Daqing Criminal Division

Now that Zhang Bing's statement has been obtained, Duan Xiao also has some ideas to solve the case in private.

Although there may be some discrepancies from the final truth of this case.

The face of the real murderer who was hiding behind was still vague, but in his heart, he also had a clue about why this case started.

On that day, the sky in the county was a bit cloudy.

Seeing the dark clouds crowding the top of the head, I'm afraid it's going to rain lightly at night.

The rain that is expected to fall completely in the evening is somewhat similar to the one that fell the night before when Duan Xiao came to Songyang County for the first time.

That rain destroyed most of the murder evidence in the Stone Bodhisattva Temple.

This made the whole case a bit confusing, so when he got up in the morning, he looked at the gloomy sky outside the paper window, and he took a second look.

Once upon a time, when he was still in the capital, Duan Xiao once read a book written by Chen Sitai, a miscellaneous scholar of the former dynasty.

It is a book that addresses and heals the diseases of the human heart.

Duan Xiao will read this book because he always believes that not all diseases in a person's heart are madness, even if they cannot be cured with medicine, but generally speaking, imposing punishment is the real irresponsibility of patients.

There is a strange but true record recorded in that book.

It is said that a general in the Tang Dynasty suffered from a strange disease after he returned to the court because he saw too many corpses strewn all over the field, killing and bleeding when he was on the battlefield.

Whenever he has nightmares, he always dreams that there is a lot of blood in his hands that cannot be washed clean.

So this general needs to wash his hands several times a day at home, and several times of bathing can calm down the fear in his heart.

At the beginning, this symptom was only washed three or two times a day, but as the situation got worse, the general had to wash with water 34 times a day, until his hands were bleeding, he still felt the smell of blood on his body.

The ending of this person recorded in the book is that the general of the Tang Dynasty finally wiped his body madly with an iron brush at home, and bled to death in the bathtub. impression.

Most of the special cases in this world are caused by heart disease.

It turns out that there are ins and outs. A mentally ill person with many personal habits likes to do the same thing under similar circumstances.

For example, in an extremely dark and closed environment, or in thunder or rain.

This is a method hidden deep in their hearts.

Because these things often once brought them the most fearful things in their hearts, this will induce this series of criminal incidents caused by heart disease.

Also because there are other things to do in the afternoon.

So after breakfast in the morning, when Duan Xiao went to the yamen alone to seal the coffin of the deceased, he happened to hear Zhao Fuzi and Zhang Yuanlang at the door talking about it.

At that time, two young yamen servants were sitting on the threshold eating a handful of fried soybeans.

Soybeans are delicious, but if you eat too much, your stomach will swell.

Originally, it could not be regarded as a serious meal, but Zhao Fuzi and Zhang Yuanlang were still young, and they liked to chew some crunchy and crispy things in their mouths, so they also took a small bag, held them in their hands, laughed and teased each other, and exchanged meals.

When Duan Xiao came, they called him, and immediately, the man stopped in front of the yamen, talked to the two little yamen servants, and looked at the fried soybeans that he did not know where he got.

"Where did you get the fried soybeans in your hands?"

Duan Xiao lowered his head and asked.

"Hey, Master Duan, we told you, but you must not tell anyone else."

Zhao Fuzi smiled and begged for mercy.

"Okay, let's talk about it."

In the past two days, I have gotten quite close to them, and Duan Xiao also smiled.

"It was picked up for nothing when Yuen Long and I went up the mountain that day, just two days before the murder happened that day."

"I picked it up for nothing?"

When I heard that the murder happened two days before, my heart sank.

But facing the other people, Duan Xiao, who was covering his hands in his sleeves, still didn't show any superfluous expressions, and only asked along the topic in front of him.

"There are such good things in the world? Can you tell me where I picked them up?"

"Yes, at that time a whole bag of moldy soybeans was thrown at the bottom of the unnamed hill behind the temple. We both saw the mouth of the bag shriveled, as if a lot had been dumped on the ground, but there were still more than half of the clean soybeans left. I picked it up and fried it when I came back, it’s still delicious.”

"..."

"I heard that there are many houses and temples in the south, and the clay statues in the temples are not made of solid clay, but filled with rotten soybeans and glutinous rice juice wrapped in mud. Whenever it rains, take this solid clay Soybeans are repaired a lot, and we guessed that since this bag of soybeans that were used as waste soil was lost, why not let us pick them up and fry them."

The speaker of this sentence has no intention.

The listener has a heart.

A thunderbolt was cast in the haze that had lasted for many days, revealing the ins and outs of certain things for a while.

Duan Xiao listened to these words, but said nothing.

But somewhere in the dark, he finally figured out some questions that had been lingering in his heart about what remained in the Bodhisattva Temple that night.

On this day, before leaving, he still asked Zhao Fuzi and Zhang Yuanlang for the fried soybeans, and took out a piece of white cloth that had been used for autopsies all the year round in his sleeve and wrapped it up. Then he thanked the two for walking away. up.

This is a seemingly small thing.

On this day, Songyang County was still calm, and nothing major happened.

But that night, when Duan Xiao was about to return to Yizhuang, he happened to encounter a crisis, a crisis that almost killed him since he came to Songyang——

seventeenth.

rainy night.

Songyang Street.

The drizzle drenched the eaves, and there was a 'crackling' sound of beating on the surrounding edge.

Except for Ye Xiangbo, who came out late at night, pushing a cart and going to the groundwater area outside the city to clean up ditches for two days, and another tall and burly umbrella bearer who wore a woman's dress and repaired shoes was also walking. dark place.

At this moment, there was still some time before the curfew in the city, and the black figure whose face was half covered by the edge of the umbrella clearly knew this, so he also left in a hurry.

No one on the road noticed that 'her' was a bit weird in her dress, and her figure was also different.

In addition, the face of 'her' is blurred, as if covered with water vapor, so it is not clear who it is.

But 'her' was holding a long cloth bag, as if she was holding something in it, and several pieces of tarpaulin were tightly wrapped around it, so it was airtight, not even a trace of things could leak out.

"Hey, girl, it's late at night, you're still going out as a woman, it's going to rain heavily, go back quickly."

Ye Xiangbo, who was pushing the cart ahead, witnessed all this, and said this to 'her' from a distance.

The 'woman' in his mouth didn't speak when he heard the words, lowered his head and didn't show his face under the umbrella, just took the long cloth bag in his hand and walked away to the depths of the alley.

"Whose family is this, is it weird?"

Ye Xiangbo, who was carrying the wooden barrel, was even more surprised when he saw this, he only looked at the back and muttered a few words to himself but stopped talking.

It was also when the black shadow walked away that 'she', who was alone, stopped a little.

The face of 'her' is faintly projected on the water spots under the feet, and the world does not know that 'she' is him, not the five women who were initially framed.

Because he is the real stone bodhisattva.

rain.

This was originally the most feared and unforgettable thing in 'her' heart.

Many years ago, every dark and endless rainy night.

At that time, "she", who was still young, was about to be humiliated by a woman locked at home, or not allowed to go out, and often beat him with a fire stick and cursed some words in her mouth.

The woman was his older sister, who was fat and overbearing.

He is also many years older than him, and often yells at home rough and harsh.

Originally, she was married to a butcher, but then the heartless butcher found a prostitute outside and kicked her out happily, so his sister went back home and became an unwanted abandoned woman.

Because she hated the butcher for abandoning her, she ate wine and went crazy at home every day.As long as you are not happy after eating, roll up your sleeves and slap him a few times, and then punish him for taking off his pants for a man, kowtow and drill her for a woman's skirt.

The thing in his pants/crotch/hadn't grown up then.

Then he always had to be kicked and beaten by that vicious woman, and then he was half-frightened and half-beaten like this, thus leaving the root of the disease that cannot be erased for a lifetime.

Whenever it rained, he would take off his pants and kneel down to humiliate that woman's skirt, and endure the insults in his ears again and again.

The thing that crawled under the skirt a little bit became a memory that he hated, was furious, and loathed himself all his life.

Until he was fully grown up, but it was hard to forget at all.

He didn't dare to let others know this unspeakable secret. As a man, he had lowered his head and slipped through that woman's skirt time and time again, so as time passed, he himself didn't dare to face up to the fact that he was a man.

He was suffering from an incurable disease - he liked to collect the dresses left by his sister.

Every time he wears it on his body, his spirit, which has been irritated again and again due to fear and hatred, can restore his inner peace.

As a man, let yourself become a woman in your heart, and you won't have the humiliation, fear and resentment you had back then.

But Songyang County is a place where people come and go, that's why he has to disguise himself again and again, put on a man's coat, but live like a sensitive and beautiful woman inside.

He once thought that he would be able to keep this secret well his whole life, and that one day he would be able to live a life without being stared at by outsiders, but whoever let it go, who let it go... That night, the incident happened like this——

Thinking in this way, he clenched his palms viciously in the darkness, and a trace of raging and deep-seated hatred surged up in his heart because of what happened that night in the Stone Bodhisattva Temple.

In the past few days, the county government has been looking for someone everywhere, but 'her' disguise can hardly be hidden.

At that moment, the shadow of the 'woman' standing in the dark alley holding an umbrella stood in the dark and saw a person walking towards her from a distance, and she also caught eyes with the person who had been followed all the way here and was finally left alone , the other party also found him.

"..."

"..."

When the two looked at each other, the person standing at the other end of the alley didn't see clearly who the other was at first.

But seeing the 'woman' standing still strangely, holding an umbrella alone, Duan Xiao still squinted his eyes, subconsciously stood up and stopped talking .

Because he had already seen clearly the long cloth bag wrapped in cloth in the 'woman''s hand.

With his eyesight, he immediately recognized that it looked like a bone-crushing knife. This kind of knife is usually seen in butcher shops, and it is afraid that people without ordinary strength can't handle it.

Such a terrifying weapon used to kill and mutilate corpses, ordinary men may not be able to handle it.

This tall and burly murderer can be picked up with one hand like this, which shows that this person at least knows some physical skills, and has the ability to easily chop off Duan Xiao's head, limbs and feet with this knife.

It was also at this juncture that I saw 'she' approaching me step by step without saying a word.

Duan Xiao silently stepped back a few steps, but before he could find some chance to escape, the perverted criminal in this serial murder case rushed over and slashed at Duan Xiao's face with a knife!

"—!"

In the dark, in order to avoid the knife in front of him, Duan Xiao was hit by the man in black who suddenly attacked him directly opposite him, so he had to wave the umbrella in his hand, and was pushed out by the other party.

But he is not a scholar who is completely helpless, on the contrary, he himself is also a madman with abnormal spirit.

That's why he knew very well that it would be really stupid to wait for death at this critical moment.

And smelling the smell of blood flowing down from half of the clothes cut by the bone-crushing knife, a burst of rage surged in his heart, like a lunatic whose senses were also stimulated, he waved the one beside the wall Row of bamboo poles.

These bamboo poles, which fell in the rain, were originally some remnants of wood piled aside.

So this blow was very powerful, and the 'Stone Bodhisattva' who was stabbed straight on by him covered his arm and howled.

Seeing this, the bamboo stick Duan Xiao picked up was still dripping blood.

But when he dragged his bleeding body, and looked down at the 'stone Bodhisattva' in front of him blankly, he wiped his blood-spattered face and showed a strange expression.

Slowly narrowing his eyes, the red centipede-like scar made his face pale and gloomy, and made him look at the dark man strangely.

"Ha ha……"

At this glance, the two of them, who were stuck in this rainy alley like two crazy beasts, didn't speak a word.

But immediately afterwards, the two of them were still splashed with rainwater, and they were forced to fight in the dark.

But this most of the night was approaching the curfew.

Even the government patrols can't run into this deserted alley. This 'Stone Bodhisattva' must have seen this point, so he came here to wait for the opportunity to kill him.

Plus it was slippery under the eaves.

Although Duan Xiao and the murderer did not compete at first, it was because of the illness he contracted many years ago.

The murderer who finally had the upper hand still seized the opportunity, viciously swung the blood-dripping bone-breaking knife in his hand, and slashed at his neck again——

Thunder and lightning startled, covered with rain.

When the pale-faced Duan Xiao was hit by the wall deep in the alley, he was about to be hit by the knife.

But at this moment, a man with equally good skills appeared from behind him, pulled him to avoid the bone-breaking knife again, embraced him behind him, and at the same time flew up to meet the murderer holding the knife That's it.

The man who saved him had a mask on his face.

It was a very strange mask, and others were startled when they saw it in the middle of the night.

The most important thing is that this mask is somewhat similar to the murderer.

Or half male and half female, painted and painted, weird and abnormal.

This scene shocked the murderer who was about to continue to commit crimes in the rain, and then realized that someone else was coming, so 'she' took a step back suddenly, got up and ran quickly.

It is useless to continue chasing at this time.

Because the end of the road is dark.

The murderer was afraid that he had figured out that there was no one around Yizhuang, so he dared to commit the murder.

Seeing this, Duan Xiao clutched the bloody scar on his chest and leaned against the wall as if to fall down, but was helped by the man who had just appeared out of nowhere.

This time, it was Duan Ou's shoulder that was supported.

But he was very guarded, and he dodged as soon as he stepped back.

The person who was similar in stature to him paused when he saw this, then simply withdrew his hands and said nothing, just took off that strange ugly mask and clasped his hands together.

"Hey, can you still stand up?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

The man's hand was very warm, and when he was pulling him, he caught the physical evidence that was just about to be taken away. In the heavy rain, the man looked down at Duan Xiao again, and it was the same look. These two people could be seen clearly who each other is.

——It was that Fucharzi again.