such a visual impact, his reaction would be stronger than others.
"Ouch!" Her stomach suddenly couldn't bear it.
Unable to control it, I retched while clutching my stomach.
Bai Muchuan glanced at her, held her shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "Go up and rest?"
"No, I'm fine—" Xiang Wan pulled the mask on his face, covered his nose tightly, and then said in a muffled voice, "I'm here for work, so I can't be special."
She didn't want to ruin the good friendship among her colleagues... But she ignored it, she was a woman, everyone agreed with Bai Muchuan's words and asked her to leave the scene...
A big man can't stand it, let alone a little woman
Xiang Wan looked at everyone gratefully and smiled, "You really don't need to worry about me. After all, there is a chance to accumulate material."
"Teacher Xiang, we all know that you don't give in to men. But you have to think about your health..."
"Thank you!" Xiang Wan straightened her back, and said, "It's just that I wasn't mentally prepared just now, and my stomach felt a little nauseous!"
After all, the other corpses I saw when I came in were quite clean, so this—
"Is it Mao Guigui?" She pressed the edge of the mask on her nose, and suddenly turned to ask Bai Muchuan.
Bai Muchuan glanced at her pale face, and frowned slightly, "This can only be confirmed after inspection."
"Oh! That's right." Xiang Wan nodded and looked at the place again, "It's not like the tomb over there. There are no records. It seems to be Zhou Dequan's 'workshop'."
After arriving here, everyone knew from the records on the stone tablet that Zhou Dequan's ancestor was a carpenter. He himself was a carpenter before becoming a mason. Later, with the changes of the times, traditional carpentry was replaced by mechanical technology, coupled with the rise of the construction industry, he followed suit and became a mason.
"... This is what I told the teacher. This is his past wound, painful and inferior?"
"!" Xiang Wan felt that it was difficult to answer Tang Yuanchu's question, "That's right."
"Understood. I understand. I have suffered setbacks in the woodworking industry, and I have to regain my dignity from the chainsaw..." Tang Yuanchu said here, and said with a big brain: "Then you said that those who died also Because of being threatened in this 'studio', and then willing to do those ugly moves to die?"
"Probably... right."
After all, compared with being tortured to death by others, having a good way to die is really very happy.
Looking at the tools here, I believe many people will succumb.
"This corpse is the only incomplete corpse in the basement, and the only one that has not been put into the ice coffin. Does it mean that this person refused to obey before he died?"
Officer Tang was very thoughtful today, but this question could no longer be answered.
"..."
After a long time, Xiang Wan sighed with emotion.
"This is also the only corpse that has no personal records and reasons for the victimization. If this person is really Mao Guigui, we have no way of knowing why Zhou Dequan killed her."
Zhou Dequan's reasons for killing people are all kinds of strange. If he didn't say it himself, who would have guessed it
Everyone was silent.
Tang Yuanchu glanced at Bai Muchuan, and said weakly: "The reason is not important, what is important... If it is Mao Guigui, the case will be solved, right?"
No one answered.
There was another silence.
Everyone worked silently.
Xiang Wan insisted on not leaving. In fact, he could only help with chores at the scene.
Pass the object bag, take some tools, take a photo, help record or put a label.
However, the overall area of the basement is too large. She never imagined that it took a group of people five days to clean it up.
The amount of engineering is comparable to that of cultural relics and archeology...
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Well, there will be three more...