Friday, August 6th, 12:47pm.
Beiquan, Qingzhu, and Aliu took a small special plane from the military airport. Two hours later, when they landed at an unknown small airport in the northwest, there was already a six-seater off-road vehicle with a special license plate waiting for them. .
The driver was the local police officer in charge of investigating the case. After a brief introduction, he distributed a case file to each of the three people in the back seat.
Taking advantage of the driving time, Beiquan glanced at ten lines and quickly read the situation of the deceased.
The skinned young man's name is Wang Baotai, born in 199×, if he hadn't died, he would have turned 24 this year.
Wang Baotai was born in a small village called Maoyang in the northwest. There are four brothers and sisters in his family. He is the youngest son.
Like most young people in the village, after completing the nine-year compulsory education, they either go to the county to study a vocational high school or a secondary school, or they simply go to work in coastal cities with Nan Piao.
Wang Baotai chose the latter.
He left home at the age of seventeen and drifted south to Jiangnan, half of China. He worked in a paint factory, a toy factory, an electrical distribution factory, and a hardware accessories factory for a period of time. In the last two years, he was employed in an instrument assembly factory. Not bad, this year, I was promoted to a workshop leader in terms of seniority.
It was only about ten days ago that the father of Wang Baotai's family accidentally fell when he went out to visit friends and never got up again.
I don't know where I hit it. The old man fell unconscious and had a high fever, chills and cramps. He was rushed to the county hospital by his family. Even the doctor couldn't do anything. He was sent to the ICU the next day. He was critically ill, and he said that people were afraid that he would be bad.
According to the custom in the village, the old man must die in his own home, otherwise he will become a homeless ghost.
So the family had to cry and tell the son who left home and the daughter who married out to come back to see the old man for the last time, while asking the hospital to remove the oxygen tube and take the old man home with only one breath left.
Wang Baotai answered the phone at home and heard that his father was dying of illness, so he hurriedly filed a personal leave with the factory and rushed back to his hometown overnight.
When he turned to this place, Beiquan stopped the quick reading, closed his eyes, and quickly replayed the case in his mind.
Due to the lack of time, Wang Baotai had to spend a few hundred more to buy a plane ticket.
It's just that his hometown Maoyang is remote even in the northwest, and there is no direct flight between the two places, so Wang Baotai can only take the plane to the nearby provincial capital, then transfer to the long-distance bus from there to the county town, and finally Spend a hundred or ten yuan in the county to find a motorcycle or a pheasant for rent, and let the other party send him to the village.
Tossing all the way down, at least it takes a day and a night.
The police found Wang Baotai's ticket purchase record and boarding information in the airline, and specially adjusted the airport surveillance to confirm that it was the person.
The flight landed safely without any twists and turns on the way.
Then, the long-distance bus from the provincial capital to the county town also found Wang Baotai's driving record, and the police also determined from the built-in monitoring of the bus that it was the deceased deity who was on the bus.
It's just that after the car arrived at the county seat, the clues were cut off. The police visited many times, but so far they have not found any reliable witnesses.
"So, Wang Baotai disappeared on his way back home from the county seat?"
While Qingzhu and Aliu were still looking at the materials, Beiquan had already read it over and engraved all the information in his mind like a photocopy:
"Also, the place where the body was found doesn't match his route home, doesn't it?"
A criminal policeman sitting in the passenger seat replied:
"Yes, the ravine where the body was found is more than 40 kilometers away from Maoyang Village, and it is not on the only road from the county seat to the village. Also, the ravine is obviously not the first scene of the crime, and the body should be thrown."
Beiquan nodded.
There are several photos of the scene attached.
The location of the ravine where the corpse was dumped was hidden, remote and barren. If it weren't for the recent two-day torrential rain, which caused a type of mudslide that blocked the mountain road, if the road repair team happened to find the corpse when passing by, Wang Baotai's body would have been lost. I don't know that the year of the monkey and the month of the horse can be found.
At that time, not to mention that there is only one layer of skin missing, and the remains may have been turned into dead bones long ago, and it will take a lot of tossing for anyone to identify the name of the bones.
At this time, another criminal policeman who was driving asked:
"Wang Baotai's body has been sent to the county public security bureau for a forensic autopsy."
The policeman paused, then asked:
"Do the three of you want to see the scene first? Or do you want to see Wang Baotai's body first?"
Hearing this question, Beiquan raised his head and met Qingzhu's gaze, so he smiled at him and asked the other party to decide.
Qingzhu thought for a while and replied:
"Then let's see the corpse first."
"no problem."
The policeman who drove the car agreed, got off the national highway, and drove to the county seat.
At 3:40 in the afternoon, the car stopped in front of the county public security bureau.
The two policemen led them to the morgue, and Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu finally saw Wang Baotai's body.
It was midsummer, and a skinned corpse was found in the wild for two days before being found. It had already begun to decompose. Whether it was appearance or smell, it was quite disgusting.
When the white cloth was lifted to reveal the rotten and swollen skinless corpse, the two criminal policemen who Rao had seen more than once also frowned and looked away in conditioned reflex, showing a rather uncomfortable look.
But Beiquan, Qingzhu, and Aliu remained calm one by one, without even moving their eyebrows.
"Forensic doctors did not find any obvious traumatic injuries on Wang Baotai's body."
A criminal policeman turned over the autopsy report and said to the three:
"And the method of peeling is also very professional, leaving almost no marks of knife edges on the corpse."
He turned back two pages.
"The common poison tests are all negative..."
The police paused and came to a conclusion:
"Wang Baotai's cause of death has not yet been determined."
Beiquan and Qingzhu exchanged glances.
No fatal injuries, no poisoning, no abnormality in the autopsy, a healthy young man died in such a vague way...
Qing Zhu's eyes were solemn, and she said in a low voice, "No matter what else, just this is the same as Xu Lei."
Xu Lei's body was found in time, so he could still see some dark spots on his temples, but Wang Baotai didn't even have the skin, and it was even more impossible to know whether his temporal horn was bruised.
In fact, no matter how the murderer killed the person, the original plan should be quite perfect.
After he peeled off the human skin, he transported it to the wilderness to discard the corpse. As long as the location was secret enough, no one would notice it for at least a year and a half. By that time, the corpse was in a mess, and there was probably only a skeleton left.
In this way, even if the body is found, the police will not know that the person is missing a piece of skin, and will only treat the case as an ordinary unnamed corpse case and follow the normal investigation process, without disturbing the "special seven". people.
It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations, and the murderer also pointed his back, just in time for the rainstorm to wash down the mountain road, and the odor of corpses attracted the attention of the road construction team, which made his painstakingly arranged tricks to fail.
"is it okay?"
Beiquan raised his hand to the two detectives.
Criminals: "??"
Then they were shocked to see that Beiquan didn't wear gloves, stretched out his hand without changing his face, and touched the head of the skinless carrion.
Police: "!!!"
- What did this person do before! ? This psychological quality is too sturdy!
The two young people were terrified, and their expressions were clearly written with complaints in their hearts.
At this time, Beiquan had carefully opened the forensic doctor's knife, revealing the skull below the section, carefully observed it, and then shook his head at Qingzhu.
The two policemen didn't know what he meant, but Qing Zhu understood.
Beiquan was telling him that there were no traces of iron nails on Wang Baotai's skull. In other words, this person's soul was probably not taken away by the murderer like Xu Lei.
"okay."
Beiquan recovered the body, washed his hands in the corner, and smiled at the two detectives:
"Now, please take us to the scene where the body was found."
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Friday, August 6th, 5:30 pm.
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were in the house of the couple Cai and Su, looking at the current situation in the living room through the handrail in the corridor on the second floor.
The Taoist priest invited by the owner is said to be the host of a famous Taoist temple on Yueling Mountain, and his reputation has always been good. If there is a wedding or a happy event in the nearby villages and towns, and they are willing to spend more money to manage it, they will usually ask the Taoist priest for help. .
However, the Taoist priest is usually very lonely and reluctant to leave the mountain easily.
This time, he is willing to come to Cai and Su's house, firstly because of the favor requested by the village chief, and secondly because of the generous reward of 300,000 yuan for a ritual.
The Taoist priest came to the door today. First, he took a compass around the house several times, pointing out many problems with improper feng shui. He also calculated the characters of Cai Mingjian and Su Lan, and came to the conclusion that the two should have a marriage palace. The trouble is, the female victim of this year, Yinghuo Xing, has committed an illness in the Palace of Diseases and Evil. She is weak and weak, and it is not good for her fleeting years. Naturally, she is easily invaded by shadowy things.
So the Taoist priest called a group of young and strong young men, first tossed the house inside and out, and everything that could be moved and changed was changed. A line of yellow talismans was pasted on the top and the window, and finally the altar was set up, and the practice was started in the main hall, which was completely changed, that is, the living room.
"Hmph, with this little skill, you still dare to pretend to be a ghost!"
Jiang Nan'an folded his arms and watched the master waving the peach wood sword in front of the altar with the Tiangang gossip step, and refuted very rudely:
"As far as his yang energy is concerned, he is not as good as the big guys next to him."
Wei Fuyuan raised his foot and kicked him, signalling Jiang Xiaoxiao, so that the host would not hear it.
For two people with yin and yang eyes, Taoist priests and monks can tell the difference between them just by looking at the color of the aura emitted by their bodies.
This Taoist priest is in his forties, if he is diligent in cultivation, he should have cultivated a body of true yang more or less.
But obviously, the other party is not a devout and hard-working person. He has a stance, but he is weak and weak. The spells he writes are no different from ordinary graffiti, so naturally don't expect to have the effect of warding off evil spirits. .