Northern Song Dynasty: The City of Qingquan Mystery Case

King Pu?

These three words pierced through Qianqing's heart like an arrow.This matter is no small matter, absolutely no trifling matter.He turned to Xiangquan and stammered, "Really?"

"real."

"Didn't lie to me?"

"No."

Ganqing sighed deeply, his face pale: "You are the only one who knows about this?"

Xiang Quan glanced at him, and said two words lightly.

"Two people."

Gan Qing was honest now, and walked forward silently leading the donkey.For some reason, I suddenly lost my mind, and my mind went farther and farther, to places I didn't know.The rustling autumn wind is accompanied by trees, and the fallen leaves wither when the cold wind blows.Gan Qing shrank his shoulders, the night of Yongcheng in front of him was boundless, probably covering his eyes.

After a long time, Gan Qing raised his head and asked, "In the end...how many things do I not know?"

Xiang Quan shook the straw rope in his hand, and said casually, "Too many. The reed is right in front of your eyes, but it can change in ever-changing ways, which you don't understand."

Yi Xiangquan was talking nonsense again.Ganqing suddenly became upset, Mr. Zhao's incident was really beyond his expectations, but Xiangquan didn't take it to heart at all.

After Mr. Zhao's incident, Qianqing became a lot more nervous.

The two remained silent, and the only sound in the alley was the sound of footsteps, donkey hooves and wind.They arrived at West Street in a blink of an eye, informed the guards and came to the yard.The yard at night is very quiet, only the crickets can be heard whispering about Han Qiu.

In the middle of the night, the courtyard was as lonely as ever.In this situation, revisiting the old place, Qianqing remembered the disappearance of tourmaline that happened on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month a few years ago.That scream still lingers in Qianqing's ears, and whenever he thinks about it, he shudders.Since the disappearance of tourmaline, Qianqing has never come to this yard by moonlight.

There is misty water vapor on the black lake. I don't know where the tourmaline went after the scream that day, is she alive?

I'm afraid he's already dead.

When he was in a trance, Xiang Quan hit him on the head with a straw rope.

"Go find some cloth strips and handkerchiefs that can wrap around your mouth and nose," Xiang Quan said to the guard, took a look at everything, and shook his head. Commander, please come and do some work."

Qian Qing asked in surprise, "What are you going to do again?"

"prove."

Xiangquan looked into the distance expressionlessly, his gaze fell on the black lake.The Black Lake is not completely dark now, it is sparkling under the moonlight, and the trees stand beside it.There was a patch of weeds not far from the trees.The weeds are very deep, and from a distance there is a gray and white boulder in the middle of the grass.

There are many such boulders by the lake, they are extremely common and hidden in the grass are not easy to be found.The stone is huge and seems to be placed safely on the ground.

Stones on the ground?

After clearing it up, it becomes clear-the stone is not placed on the ground, but blocked above the wellhead.

A sense of uneasiness and weirdness swept over his heart, as if something had grabbed his throat, he didn't say a word.Qianqing knew that today Xiangquan teased him that he was not good at doing things. There is a well in the courtyard, but there is no sign.

From this point of view, the well was under the rock.

In that well...

Xiangquan didn't go to the deep grass area, but just drove the donkey to the tree closest to the lake, which was the tree with a short rope hanging from it.Under the shadow of the tree, the rope seems to be integrated with the branches, shaking gently.

The moonlight fell on Xiangquan's face through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the tree, and he spit out four words uncertainly: "It's really high enough." Then his gaze fell to the deep grass area again.

Don't know what he's going to do.But Xiangquan just turned his head and asked the boy on the West Street next to him: "Did that well be abandoned a few years ago?"

The boy was stunned for a while before replying with an "Oh": "I remembered, there is indeed a well there, and it has been used for a long time! One was left open and stayed there. Later, after the tourmaline had an accident, it was sealed for fear of people falling in. Yi How would you know..."

Xiangquan remained silent, Gan Qing subconsciously pulled Xiangquan back, and laughed nervously: "You know, a few days ago, Yang Fuyin and the others searched the entire yard in order to find Hongxin. There should be no problem there."

Xiangquan said quietly: "Who sealed it?"

The boy thought for a while and said, "I don't know, it's probably someone from the government. After searching, it was found to be a dry well, so I sealed it for fear of someone falling into it."

Xiangquan raised the corners of his mouth and gave a faint smile, that smile was colder than the cold moon on an autumn night.

The first time Qianqing saw his expression like this, he immediately fell into an ice cellar: "Hey, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the guards had already arrived with cloth strips.

"I'll give you a cloth strip to cover your mouth and nose. The tighter the better, the less you will get sick if you inhale. I didn't want you to participate in it, but I was afraid of you." Xiang Quan looked at Qianqing lightly, "I'm afraid of you Don't cry when you don't see the coffin."

Ganqing felt flustered, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with a cloth strip.

Not far away, Fang Qian walked in slowly.His face was paler than yesterday, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Fang Qian? You..." Qian Qing was about to ask a question, but Xiang Quan silently handed him the cloth strip, and Fang Qian slowly tied it.

Xiangquan didn't speak, and covered himself with a cloth, and the little donkey moved towards the well step by step.It is said to be a well, but it is almost invisible, because the surrounding weeds are full of weeds, the stones are suppressed, and the shelter is excellent.The surrounding soil is wet, and if you don't pay attention, it will be a deep pit.The clean feet were covered with mud, and deep footprints were left on the ground.

Fang Qian arrived at the mouth of the well first and stood silently.He closed his eyes, like a thousand-year-old rock weathered under the moon, under the tree, in the grass, cold and hard.

Dots of torches gathered outside the yard, but no one came in.Both the servant and the guards retreated, leaving only the three of them here.

Unspeakably weird.

"Move it, be careful, and breathe less. Don't complain, just the two of you are enough," Xiang Quan paused, pointing to the big rock above, "If you can't move it, hit it with an axe. After that, he took out a small ax and shook it.

"Let's smash it open." Gan Qing shouted at Fang Qian.

Fang Qian didn't answer, he squatted down by himself and tried his best to move the stone.

Gan Qing faintly guessed what was under the stone.Corpse, it must be.This is an excellent place to dump the body, it is not far away, and it is difficult to find.

But how is this possible?It's all right to hide from my own eyes, the government has searched so many times...

Is it Hongxin's body?

No matter whose corpse it is, there's always something wrong.The surrounding grass is deep and the soil is soft.A few days after Hongxin disappeared, the corpse would not come over by itself, but someone moved it over.

But what about footprints?

Gan Qing looked around, only the footprints of the two people and the donkey's hooves were around.

Since there were no footprints, it would be totally unreasonable to throw the corpse here.

Suddenly, Fang Qian let out a muffled snort. Due to excessive force, his hands rubbed against the rough stones, and beads of blood had already oozed out.

"Hey, let's still use the ax..." Gan Qing turned to take the ax, but found that Xiang Quan's eyes were not looking at the well.He followed Xiangquan's gaze and saw the muddy road behind Fang Qian, with Fang Qian's footprints on it, overlapping and alternating dry and wet.It was clearly two lines of identical footprints, one was left before, and the other was left just now.

Qian Qing realized this and suddenly shivered!He stared blankly at Fang Qian, his head rushing with blood.

Fang Qian came here yesterday.

At this time, Fang Qian desperately pulled the stone, as if pouring all his life force into it, frantically trying to save something.At the moment when Qian Qing was in a daze, Fang Qian let out a roar of "Ah", the stone moved suddenly, the mouth of the well opened, and a foul smell suddenly came out.

After Qian Qing retreated, Xiang Quan stepped forward immediately and raised his hand to stretch out the lantern.

Under the dim light, Qianqing saw the most terrifying scene in his life: two corpses lying curled up at the bottom of the well.One was fresh, still wearing red clothes, with wide-open eyes, something was wrong with its face, it was extremely ugly, and its hands and feet were rotting; Can recognize human figures.

Qian Qing felt sick for a while.Although the face of the corpse in red was damaged, it was not difficult to identify, it was a red letter.Then there is no doubt that the other corpse is naturally a tourmaline.How is this going?

Gan Qing was almost dizzy, he took a few steps back, trying to escape from this suffocating scene.And Yi Xiangquan stared at the bottom of the well without taking his eyes off it, and didn't make a sound.Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The autumn insects screamed sadly, the moonlit night was like a net, every plant and tree was dyed with a vague and cold color, hiding their fine shadows and everything they saw.

Qian Qing retreated, leaning against a big tree, took off the mask strips abruptly, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

I saw Xiang Quan's eyes suddenly looking at Fang Qian.

Fang Qian knelt and sat by the well, lying there and grasping the edge of the well, like a child grasping a beloved toy.His eyes were bloodshot and his veins were bulging.Dry and stiff hands ripped off the white cloth strips from his face.There was still fresh blood on his hands, which stained the white cloth drop by drop like a blood-red flower.

Fang Qian stared at the well, staring at the two foul-smelling corpses.

Yi Xiangquan took back the lamp.He opened his mouth slowly, spoke clearly, and turned towards Fang Qian. Although he was far away, Qian Qing could still clearly understand what Xiang Quan said.

"She must not blame you."

Hearing these words without any emotion | color, Fang Qian smiled bleakly, his eyes were red, and two lines of clear tears were left on his pale face.

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