After leaving the county government office, the road I took was indeed rugged and tortuous. Yangchuan is actually a land area in a mountain valley. The land is barren and there is no specialty, it only produces stone carbon and stone slabs. There is only one official road leading out. In such a place, you can't even see a stranger for many years. Some people walking on the road were robbed and killed. It's really a ghost. The two of them walked for half an hour, turned over a broken city wall, and saw the boss's cemetery. There is a small house next to the cemetery, to be precise, a shed made of half adobe and half thatch.
Qin Hu walked to the shed and shouted. An obese old man with a greasy face lifted the curtain and walked out. He muttered while walking, probably disturbing his sleepiness and was very dissatisfied. The two greasy old leaders moved to the back of the shed. A thin-skinned coffin appeared in front of you. When he lifted the lid of the coffin, he was a male corpse, five feet and seven inches tall, with a white face and a tight muscle. There are two wounds, one in the throat, only one inch wide and narrow, and the surroundings are blue. It seems that the weapons are fed poison. The male corpse's right arm's clothes were cut by a sharp weapon. A piece of meat was cut off from the exposed arm. The mouth was bloodless, and it was obviously cut after death.
Qin Hu was still hiding far away at first. Seeing the iron capture so carefully inspected, he also walked up and illuminated the iron capture with a lantern. I pinched it up and down, and there was no abnormality in the bones. Seeing that the assassin who assassinated this person was much better than the martial artsman lying in the coffin. If you penetrate the throat with one sword, you will not rob money. Why? Where did the flesh cut off from the right arm go? The two closed the lids.
The greasy chef brewed a pot of tea under the gourd stand in front of the shed. Hanging the lanterns is a good teahouse, quite poetic and picturesque. If there is no surrounding grave or coffin next to it, you can write poems directly. The two sat down and Qin Hu began to tell the situation when the body was discovered.
The body was found on the official road in the south of the city. A few butchers who went to buy pigs early saw someone lying on the side of the road. There was no blood around, and the bag was around. I thought it was a passerby who fell asleep, so I called out a few times but didn't respond. After experiencing his breath, he realized that he was a dead person and quickly reported to the official.
