The efficiency of the sheriff is still very high. Before Zhuo Datong rushed home, the sheriff who was notified had arrived outside the courtyard of Zhuo Datong's old house.
Because of the request from the informant, the three sheriffs who came here did not wear uniforms, but went out in plain clothes to handle the case, looking like acquaintances came to visit.
Zhuo Datong welcomed the three of them into the house, and then recounted the ins and outs of the strange things that happened in the past two days. Because he had already had the experience of telling Old Man Ye before, he did not miss a word in the whole process in Jiangsu.
After the recount, Zhuo Datong took out the photos taken by his mobile phone.
He only took two photos. One was taken when his wife Jiang Guirong appeared for the first time, after wrapping her body, before waiting for Ye Laotou to bring his apprentice over.
The second one was the second appearance of Jiang Guirong's body. At the request of Old Man Ye, after he took a photo, the two apprentices were allowed to wrap Jiang Guirong's body with broken cotton wool.
So in the second photo, Jiang Guirong's whole body was taken completely, and even the sitting posture was exactly the same as when Zhuo Datong saw her.
The three sheriffs looked at it separately and found it incredible. One of them said: "Would you like to notify the special..."
Before he finished speaking, the other person shook his head: "Farewell for now. Last time we did not know how to investigate, they were invited to an ordinary case. Later, I was scolded by the captain and I heard that the captain was also divided into the game. The director scolded a bloody head."
"Well, I also think the investigation will be clear before speaking." The third person agreed.
Then one of the three sheriffs talked with Zhuo Datong and made a recording, asking about the key points to be understood, while the other two sheriffs inspected the yard together.
According to Zhuo Datong, the two of them checked the wooden chair in the middle of the yard and around the chairs, and then the corners and walls of the yard. One of them went to the side of the outer wall against a path to check.
It took an hour and a half before and after, and it can be said that the inspection was very careful.
Then the three sheriffs touched their heads, and one of the sheriffs who checked the scene said: "There is indeed a smell of corpses in the yard, and the strongest place is the wooden chair and the ground nearby."
Another sheriff continued: "There are traces of footsteps on the outer wall, but only the upper part of the sole of the foot is left, and it does not seem to have been left recently. As for the wall in the yard, there is no obvious sign. Shoe prints, but it does not rule out that people outside take a ladder and climb the wall and open the door of the yard."
The sheriff who made the record for Zhuo Datong shook his head, "It is impossible to tell whether it is man-made or there are other special circumstances. You collect some evidence, whether it is footprints, fingerprints, and the ground mud dripping into the corpse water. It’s better to take that wooden chair back for an inspection later."
Speaking of this, he turned his head back and said to Zhuo Datong: "This wooden chair is soaked in corpse water, and it will always emit a smell that cannot be removed. Anyway, you won't want it. We will take it back as evidence for identification."
"Okay, okay, you take it." Zhuo Datong nodded quickly.
Since Jiang Guirong's body came back for the second time, although the two apprentices of Old Man Ye and her two apprentices sent her back to the grave again, Zhuo Datong has always felt that there is an indescribable smell in the courtyard.
Because the floor has been cleaned and treated, and the wooden chair was washed with soap foam, he thought it was just the floor that was not cleaned, so there was a smell, but he did not expect that the corpse water had soaked the surface of the wooden chair, penetrated into the inner layer, and emitted for a long time. There was an unpleasant smell.
Ordinary people have no obvious concept of corpse smell, and can only use words such as "stinky" and "disgusting" to describe it.
In fact, this smell is like the smell of death mentioned in a book. It is actually based on the taste of licorice, mixed with a strong citrus smell, but this is not fresh orange, but that kind. Citrus industrial cleaner sprayed directly into the nose.
Its middle note is to open the bottle cap and put a day's worth of wine in the summer. The sourness is enough to attract a group of flies. The tail tone is a bucket of salted fish after exposure to the sun.
Just like perfume, the descriptions of the top note, middle note and end note are enough to explain the strong and deep scent.
The three sheriffs were busy wearing gloves for a while, and took away the evidence, including the smelly wooden chair.
It is said that they will go to Jiang Guirong's tomb again tomorrow morning to do a survey by the way.
After sending off the sheriff, Zhuo Datong felt relieved.
The earlier depression seemed to be released at this moment. He exhaled a sigh of breath and turned to look at the quiet old house, not a big courtyard, but the empty and quiet back room.
The photo frame of his wife's portrait was placed upright in the middle of the table in the back room, as if watching him calmly.
Zhuo Datong feels very tired. He has not had a good rest during this period of time. He is even more tired than caring for his wife who was seriously ill in bed.
He yawned heavily, took a shower, took off his clothes, threw them into the washing machine, turned on the automatic cleaning, and went to the bedroom.
He slept until six o'clock the next morning, because of the long-standing biological clock, at this point, he would wake up by himself.
I went to bed after 7 o'clock last night, and I was too tired. I slept for almost eleven hours. I was still lying down, and my stomach began to growl.
Zhuo Datong slowly sat up, got out of bed, and went to the living room of the back room, standing at the door, subconsciously glanced into the courtyard through the window.
There was nothing outside the yard, no figures, and nothing suspicious.
"It seems that it won't appear again."
He took a long breath.
At this moment, he firmly believed that the mask and wood carving that Shen Xing sold to him made his wife's body appear in the early morning and occupy the biggest suspicion.
And now the mask is gone, and the body does not appear again.
I went to the toilet, finished washing, went to the kitchen to boil five eggs, made a big cup of strong tea, and quickly ate three eggs.
Immediately, Zhuo Datong put the other two eggs in his pocket, and went out to wait on the side of the road leading to Beifeng Canyon at the entrance of the town.
He and the sheriff made an appointment to inspect the scene of his wife's grave, and the sheriff's car arrived on time according to the time. The three sheriffs in the car were still the three sheriffs yesterday, still wearing plain clothes.
The four people quickly came to Jiang Guirong's tomb. Zhuo Datong took a serious look. There was no scene of passiveness in the tomb, and it seemed that nothing happened.
In fact, after burying Jiang Guirong for the second time, Old Man Ye took out four coffin nails and asked the two apprentices to nail the four corners of the coffin separately, and chanted a lot of water to ward off evil spirits on the coffin board.
The sheriff watched for a long time, and consistent with what Zhuo Datong said, the tomb was obviously passive, but it had been restacked completely, and there was nothing else unusual.
After nothing was found out, the sheriff didn't plan to open the coffin for an autopsy, but left a phone number for Zhuo Datong to contact them at any time, and told him to contact them directly as long as he had any problems 24 hours a day.
The stone in his heart was completely put down, and Zhuo Datong seemed to be more energetic when he returned.
When I returned home, I thoroughly cleaned the hygiene, and then went out to buy some daily necessities. I watched TV at home by myself, nibbling on melon seeds and drinking tea.
That nervous and scared mood is slowly disappearing, except for the scene of Jiang Guirong sitting on a yard chair in his mind from time to time, the faint worry in Zhuo Datong's heart has been almost adjusted by himself.
The day passed quickly.
When sleeping at night, Zhuo Datong always felt that someone was in the room or standing by the bed looking at him at first, but he was still asleep after turning over and over for a while.
When he woke up the next day, Zhuo Datong ran to the window of the living room in the back room and took a close look at the courtyard outside.
Everything is business as usual.
His heart was completely let go at this moment, and he began to think about when to ask Shen Xing to get back half of the money for buying the mask wood carving.
There are no worries, no abnormalities. For Zhuo Datong, this day's life seems to have become a lot easier and more fulfilling.
He went to Ye Lao Man's place for a string of meetings, thanked the owner of the coffin shop, and returned home to pickle some pickles, ready to send two altars to Ye Old Man.
After dinner, I went to bed after nine o'clock, ready to go to bed early and get up early to keep my body better and replenish my energy.
After lying down that night, he thought nothing, no suspicion and fear, and fell asleep quickly.
When he woke up, Zhuo Datong opened his eyes in a daze, and then he was slightly stunned for a moment.
He found that it was still dark, took a look at the phone on the bedside table, and found that it was only a quarter past five.
In a daze, Zhuo Datong wondered why his biological clock was inaccurate, but he soon noticed that it was wrong, and a smell that he had been very familiar with over the past few days was permeating the house.
This is a... strong stench!
Zhuo Datong suddenly became sober a lot. He turned on the bedside lamp and felt that the stench seemed too obvious, as if he was in the house, not from the yard at all.
Turning his head in horror, he saw that he was lying on the side where Jiang Guirong had previously slept. At this moment, his wife was lying on his side again in the same position.
In the familiar shroud of color, the face and exposed palms were rotted by a third, the smell of corpses permeated, and the sheets had been soaked with black and red corpse water. (End of this chapter)