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

Qianqing was impatient: "I know. The deaths of Granny Meng, Feng Jiuniang and Ya'er, Xiaoze's disappearance, everything is very similar to a folk song. This matter is extremely weird. Now thinking about it, I feel scared."

"Do you know why?"

Gan Qing said nervously: "If I knew, why would I ask you! Could it be that some villain intentionally..."

Xiangquan shook his head, and slowly narrated: "Murdering people with folk songs, if it is human-made, is a crime according to the law. It has the function of warning and warning, and it is intended to threaten. It is an isolated case in ordinary cases. I have seen such records. This is done only to make people feel panic and helpless, thinking that they will be the next person to be killed."

Qianqing frowned: "What is the purpose?"

Xiang Quan closed his eyes: "When I learned about this, I also made an inference. Most of the perpetrators wanted revenge. Most of the source of hatred is related to folk songs, so they use this as a threat to make people fall into fear."

When Gan Qing heard this, he nodded in affirmation at first, and then thought about it, but felt that something was wrong.

Seeing this, Xiang Quan also smiled slightly: "These inferences are my first reaction when something happens. As I get to know more about this matter, I find that..."

"That's not right!" Gan Qing waved his hand, "Folk songs appeared too long ago. If there is really revenge from descendants, after all the calculations, this beam was forged when Wu Village was built. After several generations of reproduction, All hatred is gone. Do you still have to wait until this time to report?"

Hearing this, Xiangquan smiled affirmatively: "That's right. Looking at the furnishings of the ancient house, it doesn't look like something from this dynasty. If folk songs arose at that time, the time is unknown, and it was a troubled time. Based on this, it can be inferred that the most recent chaos in the world was in the Tang and Song dynasties. In the meantime, it has been more than 100 years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, at least three generations. Considering the year of the painter's birth, if Liang Zi was married at that time, the interval of revenge is more than [-] years... It is impossible to clean up .”

The pot was steaming and steaming, slowly coming out of the chimney to the sky.The dark clouds in the sky gradually moved its footsteps, the sun gradually went out, and only the sound of two people talking could be heard in the kitchen.It is easy for people to think when they are quiet, but Qian Qing rubs his head and feels that everything cannot be figured out.He looked at Xiangquan and sighed: "That hatred... Could it be a matter of the previous generation, just using the name of the folk song to scare people?"

Xiang Quan nodded approvingly: "Then, I thought of this possibility. After all, the elders are involved in two matters: the matter of treasure, and the matter of Shui Yun and the dumb parents. If it is revenge, it must be related to these people who died. However, looking at Feng Jiuniang, Granny Meng, Ya'er, and Ozawa, there is no necessary connection between these people. If you insist on a connection, Ya'er and Shuiyun, Feng Jiuniang and Granny Meng can really be connected together .”

Ganqing shook his head violently, remembering that Xiangquan drew ghost symbols on the paper that day, and only then did he realize that Xiangquan was trying to figure out the relationship between them.

"Then why?"

Xiang Quan's eyes flashed: "The only connection between these four things is the folk songs. I said earlier that the incidents in Wu Village were very trivial, but the folk songs connected them together. If there were no folk songs, what would these four incidents be? Two accidents, one murder, one disappearance, that's all."

Gan Qing was taken aback, and Xiang Quan continued: "When I thought of this, I felt my mind clear up. Leaving folk songs aside, among the four incidents, the strangest one is the death of Mute, followed by Ozawa's disappearance. When I realized this, and read the folk songs carefully, I discovered the problem."

Qian Qing's eyes widened: "What's going on?"

"First, 'the girl ate a wooden stake' did not happen. Second, 'the fourth child hanged himself in the forest near the temple', Ozawa did not hang himself to death, she just lay in the woods near the temple, and she was unscathed. Third, the events of the eldest and the fourth child correspond to Feng Jiuniang and Xiao Ze, but the time of the events is reversed, Qu Ze disappeared first, and Feng Jiuniang died in an accident."

Qianqing now somewhat understands Xiangquan's meaning: "According to your opinion, the incident does not exactly correspond to the folk song?"

Xiangquan nodded: "That's right. What's more, according to what I just said, if folk songs are used to threaten others, the intention is revenge, and the purpose is to make those who have done wrong feel panicked and threatened. But looking at Wu Village again, everyone's panic is overwhelming. It comes from the ignorance of the incident, rather than anxiety and extreme fear, and none of the victims knew they would be next, which is obviously unreasonable."

Gan Qing felt dizzy and took a deep breath.

"So it's not revenge?"

Xiang Quan shook his head: "Judging from the time, source of revenge, and several people's reflections, it doesn't look like revenge."

Ganqing rubbed his head: "Then why did you kill people according to the content of the folk song? Is that person's brain burned out?"

Xiang Quan took a sip of the porridge and nodded, "It's almost ready."

"Don't eat!" Gan Qing suppressed his anger, "Going around, there is no solution!"

Xiangquan said: "What you just said about 'killing people according to folk songs' is a fallacy. Only dumb children are murdered."

Gan Qing slapped his forehead: "In other words, the villain only wanted to murder the dumb person, and the rest of the incidents were all blindfolds to confuse the public."

Xiang Quan rolled his eyes: "Mute's death is weird and inexplicable, it's enough for me to work hard. The villain still has to use a blind method to push Granny Meng off the cliff, kill Feng Jiuniang, and send Qu Ze out of the village? Why bother?" , why bother."

Ganqing was stunned for a while, thinking carefully for a long time, suddenly kicked away the firewood on the ground, and said angrily: "There is no solution! Yi Xiangquan, after thinking about this, I can't continue anymore, the incident has no solution at all!"

Xiang Quan gave him a disdainful look: "Yes."

"What?" Gan Qingmu was stunned, "No... solution?"

"It's not that there is no solution, but that the inference is wrong," Xiangquan laughed at himself. "When I think about it, I also feel that the incident has no solution. So I went back to see which part of the inference was wrong. Unfortunately, I didn't see any serious mistakes. But why is there no solution?"

Ganqing remained silent, waiting for him to continue.The two pots on the stove were steaming, and there was a tangy aroma from the broth.Xiangquan stood in front of the window, slowly stirred the pot, and said softly: "There is no solution, because the main premise is wrong. I said that 'murdering people with folk songs, if it is human-made, is a crime according to the law, and it has the function of warning and warning. Intended to be a threat'. 'Artificial' is the major premise of my inference just now."

Qianqing felt a burst of cold sweat on his back.

Xiang Quan's words not only overturned all previous assumptions at once, but also brought up a possibility that Qian Qing had never thought about.

The firewood crackled.Ganqing looked at Xiangquan, just like looking at a fairy.He chewed on Xiangquan's words over and over again, before slowly asking: "According to you... Isn't this incident man-made?"

"No. This matter is not artificial." Xiang Quan said indifferently, fanning the fire with a fan.

Ganqing was stunned: "Then, then... what is not artificial? What is that?"

"It's a coincidence." Xiang Quan seemed to be cooking the porridge wholeheartedly, without saying anything.

The dark cloud slowly moved over, covering the sunlight, casting a shadow on Qianqing's surprised face.His face was like a piece of wood at first, and then he thumped, covered his stomach and laughed, and kept patting the table.

"Oh, master Yi Xiangquan! Don't talk nonsense here!"

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