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

Fubuki's blue and yellow eyes were slightly bright, as if she was reluctant to leave the food residue.Seeing its master's serious face, it shook its head and jumped away consciously.

However, Xiangquan did not take Fuuxue away.He went straight to the side of the coffin and walked around it.By the way, he looked around and made sure there was no one there, so he picked up a thick branch from nearby and inserted it into the gap in the coffin, and pried it with all his might.

Opening the coffin is disrespectful to the deceased, but Xiang Quan did not hesitate at all.

With a "click", the coffin was pried open at once.Xiang Quan was very surprised and frowned slightly, but his expression immediately became peaceful.Coffins have always been tightly sealed, regardless of whether it is wooden or sarcophagus.Loose, there are two possibilities.One was that the burial was too hasty to settle the coffin properly; another, it might have been pried open—it must have been much easier to pry it open a second time.

The footprints around the coffin were unusually messy.Xiang Quan did not open it directly, but carefully inspected the appearance of the coffin.This seems to be a common coffin in the family.In mountain villages, it is common for villagers to die of illness, and it happens suddenly.If the coffin is ready and then transported into the village, it will take a few days.This will cause the body to rot.Therefore, some villages always keep coffins in case the villagers die suddenly and have nowhere to put them.

Xiang Quan carefully looked at the coffin, it was an ordinary white sarcophagus.It was hastily sealed, and there were signs of being pried open, and the iron nails were piled messily around.

It’s weird.

Xiangquan held the lid of the coffin with both hands and moved it gently.A strange smell came out. It was a slight smell of corpse corruption. Fortunately, it was winter, and the corruption was not serious.Under the darkness of night, he carefully looked inside the coffin.

In the white sarcophagus lies a beautiful young woman, wearing blue and white clothes, one hand has been dislocated, and there are signs of being trampled on her body.What is shocking is the strange wound on the neck, which seems to be torn and torn off.

This situation was never expected by Xiang Quan.

The woman is so beautiful, her eyes are closed, but her face is very strange.It seems sad, it seems painful, but it is calm.Xiang Quan didn't know anything from the dead body. He helped people solve the case in Bianjing City, and he didn't do the work of looking at the dead body.

The body was still fresh, about a few days after death.

But he could see the fatal wound on the neck.That strange laceration was the cause of the death of this beautiful woman.The wound on the neck was very large, and the woman probably died of excessive blood loss.

How could this happen?Why not call for help?

Looking at the girl's pale face, under the lamp and in the snow, Xiang Quan suddenly felt that she resembled Shui Yun.Only then did I understand that the two might be related by blood, and I couldn't blame Miss Shuiyun for having such an attitude when I asked about the person in the coffin today.

This corpse is really strange.Xiang Quanzai watched carefully, he even stretched out his hand to turn the body over.The body stiffens shortly after death, then softens.Right now the body is extremely soft, like a pile of limp flesh, but Xiang Quan shows no pity or fear.He just wanted to find out the truth, and with a righteous heart, he was naturally fearless; when he had respect for the corpse, he no longer had any worries.

If he is an author, he will be able to see some clues.But he is not.The wound is a bit like a beast bite, and a little bit not.It also seems to be artificially torn, but everything can't be explained.

Xiang Quan took one last look at the girl in the coffin.The young girl was really beautiful, but her face was pale and lifeless.Xiang Quan's heart trembled for the first time tonight with a clear and beautiful face and a complexion that didn't belong to a living person.

He sighed, checked the surroundings of the coffin and the inside of the coffin, and found that there was nothing strange, then closed the coffin, and carefully sealed the lid of the coffin as best he could, so that no one could see that the coffin had been damaged. People moved again.

Xiang Quan's face was still expressionless, like a cold night, the thick black color soaked in the cold air.Fubuki was in the far corner, looking at this side with its yellow-blue eyes.Xiangquan chased it away, so it didn't dare to approach the coffin.In Fuxue's little mind, it was naturally impossible to guess what its owner was thinking at the moment.

Xiang Quan walked back to the room silently and quietly.When he got to Chuuxue, he picked it up and held it in his arms like a bundle.

Fubuki shrinks into a pompom and rubs against Xiangquan's coat.

It is very obedient and likes to wander around, but it will not get lost.Xiangquan rarely cared about Fubuki.He would only take Fuxue away when he was about to leave.At this time, he brought Fubuki into the room.After entering the door and opening the window, a faint light just spilled down and shone on the mouse hole.

Fuxue jumped out of Xiangquan's arms lightly and neatly, and called out again.Xiangquan drove it to the mouse hole.

Fubuki is too spiritual.It seems to know what Xiangquan wants it to do. Its sensitive ears can hear the rattlesnake sound. This kind of hearing is innate, even though the sound is so soft that it doesn't seem to exist.Xiangquan stared at Fuuxue's every move by the light.

Fuxue knew that it was a rat hole, a gathering place for rats and a hiding place for natural enemies.It even poked its head in, arched a few times, and the opening of the hole was a little loose.Fuxue seemed to have never caught a mouse before, and had no experience at all—after it moved around a few more times, half of its body actually got in.

Fubuki was stuck.

And Xiang Quan was completely stunned.How can a hole that allows a cat to enter half of its body be a rat hole?

He stepped forward and raised his hand to pull the screaming Chuuxue aside, took out a copper coin from his arms, and gently threw it into the hole.

The copper coins were clinking and rolling, the sound was crisp and could be heard far away.

He stared wide-eyed, and thousands of thoughts exploded in his mind, just like the Yangtze River originated from a distant and towering mountain range, rolled away, and branched out into various tributaries.These thoughts are connected together like a river, and some of them are connected to each other, forming a huge and clear lake. In Yi Xiangquan's head, they condense into the truth.

Not the whole truth however.

Xiang Quan closed his eyes tightly, first smiled, then sighed—he didn't have enough clues.

Xiangquan didn't close his eyes all night.He leaned against the window, the dark night did not leave a trace of shadow on his white clothes, only leaving traces of fatigue on his face.By this time, the rooster had already crowed.The sky is getting brighter, the sky in the east is milky white, and the sun is about to appear.

From night to morning, Xiangquan never sat down, let alone slept.

No one knew what he was thinking.But what he can think of are things that others cannot predict.

Just as he was still standing still, there was a slight noise from the small house in the distance.It was silent all night, and Xiangquan was used to this kind of silence, so the slight noise was very clear, like needles piercing his ears.Xiangquan turned around vigilantly, looked out the window, and sneered.

Finally waited.

There are many wise men and many fools in the world.Among these people, those who are greedy for money are the easiest to defeat.Because their desires will coexist with their weaknesses.

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