Damn, you have a special skill but you didn't tell me earlier, which makes me lose face. I rubbed my nose, and I always felt that his reason for not calling the police was full of loopholes. It was just for the reputation after An Daiyun's death, which was far-fetched. I suspected that he was still suspected of murder, but other than that, I couldn't see anything else wrong with him.
I originally wanted to leave with Qu Mo, but now I decided to stay and see if he could figure out where the murderer was. I always felt that this murderer had some connection with the person who hurt me, and maybe I could catch him by following this clue.
Pang Furong wiped away his tears, faced north, counted on his right hand, and moved his lips slightly as if muttering something.
Qu Mo asked me quietly, "Can fortune-telling really tell where the murderer is? Why do I feel like this is all done by witches and sorcerers?"
I frowned, and suddenly thought of something, and whispered to her, "There is a kind of divination in the ancient books of Maoshan, called Qimen Shensuan, which can predict the murderer's whereabouts based on the deceased's birth chart and the time of death. However, this requires a deep understanding of divination. It cannot be calculated without decades of practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Furong's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I figured it out, in..." When he said this, he was stunned and didn't say the rest.
Qu Mo asked hurriedly: "Where is it?"
Pang Furong said nothing and hurried out of the house, apparently going to find the murderer. I exchanged glances with Qu Mo and hurriedly followed him. After we went out, he quickly locked the door and ran out of Guankou Town to the east. Qu Mo whispered to me on the way, asking if he was being mysterious and trying to escape
I shook my head and whispered to her that the murderer was probably in Nanqiao Village. Qu Mo was shocked. Isn't that Pang Furong's hometown? Could it really be his wife who killed him? I dare not conclude, but looking at Pang Furong's expression just now, it is very likely that it was his wife.
I followed Pang Furong and ran eastward for several miles. We entered a village and he knocked on a door. I thought I had guessed wrong. The murderer was not in Nanqiao Village but here. Unexpectedly, there was his friend, a taxi driver, who drove us eastward. Needless to say, it must be in Nanqiao Village. If it was not less than 30 miles away, how could he find a car
The car drove along the road for more than ten miles, then turned off and walked onto a country road, and finally stopped by a river. There were faint lights flickering on both sides of the river, which seemed to be two villages. Pang Furong asked the driver to drive back with a serious expression. He took us across an ancient stone arch bridge. As we walked, he introduced that Henan was Qiaonan Village and Hebei was Qiaobei Village. Finally, he said in a heavy tone that he was going home.
Qu Mo and I looked at each other. It seems that my guess was right. His wife is the murderer!
He led us through several alleys in the village and arrived at a house. The lights were off and it was very quiet. It was not late yet, probably around nine o'clock. Only the elderly in the village went to bed so early. I was more convinced that there was something wrong with his wife.
Pang Furong reached out and knocked on the door, but no one came out to open it after waiting for a long time. He became furious, took two steps back, then rushed forward quickly, pushed the door open with his arm, and stumbled forward to rush into the house.
I hurriedly followed Qu Mo and told him not to kill his wife as soon as he entered the door. We had to find out the truth first.
After entering the room, I found that Pang Furong hadn't turned on the light yet, and I heard him shouting in the darkness ahead: "Shuzhen, come out!"
He called out many times until his voice became hoarse, but no one responded. It was deathly quiet everywhere. It was as if there was no one alive except the three of us.
I reached out to find the switch on the wall, but I touched a rope, hanging diagonally in the air. I tugged gently, and one end of the rope loosened and slid upward along my hand. I thought, what is hanging there? I hope it will hit us. I hurriedly pulled hard, but the thing hanging there was so heavy that I ran forward several steps.
At the same time, Pang Furong turned on the light. I turned my head and suddenly saw a face with bulging eyes appearing in front of me, staring at me!
The sudden horrifying scene made all the hair on my body stand up!