Thriller Night Talk

Friday, August 8, at 6:47pm.

Beiquan, Qingzhu, and Aliu set off from the military airport by a small special plane. 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 up.

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 time of driving, Bei Quan glanced at ten lines and quickly checked the situation of the deceased.

The skinned young man was named Wang Baotai, born in 199×, and would have turned 24 this year if he hadn't died.

Wang Baotai was born in a small village called Maoyang in the northwest. There are four brothers and sisters in his family, and he is the youngest son.

Like the vast majority of young people in the village, after completing the nine-year compulsory education, they either go to the county town to study a vocational high school or technical secondary school, or they simply go to work in coastal cities with their friends.

Wang Baotai chose the latter.

He left home at the age of 17 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 while. In the last two years, he was employed by an instrument assembly factory. Not bad, this year I was promoted to a workshop team leader based on seniority.

Only about ten days ago, Wang Baotai's father accidentally fell when he went out to visit friends, and he never got up again.

I don’t know where I hit it. After falling, the old man fell into a coma. He also suffered from persistent high fever, chills and cramps. He was hurriedly sent to the county hospital by his family. Even the doctors couldn’t do anything. He is critically ill, saying that he is afraid that he will die.

According to the customs of 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 their son and daughter who had left home to come back to see the old man for the last time, and at the same time asked the hospital to pull out the oxygen tube, and took the old man home with only one breath left.

Wang Baotai answered the phone at home, and when he heard that his father was dying of illness, he hurriedly reported to the factory for personal leave and rushed back to his hometown overnight.

When turning here, Beiquan stopped the quick reading, closed his eyes, and quickly ran through the case in his mind.

Because of time constraints, Wang Baotai had to spend several hundred dollars 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 a flight to a nearby provincial capital, and then transfer to a long-distance bus to the county seat, and finally return to the county seat. Spend a hundred or ten yuan in the county town to find a motorcycle or pheasant rental or something, and ask the other party to send me to the village.

It would take at least a day and a night to go all the way.

The police found Wang Baotai's ticket purchase records and boarding information in the airline company, and specially adjusted the airport monitoring to confirm that he was correct.

The flight landed safely without any setbacks on the way.

Then, the long-distance bus from the provincial capital to the county seat also found Wang Baotai's ride records, and the police also determined from the built-in monitoring of the bus that it was the deceased himself who was riding.

It's just that after the car arrived in the county, the clues were cut off. The police visited many times, but so far they haven't found any reliable witnesses.

"So, Wang Baotai disappeared on the way back to his hometown from the county?"

While Qingzhu and Aliu were still reading the materials, Beiquan had already read through them and engraved all the information firmly in his mind like photocopies:

"Also, the place where the body was found doesn't match the route he took home?"

A criminal police officer sitting in the passenger seat replied:

"That's right, the ravine where the body was found is more than 40 kilometers away from Maoyang Village, and it's not on the only way from the county seat to the village. Also, the ravine is obviously not the first scene of the crime, so there should be no doubt that the corpse was dumped."

Beiquan nodded.

Attached are several photos of the scene.

The valley where the corpses were dumped was located in a hidden, remote and desolate place. If it hadn’t been for the recent two-day heavy rain in the local area, which caused a type of mudslide and blocked the mountain road. I don't know that people can only find it in the year of the monkey.

By that time, not to mention the loss of a layer of skin, the remains may have already been turned into dry bones, and even identifying the name of the bones will have to go through a lot of trouble.

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 you three want to go to see the scene first? Or should you go to see Wang Baotai's body first?"

Hearing this question, Beiquan raised his head, just in time to meet 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 go to the corpse first."

"no problem."

The criminal policeman who was driving agreed, got off the national highway, and drove towards the county seat.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the car stopped in front of the County Public Security Bureau.

Two policemen led them to the morgue, where Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu finally saw Wang Baotai's body.

It was midsummer, and a skinned corpse was discovered after two days of drying in the wild. It had already begun to rot, and it was quite disgusting both in appearance and smell.

When the white cloth was lifted to reveal the rotten and swollen skinless corpse, the two criminal policemen who had seen it more than once also frowned reflexively and looked away, showing a look of discomfort.

But Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu were more calm than each other, and they didn't even move their eyebrows.

"Forensic doctors did not find any obvious traumatic injuries on Wang Baotai's body."

A policeman flipped through the autopsy report and said to the three:

"And the skinning method is also very professional, and there are almost no traces of knife wounds on the corpse."

He turned back two pages.

"Common poison tests are all negative..."

The policeman paused and came to a conclusion:

"Wang Baotai's cause of death has not yet been clarified."

Beiquan and Qingzhu exchanged a look.

No fatal injuries, no poison, no abnormalities in the autopsy, a healthy young man just died for no reason...

Qing Zhu's eyes were serious, and she said in a low voice: "Nothing else, just this, just like Xu Lei."

Xu Lei's body was found in time at that time, so he could still see a little black spot on his temple, but Wang Baotai didn't even have skin, so it was impossible to know whether his temporal horn was bruised.

In fact, no matter how the murderer killed the person, the original plan should have been quite perfect.

After he peeled off the human skin, he carried 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 then, the corpse would have been decomposed into a mess, and there might even be 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 alarming the "special seven" people.

It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as the sky's calculations, and the murderer was a little bit behind, just in time for the heavy rain to damage the mountain road, and the stench of corpses attracted the attention of the road construction team, which made his painstakingly arranged plan come to nothing.

"is it okay?"

Beiquan raised his hand towards the two criminal policemen.

Interpol: "??"

Then they were shocked to see that Beiquan didn't wear gloves, and stretched out his hand without changing his face, and touched the head of the skinless corpse.

Police: "!!!"

——What did this person do before! ?This psychological quality is too tough! ?

The two young men were both terrified, and their expressions were full of complaints in their hearts.

At this time, Beiquan had carefully lifted the forensic doctor's knife, exposing the skull below the section, observed it carefully, and then shook his head at Qingzhu.

The two policemen didn't know what he meant, but Qingzhu understood.

Beiquan was telling him that there was no trace of iron nails on Wang Baotai's skull. In other words, this man's soul was probably not taken away by the murderer like Xu Lei.

"okay."

Beiquan recovered the body, went to the corner to wash his hands, and smiled at the two criminal policemen:

"Now, please take us to the scene where the body was found."

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Friday, August 8, at 6:05 pm.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an are at Cai and Su's house, watching the current situation of the living room through the handrail of the corridor on the second floor.

The Taoist priest invited by the head of the family is said to be the host of a famous Taoist temple on Yueling Mountain, and his reputation has always been good. Whenever there is a wedding or wedding in the nearby villages and towns, and they are willing to spend more money to manage it, they will usually ask the Taoist priest to help. .

But the Taoist priest is usually very lonely, and he doesn't want to go out easily.

This time, they are willing to come to Cai and Su's house because of the favor of the village chief and the generous reward of 30 yuan for a ritual ceremony.

Today the Taoist priest came to the door, first he went around their house several times with a compass, pointed out many problems of improper geomantic omen, then calculated the horoscopes of Cai Mingjian and Su Lang, and came to the conclusion that it should be the marriage palace of the two of them. What's wrong, and the female hostess is in the Palace of Illness and Huo this year. She is weak and weak, and her life is unfavorable. Naturally, she is easily invaded by dark things.

So the Taoist chief called a group of young and strong young men, and first tossed the house inside and out thoroughly, changing everything that could be moved or changed, and then repaired everything on the courtyard wall, door lintel, and house beams. A row of yellow talismans was pasted on the ceiling and on the windows, and finally the altar was opened, and the practice was started in the completely changed main hall—that is, the living room.

"Hmph, with this little ability, you still dare to play tricks!"

Jiang Nan'an folded his arms and watched the mage swinging the mahogany sword in front of the altar with Tiangang gossip steps, and retorted very bluntly:

"As far as his yang energy is concerned, he is not as good as the group of big guys next to him."

Wei Fuyuan raised his foot and kicked him, signaling Jiang to keep his voice down so that the master should not hear him.

For two people who have opened their yin and yang eyes, the magic power of Taoist priests and monks can be distinguished by just looking at the color of the halo emitted from the body.

This Taoist priest is more than 40 years old, if he is diligent in cultivation, he should more or less cultivate a body of true yang.

But it is obvious that the other party is not a pious and hardworking person. He has an empty posture, but he is weak and weak, and the spells he wrote are no different from ordinary graffiti. Naturally, don't expect to have the effect of exorcising evil spirits .