no soul

Chapter 079

"Ah! I know what this is!!" Duan Yu pinched his nose tightly, his face pale.

Lin Hong glanced at the contents of the pot, then looked away, cursing madly in his heart.

At dawn today, they arrived at the kitchen.

Visibility was low last night, and now the kitchen is even more rudimentary when viewed with white light.

The roof is low and covered with dead grass. As a stove, it is not afraid of fire. The ground is full of dust from the construction. There is only a stove with a pot in it. The stove is blackened by the fire last night. , piled with the same black dead branches and ashes.

The whole kitchen is dirty and broken, and it doesn't fit in this extravagant house.

Everything points to the fact that the kitchen is newly built.

But who made it...

Wan Guchuan stretched out his hand to uncover the pot, and the stench that was worse than yesterday flooded in like a flood, and the collision caught the three of them off guard.

Take a look inside the pot.

The thick liquid condensed due to cooling, and there was a peeled flesh-colored thing cooked in it, which had been boiled until soft, and various internal organs were mixed in that pot... festered and blackened... this pungent and foul-smelling thing The smell... I don't know how long it has been left...

"What is it..." Lin Hong covered his nose and asked Duan Yu, speaking in a low voice.

Wan Guchuan's complexion was also not very good, he didn't cover his nose but he could only breathe out, watching Duan Yu waiting for him to continue.

"Yes... vomit..." Before Duan Yu finished speaking, he retched, as if he wanted to vomit his stomach out.

Lin Hong remembered the way he ate fingers in that deserted village again...

"Yes..." Duan Yu stroked his chest with one hand and tried his best to swallow the nausea.

"It's the black cat."

Lin Hong opened his eyes wide, "What black cat? Why didn't I see it?"

Duan Yu was really about to vomit. He ran out of the kitchen, retched for a while, and tentatively let go, but found that the smell was still chasing him out. He quickly covered his nose again, and raised his voice, " On the first day I came here, I saw it when I went to Hun Fan."

He forcefully swallowed the retching feeling, and forced out tears, "It jumped out suddenly, and I was startled. I haven't seen it since then... so... so..." Duan Yu again Some want to vomit.

Lin Hong pinched his nose and glanced at the inside of the pot. He couldn't tell it was a cat at all... "Damn it, a skinned cat... Is this a domestic cat or a wild cat?"

Duan Yu recalled for a moment, "It's pretty clean...a house cat?"

"Who will raise it? Mrs. Chen?" Lin Hong walked out of the stove and looked back. He was really worried that the stove would collapse.

"It belongs to the Chen family's daughter." Wan Guchuan came out after him.

"How do you know?" Duan Yu opened his eyes wide and looked at Wan Guchuan.

"There is a cushion on the floor of her room. There are black fine hairs on it, and it matches the number now." Wan Guchuan said.

Lin Hong wanted to ask but he held back, because he knew Duan Yu would definitely ask, and as expected——

Duan Yu: "Why did you touch her black cat? It's weird..."

"I don't know." Wan Guchuan said, "We have to look again."

The mansion is still empty and deserted, and there is no progress now, but the puzzles have increased.

"Go and visit Li Tiancheng first." Wan Guchuan walked out of the door.

"That's it?" Looking at the house in front of him, Lin Hong felt that it was completely different from what he thought.

The three asked for directions and found the house of Feng Shui master Li Tiancheng.

The house is not too big, hidden in the shade of the trees, it is very gloomy, the gray stone wall bricks outside the house are old and black, and the two lanterns are also dilapidated. Time should pass by, but it seems like hundreds of years All the time is sleeping soundly here.

The wind blows the dead leaves rustling down, so withered.

Wan Guchuan knocked on the door.

"Which one?" An old and hoarse voice came from the depths of the house, passing through the door, as ethereal as the whispers of the previous dynasty.

"Old man, we are here to visit Master Li Tiancheng." Lin Hong responded loudly.

The sound of old and procrastinating footsteps was faintly heard inside the door, the sound was long and lengthy, from far to near, a few feet from the entrance, but the footsteps seemed to have walked for a hundred years.

The creak of the door opening is as old as the house.

The person who opened the door was a lame woman with a young face.

Lin Hong's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't match the voice just now with this young woman, and he just called "old man" just now...

The woman looked at them for a long time, lowered her eyes, and responded to them with an old and hoarse voice, "My father has passed away."

Li Tiancheng is dead?This is her daughter?

"Mother." An inarticulate and immature voice sounded in the courtyard, as soft as a young leaf on a branch in early spring.

The little man staggered over, nearly fell down, grabbed his mother's skirt to barely stand still, looked at the three people outside the door with a pair of bright eyes, and hid behind his mother timidly go.

The woman reached out to support the child, and signaled to the three people outside the door, "Please come in, all three."

The courtyard is as gloomy as the ones outside, but it is neat and clean, and there is still some human flavor in the years of waste.

The woman led them into the hall and sat down.It seems that guests often come to this house, and the complete tea set is placed in a conspicuous position, clean and often wiped.

The woman made tea.

The tea is poured from the teapot into the cup, and the water vapor rises upwards. In the sound of the water, the fragrance of the tea comes to the nostrils.

Lin Hong picked it up and took a sip. It was good tea.

The child was a little afraid to approach them, but he was very curious, watching from a distance with a pair of round and bright eyes.

Seeing that he was cute, Lin Hong wanted to tease him, but as soon as he smiled at him, the child ran away in fright.

Lin Hong: "..."

The three and the woman introduced each other.

The woman's name is Li Qingshuang, she is the widow of Li Tiancheng, and the child is Li Youshuang, who is more than one year old and is her son.According to Li Qingshuang, her mother and her husband passed away one after another, and there were only her and Li Youshuang in the family.

"How did your father pass away?" Wan Guchuan went straight to the point.

The woman sighed, and said in a hoarse old voice: "Back then, when that Chen Bingchun was going to come to Xicheng, my late father offered to choose a site for him to build a house for the first time. Chen Bingchun was stupid and mean, and everyone didn't like him. But regardless of everyone's obstruction, he insisted on going his own way. When the house was completed, he hanged himself in this room."

"Hang yourself?" Lin Hong couldn't believe it, "Why?"

Li Tiancheng actually committed suicide. He hanged himself after building this house, which is so strange...

The owner of the pawn shop said that the Chen family house was built by Li Tiancheng, and the reason was that he committed suicide.When a person is dead, the knife naturally returns to its sheath.

"Because people's words are scary." The woman smiled wryly.

"How?" Lin Hong asked.

"After the house was built, everyone said that he was following others and chasing fame and fortune. My late father couldn't bear the humiliation, so he hanged himself." The woman felt a little sad, and her voice became even hoarse.

"My condolences." Lin Hong comforted her.

"Did he say anything at that time?" Wan Guchuan asked.

"No." The woman replied.

"Then do you know why he built a house for Chen Bingchun?" Wan Guchuan changed the question.

"I don't know." The woman said, "Everyone doesn't understand. My late father is deeply respected by people. His decision is really incredible. We believe him, but the world may not believe him. There are many accusations...My late father...just... "

Wan Guchuan glanced at the woman.

Lin Hong began to comfort her.

Wan Guchuan said, "After the accident happened at Chen Bingchun's house, did any government come?"

"Yes, I have been here many times." The woman said, "At that time, they guessed that my late father harmed Chen Bingchun. But my late father has died since the house was built, so it is impossible. There are absurd rumors that my late father used Feng Shui taboos Curse the Chen family and cause their family to be ruined."

The woman smiled, "Fortunately, when my father built the house, he invited many Feng Shui masters to taste it together, and they all said good Feng Shui, otherwise, he would not be able to wash it clean by jumping into the Yellow River."

The woman continued: "It's been several months, and the matter has not been investigated. Afterwards, they said that Chen Bingchun had committed too many evils and was punished by the heavens. Even good Fengshui can't suppress his evil spirit."

Wan Guchuan looked at her, "Have you inherited your father's mantle?"

The woman shook her head, "My late father said that the Feng Shui of the Li family can only be limited to him, and he did not pass it on to me."

All three are thinking.

"Miss Li, I would like to ask." Lin Hong pointed to his throat and signaled Li Qingshuang: What's the matter with her voice.

Li Qingshuang was only in her twenties, so her voice was definitely not normal.

Li Qingshuang put his hands on his throat, "You were young and ignorant, you ate carelessly, your throat became hoarse."

"That leg?" Lin Hong asked again.

Li Qingshuang looked at him, "Master, are you curious about me?"

Lin Hong pursed his lips, bowed and said, "Sorry, I was so abrupt."

"Qingshuang is a widow, it's inconvenient, so I won't leave three of you for lunch." Li Qingshuang stood up, intending to chase away the guests.

"It's annoying."

The three of them left the Li family's house and walked on the street.

"Uh... how do you say it?" Just after being kicked out, Lin Hong was a little embarrassed.

Wan Guchuan said, "Many yamen servants have come to her house, I'm afraid she already has a set of excuses."

"However, Li Tiancheng insisted on building a house for Chen Bingchun regardless of other people's obstruction. After the house was completed, he hanged himself because of fearful words. It still doesn't make sense."

"I think so too." Lin Hong felt that he spoke very naturally, "She wanted to deny that Li Tiancheng built Chen Bingchun's house because of his influence, but she couldn't give a better explanation, and the authenticity was compromised."

"Indeed." Duan Yu seconded.

Lin Hong continued: "Besides, her tea is so good, and the family doesn't seem to be in trouble. How does a widow make a living? She also has a leg injury and a son."

"And the voice..." Duan Yu continued, "but she can weave."

Wan Guchuan said: "There are no sticks in the house."

"Then I don't know..." Duan Yu was dejected.

Lin Hong was thoughtful: "Also, guests seem to come to her house often. You think, a widow lives alone with her son. She drove us away to avoid suspicion. Then she would ignore criticism, who would she often invite as guests? ?”

Duan Yu thought for a while: "Could it be the yamen servant who often comes to investigate cases?"

Lin Hong said: "I don't know, anyway, I feel that there must be a mystery about her."

"Harm...then Li Tiancheng's building a house and committing suicide would seem very strange." Duan Yu concluded, "Why don't we ask the owner of the pawn shop?"

Wan Guchuan said: "If you ask him, you won't be able to find out."

"Ah? Why?" Duan Yu looked at him, "Do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Lin Hong also looked at him, in fact, he felt the same way.

Wan Guchuan continued: "It's hard to say. When I asked him about the servants of the Chen family, he was evasive. I think he didn't want to tell us."

"This... no way? Maybe he just doesn't know?" Duan Yu said.

"Let's observe again."

At noon, the market is bustling with colorful clothes like clouds.There was a lot of noise, and people came and went, either with expressionless faces or bright smiles.Either high-spirited or sluggish, no matter how they appear on the outside, there are stories and secrets behind them.

Bustling.

The three returned to the luxurious mansion again.

This time, what I saw when I opened the door was not an empty space - a girl in white was standing in the courtyard, her hair was loose, her eyes were staring, she shook her head and kept laughing:

"Hahahahahahaha where is it? Where is it? Can you hide it?"