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What can she do? Arrest people and lock them up for a few days? That's against the law.Annoyed, Zheng Jing realized this fact, stared at Xia Qing for a while, and then said, "I'll go to your family and talk to your family about your superstitious feudalism!"

"Pfft!" Zheng Jing's words finally overwhelmed Xia Qing's last bit of self-control, and she burst out laughing.

Discussing the issue of strange powers and gods with those in the Xia family? This scene seems very interesting to imagine.

The students in front of them are not afraid of being "called parents" at all, which makes Zheng Jing feel a little unbelievable, but seeing Xiao Zhang staring at her, Zheng Jing always feels that the current appearance of herself and Xia Qing seems a little subtle, embarrassing Cough, cough, temporarily suspend this off-track topic.

"I'm going out first, you remember to stay well!" After finishing speaking, she turned and walked towards the door, paused when she passed Xiao Zhang, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't let Xia Qing go to the cemetery with her."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhang immediately stood straight and accepted the order.

About half an hour after Zheng Jing left, the village head had already made preparations.

Xiao Zhang took a special look at Xia Qing and saw that she was sitting leisurely in the living room eating a bowl of noodle soup, so that the village chief went out together.

However, he didn't know that within 5 minutes after he left, Xia Qing also put down the bowl, left the village chief's house and went out to the right.

Her target is not the second murder scene that has been sealed off, nor the bridge pier, nor the cemetery where weird things happened.

Xia Qing simply beckoned, and a figure appeared in the shadow, and she could see the stones and corners behind her through her body.

"Where is the pregnant woman's house?" There was no one around, Xia Qing looked ahead along the road, and there was no one in the corner of her eyes.

The figure raised its hand in one direction and pointed straight.

There was an invisible spiritual substance from the figure's hand all the way around the house and pointing to the distance, Xia Qing looked at it for a while, nodded, picked up a handful of wood ash and waved it towards the shadow: "As you wish. "

The figure raised its head, and stepped out of the shadows after the wood ash sprinkled on itself, standing in the sunlight.

The sun gradually illuminated her into a transparent color, and Xia Qing had already left here along the direction pointed by the spirit substance.

There was a vibration caused by a slight distortion in the space, a door that only the figure could see opened a crack, she walked in lightly through the crack, the door closed tightly again, and disappeared.

Chapter 51 The Bridge of Flesh ([-])

At that time, Zheng Jing was still ignorant of Xia Qing's strange behavior.

She just continued to rush to the scene of the second murder case, hoping to investigate more carefully, and maybe find some small clues that were overlooked at night due to the dim light.

She walked fast, always feeling a sense of urgency in her heart to end the case here, and accidentally knocked down a child when turning a corner.

"Sorry, are you okay?" Zheng Jing hurriedly helped the child up, bent down and patted the dust off her pants.

Fortunately, the children in winter were also dressed thickly, so they didn't get rubbed anywhere. The little girl just looked at Zheng Jing with wide eyes and shook her head: "I'm fine!"

Zheng Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when she saw another boy of about the same age running out from the back of this room, still shouting: "Yingzi, run again, be careful that my aunt gets angry and arrests you to fill the bridge pier oh!"

After shouting, the boy was dumbfounded. He hurriedly stopped his feet and stood there obediently, peeking at the little girl beside Zheng Jing, and gave her an annoyed look.

Yingzi grinned and made a face.

"Can you tell me what happened to the bridge pier you mentioned just now?" It should be the words of the two village children playing around and scaring the children, but now Zheng Jing is inevitably very sensitive to the word pier.

The little boy faltered for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I, I just scare Yingzi, that's how grandma scares me..."

Seeing that the little boy couldn't explain clearly, Yingzi pulled Zheng Jing's hand: "Let me tell you, big sister. Grandma said that there is a dragon king in the river. Sometimes the dragon king doesn't like to build bridges on the river. When he gets angry, he will always be there." If the bridge cannot be built, at this time, children must be sacrificed to the Dragon King, and the Dragon King will make the bridge successful."

It seems that it should be the kind of folk legend passed down by word of mouth. The boy saw what Yingzi said, and hurriedly added: "Yes, it is said that the bridge was built when enough people died."

The two children seemed to just regard this as a story, and no one else stopped them around. Zheng Jing asked them and they answered, there is nothing taboo.

"Thank you." Zheng Jing got the answer, said goodbye to the two children, and continued to walk to the scene of the second murder slowed down.

"Officer Zheng, there are only the fingerprints of the deceased on the iron pick that fell next to the deceased." Someone saw Zheng Jing coming and immediately reported the latest results.

The corpse had already been carried away. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and the humanoid frame, Zheng Jing was sure that she did not encounter the deceased when she came out of the village chief's house last night.

"But, what are you going to do when you come out with a pickaxe in the middle of the night?" A little police officer murmured not far away.

Zheng Jing thought for a moment, and immediately said: "Take that iron pick to the village and ask, whose is it?"

The little policeman next to him looked at Zheng Jing in surprise, and soon followed what she said.

The area around the crime scene is messy, because it is land, there are many footprints left, and it will take time to compare and judge.

Zheng Jing couldn't find any other clues. Apart from waiting, she could only think about the connection between the two cases and the relationship between the deceased.

The murderer's methods in both cases were very cruel, and the scene was bloody and bloody. According to Zheng Jing's judgment, it is more likely that the same person alleged it.Then it depends on the relationship between the two deceased... I remember it was mentioned in the document...

Zheng Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and walked back: "Go to the village chief!"

The two deceased, the village head and another person who died a few years ago, the four are good brothers who wear the same pair of pants.

Zheng Jing remembered that when she left the village chief's house, she said that there was something strange on the grave of the "old four".

As for the pick...the bones of the pier!

Feeling more and more uneasy, Zheng Jing ran towards the village chief's house.

Pushing open the door, the village chief's daughter-in-law, who was clearing the dining table, turned her head and looked at Zheng Jing suspiciously.

Zheng Jing strode over: "Has the village chief gone to the grave?"

The village chief's daughter-in-law nodded, and seemed to be frightened by Zheng Jing's expression, and did not dare to speak out.

"Take me to see!" Zheng Jing said immediately.

"...I don't know where it is." The village head's daughter-in-law took a step back, but what she said left Zheng Jing speechless.

Zheng Jing was taken aback, there was no other way, seeing that there were only two children in the room besides her, she was a little anxious: "Then do you know who can lead the way?"

"The second dog next door should recognize it." The village head's daughter-in-law thought for a while and said a name.It was the neighbor's son, seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was at home on vacation.

Zheng Jing nodded, turned around and was about to leave the house, but suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The village head's daughter-in-law looked at Zheng Jing in puzzlement and turned her head, startled by the anger on her face.

"... Xia Qing has gone out too?" When Zheng Jing said this, it made people feel that it was squeezed out of her teeth.

"Hmm..." The village chief's daughter-in-law responded, and added, "My father-in-law and the others left after a while, and she went out."

"!!" Zheng Jing's worry in the bottom of her heart became a reality, and she turned her head and left without saying a word.

She rushed to the next door and found Ergou to lead the way. The black-faced and fierce-looking policeman made Ergou dare not delay, and trotted away to take Zheng Jing to the cemetery.

Following Ergou, Zheng Jing couldn't tell if she was more worried or angry. While she didn't want Xia Qing to be in danger, she shouted that she should let Xia Qing encounter something and teach her a lesson.

However, what kind of things can make Xia Qing calm down? Back then when she almost fell from the dormitory building, she didn't see how scared Xia Qing was.