Hei Ying's reaction was very fast. At the critical moment, he rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an's fists and feet, rubbing the ground and rolling out a full two meters, jumping three feet high, and then Escape into the woods.
Darkness couldn't block Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an's vision, but the lush vegetation and rugged terrain could add great trouble to their tracking.
They have now reached the junction of the village and the back mountain. In front of them is an iron fence with a height of two and a half meters. Behind the fence is a path leading to Yueling Mountain.
For ordinary people, this height of the fence is not easy to climb, but the black shadow has the ability to pass through the wall and over the wall, coupled with the agility, move like a rabbit, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an both know that a mere railing can't stop it. live with it.
Seeing that the shadow was about to escape immediately, Jiang Nan'an took out another thing from his arms and threw it towards it.
This time, the shadow didn't have time to dodge, and a red light hit its back, knocking it to the ground.
"Yah!!"
Both Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an heard a shrill and shrill scream.
The shadow was knocked flying, obviously not lightly.
But it still got up tenaciously, slammed its head over the fence, and fled into the mountains.
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an didn't have the ability to pass through walls, so even if the two of them were agile, it would take some effort to climb over the railing.
And the black shadow is like a little beast driven to a dead end by a hunter, disregarding his own injuries, and only thinking about running for his life.
In the two seconds that Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were blocked by the fence, it had escaped the range of their heavenly eyes and disappeared into the forest where it was so dark that they could not see their fingers.
"Tsk!"
Jiang Nan'an jumped off the wall and clicked his tongue vigorously.
"It was obviously hit, but it still let it run!"
Wei Fuyuan also jumped down, "What did you throw just now?"
"Oh."
Jiang Nan'an spread out his hand and showed the little things he had saved in his hand.
It was a copper coin with a red thread tied to it. The shape was very familiar, and Wei Fuyuan knew where it came from at a glance.
"Before I set off, Beiquan gave it to me, saying it was for me to carry."
Sure enough, Jiang Nan'an confirmed Wei Fuyuan's guess.
"...Then why didn't he give it to you and not me?"
Wei Fuyuan looked at the coin in Jiang Nan'an's hand, and was very pleased, and there was a bit of grievance in his tone.
Jiang Nan'an answered in seconds without thinking:
"Of course it's because I've practiced throwing hidden weapons!"
The implication is that if you throw it, can you throw it accurately
Wei Fuyuan was originally trying to find fault, but when he heard this, he wilted like a deflated ball.
Jiang Nan'an searched the grass for a while, and found the two copper coins he threw out.
These two coins are genuine Great Five Emperor coins collected by Beiquan through some special channels. In terms of historical value and the amount of money in the world, they are very valuable in themselves. More importantly, they are expensive and have no market, so it is difficult to obtain genuine coins. .
It's just that the warding off evil effect of ancient coins comes from the yang qi contaminated on them. If the yang qi is depleted due to improper storage or other reasons, it will become a small copper piece without any special features.
"Look at this."
Jiang Nan'an showed Wei Fuyuan the copper coins he picked up.
In the eyes of the two of them, these coins should have shown a bright crimson.
But now that layer of red has almost faded, and the coins are densely covered with tiny cobweb-like cracks, and the edges are covered with patina, as if they were funerary objects just dug out of the soil.
Wei Fuyuan frowned, thought about it carefully, and quickly understood the reason: "Is it because of the shadow just now?"
Jiang Nan'an nodded: "That thing is too yin to deal with!"
Wei Fuyuan's brow furrowed even tighter: "But it ran away..."
Jiang Nan'an also had a bitter face:
"Yeah! We have to figure out what to do next."
Wei Fuyuan thought for a while: "No matter what the real body of the shadow is, its target is Su Lan, and I think it will go back."
"you're right."
Jiang Nan'an scratched his hair, "That's the only way it can be now."
Originally, the two planned to kill with one hit, but Naihe let the target run away.
So we can only drag the one-ball decision into overtime, and wait to see when Sombra will reappear.
"Ugh!"
Jiang Nan'an sighed:
"I still have to figure out how to explain it to Cai Mingjian and Xiaolan!"
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Saturday, August 7th, 10:20 a.m.
A car stopped at the entrance of Maoyang Village.
The road in the village is very narrow, making it difficult to drive. Two detectives led Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu to the house of the deceased Wang Baotai on foot.
Wang Baotai's hometown lives in the east of the village, an old two-story building surrounded by a small courtyard with earthen walls.
There were some poultry in the yard, but at this time, no one cared about these poor little animals who were so hungry, chirping, and chasing after people.
The news of Wang Baotai's death has long been reported back to the family, but because of the extremely vicious murder case, the body is still lying in the freezer in the morgue of the County Public Security Bureau, and the ashes cannot be returned to the family after cremation, so the family can't send a funeral. .
Wang Baotai's two brothers and one sister all returned to their hometown three days ago. They originally planned to rush back to see their father for the last time, but now they have to deal with the funeral of their 23-year-old younger brother.
When Beiquan and the others arrived, they saw that the Wang family hadn't really set up the ceremony, but it was a miserable wind and rain. Everyone was dressed in black and had sackcloth wrapped around their arms.
There was a big brazier in front of the main room. Several women threw paper money into the basin while crying. Several men gathered together to count all the items needed for the mourning hall. They were also busy contacting a Feng Shui master to visit the cemetery.
The leader was Wang Baotai's eldest brother, who obviously recognized the two police officers, and immediately surrounded him with his brother-in-law, and repeatedly asked how the case was being investigated. When can my brother's body be cremated? We are here waiting for the funeral, and if you miss the first seven, you will be in trouble.
The two police officers quickly explained that the case was still under investigation, and that Wang Baotai's body had to be kept in the bureau for a few more days.
The eldest brother of the Wang family immediately became anxious when he heard the words, grabbed the hand of one of the police officers, and said that the case could be solved slowly, but someone had to be buried first!
This village is located in the old land of the pre-Qin period, and it pays attention to treating death as life. It insisted on burial for 20 years. Now the customs have changed, but there are still many rules in the funeral, and it is easy to refuse to compromise.
Therefore, the Wang family understands that it is not easy for the police to investigate, and they do not urge them to solve the case. They only hope that they can bury Wang Baotai in time.
The young people of the Wang family gathered around the two policemen to beg, while the older ones cried out in the outer ring, and the whole garden was full of chickens and ducks and dogs barked, making it as lively as a vegetable market.
Beiquan took a few steps back silently, pretending that he was just a passerby.
In the commotion, his eyes fell on an old man.
The man's skin was dark and yellow, his face was full of ravines, his head was full of luxuriant hair, and his back was hunched.
Beiquan has a very good memory and can never forget it.
Although he had only seen the ID photo once, Beiquan recognized it almost immediately through a scorpion on the old man's face. He was Wang Baotai's biological father.
"Master Wang."
Beiquan lined up the noisy crowd, walked straight to Uncle Wang, and asked softly:
"Your old man's health is better?"
Uncle Wang was crying sadly, when he saw Beiquan, such a fair and handsome unfamiliar brother suddenly appearing to talk to him, the cry suddenly got stuck in his throat, his eyes widened, and he replied in a local accent:
"Okay, much better..."
Beiquan narrowed his eyes.
He clearly remembered that about ten days ago, the old man accidentally fell when he went out, and he couldn't afford it. He stayed in the ICU for a few days in the county hospital and did not get better. Take it home and "wait".
It was precisely to see the old man for the last time that Wang Baotai took leave and rushed back to his hometown overnight.
It's just that although the old man is crying heartbroken and looking very haggard, he can barely support him with crutches, but there is still a long way to go from "no way".
There is no reason for the Wang family to let the old man pretend to be sick and deceive their three sons and one daughter to go home.
Then a dying old man who had to rely on intubation to survive a few days ago suddenly can walk and cry, there are only three possibilities - either the intensive care unit of the county hospital is a quack doctor, or some medical miracle has really happened, or - among these Don't be tricky.
The two police officers were still explaining to the Wang family that Qingzhu and Aliu had noticed Beiquan's actions.
So the three led Uncle Wang away from the crowd, walked to the corner of the main room, and spoke quietly.
The old man was surrounded by three strangers and was very uneasy. But I heard that they were sent by the city to investigate the case. After he wanted to ask him a few questions, he quickly nodded and said that he would fully cooperate.
Before questioning, Beiquan said to Aliu, "Excuse me."
A Liu nodded and said nothing. He only reached out to hold Uncle Wang's wrist, put his two fingers on the pulse gate, and gave the old man a pulse.
After a while, the little girl let go of the old man, turned her head and said to Beiquan and Qingzhu:
"It is indeed a disease of foreign evil invading the body."
Beiquan and Qingzhu exchanged glances, and they both saw the same guess as themselves in the other's eyes.
The "exogenous evil" in Miss Aliu's mouth is not the same concept as the "external evil" in traditional Chinese medicine. It refers not to natural qi such as wind, cold, wind, heat, and heat, dampness, and soil poison, but to yin and evil.
In other words, the elderly are not just sick.
Someone deliberately introduced evil energy into his body, making him unconscious, with a high fever, convulsions and convulsions, and he looked like he was about to die.
It is difficult to say that it is difficult to let external evils enter the body, and it is not easy to say that it is easy.
The easiest way to do this is to take people with light horoscopes, weak yang qi, weak body, and low fortune to a place where yin qi gathers like a cemetery for a walk.
But if not only accurate hits, but also control the severity of the disease after the evil qi enters the body, it must be a technical work that can only be done by "professionals".
But this uncle Wang is just an old farmer over 60 years old in the mountain valley in the northwest. Who is it and why is he tossing him so deliberately