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

They naturally know the importance of bows and arrows, even in small and dark places, they are also sharp weapons to hurt people.Xiangquan frowned and said, "Have you searched carefully?"

Ganqing nodded and sighed: "Shuiyun may have been used to play. Yi Xiangquan, you can't get rid of this matter, and you actually gave my bow to a teenager! Bows and arrows are dangerous, and I will bring disaster, so Put it outside the village. Now? It's gone. I looked at the bow she hung in the room, and I wanted to use it, but the rough wood is probably..." Qian Qing shook his head.

"A lover is not afraid of bluntness. As long as the skill is good, what about rough wood? I thought she was a bow lover and would keep it well. Who would have thought that this would happen."

Hearing this, Qian Qing sneered.Yi Xiangquan always has reasons to shirk responsibility.But looking at his complexion, it was as gloomy as the sky, and Qian Qing didn't dare to speak more sarcasm.

Xiang Quan frowned: "Do you still have your Mrs. Xu's dagger? The underground secret room is narrow and the view is not good. Carrying a bow and arrow is just for safety, but a dagger is more useful. It's a pity that neither of you and I know how to use a sword. It’s really inconvenient if you’re not skilled in martial arts.”

After finishing speaking, Xiang Quan went into the kitchen and brought out the pot.Qianqing was surprised to see that a pot of broth had a strong aroma and was steaming continuously.

"Let's go." Xiang Quan actually said these two words, and left with the pot.

Seeing this, Qian Qing immediately widened his eyes.

"What are you going to do? What are you doing with this?"

Xiang Quan didn't look back, and said as he walked, "Weapons."

Qianqing seemed to hear the funniest words, and laughed a few times.

Xiang Quan turned his head and said, "Do you know what we are about to face? That is the culprit who killed Mute, the biggest secret of Wu Village."

Ganqing didn't follow, but stood alone in the snow with his eyes blinking, a little lazy and a little proud.

"Yi Xiangquan, don't think I'm a fool," Gan Qing raised his eyebrows, "I've already vaguely guessed about the underground secret room and what's inside."

This time, it was Xiang Quan's turn to be stunned.But only for a moment, he wrapped the pot in several layers of clothes, hugged it in his arms to keep it warm, and said impatiently: "Let's go, don't be stupid and embarrassing here, it's better to do something real."

Qianqing said angrily: "You don't believe it?"

Xiangquan ignored him at all and wanted to move on.

"Wolf!"

Qianqing spat out this word viciously, as if this word was a curse that could turn Yi Xiangquan into a pig or dog in an instant.

Xiangquan stopped.He turned around and put down the pot, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Because you've become smarter?"

Gan Qing sneered, and his words were somewhat provocative: "I was originally smart. Isn't this an obvious fact? The mute died in a closed room, which was connected to another room. There were organs in the room, so it can be seen that there must be a secret room in the house; The tearing of the son's wound was not man-made, but like a wild beast. If it wasn't for Muxu, it must be a real wolf. There are already many wolves in the village, and looking at the medicined broth, the portion is very large, and the truth is obvious .You dare not go down, it can only mean...there is more than one wolf in the secret room."

Xiang Quan was completely stunned.

Qianqing said again: "The gods enshrined in the mountain temple are extremely like wolves. I guess it is the village rule to worship wolves as gods. Therefore, since the village was founded, wolves have been raised underground, living and multiplying, and now there are a group of them."

When he finished speaking, his satisfaction was beyond words.Xiang Quan's expression was astonished, it could even be described as shocked.He paused, then asked Ganqing in surprise: "How do you explain the folk song? Why do the deaths of several people resemble the folk song?"

"You said it wasn't artificial, it was a coincidence..." Gan Qing looked at Xiangquan.

Xiangquan nodded and remained silent.

Gan Qing was at a loss for words for a while, and finally said after holding back for a long time: "That's a coincidence."

"Gone?"

Qianqing said firmly: "The sky has its own reasons..." He pointed to the sky, but before his words fell, dark clouds shrouded Wu Village like a big net, and the gust of wind rolled in like waves, rolling up several layers of straw on the house.Ganqing stood under the thatched hut, just at the wind, and there was no time to avoid it, and pieces of straw poured down on his head.

Xiangquan sighed, protected the broth, and walked quickly into the house.Gan Qing followed in, running and cursing, his head covered in straw foam.

"What's your expression? Am I wrong?"

Qianqing looked at Xiangquan resentfully, and Xiangquan turned to look at him.

"A pack of wolves...Your thoughts are interesting," Xiang Quan said seriously, "You really deserve to be Xia Qianqing, as always illogical and full of loopholes."

Qian Qing seemed to have been slapped a few times, and his eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Xiang Quan rolled his eyes: "Almost all wrong."

Gan Qing stared at him in surprise, and sat down on the dilapidated bed in the ancient house: "Isn't there a wolf in the secret room?"

"No."

"Wild boar?"

"No."

"Tiger?"

"It has already been said that it is not an animal or a beast."

neither?

Qian Qing suddenly felt flustered.With a cold face, he pretended to be fine: "Don't try to lie. Since you don't know what's underneath, you are here to assert that what I said is all wrong. So... is it a person?"

Qianqing was full of hope, Xiangquan sighed, and said coldly: "It's not that I don't know, but it's too bizarre to be sure. You bring your weapons, we are going to go in—"

Qianqing jumped up and defended the wall tightly.

"If you don't tell me, I won't enter!"

Xiangquan raised his eyebrows and put down the broth: "Do you still remember the story of the five brothers and the episode with the rich man's daughter?"

Qian Qing quickly nodded: "The rich man's daughter met the fifth brother at the age of five, and then moved into the deep mountains with the rich man, and there was no news. It was not until he grew up that the rich man released the news that his daughter was ill and called a doctor to go to the mountain for treatment. But the house did not come out. Immediately, the rich man changed the conditions and recruited a son-in-law, as long as he takes care of his daughter for seven days, he can marry in. So the fifth brother..."

Xiangquan nodded and said: "The boss who is a greedy gambler keeps going in and out of all the houses; the second son who is a treacherous doctor keeps boiling a pot of broth; the third son who is a clever feng shui master keeps looking at the rock walls; the fourth son who is an excellent craftsman But there is no one; the honest and kind old fifth has been looking at the portrait of the girl."

These words are almost verbatim with the story told by Shui Yun. He paused for a moment, and then continued: "I understand a little bit about this story. The girl must live in a secret room, and the entrance of the secret room is in the house. This makes people disappear when they enter the house, just like this house can eat people."

Ganqing muttered "I guessed it a long time ago", but when he finished speaking, he felt infinitely chilly.The sky has gradually turned gray, and there are sporadic snowflakes in the sky, falling in a rustle, and hit the dilapidated windows of the old house under the gust of wind.

A musty smell filled the air, with the smell of rotting wood and the stench of latrines.Qianqing couldn't help trembling, wrinkling his nose, this eerie air deeply penetrated into his bone marrow.

The lantern was dimly lit, shining on Xiangquan's pale face, it was terrifying.Ganqing shook his head, trying to divert his attention.

"It doesn't make sense, why does a good-looking girl live in a secret room? Could it be that she has an infectious disease like a tourmaline?"

Xiangquan said: "Hiding people is mostly to escape the whispers of everyone. For example, a man with a wife will hide people when he is looking for pleasure outside; in order to protect people who have committed serious crimes, he will hide people." or if you have an infectious disease like a tourmaline, you are afraid that everyone will know and talk about it, and it will still be hidden. But this matter..."

Xiang Quan stared straight at the small hole in the wall, which was enough for someone to stretch his arm into.It was originally hidden behind the portrait of the woman, but the scroll was taken down by Qianqing, and now the wall is empty.

"Say it!"

Xiang Quan took out the broken handle from his bosom and put it into the small hole, as if groping: "It's not a disease like leprosy. Look at the portrait, the daughter looks like a healthy person, just asleep. But the rich man Afraid that her daughter would be seen by others, she hid her daughter specially. And the people who entered saw the daughter's condition, and finally... died in Huangquan."

Hearing this, Gan Qing became more and more flustered.

"Don't talk nonsense, what a death! It's very good, it's too unlucky to say this now!"

Xiang Quan frowned, and didn't make sense of it: "If I'm not mistaken, this handle is not rotated, but pushed in..."

The wind outside the window howled wantonly, it seemed to be the sound of human wailing, and it was not clear at all.The strong wind hit the door of the ancient house violently, smashing all the old stone bricks and wood, as if someone wanted to break in.

Xiang Quan looked out of the window, let out a breath, and turned the handle vigorously: "Do you still remember that painting? The woman is beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with her body, only the bracelet on her hand is special. The bracelet is tied with a chain and the chain falls very long. The rest is covered and hidden in the painting. But you can still see the strangeness of the bracelet when you look closely. The bracelet with the chain... huh."

Qian Qing was stunned, his eyes widened.

"You mean—"

"That's not a bracelet," Xiang Quan said in a low voice, "it's a shackle."

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