I squatted down to check the base of the tombstone, and sure enough, there were several semicircular gaps.
Judging from the angle and position, it was accidentally left behind when digging the soil.
I stood up and gestured twice.
The height was just right.
It was probably the lame man with white temples.
We can tell at a glance that this iconic shovel head belongs to a tomb robber.
The identity of this person is self-evident.
He is a tomb robber.
In the early years, Partridge Whistle was well-known in the world and had stolen countless ancient tombs and royal tombs.
Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, someone would dump the grave and steal the body.
I felt a sense of sadness in my heart, turned around to look at Shiry Yang, and found tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
I'm good at dealing with zongzi, but the girl's tears were so frightening that I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.
I could only keep promising her that I would catch the murderer and retrieve the body.
Just as Shiry Yang was about to speak, her eyes suddenly changed.
She quickly held my head down and whispered, "There is someone in front."
We quickly moved and hid behind the tombstone.
I was just swore and didn't notice anything going on around me.
I quietly turned my head, and sure enough, a black shadow appeared on the path not far away.
The man moved toward the tombstone furtively, and before he could stand still, I caught him.
"It's you."
Under the pale flashlight, the man's face was filled with panic, and he stared at Shirey Yang and me as if he had seen a ghost.
I recognized him as the man who had escaped during the day, and I pressed my hands harder on his shoulder blades.
He snorted, gritted his teeth and said, "You are indeed from the Yang family."
When it came to this matter, I couldn't tolerate his quibbles.
I raised my hand and gave him a big mouth: "You dug this grave.
Where did it go?"
He twisted his neck and said nothing, staring at us fiercely, his eyes were extremely vicious.
Shiry Yang suggested that he be sent to the police station.
I said we can't just give him a free pass.
We can't tell him clearly now that he's been sent there, so we'll take him back for trial first.
When the man heard this, his shoulders and neck suddenly shrank, and he actually slipped out from under my hand.
When I tried to grab him again, he took out his gun with his backhand and fired several shots at us.
After the gunshot, the street in the distance suddenly lit up, and the lame thief climbed up the cemetery wall in a hurry, running faster than a rabbit.
I was not willing to let him escape, so I continued to chase after him.
I tripped and fell before I even got to the base of the wall.
When I got up, I found what looked like a copper coin on the ground.
When I picked it up, I saw that it was a square-hole coin covered with patina.
Look up again.
I found that the man had disappeared long ago.
"Stop chasing me.
Everyone in the town is coming to the cemetery."
Shiry Yang pointed at the increasingly dense lights and decisively pulled me up to run to the cellar.
As soon as I stood up, I saw a head suddenly appeared on the wall, and the lame man with white temples turned back again.
He was lying on the wall staring at us awkwardly.
I kicked the wall and pulled him down.
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He held his head and shouted, "I'm here to make peace.
Give me back my things first."
I blinked, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Stop pretending to me," he shouted with a fierce face, "Hand over my copper coin."
Only then did I understand that he was returning for that inconspicuous copper coin.
I immediately said to him: "Everything must be dealt with first and foremost.
If you don't explain everything clearly, you won't be able to take it back."
Unexpectedly, that guy was also stubborn.
Seeing the surroundings getting brighter and brighter, he just refused to say anything.
When Shiry Yang saw this, he grabbed us both and said sternly: "If we go into the house first, if we continue to make trouble, none of us can escape."
Seeing that we were about to be surrounded, the man subconsciously covered his head and headed straight into the church.
Entering the cellar, his expression became serious again, and he carefully looked around the darkroom.
His back was pressed tightly against the wall, and his eyes kept wandering between me and Shiry Yang.
I said, "Stop thinking blindly.
We don't care about your broken copper.
You can take it back if you want.
Explain clearly what happened in the cemetery.
Did you kill the person and stole the body?"
"Yes, I did it all."
He turned his head and admitted without thinking, "But the foreigner's death had nothing to do with me.
When I came out carrying the body, he was already dead on the road.
It’s over.”
Shirley Yang shouted: "My surname is Yang, and I am the person you are looking for."
He seemed not surprised at all and nodded: "I know it's you, I can tell just by looking at it.
My surname is Chui, and I am a descendant of Chui Zushan.
Have you heard of it?"
We are all confused and can't remember where this Tuizu Mountain came from.
When he saw our expressions, he was immediately discouraged, and even his voice became decadent.
"When I came here, I didn't have much hope.
Alas, it's almost certain that I'm dead now."
He took off his coat without saying a word, then turned around and exposed his back.
I was about to scold him for being a hooligan, but was suddenly stopped by something on his back.
A huge eyeball totem was both familiar and terrifying.
Shiry Yang and I almost exclaimed at the same time.
"Where did this damn thing come from?"
I hurriedly picked up my coat and put it on him.
Uncle Chuai sneered: "What are you afraid of?
I thought you were used to it a long time ago.
Unexpectedly, the Yang family is full of villains who go back on their word.
As the old saying goes, harming others will ultimately harm yourself.
Hmph."
The ghost eye totem comes from the curse of an ancient country.
As the person who bears the totem grows older, his blood will gradually solidify, and he will eventually die in a miserable state.
Generations of Yang family members have suffered from it, and Shiry Yang almost died from it.
Now it appears in front of us again.
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Could it be that this fatal curse has not been solved yet?
It has come back.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly pulled the hem of Shiry Yang's clothes.
She glared at me, indicating that she was fine.
Uncle Chui was quiet for a moment, and then decided to tell the whole story about the purpose of his trip.
He is from Shanxi.
He worked odd jobs as a scavenger in his early years, and later started his career in the coal mining business.
When he reached middle age, his life finally improved.
A few years ago, I got a fat boy.
I was so happy that I wanted to cook braised pork for my wife every day.
But just six months ago, an accident happened.
Lao Chuai's daughter-in-law is a nurse, and the company organizes regular physical examinations.
As an employee's family member, he also received a physical examination form.
But it's okay if we don't check, but if we check, the problem will become bigger.
The doctors at the hospital couldn't explain it, and the hematology experts couldn't find a solution.
Finally, an old Chinese medicine doctor said it might be a hereditary disease in the family and asked him to check his ancestors.
Uncle Chui grew up in an orphanage and had never seen his parents at all, but this news undoubtedly became his life-saving straw.
After several months of running around, I finally got a clue.
Uncle Chui's father, Chui Zushan, was shot in the early days of liberation.
He was accused of reselling national cultural relics, which was recorded in black and white in the files.
With this clue, he quickly found the relevant case.
During the investigation, the name Partridge Whistle slowly came into his sight.
Uncle Chuai touched his chest: "There is also a suicide note in the file bag, which details the entire process of him and Partridge Whistle searching for the mystery of the eyeballs in Grama.
I learned from it that this is a family genetic disease, and I decided at that time I must come to the United States to find you.
My son is only four years old."
Shiry Yang looked at Lao Cai hesitantly, and it seemed from his appearance that he believed that we had a way to break the curse, and regarded the Yang family as the last straw.
"I'm sorry, we can't help with this matter."
I spoke before Shirey Yang, blocking the beginning of the conversation.
There was a look that was almost crazy in Lao Chuai's eyes: "No, no, you don't understand.
If there is a way, you must have a way.
My father has already found a way to crack it.
He said that the things are stored in the hands of Partridge Whistle ” I think your father is cheating you.
If this thing really existed, the Yang family would have gotten rid of their illnesses and become masters long ago.
It would be your turn to come here.
Shiry Yang patiently comforted Lao Cai: "Then can you be more specific so that we can find it easier?"
He shook his head, wondering: "It wasn't written in the letter, otherwise I wouldn't have been looking for it for so long."
Faced with the clueless Lao Cai, Shiry Yang and I also had difficulties.
Shiry Yang recalled that according to Partridge Whistle’s will, most of the family’s collections were sent back to China and donated to museums.
The books and collections we saw in the Yang family were just the tip of the iceberg.
Trying to find an ancient object whose name and appearance are unknown among these things is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
I said, "Don't think too much.
The matter hasn't been confirmed yet.
Besides, no matter how much he was wronged, he shouldn't be digging graves and robbing corpses."
At this point, we asked Lao Chuai again: Forget about looking for relics, why steal corpses?
He looked ashamed: "I was so anxious at that time, and I was afraid that you wouldn't admit it, so I simply hid the body.
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If the Yang family continues to be unreasonable, we can't let go of the bones of our ancestors."
"What about now?"
"Oh, don't worry, I placed him in the church.
They had a temporary morgue.
I couldn't run far with the body, so I simply hid it under my nose.
Didn't we misunderstand now?
I I’ll carry it back for you.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
The body was much safer hidden in the church than outside.
Lao Chuai's problem can't be solved for a while, so I plan to take them away from this place of right and wrong first, and then discuss countermeasures after returning.
Shiry Yang agreed to my proposal.
Then, we went to the ice cellar with Lao Chuai to examine the body.
Partridge Whistle's body was sealed at the bottom of the morgue.
Lao Chuai advised me not to read it.
I ignored him and still turned the handle on the box door.
Although I was mentally prepared, I was still very surprised when I first saw that the body was so well preserved.
His whole body showed a sallow color, like a lifelike statue, he would stand up and greet us at any time.
I thought of the cause of Partridge Whistle's death and silently accepted the scene before me.
Shiry Yang left a short letter to the priest.
Lao Chuai was reluctant to leave at first.
I had no choice but to tell him earnestly: "If the content of the suicide note is true, there will definitely be clues left at Partridge Whistle.
His notes have not been completely deciphered yet, and this is your only hope at the moment."
Lao Cai hesitated for a while.
Finally, we chose to compromise and left the town with the two of us overnight
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