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

In the middle of the night, Qianqing quietly closed the door and came out.The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to snow again.However, the cold wind continued, the dark clouds seemed to disperse at any time, and the moonlight would poke out its head.He walked quickly to the sarcophagus and waited for Qu Ze.

Qu Ze came after a long time.She guessed that Qian Qing would arrive first, she didn't dare to arrive early, and she didn't dare to wait in front of the coffin alone.

"Xia, Mr. Xia..." Qu Ze's voice trembled slightly.

It's always a good idea to say something nice to a girl.Ganqing quickly praised: "Although you are a woman, you are smart and alert, that's why I asked you to come here. Can you see the surroundings clearly?"

He knew that Qu Zeye had poor eyesight.Qu Ze sighed and complained, "You alone can't lift the lid of the coffin, so I have to come. It's better that I can't see clearly, it's better than seeing ghosts!"

The night wind whimpered, and the lamp shadow kept shaking.The night was weird, and Qianqing wanted to finish the work and go back to the house early, so he comforted Quze and advised her to act quickly: "You also know that opening the coffin is disrespectful to the deceased. But what I saw last night A human figure, no, a ghost figure, it’s too dumb...it’s right there.” Qian Qing stretched out his hand to point to the distance, but Qu Ze didn’t dare to look up.

"I must confirm whether she...is still in the coffin." Without fear, Qianqing raised the lantern and shook it a few times.The lantern is extremely bright, and I don't know how much lamp oil has been added to it.

Qu Ze still didn't move.Ganqing said again: "I was frightened yesterday, and I reflect on it today. Where are there ghosts in the world? Where are there demons? The mute died so unnaturally, of course we have to figure it out."

When Qu Ze heard this, he complained, "How do you know there are no ghosts in the world? Aren't you afraid?"

Qian Qing was just taken aback, shook his head and smiled and said, "I don't know if there are ghosts, I used to be afraid."

"You can believe the retribution?"

"My mother believes in Buddhism and reincarnation. And I," Qian Qing continued with a smile, "I don't know what I believe in. If it were Yi Xiangquan... He said that people have the desire to change things, so they have to use Existing laws, although they follow the times and not blindly obey them, are the way to survive. And the strangeness of events is incredible, but they can finally be explained. Uh, can you lift that side?"

Qianqing changed the subject in time.The remarks between Yi Xiangquan and him happened after Fu Shangxing committed suicide.Qian Qing avoids mentioning this matter, so he does not want to discuss it with Qu Ze.

Qu Ze supported the lid of the coffin according to his words, and continued to ask: "Mrs. Xia believes in Buddhism, Mr. Yi believes in people... Then, what do you believe in?"

Gan Qing smiled: "Then let's see what's in the coffin."

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and in an instant, the moon was shining brightly, and the snow was pure white.

The white coffin seemed to be polished from marble, very smooth.Gan Qing touched it, feeling icy cold, as if stroking on ice and snow.The weather was originally cold, but now that the dumb child has been lying in the coffin for two days, the body will definitely not rot.

Assuming she's really dead—

Hastily buried, the nails were not firmly driven.Gan Qing pulled out the iron nail, groped for the gap, raised his head and said to Qu Ze: "I'll call out the chant, let's carry it together."

If Xiang Quan was present, he would definitely scold Gan Qing for not knowing etiquette. Why would Qu Ze, a woman, do such a thing with Qian Qing?However, this Wu Village is weird and unusual, everyone has their own thoughts, and the only person who can be trusted is Qu Ze.

She just stood still.Ganqing rolled her eyes, women are busy and troublesome.But he was helpless, so he calmed down and persuaded: "If you respect your heart, you will naturally respect it. Why bother with politeness. Come on, you carry that head up, and let's move it."

Qu Ze's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.She was slightly taken aback, and quickly lowered her head.Qian Qing just raised his bright eyes and asked a few words with a smile.

"Are you afraid? There is me. What can you see when you lower your head? People always look up. You look at me, I look at you, why always keep your head down."

Qianqing was an unintentional remark, but Qu Ze really raised his head.He didn't pay attention to her expression, but concentrated on his hands and said: "Get ready—"

After counting three times, the lid of the coffin was not heavy, and the two of them lifted the lid together, and then put the lid firmly on the ground.

Qu Ze took a few steps back, Gan Qing subconsciously covered his nose, and quickly glanced at the coffin.

Mute lying there bloody and bloody, no different from when he was killed.Looking closely, Ya'er was wearing that blue and white coat, which seemed to be the same color as Shui Yun wore in front of the coffin that day.

Ganqing felt dizzy for a while, took a step back and held his head, panting for breath.Qu Ze didn't dare to go forward, seeing Qian Qing's complexion was not good, so he hurriedly asked, "Is there something different?"

Ganqing smiled wryly: "Wuyi, the mute is still the same as when he was killed. But it just happened to be Wuyi... What's going on? I saw 'who' in the shadow of the room yesterday... No, no, What was the 'what' I saw last night? How is this possible, dumb she is in the coffin, she is still in the coffin, she is in the coffin wearing that smock..."

Qianqing bowed his head and muttered to himself, as if under a spell.

Qu Ze understood Qian Qing's few words, but she still didn't dare to go up to see it.

Qianqing shook his head.No, you can't think that way, you will be trapped in a circle, if it is not the theory of ghosts and gods, it can't be explained anyway.Qianqing was silent for a long time, and then whispered to himself: "If Yi Xiangquan is here, he must know everything. He must..."

Qianqing felt cold and his mind was confused, so he just sighed softly.

"What should we do now?" Qu Ze asked in a low voice.

Qianqing didn't answer, just cheered up.He mustered up the courage to look at the dumb body.

Perhaps because everyone didn't know how to deal with it, Mute's body was not scrubbed.Still the same as the day she was killed, she had a tear on her neck and her arm was dislocated, as if she had been stepped on.The expression does not tell whether it is joy or worry, the body is soft, and there is no corruption.The eyebrows are curved, still hanging on her beautiful face, it seems to be extremely sad, but also seems to have gone to the Paradise of Paradise peacefully.

Qianqing looked at the huge wound on his neck.The sudden rupture of such a large wound on the neck must have unstoppable blood flow.Maybe the mute's cause of death was really blood loss.Gan Qing doesn't know how to perform an autopsy, so he can't see anything.He was just surprised, who would do such a thing?

Who did it?

Counting with your fingers, there are only a few people in the whole Wu Village.

Gan Qing closed his eyes, remembering the scene of that day.The doors and windows are closed, the kitchen can lead to the bedroom, and the bedroom door is bolted from the inside; the mute is cooking broth in the kitchen, and Mushu is beside her; there are no footprints on the snow around the house...

Qian Qing shook his head, thinking about it, it seemed that there was only one answer.

"Perhaps Feng Jiuniang is right, Muxu it..." Gan Qing bit his lip and didn't go any further.

Qian Qing thinks this way, not because it's the only possibility.He is very clear that if it is not Mushu, it is man-made; if it is man-made, then this person is around him.

Gan Qing looked at the moon, hoping that everything could be resolved, he even hoped that Yi Xiangquan would suddenly fall from the sky, and then wipe out all these strange things.

He looked at the sky.The bright moon is in the sky, the dark clouds sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, and the stars are faintly visible.

Nothing unusual about the sky.

However, at this time, in the courtyard a few miles away from Wu Village, all the servants had already fallen asleep.In the study room, an old man is watching the stars.He let out a long sigh and shook his head—there is nothing unusual about the night sky today.

The author has something to say: In the third "Guessing Paintings", Qianqing can open the coffin, but his companion is neither Quze nor Xiangquan.