The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

Wu Bai's complexion was as white as paper, and he staggered and fell down.Gan Qing just slowly raised his hands, dumbfounded, as if he saw clearly what was on his hands.

The scarlet blood was still hot.

"Why, why—" Wu Bai was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. He was only an 11-year-old child, and he had never seen such a scene before!

Ganqing trembled, and supported the snow-covered ground with one hand, leaving a clear red handprint on the ground.His lips were chapped and he could hardly make any sound.

The flakes of snow fell on Qianqing's body, and they melted as soon as they touched the hot blood, and when they hit the face, the icy coldness was like a slap in the face, waking Qianqing out of fear.He was quite quick to react, he mobilized all his strength to prop up his body, and yelled at Wu Bai: "Call someone over here!"

Wu Bai was startled awake by his roar, and quickly turned around and stumbled towards the river bank.Qianqing stretched his hand into the door again. Obviously, someone was seriously injured and fell at the door of the house. If he wanted to open the door to save someone, he had to move that person away first.This person's death is uncertain, if he died for a long time, it would be a corpse.It is still a huge psychological challenge for people to carry the dead body when they can't see clearly.

However, Qian Qing didn't care, he couldn't care less.If the wounded were still alive, maybe they could still be saved.

He carefully moved the people in the room away until the door could open a narrow gap one person wide.Qian Qing flashed in.

There are two doors in the kitchen, one leads to the outside from the kitchen, and the second leads to the old bedroom next to it.Qianqing pushed the second door first, but the door was not pushed open, obviously there was a latch from the bedroom.

The doors and windows are closed.

The room was dark, only a gleam of light from the crack of the door just opened, which shone coldly on Qianqing's face, making his face as colorless as snow.He squatted down, squatting down gently.

Although the light is weak, it can still be seen clearly.

There was a man lying in a pool of blood with a huge gash in his neck, as if the head was about to be separated from the body, but the bones seemed to be still connected.Blood gushed out of his body continuously.There were injuries all over the body, and the arm seemed to be dislocated from the violent tugging.

Ganqing trembling hands, he saw the man's face, his mind went blank.

"Master Xia! Mr. Xia—oh, oh my god!" Only a dark voice could be heard coming from outside the door.Before Qianqing could respond, the door was pushed open abruptly, and the light outside the door shone in instantly, burning Qianqing's eyes.Hei Hei led a group of people to stand at the door of the house.

Everyone also saw clearly the people on the ground.

The remains in the pool of blood were illuminated by light.The light was bright, and it hit the ground, in a pool of blood——it hit the mute's still peaceful, delicate and beautiful face.

The dumb child lay mutilated on the ground, blood slowly flowing down from the tender neck.There was a bit of pain on her pretty face, but a bit of calm and naturalness, as if she wanted to last that quiet beauty until the last moment.

"Sister Dumb...why..." Hei Hei just repeated this sentence dumbly.The rest of the people were all stunned, as if they couldn't accept this fact.

For a brief moment, the world became so quiet that the only sound was the crackling of coals in the stove, the flames still alive.

Qu Ze stared wide-eyed, tore off his clothes, and subconsciously tried to stop the bleeding.

His clear mind seemed to be withdrawn at this moment. He looked at the ground, at the dumb young and beautiful face, at her almost broken neck, and at the blood gushing out of her.The arm that was thought to be dislocated was placed at an unnatural angle in a weird and weak manner, apparently completely broken.

She was fine in the morning.

Clearly felt that all sense organs seemed to have left him, but he... still smelled the smell of meat.

The strong aroma of meat is mixed with a slight medicinal aroma.In an instant, an old, strange and hoarse voice sounded in Qianqing's mind, awakening some kind of memory in him.It was the voice of the dead Granny Meng, singing the folk song of the five brothers:

snow covered east village

Hades came to this house

The rich man suddenly broke his neck

The girl ate the stake

Second child dropped the broth pot

Ganqing trembled, and subconsciously looked at the edge of the stove. The old clay pot was overturned, and the liquid inside kept dripping onto the table.

I can clearly see the residue inside, the pot was originally a big pot of broth.

how so--

Qu Ze stretched out his hand to feel the mute's pulse, but when he touched his skin, he felt cold.The mute's smooth arms were exposed outside, as white as snow, and extremely cold.

She has no pulse.

Qu Ze withdrew his hand and just shook his head.

Feng Jiuniang has been leaning on the door, perhaps the broken door is the only thing that can support her to stand up.The blood on her face was gone, and she seemed to fall down if the wind blows her.Feng Jiuniang is hot-mouthed and quick-talking, while the dumb child is calm, smart and quiet. It is very suitable for the two to work together.Feng Jiuniang didn't cry, but just stared blankly at the dumb face.

At this time, Shuiyun cried "Wow". She was the first one to cry. This was the mournful voice of a young girl. She didn't know how to hide her emotions, but just accepted the fact. At the extreme, tears burst from the bank.Shuiyun cried, and Heihei also shed tears when he heard the sound.Wu Bai was silent, biting his lip.

Duan'er's blue and white clothes were torn, Qianqing was about to take off his coat to cover Duan'er, his throat was choked, and he raised his head and asked Qu Ze, "What's going on?"

Qu Ze turned pale and bit his lip.

"Excessive bleeding."

The mute's neck seemed to be torn off or torn.Yes, tearing—maybe pulling it by hand, but not in this tearing state.It is impossible to tell the source of this strange scar.However, her hand was broken.

Ganqing couldn't bear this kind of scene, so he covered her with his outer clothes.The tender emerald color of the outer shirt was instantly dyed with a large amount of blood red, exaggerated.

Wu Bai also had red eyes, as if he had lost his soul.He held Mushu in his arms.

Gan Qing thought of Mu Xu in a split second, and saw that it was covered in wounds, with large blood stains on it, trembling and dying.This "dog" recalled a little bit of reason, and he took Mushu with both hands and carried it out.

The dead are dead, and any living beings should be rescued at this time.

Ganqing took a look at Quze, and the two strode into the hall room.Even though his legs and feet were not flexible, Qu Ze moved quickly, and took the medicine to bandage him up in no time.Qianqing's eyes are empty, and his heart is also empty.

Qu Ze took the ointment, checked it, and sighed: "Its hind legs are broken. Even if it recovers, it can only walk with a limp, and it has almost lost its ability to survive."

Qian Qing remained silent.

Mu Xu, like the mute, could not speak, but survived.

Qianqing thought of Duaner again.He closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to forget everything just now.He carried Mu Xu into his room.On the way, I got some cakes and fed it.After Qianqing entered the house, he stayed at home, didn't say a word, didn't eat any food, and fell into a drowsy sleep when night fell.

The next day he woke up when he heard the crowing of the rooster, and rubbed his eyes dryly, subconsciously feeling that the mute hadn't died yet.This is the second time Qianqing has seen a corpse.He also participated in the funeral, but the luxurious coffin is completely different from the dead body.

Gan Qing sat on the threshold and took a deep breath of the cold air.It was cold and windy in the early morning, and when I saw the ancient house in the distance, doubts arose in my heart.

He closed his eyes tightly, and only then began to think.

That day, he saw Mu Xu covered in blood, so he planned to go in, but when he went in, he saw the injured Mu Xu and the dead Mute.Mute was seriously injured and the wounds were extremely unusual. Her neck was torn, her body had multiple scars, and her hands were even dislocated.

The tear marks on the neck are very strange.Qu Ze said a few words to Qian Qing afterwards, but he didn't know how this kind of scar was formed.Simple human pulling cannot lead to such a tragic result, and the wounds caused by sharp weapons are not neat enough.

The strangest thing is not the wound.

Gan Qing felt a chill in his heart, he slammed into the door, and the door was bolted from the kitchen; the other door of the kitchen was bolted from the old bedroom next to it.How the mute was killed is unknown, but there must be a murderer, but how did this person escape?

Thinking of this, Gan Qing stood up and walked quickly towards the ancient house, regretting that he had reacted too slowly.He remembered clearly that when he knocked on the door yesterday, there were no footprints around.Then there is only one possibility.

The perpetrator entered the kitchen and then entered the bedroom, and after that...he never came out of the bedroom.

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